"I must go a little further."

She started forward again, and a moment after hardly made her
own words good. They encountered a large drove of cattle, that
spread all over the road. Little independence plainly faltered
here and was glad to walk behind her guard, till they had
passed quite through. They came then to the iron gate of her
grounds.

"You needn't come any further," she said. "Thank you."

And as she spoke she opened and shut the gate in his face.
Winthrop turned about and retraced his steps homeward, to read
his brother's letter. It was read by his little end of candle
after he went up to bed at night.


"Little River, Nov. 1807.

"My dear governor,

"For I expect you will be all that, one of these days, (a
literal "governor," I mean,) or in some other way assert your
supremacy over nineteen twentieths of the rest of the human
race. Methinks even now from afar I see Joseph's dream
enacting, in your favour, only you will perforce lack
something of his _baker's dozen_ of homages in your own family.
Unless -- but nobody can tell what may happen. For my part I am
sincerely willing to be surpassed, so it be _only by you;_ and
will swing my cap and hurrah for you louder than anybody, the