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He and his wife and little child were out on the porch, and as soon as we rode up, both recognized Jim Beckwith, but neither of them knew me, for when they had seen me last I was almost a beardless boy, and now I had quite a crop of beard and was a man of twenty-five years of age. "Hello, Jim!" were Uncle Kit's first words, and he and his wife came out to the gate to shake hands with him.
"Alas, madam, no," said Paul smiling too. "I did but walk solitary in the forest; I am lacking in courtesy, I fear; I knew not that there was a house here, but it pleased me to see it lie like a jewel in the wood." "You knew not it was here, or you would have shunned it!" said the Lady Beckwith with a smile.
You looked upon me as an enemy, I suppose?" "Yes, sir." "I am an enemy to those who are incurably bad. I think you were meant for an honest man." "So I was, sir. I should be still if I hadn't met with Jim Beckwith." "Have done with him, then. If you follow my advice you need not fear meeting with me again."
"You know, Will, you have always depended on Carson or me at all times, and this trip will teach you to depend on yourself." I saddled my horse and went with Beckwith back to the emigrants' camp.
It was claimed to be one hundred miles from there to Fort Hall, and that same evening, before dark, he was in Fort Hall, and he went all the way on foot. In this run Beckwith burst the veins in his legs in numerous places, making him a cripple for life. The last time I saw him was at his own home, near Denver, Colo., in 1863.
While he was saying this, Beckwith had filled a half-pint glass with brandy. At this moment, he threw the brandy at his face, and threw the glass after it. Slinkton put his hands up, half blinded with the spirit, and cut with the glass across the forehead.
"Out there," he said, waving his cigar to the westward, "some of the ladies have ranches." Some of the gentlemen, too, he added, for it appeared that exiles were not confined to one sex. "It's social a little too social, I guess," declared Mr. Beckwith, "for you." A delicate compliment of differentiation that Honora accepted gravely.
Sampson, or with whatever motive you came here, at least I thank you for that. 'Boil the brandy, muttered Beckwith. Without gratifying his desire to know how I came there, I said, quietly, 'How is your niece, Mr. Slinkton? He looked hard at me, and I looked hard at him. 'I am sorry to say, Mr. Sampson, that my niece has proved treacherous and ungrateful to her best friend.
I left Generals Easton and Beckwith purposely to make arrangements in anticipation of my arrival, and have heard from neither, though I suppose them both to be at Morehead City. At all events, we have now made a junction of all the armies, and if we can maintain them, will, in a short time, be in a position to march against Raleigh, Gaston, Weldon, or even Richmond, as you may determine.
Beckwith set him to work making trundels, &c. I was employed in putting up a building, and after Mr. Beckwith had done with Frank, he was sent for to assist me. Mr. Swan sent him to a blacksmith's shop and had his shackles cut off with a cold chisel. Frank was afterwards sold to a cotton planter.
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