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his people,- men, women, and children,- packed them up in wagons, and sent them off to settle down; and then honest John turned his face up the creek, and sat quietly down on a snug, retired farm, to enjoy his conscience and his reflections. “Are you the man that will shelter a poor woman and child from slave-catch- ers?” said the senator, explicitly. “I rather think I am,” said honest John, with some considerable emphasis. “I thought so,” said the senator. “If there’s anybody comes,” said the good man, stretching his tall, muscular form upward, “why here I’m ready for him: and I’ve got seven sons, each six foot high, and they’ll be ready for ‘em. Give our respects to ‘em,” said John; “tell ‘em it’s no matter how soon they call,- make no kinder difference to us,” said John, running his fingers through the shock of hair that thatched his head, and bursting out into a great laugh. Weary, jaded, and spiritless, Eliza dragged herself up to the door, with her child lying in a heavy sleep on her arm. The rough man held the candle to her face, and uttering a kind of compassionate grunt, opened the door of a small bed- room adjoining to the large kitchen where they were standing, and motioned her to go in. He took down a candle, and lighting it, set it upon the table, and then ad- dressed himself to Eliza. “Now, I say, gal, you needn’t be a bit afeard, let who will come here. I’m up to all that sort o’ thing,” said he pointing to two or three goodly rifles over the |
