he does
come I shall go over and make her a visit."

"What is her name, by-the-bye?" asked the Doctor.

"Alice!"

So, behold Sam starting for his visit. The very Brummel of
bush-dandies. Hunt might have made his well-fitting cord breeches, Hoby
might have made those black top-boots, and Chifney might have worn them
before royalty, and not been shamed. It is too hot for coat or
waistcoat; so he wears his snow-white shirt, topped by a blue
"bird's-eye-handkerchief," and keeps his coat in his valise, to be used
as occasion shall require. His costume is completed with a cabbage-tree
hat, neither too new nor too old; light, shady, well ventilated, and
three pounds ten, the production, after months of labour, of a private
in her Majesty's Fortieth Regiment of Foot: not with long streaming
ribands down his back, like a Pitt Street bully, but with short and
modest ones, as became a gentleman,--altogether as fine a looking young
fellow, as well dressed, and as well mounted too, as you will find on
the country side.

Let me say a word about his horse, too; horse Widderin. None ever knew
what that horse had cost Sam. The Major even had a delicacy about
asking. I can only discover by inquiry that, at one time, about a year
before this, there came to the Major's a traveller, an Irishman by
nation, who bored them all by talking about a certain "Highflyer" colt,
which had been dropped to a happy proprietor by his mare "Larkspur,"
among the Shoalhaven gullies; described by him as a colt the like of
which was never seen before; as indeed he should be, for his sire
Highflyer, as all the world knows, was bought up by a great
Hunter-river horse-breeder from the Duke of C----; while his dam,
Larkspur, had for grandsire the great Bombshell himself. What more
would you have than that, unless you would like to drive Veno in your
dog-cart? However, it so happened that, soon after the Irishman's
visit, Sam went away on a journey, and came back riding a new horse;
which when the Major saw, he whistled, but discreetly said nothing. A
very large colt it was, with a neck like a rainbow, set into a splendid
shoulder, and a marvellous way of throwing his legs out;--very dark
chestnut in colour, almost black, with longish ears, and an eye so
full, honest, and impudent, that it made you laugh in his face.
Widderin, Sam said, was his name, price and history being suppressed;
called after Mount Widderin, to the northward there, whose loftiest
sublim