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was one cool refreshing evening, at the close of a very sultry day, in the latter end of the month of August, when a stranger, mounted upon a dark mule, with a small cloak-bag behind him, containing a few shirts, a pair of shoes, and a crimson-sattin pair of breeches, entred the town of Strasburg.

He told the centinel, who questioned him as he entered the gates, that he had been at the promontory of —was going on to Frankfort—and should be back again at Strasburg that day month, in his way to the borders of Crim-Tartary.