Poe, Edgar Allen / 2008-06-28 00:00:00

1850
A TALE OF THE RAGGED MOUNTAINS
by Edgar Allan Poe
DURING the fall of the year 1827, while residing near
Charlottesville, Virginia, I casually made the acquaintance of Mr.
Augustus Bedloe. This young gentleman was remarkable in every respect,
and excited in me a profound interest and curiosity. I found it
impossible to comprehend him either in his moral or his physical
relations. Of his family I could obtain no satisfactory account.
Whence he came, I never ascertained. Even about his age- although I
call him a young gentleman- there was something which perplexed me
in no little degree. He certainly seemed young- and he made a point of
speaking about his youth- yet there were moments when I should have
had little trouble in imagining him a hundred years of age. But in
no regard was he more peculiar than in his personal appearance. He was
singularly tall and thin. He stooped much. His limbs were
exceedingly long and emaciated. His forehead was broad and low. His
complexion was absolutely bloodless. His mouth was large and flexible,
and his teeth were more wildly uneven, although sound, than I had ever
before seen teeth in a human head.
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