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gure in grey moving silently towards us. 'Speak, quick, else I fire!' shouted our _capataz_. '_Ave Maria!_' Yambo lowered the revolver, and we all started to our feet to confront the figure in grey. ----- [14] Toldo = a tent. CHAPTER XX. THE MOUNTAIN CRUSOE. The figure in grey--the grey was a garment of skin, cap, coat, breeches, and even boots, apparently all of the same material--approached with extended hand. We could see now it was no ghost who stood before us, but a man of flesh and blood. Very solid flesh, too, judging from the cheeks that surmounted the silvery beard. The moon shone full on his face, and a very pleasant one it was, with a bright, merry twinkle in the eye. 'Who are you?' said I. 'Nay, pardon me,' was the bold reply, 'but the question would come with greater propriety from my lips. I need not ask it, however. You are right welcome to my little kingdom. You are, I can see, a party of roving hunters. Few of your sort have ever come here before, I can tell you.' 'And you?' I said, smiling. '_I_ am--but there, what need to give myself a name? I have not heard my name for years. Call me Smith, Jones, Robinson; call me a hunter, a trapper, a madman, a fool--anything.' 'A hermit, anyhow,' said Dugald. 'Yes, boy, a hermit.' 'And an Englishman?' 'No; I am a Portuguese by birth, but I have lived in every country under the sun, and here I am at last. Have I introduced myself sufficiently?' 'No,' I said; 'but sit down. You have,' I continued, 'only introduced yourself sufficiently to excite our curiosity. Yours must be a strange story.' 'Oh, anybody and everybody who lives for over fifty years in the world as I have done has a strange story, if he cared to tell it. Mine is too long, and some of it too sad. I have been a soldier, a sailor, a traveller; I have been wealthy, I have been poor; I have been in love--my love left _me_. I forgot _her_. I have done everything except commit crime. I have not run away from anywhere, gentlemen. There is no blood on my hands. I can still pray. I still love. She whom I love is here.' 'Oh!' cried Dugald, 'won't you bring the lady?' The hermit laughed. 'She _is_ here, there, all around us. My mistress is Nature. Ah! boys,' he said, turning to us with such a kind look, 'Nature breaks no hearts; and the more you love her, the more she loves you, and leads you upwards--always upwards, never down.' It was strange, but
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