O, there the young gentlemen are going to play a trick on
the purser. For God's sake, let us go," and the unhappy man
absolutely dragged the Goblin away with him.
When they next halted, it was at the edge of a broad and boundless
prairie, in the middle of an oak opening.
"I see," said the Haunted Man, without waiting for his cue, but
mechanically, and as if he were repeating a lesson which the Goblin
had taught him,--"I see the Noble Savage. He is very fine to look
at! But I observe under his war-paint, feathers, and picturesque
blanket, dirt, disease, and an unsymmetrical contour. I observe
beneath his inflated rhetoric deceit and hypocrisy; beneath his
physical hardihood, cruelty, malice, and revenge. The Noble Savage
is a humbug. I remarked the same to Mr. Catlin."
"Come," said the phantom.
The Haunted Man sighed, and took out his watch. "Couldn't we do
the rest of this another time?"
"My hour is almost spent, irreverent being, but there is yet a
chance for your reformation. Come!"
Again they sped through the night, and again halted. The sound of
delicious but melancholy music fell upon their ears.
"I see," said the Haunted Man, with something of interest in his
manner,--"I see an old moss-covered manse beside a sluggish,
flowing river.
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