"I am proud that our house has sheltered you, but it is not for
the last time. You will come again, and you will be thin and pale and
in rags, and you will fall at the door. I see you coming with these two
eyes of mine."
"Hush, Aunt Suse," exclaimed Mrs. Simmons. "It is not Governor Ware,
it is his great-grandson, and you mustn't send him away tellin' of
terrible things that will happen to him."
"I'm not afraid," said Harry, "and I hope that I'll see Aunt Susan and
all of you again."
He lifted her hand and kissed it in the old-fashioned manner.
She smiled and he heard her murmur:
"It is the great governor's way. He kissed my hand like that once
before, when I went to Frankfort on the lumber raft."
"Good-bye, Harry," repeated Jarvis. "If you're bound to fight I reckon
that's jest what you're bound to do, an' it ain't no good for me to say
anythin'. Be shore you follow the trail jest as I laid it out to you
an' in two days you'll strike the Wilderness Road. After that it's
easy."
When Harry rode away something rose in his throat and choked him for a
moment. He knew that he would never again find more kindly people than
these simple mountaineers.
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