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Updated: May 27, 2025
Betty Jay scented the boiling of Squire Cass's hams, but her longing was arrested by the unctuous liquor in which they were boiled; and when the seasons brought round the great merry-makings, they were regarded on all hands as a fine thing for the poor.
In the flash of glittering windows and the sound of eager voices Miss Porter descended, without waiting for Cass's proffered assistance, and anticipated Mountain Charley's descent from the box. A few undistinguishable words passed between them.
"You will not think me foolish if I ask you to wait here while I go in there" she pointed to the ominous thicket near them "alone?" She was quite white. Cass's heart, which had grown somewhat cold since his interview with Miss Porter, melted at once. "Go; I will stay here." He waited five minutes. She did not return.
There's a big bed o' lavender at the Red House: the missis is very fond of it." "Well," said Silas, gravely, "so as you don't make free for us, or ask for anything as is worth much at the Red House: for Mr. Cass's been so good to us, and built us up the new end o' the cottage, and given us beds and things, as I couldn't abide to be imposin' for garden-stuff or anything else."
He saw no fighting, but he could earn his living for some months, and stored up material for effective chaff in Congress long afterwards about the military glory which General Cass's supporters for the Presidency wished to attach to their candidate. His most glorious exploit consisted in saving from his own men a poor old friendly Indian who had fallen among them.
"That I wasn't followed, and that he could meet me on the road beyond Cass's Ridge Station." She hesitated a moment, and then, with a still greater pride, in which a youthful defiance was still mingled, said: "I've run away from home to marry him. And I mean to! No one can stop me. Dad didn't like him just because he was poor, and dad's got money.
"It was just here," she went on vivaciously, "just here that I went into the bush and cut a switch for my mare, and," leading him along at a brisk trot by her side, "just here, look, see! this is what I found." It was scarcely thirty feet from the road. The only object that met Cass's eye was a man's stiff, tall hat, lying emptily and vacantly in the grass. It was new, shiny, and of modish shape.
The other Union members of the Cabinet received the rumor of Mr. Cass's resignation with gloomy apprehensions. Postmaster-General Holt, with whom by reason of their kindred opinions he had been on intimate terms, hastened to him to learn whether it were indeed true and whether his determination were irrevocable.
The idiocy of the title had struck him vaguely at the moment and the impression had remained. "Mrs. Cass?" "Yes." "Mrs. Cass's empty." This unfortunate condition of Mrs. Cass did not floor Jones. "She was yesterday," said he, "but I have taken the front parlour and a bed-room this afternoon." "That's true," said a fat woman, "I saw the gentleman go in with his luggage."
"For my part, I am of Governor Cass's opinion. He was at Chicago during the Winnebago war. We were all preparing to move into the fort on the first alarm. Some were for being brave and delaying, like our friends here. 'Come, come, said the Governor, 'hurry into the fort as fast as possible there is no merit in being brave with the Indians.
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