The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . Dea [piece torn out] Forgive me, but I have some little cannot blame you for want of hospitality; you know your ownaffairs. I was sick, tired, with a broken limb, and in need ofmedical assistance. I would not have turned a dog away frommy door in such a plight. However, you were kind enough togive us something to eat, for which I not only thank you ; notfor the rebuke and manner in which to [piece torn out]. It isnot the substance, but the way in which kindness is extended,that makes o
The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . Dea [piece torn out] Forgive me, but I have some little cannot blame you for want of hospitality; you know your ownaffairs. I was sick, tired, with a broken limb, and in need ofmedical assistance. I would not have turned a dog away frommy door in such a plight. However, you were kind enough togive us something to eat, for which I not only thank you ; notfor the rebuke and manner in which to [piece torn out]. It isnot the substance, but the way in which kindness is extended,that makes one happy in the acceptance thereof. The sauce tomeat is ceremony ; meeting were bare without it. Be kindenough to accept the enclosed five dollars, although hard tospare, for what we have had. On my return to the road I inquired at the same littlelog cabin for the home of William Lucas, and was di- 286 ASSASSINATION OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. rected to it, which was ahiiost opposite. I crossed afield and found the cabin unoccupied, except for variousthingfs stored there. A new house had been buiU within. ENTRANCE TO DR. STUARTS HOME. Gate of lane leading to the residence of Dr. Richard Stuart, from themain Port Conway road. thirty feet of it, owned by David Jett, a colored ended the responsibility of Mr. Bryan, and hereturned to his home. Booth remained in this cabinon Sunday night, the 23d, and early next morning Wil-liam Lucas took them in a spring wagon to Port Con-way, on the Rappahannock River. After photographing the house I made my way to theroad, and walked on two miles, which brought me toWeedenville, and I stepped into Mr. Weedens generalstore and told him that I was a stranger, and hungry. NARRATIVE OF A WALK. 287 He said: You shall not be hunory long-. So he tookthree eggs from behind the counter, gave them to a col-ored man, saying: Take these to the house and tellMrs. Weeden to cook a dinner for a stranger. Thehouse stood back of the store, and when 1 sat down
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