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THE GREAT STONE FACE.
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 ex-
pected to arrive at sunset. Our friend Ernest, mean-
while, 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 benefi-
cence, 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 moun-
tain-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 a little 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
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