had not enjoyed in many a day. The menu did not record many French dishes,
but everything was good, abundant and wholesome.

After dinner, Mr. Elliott told me a story worth recording. It was that of
the heroic Mr. Richardson, who before the war was a teacher in that
district--a Northern man--and, in the excited state of feeling in the
South, was suspected of being an abolitionist. He and his wife were driven
from their home and work, but protected from personal violence by the
prompt and energetic efforts of the Elliotts. But as both Dr. Roy and Mr.
Ryder have given the details to the public, I will not repeat them here. I
will only add that of the fifty persons who had signed the paper pledging
themselves to "_remove_" Richardson, it would be difficult to find one now
in Whittley County. They are scattered or dead. But in the little church
at Rockhold, the name of Richardson is a sacred one, and the stranger
always hears the story.

I took leave of this interesting family with great regret. As I sat in the
little grove in front of the house, with its carpet of myrtle, and looked
off over the peaceful valley, I wished I might remain there and rest.

That horse had it pretty much his own way on the return seven miles, and
when I thought nobody was looking I must confess to finding it a very
pleasant thing to get both legs on the same side of the saddle. But I am
glad I went to Rockhold. I would not lose the pictures I got there for a
small sum and I hope and pray that the time may soon come when in some way
a regular preacher may be provided for the people.