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served a black wallet on his back, and a thick branch of a tree in his hand, serving him instead of a walking cane. He seemed to take no notice of me, pursuing his way with hasty steps, and still muttering between his teeth. I saluted him but he gave me no answer."
"Whither art thou going, good friend," exclaimed I.
"To men!" replied he, to my utter astonishment.
"Very likely to F———," resumed I.
"Yes," said he, "there are men."
"Supposing him to be a lunatic, I passed him, pursuing my way in a brisk trot; when I came out of the thicket I saw that I was nearer the town than I thought, and made my horse quicken his pace; but how was"I
