A TRAVELLER'S TALE.
(Concluded from our last.)
A night's repose scarcely restored me to my wonted energy. I started, however, at day-break, bending my way towards the habitation of the descendant of a Scottish emigrant. He was reputed to be the richest man and the best farmer in the district; and was deservedly famed for his strict unswerving honesty, cheerful disposition, and great hospitality. I hoped to reach his land by noon, and took no provisions with me, although the friendly boor pressed me to accept something to keep up my courage as I went. I declined his offer with many thanks for his kindness, and hurried on my way to the Scotchman's abode. I reached his portal as the family were sitting down to their plain repast. Plenty smiled around me; but luxury never intruded on the board of M'Leod. Boiled roots, fine bread, a few fruits and spring water, were the constant fare of himself and his hardy, blooming, and virtuous family. I remained under their roof for three days, so truly was I delighted with every individual of the house. Their manners were strictly primitive. The daughters were particularly beautiful; there was an expression of innocence and truth in their features, and a natural grace in their deportment that I have seldom beheld. The men were all stout, active laborious, and free from those petty bickerings and animosities which too often arise between those whom nature and consanguinity should unite in the soft ties of piece and loving communion.
