day, two nice looking white men as waiters, with white 

 aprons and white caps on, attended us, the first placing my 

 bountiful plate before me The second waiter placed three 

 wine glasses and a goblet before me, and filled my goblet 

 out of a bottle; it looked like water. He then did Mr. and 

 Mrs. Pritchard's likewise. In that time I had tasted from my 

 goblet and found it sweet and delightful and drank half of 

 it, the waiter at once returned and filled it again. I was 

 so delighted with the company of Mrs. Pritchard and not 

 thinking nearly emptied my goblet the second time. When 

 the waiter returned to refill it I put my hand on his arm and 

 said, hold on Mister, I don't know what this is; perhaps I 

 have enough. I held him away but he stood there until I 

 took my hand from his arm, then refilled it, full. After as 

 pleasant a dinner as I ever had, we retired to the sitting or 

 family room and their questions kept me talking all the 

 time. I looked at my watch and was so surprised that I 

 asked Professor Pritchard, what time is it please? 'Oh it 

 is early yet." I said I did not a.^k you that, what time is 

 it please? "Eleven, only," he said Will you please give 

 me my hat and cane? "Oh it is early yet" said he. Yes 

 sir, but I make it a rule not to talk people to death the first 

 visit, and would not sit down. I got my hat and cane and 

 bid them good night, and started to walk about a mile, I 

 now think I was entirely sober, but if some of those lamp 

 posts I passed could have spoken, that we would have had 

 an argument right there. 



I got to my hotel nicely; slept well and felt happy that 

 I had found such nice friends; my lonesome blues had taken 

 wings and gone. At breakfast my landlord handed me a 

 letter; I opened it and read: "Farmer Miles, dear friend — 



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