When we had walked about a mile by moonlight, we perceived a
horseman behind us, who coming up, wished us good even, and asked
which way we went? His voice, which was quite familiar to me,
no sooner struck my ear, than in spite of all my resolution and
reflection, my hair bristled up, and I was seized with a violent
fit of trembling, which Brayl misinterpreting, bade me be under no
concern. I told him he was mistaken in the cause of my disorder;
and, addressing myself to the person on horseback said, "I could
have sworn by your voice, that you were a dear friend of mine, if
I had not been certain of his death." To this address, after some
pause, he replied, "There are many voices as well as faces that
resemble one another; but, pray, what was your friend's name." I
satisfied him in that particular, and gave a short detail of the
melancholy fate of Thompson, not without many sighs and some tears.
A silence ensued, which lasted some minutes, and then the conversation
turned on different subjects, till we arrived at a house on the road,
where the horseman alighted, and begged with so much earnestness
that we would go in and drink a bowl of punch with him, that we
could not resist. But, if I was alarmed at his voice, what must my
amazement be, when I discovered by the light the very person of my
lamented friend! Perceiving my confusion, which was extreme, he
clasped me in his arms, and bedewed my face with tears.
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