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Updated: June 13, 2025
To read Swift's brutal "Letters to a Young Lady," and then to read Addison's "Dissection of a Beau's Head" and his "Dissection of a Coquette's Heart," is to know at once the secret of the latter's more enduring influence.
Squatted there, staring at him with big round eyes, was a huge snowshoe rabbit. A premonition of danger held Miki back. It was something in the attitude of Wapoos, the old rabbit. He was not like the others he had caught along Le Beau's line. He was not struggling in a trap; he was not stretched out, half frozen, and he was not dangling at the end of a snare.
Ribon's cabin was at the crest of a knoll that over-looked the frozen lake, and far off, over the tops of the scrub timber that fringed the edge of it, Miki saw the red glow in the sky made by a score of great camp fires. He whined, and dropped on his four feet again. It was a long wait between that and another day. But the cabin was more comfortable than Le Beau's prison-cage had been.
After that Miki DID understand. He knew that happiness had come to all who were in that cabin. Now that his world was settled, Miki took once more to hunting. The thrill of the trail came back to him, and wider and wider grew his range from the cabin. Again he followed Le Beau's old trapline. But the traps were sprung now. He had lost a great deal of his old caution. He had grown fatter.
In that old man's long waxed mustache, crimped hair, and threadbare finery the Congressman recognized Old Beau, the outcast gamester and mendicant, and the father of Joyce and Uriel Basil. "Colonel Reybold," faltered that old wreck of manly beauty and of promise long departed, "Old Beau's passing in his checks.
"There!" said she, pointing towards the window; "your beau's walking off! He's walking fast! He ain't looking back!" "Thank you," said I, in a low, expressionless tone, not intended as an inducement to further conversation.
"Beau's very shaky around the hams an' knees," said Box Izard; "he's been a good figger, but even figgers can lie ef they stand up too long." The little boy unclosed his eyes and looked around on all those kindly, watching faces. "Did anybody fire a gun?" he said. "Oh! no.
Don't go away until you have a good word from our little passenger." The outstretched hand of the Northern Congressman was not refused by the vagrant, whose eccentric sorrow yet amused the Southern Committeemen. "Ole Beau's jib-boom of a mustache '11 put his eye out," said Pontotoc Bibb, "ef he fetches another groan like that."
"Yes; also from my relatives who're sure it's my duty to be his companion. So you see I can't give you their address. I've ceased to have any right to it. And now I really think I had better go back to bed." At half-past ten this morning we parted, the best of friends, and I dropped a good-bye kiss into the deep black gorge between the promontories of Beau's velvet forehead and plush nose.
My new acquaintance breaks an appointment I proceed, by myself, to the Navy Office address me to a person there, who assists me with advice write to the Board, they grant me a letter to the Surgeons at the Hall am informed of the beau's name and character find him he makes me his confidant in an amour desires me to pawn my linen for his occasions recover what I lent him some curious observations on Strap on that occasion his vanity.
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