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“I tell you, Granny, if you bottle a fellow up too tight, I shall split,” said Tom. “But about the gal,- tell ‘em to dress her up some way, so’s to alter her. Her de- scription’s out in Sandusky.” “We will attend to that matter,” said Dorcas, with characteristic composure. As we at this place take leave of Tom Loker, we may as well say, that, having lain three weeks at the Quaker dwelling, sick with rheumatic fever, which set in, in company with his other afflictions, Tom arose from his bed a somewhat sadder and wiser man; and, in place of slave-catching, betook himself to life in one of the new settlements, where his talents developed themselves more happily in trap- ping bears, wolves, and other inhabitants of the forest, in which he made himself quite a name in the land. Tom always spoke reverently of the Quakers. “Nice peo- ple,” he would say; “wanted to convert me, but couldn’t come it, exactly. But, tell ye what, stranger, they do fix up a sick fellow first-rate,- no mistake. Make just the tallest kind o’ broth and knicknacks.” As Tom had informed them that their party would be looked for in Sandusky, it was thought prudent to divide them. Jim, with his old mother, was forwarded separately; and a night or two after, George and Eliza, with their child, were driven privately into Sandusky, and lodged beneath a hospitable roof, preparatory to taking their last passage on the lake. Their night was now far spent, and the morning star of liberty rose fair before them. Liberty!- electric word! What is it? Is there anything more in it than a name- a rhetorical flourish? Why, men and women of America, does your heart’s blood |
