"How do you do, Jacob?
I'm glad to see you." Thus she again put forth her theory that Virginia and I had been together only one day.

It is what N.V.Creede called, when I told him of it years afterward, "a legal fiction which for purposes of pleading was incontrovertible." The river of immigration was still flowing west over the Ridge Road, quite as strong as earlier in the season, and swollen by the stream of traffic setting to and from the settlements for freight.

People I met told me that the railroad was building into Dubuque--or at least to the river at Dunlieth.

I met loads of lumber which were going out for Buck Gowdy's big house away out in the middle of his great estate; and other loads for Lithopolis, where Judge Stone was making his struggle to build up a rival to Monterey Centre.

I reached Dubuque on the seventeenth of July, and put up at a tavern down near the river, where they had room for my stock; and learned that the next day the first train would arrive at Dunlieth, and there was to be a great celebration.
It was the greatest day Dubuque had ever seen, they told me, with cannon fired from the bluff at sunrise, a long parade, much speech-making, and a lot of wild drunkenness.