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All
this
saw
Cassius
Calhoun
.
He
saw
it
with
fear
and
trembling
.
Not
for
the
supernatural
or
unknown
,
but
for
the
real
and
truly
comprehended
.
Short
was
his
interview
with
that
silent
,
but
speaking
head
.
Ere
it
had
ceased
to
oscillate
on
the
smooth
sward
,
he
wrenched
his
horse
around
;
struck
the
rowels
deep
;
and
galloped
away
from
the
ground
!
No
farther
went
he
in
pursuit
of
the
Headless
Horseman
--
still
heard
breaking
through
the
bushes
--
but
back
--
back
to
the
prairie
;
and
on
,
on
,
to
Casa
del
Corvo
!
The
backwoodsman
,
after
emerging
from
the
thicket
,
proceeded
as
leisurely
along
the
trail
,
as
if
he
had
the
whole
day
before
him
,
and
no
particular
motive
for
making
haste
.
And
yet
,
one
closely
scrutinising
his
features
,
might
there
have
observed
an
expression
of
intense
eagerness
;
that
accorded
with
his
nervous
twitching
in
the
saddle
,
and
the
sharp
glances
from
time
to
time
cast
before
him
.
He
scarce
deigned
to
look
upon
the
"
sign
"
left
by
Calhoun
.
It
he
could
read
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
.
As
to
following
it
,
the
old
mare
could
have
done
that
without
him
!
It
was
not
this
knowledge
that
caused
him
to
hang
back
;
for
he
would
have
preferred
keeping
Calhoun
in
sight
.
But
by
doing
this
,
the
latter
might
see
him
;
and
so
frustrate
the
end
he
desired
to
attain
.
This
end
was
of
more
importance
than
any
acts
that
might
occur
between
;
and
,
to
make
himself
acquainted
with
the
latter
,
Zeb
Stump
trusted
to
the
craft
of
his
intellect
,
rather
than
the
skill
of
his
senses
.
Advancing
slowly
and
with
caution
--
but
with
that
constancy
that
ensures
good
speed
--
he
arrived
at
length
on
the
spot
where
the
mirage
had
made
itself
manifest
to
Calhoun
.
