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A large number of distinguished gentlemen were present, including Secretary Sherman, Assistant Secretary Hawley, Senators Blaine, Vorhees, Paddock, Allison, Logan, Hon. Thomas Henderson, Gov. Pound, Hon. Wm. M. Morrison, Gen. Jeffreys, Gen. Williams, Col. James Fishback, and others. The pall-bearers were Senators Blaine, Vorhees, David Davis, Paddock and Allison, Col. Ward, H. Lamon, Hon.
James F. Henderson married Amanda M. Vorhees, of Tennessee. Violet C. Henderson married William F. Lytle, of Tennessee. Jane E. Henderson married William S. Moore, of Tennessee. The remaining children of Col. James Johnston were: 4. James Johnston, Jr., a promising young man, died near the age of maturity, in 1816, without issue. Henry Johnston died in 1818 without issue.
It developed soon that Vorhees owned a little house, a corral, and a patch of ground on a likely site up under the bluff, and he was anxious to sell cheap because he had a fine opportunity at Durango, where his people lived. What interested Slone most was the man's remark that he had a corral which could not be broken into.
A later incident earned more of Slone's attention. He had observed a man in Brackton's store, and it chanced that this man heard Slone's reply to Brackton's offer, and he said: "You'll sure need to corral thet red stallion. Grandest hoss I ever seen!" That praise won Slone, and he engaged in conversation with the man, who said his name was Vorhees.
But he had a wife, he had a sister. And in this solemn hour he should have his day in court. The crowd listened to Vorhees' speech with rapt attention. His appeal was not based on the letter of the law. He took broader, higher grounds. He sketched the dark days of blood-cursed Kansas. He saw a handsome prodigal son, lured by the spirit of adventure, drawn into its vortex of blind passions.
They rang like bells in his ears. "Don't go don't!" They were enough to chain him to Bostil's Ford until the crack of doom. He dared not dream of what they meant. He only listened to their music as they pealed over and over in his ears. "Vorhees, are you serious?" he asked. "The money you ask is little enough." "It's enough an' to spare," replied the man. "An' I'd take it as a favor of you."
Slone spread his hands and explained in few words. "So you took over the place, hey? We all figgered thet. But Vorhees was mum. Fact is, he was sure mysterious." Brackton sat down and eyed Slone with interest. "Folks are talkin' a lot about you," he said, bluntly. "Is that so?" "You 'pear to be a pretty mysterious kind of a feller, Slone.
Three trips were needed to pack up all the supplies, and meanwhile Creech had but few words to say, and these of no moment. Slone offered him money, which he refused. "I'll help you fix up, an' eat a bite," he said. "Nice up hyar." He seemed rational enough and certainly responded to kindness. Slone found that Vorhees had left the cabin so clean there was little cleaning to do.
He had employed the best lawyer in his state to defend Cook Daniel W. Vorhees, whose eloquence had given him the title of "The Tall Sycamore of the Wabash." When the great advocate rose, his towering figure commanded a painful silence in the crowded court room. The people, who packed every inch of its space, hated the man who had lived among them for more than a year as a spy.
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