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laurell and the banner drooping as if to shade his brow！ And there；
too； visible in the same glance； through the vista of the forest；
appeared the Great Stone Face！ And was there； indeed； such a
resemblance as the crowd had testified？ Alas； Ernest could not
recognize it！ He beheld a war…worn and weather…beaten countenance；
full of energy； and expressive of an iron will； but the gentle wisdom；
the deep； broad； tender sympathies； were altogether wanting in Old
Blood…and…Thunder's visage； and even if the Great Stone Face had
assumed his look of stern command； the milder traits would still
have tempered it。
〃This is not the man of prophecy；〃 sighed Ernest to himself； as
he made his way out of the throng。 〃And must the world wait longer
yet？〃
The mists had congregated about the distant mountain…side； and
there were seen the grand and awful features of the Great Stone
Face； awful but benignant； as if a mighty angel were sitting among the
hills； and enrobing himself in a cloud…vesture of gold and purple。
As he looked； Ernest could hardly believe but that a smile beamed over
the whole visage； with a radiance still brightening； although
without motion of the lips。 It was probably the effect of the
western sunshine； melting through the thinly diffused vapors that
had swept between him and the object that he gazed at。 But… as it
always did… the aspect of his marvellous friend made Ernest as hopeful
as if he had never hoped in vain。
〃Fear not； Ernest；〃 said his heart； even as if the Great Face
were whispering him； 〃fear not； Ernest； he will come。〃
More years sped swiftly and tranquilly away。 Ernest still dwelt
in his native valley； and was now a man of middle age。 By
imperceptible degrees； he had become known among the people。 Now； as
heretofore； he labored for his bread； and was the same
simple…hearted man that he had always been。 But he had thought and
felt so much； he had given so many of the best hours of his life to
unworldly hopes for some great good to mankind； that it seemed as
though he had been talking with the angels； and had imbibed a
portion of their wisdom unawares。 It was visible in the calm and
well…considered beneficence of his daily life； the quiet stream of
which had made a wide green margin all along its course。 Not a day
passed by； that the world was not the better because this man；
humble as he was； had lived。 He never stepped aside from his own path；
yet would always reach a blessing to his neighbor。 Almost
involuntarily； too； he had become a preacher。 The pure and high
simplicity of his thought； which； as one of its manifestations； took
shape in the good deeds that dropped silently from his hand； flowed
also forth in speech。 He uttered truths that wrought upon and
moulded the lives of those who heard him。 His auditors； it may be；
never suspected that Ernest； their own neighbor and familiar friend；
was more than an ordinary man； least of all did Ernest himself suspect
it； but； inevitably as the murmur of a rivulet； came thoughts out of
his mouth that no other human lips had spoken。
When the people's minds had had a little time to cool； they were
ready enough to acknowledge their mistake in imagining a similarity
between General Blood…and…Thunder's truculent physiognomy and the
benign visage on the mountain…side。 But now； again； there were reports
and many paragraphs in the newspapers； affirming that the likeness
of the Great Stone Face had appeared upon the broad shoulders of a
certain eminent statesman。 He； like Mr。 Gathergold and Old
Blood…and…Thunder； was a native of the valley； but had left it in
his early days； and taken up the trades of law and politics。 Instead
of the rich man's wealth and the warrior's sword； he had but a tongue；
and it was mightier than both together。 So wonderfully eloquent was
he； that whatever he might choose to say； his auditors had no choice
but to believe him； wrong looked like right； and right like wrong； for
when it pleased him； he could make a kind of illuminated fog with
his mere breath； and obscure the natural daylight with it。 His tongue；
indeed； was a magic instrument： sometimes it rumbled like the thunder；
sometimes it warbled like the sweetest music。 It was the blast of war…
the song of peace； and it seemed to have a heart in it； when there was
no such matter。 In good truth； he was a wondrous man； and when his
tongue had acquired him all other imaginable success… when it had been
heard in halls of state； and in the courts of princes and
potentates… after it had made him known all over the world； even as
a voice crying from shore to shore… it finally persuaded his
countrymen to select him for the presidency。 Before this time… indeed；
as soon as he began to grow celebrated… his admirers had found out the
resemblance between him and the Great Stone Face； and so much were
they struck by it； that throughout the country this distinguished
gentleman was known by the name of Old Stony Phiz。 The phrase was
considered as giving a highly favorable aspect to his political
prospects； for； as is likewise the case with the Popedom； nobody
ever becomes president without taking a name other than his own。
While his friends were doing their best to make him president；
Old Stony Phiz； as he was called； set out on a visit to the valley
where he was born。 Of course； he had no other object than to shake
hands with his fellow…citizens； and neither thought nor cared about
any effect which his progress through the country might have upon
the election。 Magnificent preparations were made to receive the
illustrious statesman； a cavalcade of horsemen set forth to meet him
at the boundary line of the state； and all the people left their
business and gathered along the wayside to see him pass。 Among these
was Ernest。 Though more than once disappointed； as we have seen； he
had such a hopeful and confiding nature； that he was always ready to
believe in whatever seemed beautiful and good。 He kept his heart
continually open； and thus was sure to catch the blessing from on
high； when it should come。 So now again； as buoyantly as ever； he went
forth to behold the likeness of the Great Stone Face。
The cavalcade came prancing along the road； with a great clattering
of hoofs and a mighty cloud of dust； which rose up so dense and high
that the visage of the mountain…side was completely hidden from
Ernest's eyes。 All the great men of the neighborhood were there on
horseback： militia officers； in uniform； the member of Congress； the
sheriff of the county； the editors of newspapers； and many a farmer；
too； had mounted his patient steed； with his Sunday coat upon his
back。 It really was a very brilliant spectacle； especially as there
were numerous banners flaunting over the cavalcade； on some of which
were gorgeous portraits of the illustrious statesman and the Great
Stone Face； smiling familiarly at one another； like two brothers。 If
the pictures were to be trusted； the mutual resemblance； it must be
confessed； was marvellous。 We must not forget to mention that there
was a band of music； whi