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It is to this document, dated at Monticello, August 18, 1813, that every biographer must have recourse: "Meriwether Lewis, late governor of Louisiana, was born on the 18th of August, 1774, near the town of Charlottesville, in the county of Albemarle, in Virginia, of one of the distinguished families of that State.
I inquired for Colonel Meriwether about my hotel in the city, but was unable to get definite word regarding his whereabouts, although the impression was that he was somewhere in the farther West. This made it necessary for me to ride at once to Jefferson Barracks.
But come peace, come war, there lies a fortune for us all. For my share there remains but one heavy payment; and to-morrow I ride to raise funds for that among our tenants and elsewhere. I admit that my bankers are shrewd and severe in fact, I think they would rather see the payments forfeited than not. As Meriwether is away, it is with me to attend to this business now."
"Yes; and of course you took the main trail west from Leavenworth." He nodded. "Orders to take this detachment out to Laramie," he said, "and meet Colonel Meriwether there." "He'll not be back?" I exclaimed in consternation. "I was hoping to meet him coming east." "No," said Belknap, "you'll have to go on with us if you wish to see him. I'm afraid the Sioux are bad on beyond.
Before this time I had acquainted him of my intentions in regard to his daughter; and now I went to him and placed the matter before him, explaining to him the nature of our affairs and announcing my intention to make a quick journey to the West, in order to obtain assistance from Colonel Meriwether, of whom I hoped to find instant solution of the financial problems, at least.
This suited neither of us, so we sent a negro down with a skiff, and had him bring up our rifles, Auberry's bedding, my portmanteaus, etc., it being our intention to take the stage up to Leavenworth. By noon our plans were changed again, for a young Army officer came down from that Post with the information that Colonel Meriwether was not there.
The girl's face was a trifle flushed, but her eyes were merry. "Yes," said she, "I think Mr. Cowles and I have met once before." She slightly emphasized the word "once," as I noticed. "But still I may remind you all, gentlemen," said I, "that I have not yet heard this lady's name, and am only guessing, of course, that it is Miss Meriwether, whom you are taking out to Laramie."
Say, I didn't know there was so many people in the whole world as they was of them emigrants. Preacher come along in a wagon one day broke, like most preachers is. We kep' him overnight, free, and he merried us next mornin' for nothin'. Turn about's fair play, I reckon." I scarcely heard her querulous confidences. "Where is Colonel Meriwether?" I asked her at last.
"Miss Meriwether," I said to her finally, putting my hand on the pommel of her saddle as we halted, "it's no use. We might as well admit it; we are lost." She made no great outcry. I saw her bend her face forward into her hands. "What shall we do?" she asked at length.
As the Flower was led away to receive other flowers, the hideous horseshoe penalty of victory, the crowd was astounded to see in the middle of the course a tall youngster in loud plaids, leaping, shouting, hugging himself, laughing and crying in the same breath. And this was what he shouted: "The blood of Blink Bonny! Hurrah! hurrah! Beat it if you can! Hurrah for Haw Bush! For Major Meriwether!
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