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reported；　and　with　good　semblance　of　truth；　to　be　far　more

gorgeous　than　the　outside；　insomuch　that　whatever　was　iron　or

brass　in　other　houses　was　silver　or　gold　in　this；　and　Mr。

Gathergold's　bedchamber；　especially；　made　such　a　glittering

appearance　that　no　ordinary　man　would　have　been　able　to　close　his

eyes　there。　But；　on　the　other　hand；　Mr。　Gathergold　was　now　so

inured　to　wealth；　that　perhaps　he　could　not　have　closed　his　eyes

unless　where　the　gleam　of　it　was　certain　to　find　its　way　beneath

his　eyelids。



In　due　time；　the　mansion　was　finished；　next　came　the

upholsterers；　with　magnificent　furniture；　then；　a　whole　troop　of

black　and　white　servants；　the　harbingers　of　Mr。　Gathergold；　who；

in　his　own　majestic　person；　was　expected　to　arrive　at　sunset。　Our

friend　Ernest；　meanwhile；　had　been　deeply　stirred　by　the　idea

that　the　great　man；　the　noble　man；　the　man　of　prophecy；　after　so

many　ages　of　delay；　was　at　length　to　be　made　manifest　to　his

native　valley。　He　knew；　boy　as　he　was；　that　there　were　a　thousand

ways　in　which　Mr。　Gathergold；　with　his　vast　wealth；　might

transform　himself　into　an　angel　of　beneficence；　and　assume　a

control　over　human　affairs　as　wide　and　benignant　as　the　smile　of

the　Great　Stone　Face。　Full　of　faith　and　hope；　Ernest　doubted　not

that　what　the　people　said　was　true；　and　that　now　he　was　to　behold

the　living　likeness　of　those　wondrous　features　on　the

mountain…side。　While　the　boy　was　still　gazing　up　the　valley；　and

fancying；　as　he　always　did；　that　the　Great　Stone　Face　returned

his　gaze　and　looked　kindly　at　him；　the　rumbling　of　wheels　was

heard；　approaching　swiftly　along　the　winding　road。



〃Here　he　comes！〃　cried　a　group　of　people　who　were　assembled　to

witness　the　arrival。　〃Here　comes　the　great　Mr。　Gathergold！〃



A　carriage；　drawn　by　four　horses；　dashed　round　the　turn　of　the

road。　Within　it；　thrust　partly　out　of　the　window；　appeared　the

physiognomy　of　the　old　man；　with　a　skin　as　yellow　as　if　his　own

Midas…hand　had　transmuted　it。　He　had　a　low　forehead；　small；　sharp

eyes；　puckered　about　with　innumerable　wrinkles；　and　very　thin

lips；　which　he　made　still　thinner　by　pressing　them　forcibly

together。



〃The　very　image　of　the　Great　Stone　Face！〃　shouted　the　people。

〃Sure　enough；　the　old　prophecy　is　true；　and　here　we　have　the

great　man　come；　at　last！〃



And；　what　greatly　perplexed　Ernest；　they　seemed　actually　to

believe　that　here　was　the　likeness　which　they　spoke　of。　By　the

roadside　there　chanced　to　be　an　old　beggar…woman　and　two　little

beggar…children；　stragglers　from　some　far…off　region；　who；　as　the

carriage　rolled　onward；　held　out　their　hands　and　lifted　up　their

doleful　voices；　most　piteously　beseeching　charity。　A　yellow

clawthe　very　same　that　had　clawed　together　so　much

wealthpoked　itself　out　of　the　coach…window；　and　dropt　some

copper　coins　upon　the　ground；　so　that；　though　the　great　man's

name　seems　to　have　been　Gathergold；　he　might　just　as　suitably

have　been　nicknamed　Scattercopper。　Still；　nevertheless；　with　an

earnest　shout；　and　evidently　with　as　much　good　faith　as　ever；　the

people　bellowed；　〃He　is　the　very　image　of　the　Great　Stone　Face！〃



But　Ernest　turned　sadly　from　the　wrinkled　shrewdness　of　that

sordid　visage；　and　gazed　up　the　valley；　where；　amid　a　gathering

