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“I couldn’t have thought it!” “I am pretty well disguised, I fancy,” said the young man, with a smile. “A lit- tle walnut bark has made my yellow skin a genteel brown, and I’ve dyed my hair black; so you see I don’t answer to the advertisement at all.” “O George! but this is a dangerous game you are playing. I could not have ad- vised you to it.” “I can do it on my own responsibility,” said George, with the same proud smile. We remark, en passant, that George was, by his father’s side, of white descent. His mother was one of those unfortunates of her race, marked out by personal beauty to be the slave of the passions of her possessor, and the mother of chil- dren, who may never know a father. From one of the proudest families in Ken- tucky he had inherited a set of fine European features, and a high, indomitable spirit. From his mother he had received only a slight mulatto tinge, amply com- pensated by its accompanying rich, dark eye. A slight change in the tint of the skin and the color of his hair had metamorphosed him into the Spanish-looking fellow he then appeared; and as gracefulness of movement and gentlemanly man- ners had always been perfectly natural to him, he found no difficulty in playing the bold part he had adopted-that of a gentleman travelling with his domestic. Mr. Wilson, a good-natured but extremely fidgety and cautious old gentle- man, ambled up and down the room, appearing, as John Bunyan hath it, “much |
