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