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"Maybe not, and maybe I don't care to know. At present I want to settle about this baby. You'll find another place for it?" "Yes." "And then steal it from the woman who has it now?" "Yes; no trouble in the world. She's drunk every night," answered Pinky Swett, rising to go. "You'll see me to-morrow?" said Mrs. Bray. "Oh yes." "And you won't forget about the policies?"
This was the last time I met him, until the year 1843; or, for thirty-four years. We now loaded with naval stores, and cleared again for Liverpool. Bill Swett did not make this voyage with us, the cook acting as steward. We had good passages out and home, experiencing no detention or accidents.
At the time Pinky Swett and her friend in evil saw her come gliding up from the restaurant in faded mourning garments and closely veiled, she was living alone in a small, meagrely furnished room, and cooking her own food. Everything left to her at her husband's death was gone.
Those who have tried to claim Judge Davis' attention when he did not want to give it, will realize the greatness of praise implied in this concession. To this may be joined the remark of Leonard Swett, that "any man who took Lincoln for a simple-minded man would wake up with his back in the ditch."
To oblige this lady, he ordered William Swett and myself to carry a bucket-full of salt, each, up to her house. The salt came out of the harness-cask, and we took it ashore openly, but we were stopped on the quay by a custom-house officer, who threatened to seize the ship. Such was the penalty for landing two buckets of Liverpool salt at Liverpool!
His friends dreaded the result of his uncompromising frankness, while politicians quite generally condemned it. Even so stanch a friend as Leonard Swett, whose devotion to Lincoln never wavered throughout his whole career, shared these apprehensions. Says Mr. Swett: "The first ten lines of that speech defeated him. The sentiment of the 'house divided against itself' seemed wholly inappropriate.
Then, after some further parleying, I finally left the conference. That evening after dusk I met Swett on the street. We sat down upon the curbstone, as it was growing a little dark, and talked the matter over.
Leonard Swett relates a touching instance: "In the summer of 1864, when Grant was pounding his way toward Richmond in those terrible battles of the Wilderness, myself and wife were in Washington trying to do what little two persons could do toward alleviating the sufferings of the maimed and dying in the vast hospitals of that city. We tried to be thorough and systematic.
The police came round asking questions, and the baby wasn't seen in Grubb's court after that." "You think it was Pinky Swett whom you saw just now?" "I'm dead sure of it, sir," turning to Mr. Dinneford, who had asked the question. "And you are certain it was the little boy named Andy that she had with her?" "I'm as sure as death, sir." "Did he look frightened?"
After this exploit, Swett and I kept housed for a week. He then got into a ship called the President, and I into another called the Tontine, and both sailed for New York, where we arrived within a few days of each other. We now shipped together in a vessel called the Jane, bound to Limerick. This was near the close of the year 1811.
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