. Book of the Royal blue . down grade andgo back, or to put whip and aim to dashover the obstructions in the kings high-way. The coachman chose the the leaders reached the fence a manrose up and seized the reins of the drivers whip could reach the leadersheads, so he gave it a great twirl and, with journey towards the northwestern part ofthe State, he had at one point a wait ofseveral hours for the next coach. A stranger accosted him, calling him Mr. Thats not my name. My name is Van-diver. Mr. Vandiver, said the stranger,extending his hand, I am glad to meetwith you. The
. Book of the Royal blue . down grade andgo back, or to put whip and aim to dashover the obstructions in the kings high-way. The coachman chose the the leaders reached the fence a manrose up and seized the reins of the drivers whip could reach the leadersheads, so he gave it a great twirl and, with journey towards the northwestern part ofthe State, he had at one point a wait ofseveral hours for the next coach. A stranger accosted him, calling him Mr. Thats not my name. My name is Van-diver. Mr. Vandiver, said the stranger,extending his hand, I am glad to meetwith you. The waiting traveler waspleased to have someone as company whilethe coach delayed its coming. The strangerobserved to Mr. Vandiver, I have somefriends out in the cemetery. Let us walkthat way. In the city of the dead the pairsaw a man lying prone with his face to theground. As the stranger and Mr. Vandiverapproached the prostrate man, they saw atin cup beside him, with a gold ring in \.s companion quickly stooped down. ■OUR LODGE ON THE MuLI^ the lash, struck the robber in the face, ablow that cut to the quick. The highway-man let go his hold and the horses andcoach dashed past the fence and all was over the passengers asked thedriver why he had come down the hill sofast. The cut of the whip led to the detec-tion of the robbers, its silk lash havingimbedded itself so deep in the cheek of therobber, beneath the eye, that it left part ofits silken strands in the wound, thus tellingthe tale. One of the band turned Statesevidence. Then there was the bully of the timeswho infested the Poole House. Seventy-five years ago it was built by one ArchibaldVandiver. His slaves cleared up the wil-derness. He was a man of large estates,great enterprise and of liberal disposition,and even broad enough to tell a good storyupon himself. When he was on a long and took the ring from the cup. The manon the ground, without lifting his head,said: Dont touch that ring in the
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