ſtories of Number-Nip, which he had formerly devoured with ſuch eager attention, came ruſhing at once into his mind, now he was traverſing the ſtage where theſe adventures had happened; and he could have wiſhed with all his ſoul never to have heard a ſyllable about the matter. Ah! how did he now long for the ſnug ſecurity of Breſlaw, where no ſpirit eaſily ventures! From time to time he caſt a timid look on every ſide; often ſweeping, with his half-cloſed eyes, the two-and-thirty points of the compaſs in leſs than a minute’s time. When he eſpied any ſuſpicious appearance, a cold ſhudder ran down his back, and his hairs grew ſtiff like briſtles. He ſometimes would communicate his apprehenſions to his brother poſtilion, and aſk with great emotion if nothing walked now in the mountain; and although the poſtilion enſured his ſafety by a deep driver-like oath, yet his heart ſtill miſgave him.
After a long pauſe in the converſa-
