It contained but a single occupant, a negro, who appeared nearly as old as Solon.

He listened with open-mouthed wonder to the boy's hurriedly told story, and not only expressed a ready sympathy, but promised to have "de young gen'l'man an' der lilly lady lamb on de sho' in free minutes.

Ole Clod, him know de way.

De frog can't fool him on desh yer ribber." With renewed hope Winn followed closely behind his dusky pilot, and in another minute caught sight of the welcome land.

It was East St.
Louis, on the Illinois side of the river, at that time a great railroad terminus, and Clod's little cabin stood at the edge of high-water-mark; for he was a boatman, and gained his living from the river.
"Now, young marse, you mus' come up to my house, whar my ole 'oman fixin' de lilly gal all right in no time." So saying, the negro lifted Sabella in his strong arms and started towards his cabin, to which Winn was only too glad to follow him.