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Travelino; throuG:h the Blue Ridg^e Mountains in North 

 Carolina, Mr. Calhoun, Col. Gadsden and my father stopped 

 over night at a mountain cabin home. There was but one 

 spare room, and in it a bed and a pallet. My father arranged 

 for himself and Col. Gadsden to take the pallet and Mr. Cal- 

 houn to take the bed. About midnight the mail-rider stopped 

 in, and seeing but one person in the bed, said: "Git furder 

 thar, old horse, and spoon," and familiarly piled in with the 

 Senator. In the morniniy the hostess came in the room and 

 finding Mr. Calhoun there alone requested him to climb up a 

 ladder into the loft, and hand her down a shoulder of bacon, 

 which the Senator complied with, as gracefully as circum- 

 stances would permit. 



Our party spent several days on this trip in Cashier's Valley^ 

 at the home of the old man, James McKinney. Mrs. McKin- 

 ney was quite a stout, red-faced, middle-aged lady, celebrated 

 far and wide for her curiosity as well as her loquacity, as also 

 her unsophisticated manner; entering the room where the 

 gentlemen were talking, with her sleeves rolled up above her 

 elbows, her arms akimbo, addressing my father, with whom 

 she was acquainted, said : " Colonel Sloan, is this the great 

 John C. C^a^-houn that I have hearn so much talk about ? " My 

 father answered in the affirmative, saying : " Mr. Calhoun, 

 allow me to present to you our hostess, Mrs McKinney." 

 Mrs. McKinney grasped the proffered hand, saying: "Do tell; 

 why, you look jist like other folks. I reckon you've got a 

 mighty purty wife to home haint ye ? " Mr. Calhoun answered, 

 that he intended bringing Mrs. Calhoun on a visit to the mount- 

 ains, and she would have an opportunity to judge for herself, 

 when Mrs. McKinney broke in again, " Well, I low she's got lots 

 of purty bed quilts down thar," when old man McKinney spoke 



