. Modern stories. y fatherlived in Kentucky. But I have guessed Michigan andIndiana and Mississippi, — that was where Fort Adamsis, — they make twenty. But where are your otherfourteen ? You have not cut up any of the old ones,I hope? Well, that was not a bad text, and I told him thenames in as good order as I could, and he bade me takedown his beautiful map and draw them in as I bestcould with my pencil. He was wild with delight aboutTexas, told me how his brother died there; he hadmarked a gold cross where he supposed his brothersgrave was; and he had guessed at Texas. Then he wasdelighted a
. Modern stories. y fatherlived in Kentucky. But I have guessed Michigan andIndiana and Mississippi, — that was where Fort Adamsis, — they make twenty. But where are your otherfourteen ? You have not cut up any of the old ones,I hope? Well, that was not a bad text, and I told him thenames in as good order as I could, and he bade me takedown his beautiful map and draw them in as I bestcould with my pencil. He was wild with delight aboutTexas, told me how his brother died there; he hadmarked a gold cross where he supposed his brothersgrave was; and he had guessed at Texas. Then he wasdelighted as he saw California and Oregon; — that, hesaid, he had suspected partly, because he had neverbeen permitted to land on that shore, though the shipswere there so much. And the men, said he, laughing,brought off a good deal besides furs. Then he wentback — heavens, how far! — to ask about the Chesa-peake, and what was done to Barron for surrenderingher to the Leopard, and whether Burr ever tried again, 482. s I- HE BADE ME TAKE DOWN HIS BEAUTIFUL MAP AND DRAW THEMIN AS I BEST COULD WITH MY PENCIL. HE WAS WILD WITH DE-LIGHT ABOCT TEXAS, TOLD ME HOW HIS BROTHER DIED THERE;HE HAD MARKED A GOLD CROSS WHERE HE SUPPOSED HISBROTHERS GRAVE WAS; AND HE HAD GUESSED AT TEXAS. THENHE WAS DELIGHTED AS HE SAW CALIFORNIA AND OREGON. 3 E&£ &E1$E 8 &m THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY — and he ground his teeth with the only passion heshowed. But in a moment that was over, and he said,God forgive me, for I am sure I forgive him. Thenhe asked about the old war, — told me the true story ofhis serving the gun the day we took the Java, — askedabout dear old David Porter, as he called him. Thenhe settled down more quietly, and very happily, to hearme tell in an hour the history of fifty years. How I wished it had been somebody who knewsomething! But I did as well as I could. I told himof the English war. I told him about Fulton and thesteamboat beginning. I told him about old Scott, andJackson
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