mist；　gilded　by　the　last　sunbeams；　he　could　still　distinguish

those　glorious　features　which　had　impressed　themselves　into　his

soul。　Their　aspect　cheered　him。　What　did　the　benign　lips　seem　to

say？



〃He　will　come！　Fear　not；　Ernest；　the　man　will　come！〃



The　years　went　on；　and　Ernest　ceased　to　be　a　boy。　He　had　grown　to

be　a　young　man　now。　He　attracted　little　notice　from　the　other

inhabitants　of　the　valley；　for　they　saw　nothing　remarkable　in　his

way　of　life　save　that；　when　the　labor　of　the　day　was　over；　he

still　loved　to　go　apart　and　gaze　and　meditate　upon　the　Great

Stone　Face。　According　to　their　idea　of　the　matter；　it　was　a

folly；　indeed；　but　pardonable；　inasmuch　as　Ernest　was

industrious；　kind；　and　neighborly；　and　neglected　no　duty　for　the

sake　of　indulging　this　idle　habit。　They　knew　not　that　the　Great

Stone　Face　had　become　a　teacher　to　him；　and　that　the　sentiment

which　was　expressed　in　it　would　enlarge　the　young　man's　heart；

and　fill　it　with　wider　and　deeper　sympathies　than　other　hearts。

They　knew　not　that　thence　would　come　a　better　wisdom　than　could

be　learned　from　books；　and　a　better　life　than　could　be　moulded　on

the　defaced　example　of　other　human　lives。　Neither　did　Ernest　know

that　the　thoughts　and　affections　which　came　to　him　so　naturally；

in　the　fields　and　at　the　fireside；　and　wherever　he　communed　with

himself；　were　of　a　higher　tone　than　those　which　all　men　shared

with　him。　A　simple　soul；simple　as　when　his　mother　first　taught

him　the　old　prophecy；he　beheld　the　marvellous　features　beaming

adown　the　valley；　and　still　wondered　that　their　human　counterpart

was　so　long　in　making　his　appearance。



By　this　time　poor　Mr。　Gathergold　was　dead　and　buried；　and　the

oddest　part　of　the　matter　was；　that　his　wealth；　which　was　the

body　and　spirit　of　his　existence；　had　disappeared　before　his

death；　leaving　nothing　of　him　but　a　living　skeleton；　covered　over

with　a　wrinkled　yellow　skin。　Since　the　melting　away　of　his　gold；

it　had　been　very　generally　conceded　that　there　was　no　such

striking　resemblance；　after　all；　betwixt　the　ignoble　features　of

the　ruined　merchant　and　that　majestic　face　upon　the

mountain…side。　So　the　people　ceased　to　honor　him　during　his

lifetime；　and　quietly　consigned　him　to　forgetfulness　after　his

decease。　Once　in　a　while；　it　is　true；　his　memory　was　brought　up

in　connection　with　the　magnificent　palace　which　he　had　built；　and

which　had　long　ago　been　turned　into　a　hotel　for　the　accommodation

of　strangers；　multitudes　of　whom　came；　every　summer；　to　visit

that　famous　natural　curiosity；　the　Great　Stone　Face。　Thus；　Mr。

Gathergold　being　discredited　and　thrown　into　the　shade；　the　man

of　prophecy　was　yet　to　come。



It　so　happened　that　a　native…born　son　of　the　valley；　many　years

before；　had　enlisted　as　a　soldier；　and；　after　a　great　deal　of

hard　fighting；　had　now　become　an　illustrious　commander。　Whatever

he　may　be　called　in　history；　he　was　known　in　camps　and　on　the

battle…field　under　the　nickname　of　Old　Blood…and…Thunder。　This

war…worn　veteran　being　now　infirm　with　age　and　wounds；　and　weary

of　the　turmoil　of　a　military　life；　and　of　the　roll　of　the　drum

and　the　clangor　of　the　trumpet；　that　had　so　long　been　ringing　in

his　ears；　had　lately　signified　a　purpose　of　returning　to　his

native　valley；　hoping　to　find　repose　where　he　remembered　to　have

