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Phelim
took
hold
of
the
silver
drinking-cup
,
and
was
about
stepping
outside
,
when
a
growl
from
Tara
,
accompanied
by
a
start
,
and
followed
by
a
rush
across
the
floor
,
caused
the
servitor
to
approach
the
door
with
a
certain
degree
of
caution
.
The
barking
of
the
dog
soon
subsided
into
a
series
of
joyful
whimperings
,
which
told
that
he
had
been
gratified
by
the
sight
of
some
old
acquaintance
.
"
It
's
owld
Zeb
Stump
,
"
said
Phelim
,
first
peeping
out
,
and
then
stepping
boldly
forth
--
with
the
double
design
of
greeting
the
new-comer
,
and
executing
the
order
he
had
received
from
his
master
.
The
individual
,
who
had
thus
freely
presented
himself
in
front
of
the
mustanger
's
cabin
,
was
as
unlike
either
of
its
occupants
,
as
one
from
the
other
.
He
stood
fall
six
feet
high
,
in
a
pair
of
tall
boots
,
fabricated
out
of
tanned
alligator
skin
;
into
the
ample
tops
of
which
were
thrust
the
bottoms
of
his
pantaloons
--
the
latter
being
of
woollen
homespun
,
that
had
been
dyed
with
"
dog-wood
ooze
,
"
but
was
now
of
a
simple
dirt
colour
.
A
deerskin
under
shirt
,
without
any
other
,
covered
his
breast
and
shoulders
;
over
which
was
a
"
blanket
coat
,
"
that
had
once
been
green
,
long
since
gone
to
a
greenish
yellow
,
with
most
of
the
wool
worn
off
.
There
was
no
other
garment
to
be
seen
:
a
slouch
felt
hat
,
of
greyish
colour
,
badly
battered
,
completing
the
simple
,
and
somewhat
scant
,
collection
of
his
wardrobe
.
He
was
equipped
in
the
style
of
a
backwoods
hunter
,
of
the
true
Daniel
Boone
breed
:
bullet-pouch
,
and
large
crescent-shaped
powder-horn
,
both
suspended
by
shoulder-straps
,
hanging
under
the
right
arm
;
a
waist-belt
of
thick
leather
keeping
his
coat
closed
and
sustaining
a
skin
sheath
,
from
which
protruded
the
rough
stag-horn
handle
of
a
long-bladed
knife
.
He
did
not
affect
either
mocassins
,
leggings
,
nor
the
caped
and
fringed
tunic
shirt
of
dressed
deerskin
worn
by
most
Texan
hunters
.
There
was
no
embroidery
upon
his
coarse
clothing
,
no
carving
upon
his
accoutrements
or
weapons
,
nothing
in
his
tout
ensemble
intended
as
ornamental
.
Everything
was
plain
almost
to
rudeness
:
as
if
dictated
by
a
spirit
that
despised
"
fanfaron
.
"
Even
the
rifle
,
his
reliable
weapon
--
the
chief
tool
of
his
trade
--
looked
like
a
rounded
bar
of
iron
,
with
a
piece
of
brown
unpolished
wood
at
the
end
,
forming
its
stock
;
stock
and
barrel
,
when
the
butt
rested
on
the
ground
,
reaching
up
to
the
level
of
his
shoulder
.
The
individual
thus
clothed
and
equipped
was
apparently
about
fifty
years
of
age
,
with
a
complexion
inclining
to
dark
,
and
features
that
,
at
first
sight
,
exhibited
a
grave
aspect
.
