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Updated: June 18, 2025
I wish I could have spoken as highly of the Christian love and kindness of his house as I had of its hospitality and good fare. We had an extra nice supper that evening, out of respect to the distinguished guest. Everything was pleasant at the table, and Mrs. Fishley seemed to be the loveliest woman in the world.
Captain Fishley and I don't get along well enough together for me to say anything to him." "Why, what's the matter?" I told my story; for I felt that if the senator could trust me, I could trust him. I did not say anything about my half-formed intention to run away.
I was going to build a house upon it; and my fancy pictured its interior, and the pleasure we might enjoy in it, floating down the river. It was a very brilliant ideal which I had made up in connection with the new craft. In due time I reached Riverport, and obtained the mail-bag. At the post-office, I happened to meet the landlord of the hotel, who wanted to know how Squire Fishley was.
Cold water is the natural enemy of ardent spirits, and in this instance it had gained a partial victory over its foe, for the squire was nearly sobered by his bath. "This is bad very bad!" said my passenger, when he had shaken some of the water from his garments. "I know it is, Squire Fishley; but we have got over the worst of it," I replied. "I'm afraid not, boy.
The first bill was a one, the next a five; and by this time I was amazed at the magnitude of the sum, for I had never before had six dollars of my own in my hand. I looked further, and was utterly overwhelmed when I found that each of the other four bills was a ten. Forty-six dollars! Squire Fishley had certainly made a mistake. He could not have intended to give me all that money.
He looked curiously at me, and seemed to wonder how I happened to be on such good terms with his horse. "What's the news up to Torrentville?" I asked. "Nothing particular, as I know of," he replied, looking hard at me. "Is Captain Fishley there now?" "Yes." "How's Ham?" "First rate." "How long have you driven the mail team?" "Going on three weeks.
Louis I had written a long letter to Squire Fishley, narrating all the facts of the robbery of the mail, and the charge against me. I assured him I should keep the promise I had made to him, if I had to die in jail for doing so, and that he might do as he pleased about assisting me.
"Why, Squire Fishley, if you had given me a couple of dollars, I should have thought you had treated me very handsomely," I protested. "You saved my life." "I don't know as I did." "But you did more than that for me. I was intoxicated; I cannot deny it. I fell into the river in that state. If I had been found drowned, the cause of my death would have been rum!" he added, with a shudder.
"So, you monster, you! you have come back have you?" she began, in the same refreshing, snarling tones which had so often enlivened my existence in the past. "I have come back, Mrs. Fishley; or rather I have been brought back," I replied, pleasantly; for I felt that I could afford to be good-natured.
You don't suppose it's got lost do you?" "I think not. We've never lost anything in our office, leastwise not since I've been postmaster," answered Captain Fishley, who seemed to attribute the fact to his own superior management.
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