left　it。　The　inhabitants；　his　old　neighbors　and　their　grown…up

children；　were　resolved　to　welcome　the　renowned　warrior　with　a

salute　of　cannon　and　a　public　dinner；　and　all　the　more

enthusiastically；　it　being　affirmed　that　now；　at　last；　the

likeness　of　the　Great　Stone　Face　had　actually　appeared。　An

aid…de…camp　of　Old　Blood…and…Thunder；　travelling　through　the

valley；　was　said　to　have　been　struck　with　the　resemblance。

Moreover　the　schoolmates　and　early　acquaintances　of　the　general

were　ready　to　testify；　on　oath；　that；　to　the　best　of　their

recollection；　the　aforesaid　general　had　been　exceedingly　like　the

majestic　image；　even　when　a　boy；　only　the　idea　had　never　occurred

to　them　at　that　period。　Great；　therefore；　was　the　excitement

throughout　the　valley；　and　many　people；　who　had　never　once

thought　of　glancing　at　the　Great　Stone　Face　for　years　before；　now

spent　their　time　in　gazing　at　it；　for　the　sake　of　knowing　exactly

how　General　Blood…and…Thunder　looked。



On　the　day　of　the　great　festival；　Ernest；　with　all　the　other

people　of　the　valley；　left　their　work；　and　proceeded　to　the　spot

where　the　sylvan　banquet　was　prepared。　As　he　approached；　the　loud

voice　of　the　Rev。　Dr。　Battleblast　was　heard；　beseeching　a

blessing　on　the　good　things　set　before　them；　and　on　the

distinguished　friend　of　peace　in　whose　honor　they　were　assembled。

The　tables　were　arranged　in　a　cleared　space　of　the　woods；　shut　in

by　the　surrounding　trees；　except　where　a　vista　opened　eastward；

and　afforded　a　distant　view　of　the　Great　Stone　Face。　Over　the

general's　chair；　which　was　a　relic　from　the　home　of　Washington；

there　was　an　arch　of　verdant　boughs；　with　the　laurel　profusely

intermixed；　and　surmounted　by　his　country's　banner；　beneath　which

he　had　won　his　victories。　Our　friend　Ernest　raised　himself　on　his

tiptoes；　in　hopes　to　get　a　glimpse　of　the　celebrated　guest；　but

there　was　a　mighty　crowd　about　the　tables　anxious　to　hear　the

toasts　and　speeches；　and　to　catch　any　word　that　might　fall　from

the　general　in　reply；　and　a　volunteer　company；　doing　duty　as　a

guard；　pricked　ruthlessly　with　their　bayonets　at　any　particularly

quiet　person　among　the　throng。　So　Ernest；　being　of　an　unobtrusive

character；　was　thrust　quite　into　the　background；　where　he　could

see　no　more　of　Old　Blood…and…Thunder's　physiognomy　than　if　it　had

been　still　blazing　on　the　battle…field。　To　console　himself；　he

turned　towards　the　Great　Stone　Face；　which；　like　a　faithful　and

long　remembered　friend；　looked　back　and　smiled　upon　him　through

the　vista　of　the　forest。　Meantime；　however；　he　could　overhear　the

remarks　of　various　individuals；　who　were　comparing　the　features

of　the　hero　with　the　face　on　the　distant　mountain…side。



〃　'Tis　the　same　face；　to　a　hair！〃　cried　one　man；　cutting　a　caper

for　joy。



〃Wonderfully　like；　that's　a　fact！〃　responded　another。



〃Like！　why；　I　call　it　Old　Blood…and…Thunder　himself；　in　a

monstrous　looking…glass！〃　cried　a　third。　〃And　why　not？　He's　the

greatest　man　of　this　or　any　other　age；　beyond　a　doubt。〃



And　then　all　three　of　the　speakers　gave　a　great　shout；　which

communicated　electricity　to　the　crowd；　and　called　forth　a　roar

from　a　thousand　voices；　that　went　reverberating　for　miles　among

the　mountains；　until　you　might　have　supposed　that　the　Great　Stone

Face　had　poured　its　thunderbreath　into　the　cry。　All　these