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Updated: June 12, 2025
The Alcotts received their friends weather permitting on Monday evenings, and some favored youths of Mr. Sanborn's school would go there to play whist, make poker-sketches, and talk with the ladies; while Mrs. Alcott, who had played with the famous automaton in her younger days, would have a quiet game of chess with some older person in a corner.
There are those who still remember seeing the two distinguished men on the Concord playground, and wondering what they thought of it. Mr. Ward came to place his boy under Mr. Sanborn's care; and a remarkable boy he proved to be, equally generous, fearless and high-minded.
He was for years one of the literary staff of The Springfield Republican, active in many reform movements, and an efficient member of the American Social Science Association. Almost from his house John Brown started on his Harper's Ferry raid, and people in Concord still dwell upon the exciting incident of Mr. Sanborn's arrest in 1860 as an accessory before the fact.
Sherman, the proprietor, bustling out, Jake Wheeler beside him; a chorus of "How be you, Jethros?" from the more courageous there, but the farm team jogs on, leaving a discomfited gathering, into the side street, up an alley, and into the cool, ammonia-reeking sheds of lank Jim Sanborn's livery stable.
"I didn't think you'd be out on Sunday," said Whopper. "I took it into my head yesterday to look fer that lion as got away at Railings," was Jed Sanborn's answer. "Somebuddy said as how he was keepin' shady over to Merrick's woods, so I tramped over. Stayed in the woods all night an' this mornin'." "Did you see the lion?" asked Snap eagerly.
Before I reached there I received a communication from Colonel Leavenworth stating that all the chiefs of the Indians were then on Cow Creek, anxious to meet him. At the same time, a dispatch came from Washington to General Pope, stopping Sanborn's movement.
This fellow expelled a sudden heavy breath as if throwing off an oppression. "Is that you, Sanborn?" This whisper Dorn recognized as Dixon's. It was full of suppressed excitement. "Yes." "Guess it's my turn next. How how does it go?" Sanborn's laugh had an odd little quaver. "Why, so far as I know, I guess it's all right. Damn queer, though.
"If the murderer had give him an invite to a grand-stand seat. But prob'ly he didn't." "No, but it was hot that night. A man roomin' at the Wyndham might come out to get a breath of air, say, an' if he had he might 'a' seen somethin'." "Some more of them ifs, son. What are you drivin' at, anyhow?" "Olson. Maybe it was from there he saw what he did." Sanborn's face lost its whimsical derision.
"Don't utter a word," he whispered, "Luther Barr's air-ship is here." From the spot in which they crouched, keeping as closely in the shadow of the stout mast as they were able, the adventurers could hear distinctly the conversation of the men in the dirigible. "This must be the galleon," Frank heard a voice he recognized as Sanborn's saying, "it's lucky we decided to keep on."
"I wouldn't like to be them burglars, when Eb ketches hold of 'em again," he continued. "No, sir. Why, Eb arrested two fellers last summer for haulin' Levi Sanborn's lobster-pots, he took an' tied 'em back to back an' carried 'em over to Lanesport in his boat, an' turned 'em over to the police. One feller got six months in the House of C'rrection. Gee! You're goin' to Bailey's, aint yer?"
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