The moonlight came through the dusty window lighting his face
and beard. I put my hand upon his brow and withdrew it quicidy. I
was in the presence of death. I opened the door and called the
sleeping boy. He rose out of his chair and came toward me rubbing
his eyes.
'Your master is dead,' I whispered, 'go and call an officer.
Riggs's dream was over - he had waked at last. He was in port and
I doubt not Annie and his mother were hailing him on the shore,
for I knew now they had both died far back in that long dream of
the old sailor.
My story of Riggs was now complete. It soon found a publisher
because it was true.
'All good things are true in literature,' said the editor after he had
read it. 'Be a servant of Truth always and you will be successful.'
Chapter 37
As soon as Lincoln was elected the attitude of the South showed
clearly that 'the irrepressible conflict', of Mr Seward's naming, had
only just begun. The Herald gave columns every day to the news of
'the coming Revolution', as it was pleased to call it.
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