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I got the name an' the street all writ down plain in my wallet but I got t' go hum." They had stopped at the door of the famous American. Jack and Solomon went in and sat down with a dozen others to await their turn. When they had been conducted to the presence of the great man he took Solomon's hand and said: "Mr. Binkus, I am glad to bid you welcome."
Binkus wore his hanger an old Damascus blade inherited from his father and carried his long musket and an abundant store of ammunition; Jack wore his two pistols, in the use of which he had become most expert. When the horses had "got the kinks worked out," as Solomon put it, and were a trifle tired, they browsed along quietly with the man and boy riding before and behind them.
He was deliberate as became one whose scalp was often in danger; trained to think of the common welfare of his neighborhood and rather careless about the look of his coat and trousers. John Irons and Solomon Binkus were differing examples of the new man. Of large stature, Irons had a reputation of being the strongest man in the New Hampshire grants.
There is an old letter of Solomon Binkus which briefly describes the journey. He speaks of the "pompy" men who examined them. "They grinned at me all the time an' the ol' big wig Jedge in the womern's dress got mad if I tried to crack a joke," he wrote in his letter. "He looked like he had paid too much fer his whistle an' thought I had sold it to him. Thought he were goin' to box my ears.
Binkus paused again to put another coal on his pipe. Then he listened a moment and looked up at the rocks above their heads, for they were camped in a cave at the mouth of which they had built a small fire, in a deep gorge. Presently he went on: "I found a heap o' Injuns at Swegache Mohawks, Senekys, Onandogs an' Algonks. They had been swappin' presents an' speeches with the French.
"Far south on the shore o' the Mohawk," she answered in a voice trembling with emotion. "What's yer name?" "I'm Bill Scott's wife," she answered. "Cat's blood and gunpowder!" Solomon exclaimed. "I'm Sol Binkus." She knelt before the old scout and kissed his knees and could not speak for the fulness of her heart.
Binkus laughed and said they looked "terrible pert." He told the virile and profane Captain Lee of Howe's staff, that the first thing to do was to "make a haystack o' their hair an' give 'em men's clothes." "A cart-load o' hair was mowed off," to quote again from Solomon, and all their splendor shorn away for a reason apparent to them before they had gone far on their ill-fated expedition.
Please tell me about your resources. Are you able to get married?" Jack told him of his prospects and especially of the generosity of his friend Solomon Binkus and of the plight the latter was in. "He must be a remarkable man," said Franklin. "With Preston's help he will be coming on to London in a day or so. If necessary you and I will go down there. We shall not neglect him.
I tell ye to fergit it, says Preston. "'I can fergit all but the fact that he behaved like a gentleman, says Jack. "'I 'spose he were usin' his private brain, says I." This, with some slight changes in spelling, paragraphing and punctuation, is the account which Solomon Binkus gave of the most exciting adventure these two friends had met with.
"There are not five thousand men in the colonies who would differ with that view." Having arrived in the river city, John Irons went, with his family, to The King's Arms. That very day the Hares took ship for New York on their way to England. Jack and Solomon went to the landing with them. "Where is my boy?" Mrs. Irons asked when Binkus returned alone. "Gone down the river," said the latter.
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