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So, if you don't mind 'Oh, all right, said Owen. 'Who is he? 'Gentleman of the name of Prosser. Owen could not recollect having come across any work by anyone of that name; but he was not a wide reader; and, whether the man above was a celebrity or not, he was entitled to quiet. 'I never heard of him, he said, 'but that's no reason why I should disturb him. Let him rip.
The three best known insurrections were those led by Gabriel Prosser, Denmark Vesey, and Nat Turner. These revolts will be treated more fully in the next chapter. The masters consistently refused to see examples of passive or active resistance as signs of manhood.
About thirty miles, as the crow flies, from my place, down York River, is situated, in Gloucester County, "White Marsh," an old Virginia home which then belonged to Dr. Prosser Tabb, who with his wife and children was living there. Mrs. Tabb was a near cousin of my father, and as a little girl had been a pet and favourite. His affection and regard for her had lasted from his early manhood.
Having asked the assembled company to wait for a minute, Mr Maltby hastened out of the building, and quickly returned, leading in Dr and Mrs Prosser. A shout of surprised and hearty welcome greeted the entrance of the new guests.
On returning to their lodgings Harry met his brother, who had been into the city. "Old Prosser was very civil," said Bertie. "He said that as their ships were chiefly in the South American trade it would be a great advantage for me to learn to speak Spanish well.
So you shall tell us your story, Thomas, at your own time, for that will be the best. And now let me know how you found Dr Prosser and his wife, and if all was right about poor Lydia Philips."
What had he done with the original manuscript? He remembered now. He had burnt it. It had seemed mere useless litter then. Probably, he felt bitterly, the woman Butler had counted on this. Mr Prosser concluded an animated conversation with a waiter on the subject of the wines of France, leaned forward, and, having helped himself briskly to anchovies, began to talk. He talked loudly and rapidly.
Up and up we toiled until we reached an altitude of six thousand feet, and were within about ten miles of our companions at the lake, when the intense cold drove us into camp on Prosser Creek in Alder Creek Valley, a picturesque and sheltered nook two and a half miles in length and three-quarters of a mile in width.
The delay at the Truckee Meadows had been brief, but every day ultimately cost a dozen lives. On the twenty-third of October, they became thoroughly alarmed at the angry heralds of the gathering storm, and with all haste resumed the journey. It was too late! At Prosser Creek, three miles below Truckee, they found themselves encompassed with six inches of snow.
"When I were ready to go, I says to Dr Prosser, `Doctor, may I have a word or two with your green boy? `My what? says the doctor, laughing. `Your green boy, says I; `him with the buttons. `Oh, by all means, he says; `I hope there's nothing wrong? `Nothing at all, sir, thank you, I says. `Here, William, says he, `step into the dining-room with this gentleman; he wants to speak to you.
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