. Kentucky log . in thehouse of Mr. Hazel ton of the Governmentoffice. Well, I said with some regret, I supposethis is to he my abode until we take to thewoods. No, sir,returned the Captain,hooking hisarm into mine and trotting me off up thestreet. Youve got to bunk in with me. Imin a big room with a big bed,and if you cantput up with it, you cant go on this trip,thats all. But I cant crowd in on your friends thatway. Yes you can, too. Do you know what theysaid when I first spoke of sending for him to come now, so that he can visithere a month or so before you start. Theydnever forgiv
. Kentucky log . in thehouse of Mr. Hazel ton of the Governmentoffice. Well, I said with some regret, I supposethis is to he my abode until we take to thewoods. No, sir,returned the Captain,hooking hisarm into mine and trotting me off up thestreet. Youve got to bunk in with me. Imin a big room with a big bed,and if you cantput up with it, you cant go on this trip,thats all. But I cant crowd in on your friends thatway. Yes you can, too. Do you know what theysaid when I first spoke of sending for him to come now, so that he can visithere a month or so before you start. Theydnever forgive me if you didnt go there. We saw the town— schools, post office,residences of prominent citizens, (you seethe same kind in advertisements on the backof the Ladies Home Journal) and then walkeddown northward past a few more stores and astrikingly energetic steam grist mill. Beyondwas the Avenue, a dusty road sparsely linedwith small wooden houses,and boasting a brickpavement on one side for a considerable por-. PREPARATIONS. 11 tion of its length. Up the sidewalk camocows, some of which turned out for us, somenot, adding a pastoral touch to the quiet andpeaceful scene. The Captain explained thatthey had not broken loose, hut belonged tovarious houses in the town which had no pas-ture, and that being turned out to graze,theytraveled miles about the town, and came backregularly at night. Five minutes more brought us to a largesquare brick house, set well back toward theriver, on a lawn of soft green grass, here agreat rarity. A brick walk shaded by old ap-ple trees led to the door, and behind were aneat stable, more apple trees and a gardensloping to the river bank— a pleasant scenein the warm sunset light, and a marked con-trast to the rest of the town, of which itwas, indeed, the chief residence. Inside, the household was assembling forsupper, and a warmer welcome than they offer-ed could not be family severallyand collectively reiterated that I was athome, an
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