Last few days before votin' was cold an' raw an' Henry rid constant.

'Lection day he couldn't vote, for he lacked a year of bein' o' age, an' he rid in with a hard chill, an' white as a ghost, an' he says: 'Ma,' says he, 'I've 'lected Grant, but I'm all tuckered out.

Put me to bed an' kiver me warm.'" I forgot the sting in my eyes watching Mrs.Freshett.

She was the largest woman I knew, and strong as most men.

Her hair was black and glisteny, her eyes black, her cheeks red, her skin a clear, even dark tint.