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WTLDER'S HAJVD.
"He has had a great tour to make. It is nearly ac-
complished now; when it is done, he will be like me, hu-
mano major. He has seen the places which you are yet
to see."
"Nothing I should like better; particularly Italy,"
said Lake.
"Yes," said Uncle Lome, lifting up slowly a different
finger at each name in his catalogue. "First, Lucus
Mortis; then Terra Tenebrosa; next, Tartarus; after thry
Terra Oblivionis; then Herebus; then Barathrum; tH|
Gehenna, and then Stagium Ignis."
"Of course," acquiesced Lake, with an ugly sneer
and a mock bow. f
"And to think that all the white citizens were once
men and women!" murmured Uncle Lome, w"a a
scowl. P
"Quite so," whispered Lake. J
"I know where he is," resumed the old man*)1 with his
finger on his long chin, and looking down upCn the car-
pet.
"It would be very convenient if you would favor us
with his address," said Stanley, with a gracious sneer.
"I know what became of him," continued the oracle.
"You are more in his confidence than we are," said
Lake.
"Don't be frightened — but he's alive; I think they'll
make him mad. It is a frightful plight. Two angels
buried him alive in Vallombrosa by night; I saw it, stand-
ing among the lotus and hemlock. A negro came to me,
a black clergyman with white eyes, and remained beside
me; and the angels imprisoned Mark; they put him on
duty forty days and forty nights, with his ear to the river
listening for voices ; and when it was over we blessed them;
and the clergyman walked with me a loDg while, to-and-
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