Inquiring for their mother, I was told she was spending the day at Parson Fox's.

As this house was on my route, I rode there, went through a large gate into the yard, followed by my staff and escort, and found quite a number of ladies sitting on the porch.

I rode up and inquired if that were Parson Fox's.

The parson, a fine-looking, venerable old man, rose, and said that he was Parson Fox.

I then inquired for Mrs.
Wilkinson, when an elderly lady answered that she was the person.
I asked her if she were from Plaquemine Parish, Louisiana, and she said she was.