‘Ah, this fire is the right thing!’ cried he; ’especially when there is such a pleasant circle round it.  I am quite benumbed; for the Notch is just like the pipe of a great pair of bellows; it has blown a terrible blast in my face all the way from Bartlett.’

‘Then you are going towards Vermont?’ said the master of the house, as he helped to take a light knapsack off the young man’s shoulders.

‘Yes; to Burlington, and far enough beyond,’ replied he.  ’I meant to have been at Ethan Crawford’s tonight; but a pedestrian lingers along such a road as this.  It is no matter; for, when I saw this good fire, and all your cheerful faces, I felt as if you had kindled it on purpose for me, and were waiting my arrival.  So I shall sit down among you, and make myself at home.’

The frank-hearted stranger had just drawn his chair to the fire when something like a heavy footstep was heard without, rushing down the steep side of the mountain, as with long and rapid strides, and taking such a leap in passing the cottage as to strike the opposite precipice.  The family held their breath, because they knew the sound, and their guest held his by instinct.

’The old mountain has thrown a stone at us, for fear we should forget him,’ said the landlord, recovering himself.  ’He sometimes nods his head and threatens to come down; but we are old neighbors, and agree together pretty well upon the whole.  Besides we have a sure place of refuge hard by if he should be coming in good earnest.’

Let us now suppose the stranger to have finished his supper of bear’s meat; and, by his natural felicity of manner, to have placed himself on a footing of kindness with the whole family, so that they talked as freely together as if he belonged to their mountain brood.  He was of a proud, yet gentle spirit—­haughty and reserved among the rich and great; but ever ready to stoop his head to the lowly cottage door, and be like a brother or a son at the poor man’s fireside.  In the household of the Notch he found warmth and simplicity of feeling, the pervading intelligence of New England, and a poetry of native growth, which they had gathered when they little thought of it from the mountain peaks and chasms, and at the very threshold of their romantic and dangerous abode.  He had travelled far and alone; his whole life, indeed, had been a solitary path; for, with the lofty caution of his nature, he had kept himself apart from those who might otherwise have been his companions.  The family, too, though so kind and hospitable, had that consciousness of unity among themselves, and separation from the world at large, which, in every domestic circle, should still keep a holy place where no stranger may intrude.  But this evening a prophetic sympathy impelled the refined and educated youth to pour out his heart before the simple mountaineers, and constrained them to answer him with the same free confidence.  And thus it should have been.  Is not the kindred of a common fate a closer tie than that of birth?