“We had a little mishap after leaving Ballston Spa.  The locomotive engine broke down and the train stopped.  The passengers poured out like bees.  We put our hands and shoulders on the train and pushed it backwards about a third of a mile to a passing station.  There the engine got out of our way and after an hour’s wait a horse was hitched to the train.  With the help of the men he started it.  At the next town our horse was reinforced by two others.  They hauled us to the engine station four miles beyond, where another locomotive engine was attached to the train, and we went on by steam and at a fearful rate of speed.”

Mrs. Wright, being weary after the day’s work, went to bed early and, at his request, I sat with the Senator by the fire for an hour or so.  I have always thought it a lucky circumstance, for he asked me to tell of my plans and gave me advice and encouragement which have had a marked effect upon my career.

I remember telling him that I wished to be a lawyer and my reasons for it.  He told me that a lawyer was either a pest or a servant of justice and that his chief aim should be the promotion of peace and good will in his community.  He promised to try and arrange for my accommodation in his office in the autumn and meanwhile to lend me some books to read while I was at home.

“Before we go to bed let us have a settlement,” said the Senator.  “Will you kindly sit down at the table there and make up a statement of all the time you have given me?”

I made out the statement very neatly and carefully and put it in his hands.

“That is well done,” said he.  “I shall wish you to stay until the day after to-morrow, if you will.  So you will please add another day.”

I amended the statement and he paid me the handsome sum of seven dollars.  I remember that after I went to my room that night I stitched up the opening in my jacket pocket, which contained my wealth, with the needle and thread which Aunt Deel had put in my bundle, and slept with the jacket under my mattress.

The Senator and I were up at five o’clock and at work in the garden.  What a contrast to see him spading in his old farm suit!  Mrs. Wright cooked our breakfast and called us in at six.

I remember we were fixing the fence around his pasture lot that day when a handsomely dressed gentleman came back in the field.  Mr. Wright was chopping at a small spruce.

“Is Senator Wright here?” the stranger inquired of me.

I pointed to the chopper.

“I beg your pardon—­I am looking for the distinguished United States Senator,” he explained with a smile.

Again I pointed at the man with the ax and said: 

“That is the Senator.”

Often I have thought of the look of astonishment on the face of the stranger as he said:  “Will you have the kindness to tell him that General Macomb would like to speak with him?”

I halted his ax and conveyed the message.