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"Of course I'll come," I promised, "and I would be glad to go with you now and see Dick. I know Daddy won't mind, and I should like to see whether I can do anything to make the man more comfortable." "Run along, my dear," said Daddy. Mr. Barnett expressed thanks, and we walked away together. I actually had to shorten my steps a little to accommodate myself to his quick, shuffling gait.
There was no time to ask, or answer further questions, as they hurried into the house and up stairs, where Ernestine had been carried, and laid upon the soft, snowy bed; but after one glance at her unconscious face, they drew back and burst into tears. Olive was talking to the strange gentleman, for whose name no one had thought to inquire, and Dr. Barnett and Mrs.
Saunders folded the letter, and with a profound sigh walked on. A man on a wagon loaded with hay passed. It was Tobe Barnett, who looked well and prosperous. He was working on Saunders's plantation, and getting good wages under the friendly direction of Tom Drake. Tobe tipped his hat, as he always did to Saunders. "Awful about Mr. Mostyn, ain't it?" he said. "I read it in the paper yesterday."
Mary Wiley, married Thomas Baxter. 3. Thomas Wiley. 4. Eliza Wiley, married Mr. Carnes. 5. Sarah Ann, married John R. Hays. 6. Laird Wiley; and 7. Jack Wiley. The descendants of Susan Barnett and George W. Smart were five children, of whom only two arrived at the years of maturity, Albert W. and Thomas B. Smart.
As I opened it one of them stabbed me in the shoulder, but it was a slanting blow. Once out they all attacked me at once, and in another minute you would have had to look for another muleteer. 'Tis strange, senors, that you should have saved my life as Mr. Barnett did. It was a great deed to risk your lives with no weapons but your sticks against five ruffians with their knives."
Well, he offered to give me a letter to this man, and he regarded it as just possible that the fellow, who seems to be a descendant of some of the people who were members of the Incas' court at the time the Spaniards came, may have some knowledge of the rich mines that were then closed down, and that he may be able to show them to me, from his feeling of gratitude to Barnett.
"No," Barnett replied, jokingly, "mine is an out-and-out sporting paper!" "Oh," said Whistler, "that accounts for it." "Accounts for what?" "Well, you see," said Whistler, with an exquisite sneer, "I have been watching you gentlemen of the press all morning.
I have to beg your pardon, Mr. Darrow. It has just occurred to me. He called himself Eagen with you." "Eagen! What is this? Is Eagen alive?" "And on this ship. We picked him up in an open boat." "And you say he calls himself Slade?" "He is Ralph Slade, adventurer and journalist. Mr. Barnett knows him and vouches for him."
On Sunday evening, December 6th, we arrived at Nashville, and on the following day went into camp one mile from the city. Five other Batteries occupied the same quarters all under the personal command of Colonel Barnett. We were designated as the First Division of Reserve Artillery.
John Bemis. 2d Ward Charles Stetson, Jacob Lowman, John Outhwaite. 3d Ward William F. Allen, Melancthon Barnett, John F. Warner. Mayor Samuel Starkweather. President of the Council Flavel W. Bingham. Aldermen Charles W. Heard, George Witherell, L. O. Mathews.
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