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"Our dads will never forget what you have done for us, Colonel," Thure said, as he grasped Fremont's hand in farewell. "I may soon put them to the test," smiled back Fremont, "by giving them an opportunity to vote for me, when we get our state goverment organized." "You sure can count on all our votes," declared Thure eagerly; "that is, as soon as Bud and I are old enough to vote."
But Fremont was close at hand, and Shields and Fremont between them mustered nearly 25,000 men. They were certainly divided by the Shenandoah; but they were fast converging on Port Republic; and in a couple of marches, if not actually within sight of each other's camps, they would come within hearing of each other's guns.
I did it when I had an opportunity. A short time after that I heard a speech of "Hon. Burlingame," which contained a heap of "burlygames," and misrepresentations, deluding and instigating Citizens of Pennsylvania against Buchanan, and soliciting them to vote for Fremont.
John C. Fremont, asking him to come to Taos, as he wished to employ him as guide for his expedition to California. That evening, after reading the letter, Uncle Kit said: "Willie, I have got to go to California in the summer to pilot Col. Fremont through. Do you want to go along?" I said I was perfectly willing to go anywhere that he went.
Still laboring under the delusion, perhaps imposed on him by his scouts, his orders stated that the enemy was only a day's march distant, and advancing to attack him. The inclosure mentioned in the President's letter to Curtis was an order to General David Hunter to relieve Frémont.
The Frémont man quickly handed his rifle to Mr. Adams, grabbed the long-nosed Jacobs, in bear-like grip, and fairly threw him into the man with the knife. Together the pair went down in a heap, almost knocking over several of the onlookers. "You next," declared the Frémonter, with a jump at the third of the gang who hastily recoiled, in alarm. So did the onlookers.
To give Frémont yet another chance, the Secretary of War withheld the President's order to relieve the general from command, which he had brought with him, on Frémont's insistence that a victory was really within his reach.
Thus, while some of our Commanders, like Dix and Halleck, repelled or even expelled the Fugitive Slave from their lines; and others, like Buell and Hooker, facilitated the search for, and restoration to his master, of the black Fugitive found within our lines; on the other hand, Fremont, as we have seen, and Doubleday and Hunter, as we shall yet see, took totally different ground on this question.
To crown his disasters, his homestead was destroyed by fire; finding himself ruined, without land and without money, he gave up the struggle in despair and returned east, passing his last years in poverty in a little town in Pennsylvania. Frémont, meantime, had done a great work for California.
"Boys," he said at last, one night, when the smith and Bone had called to see the tiny man, who had sadly gone to sleep "boys, he's pinin'. He's goin' to die if he don't have little kids for company. I've made up my mind. I'm goin' to take him to Fremont right away."
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