﻿XIV 
  History 
  of 
  Durham. 
  

  

  tobacco 
  dealer 
  of 
  Durham, 
  and 
  who 
  is 
  the 
  proud 
  owner 
  of 
  

   the 
  identical 
  bottle 
  from 
  which 
  the 
  two 
  Generals 
  drank 
  to 
  

   each 
  other's 
  health 
  upon 
  the 
  memorable 
  occasion 
  of 
  which 
  

   we 
  now 
  write. 
  Mr. 
  C. 
  B. 
  Green, 
  editor 
  of 
  the 
  Durham 
  

   plant, 
  and 
  who 
  is 
  also 
  a 
  Justice 
  of 
  the 
  Peace, 
  accompanied 
  

   us, 
  for 
  the 
  purpose 
  of 
  taking 
  the 
  affidavit 
  of 
  a 
  daughter 
  of 
  

   old 
  man 
  Bennett, 
  as 
  to 
  the 
  genuineness 
  of 
  the 
  above 
  men- 
  

   tioned 
  bottle. 
  An 
  hour's 
  drive 
  through 
  an 
  improved 
  and 
  

   prosperous 
  country, 
  brought 
  us 
  to 
  the 
  spot. 
  As 
  we 
  glanced 
  

   around, 
  there 
  was 
  little 
  to 
  indicate 
  the 
  historic 
  associations 
  

   ccrnnected 
  with 
  the 
  place. 
  The 
  house 
  is 
  a 
  plain, 
  old-fash- 
  

   ioned, 
  unpretending 
  structure, 
  devoid 
  of 
  paint 
  without 
  and 
  

   within, 
  but 
  neatness 
  and 
  a 
  certain 
  degree 
  of 
  rustic 
  taste 
  was 
  

   manifest 
  in 
  all 
  directions. 
  The 
  same 
  old 
  fence 
  stands 
  in 
  

   front 
  of 
  the 
  green 
  yard, 
  and 
  the 
  broad 
  boards 
  are 
  covered 
  

   with 
  advertisements. 
  As 
  we 
  stepped 
  into 
  the 
  little 
  yard 
  

   a 
  musical 
  voice, 
  coming 
  from 
  the 
  old 
  kitchen 
  window, 
  said, 
  

   " 
  Walk 
  into 
  the 
  house, 
  gentlemen, 
  I 
  will 
  see 
  you 
  in 
  a 
  

   minute." 
  Accepting 
  her 
  polite 
  invitation, 
  we 
  were 
  soon 
  

   seated 
  in 
  the 
  room 
  in 
  which 
  the 
  Generals 
  conferred 
  together 
  

   and 
  drew 
  up 
  and 
  signed 
  those 
  important 
  documents 
  that 
  

   ended 
  the 
  war. 
  Soon 
  the 
  possessor 
  of 
  the 
  musical 
  voice 
  

   made 
  her 
  appearance, 
  looking 
  as 
  fresh 
  and 
  beautiful 
  as 
  one 
  

   of 
  the 
  roses 
  that 
  grew 
  in 
  her 
  little 
  flower 
  garden. 
  We 
  found 
  

   her 
  to 
  bo 
  the 
  granddaughter 
  of 
  old 
  man 
  Bennett, 
  (who 
  

   by 
  the 
  way 
  has 
  long 
  since 
  been 
  gathered 
  to 
  his 
  fathers) 
  and 
  

   lived 
  at 
  the 
  old 
  place 
  with 
  her 
  mother 
  and 
  brother. 
  She 
  

   knew 
  but 
  little 
  of 
  the 
  facts 
  we 
  were 
  seekitig, 
  but 
  directed 
  

   us 
  to 
  the 
  house 
  of 
  her 
  aunt 
  who 
  lived 
  near 
  by, 
  and 
  who 
  

   was 
  the 
  only 
  surviving 
  member 
  of 
  the 
  Bennett 
  family 
  who 
  

   was 
  an 
  eye-witness 
  to 
  the 
  important 
  circumstances 
  that 
  

   form 
  the 
  subject 
  of 
  our 
  sketch. 
  This 
  was 
  the 
  same 
  party 
  

   who, 
  quite 
  a 
  while 
  ago, 
  sold 
  Mr. 
  Jones 
  the 
  "little 
  black 
  bot- 
  

   tle," 
  and 
  after 
  thanking 
  our 
  rustic 
  friend 
  for 
  her 
  kindness 
  

   we 
  were 
  soon 
  on 
  our 
  way 
  toward 
  the 
  house 
  of 
  the 
  aunt. 
  

  

  