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would have been better, but in those days bleeding and 

 herb-teas were the two panaceas for all ills. 



In Williston, Dame Susannah Wells, who had reached 

 the ripe age of one hundred and four years and seen her 

 descendants die year after year of old age — without 

 warning fell ill with the plague and died. Had it not 

 been for this her acquaintances had long since come to 

 the conclusion she would have lived forever. Children 

 and babies were mowed down with equal impartiality by 

 the Reaper; men and women succumbed; but Alorgan's 

 hardihood saved him from any ill effects of the long, wet 

 season. 



Events in his life, following 1811, were not of great 

 importance and may be passed over until Stone put him 

 up for sale in Burlington, at the stable of the Rev. Daniel 

 Clark Sanders, President of the fine College on the hill. 

 There he stayed for a long time, as he was growing old, 

 they said, and no one wanted to buy him. President San- 

 ders was quite willing, for he had the use and care of 

 him all that while. Now and then Stone came to the 

 stable with a prospective buyer, but a trade was never 

 consummated. 



As a convenient dooryard Ira Allen had given a space 

 of fifty acres around the College, called The Green. It 

 was still full of stumps and piles of brush, but made a 

 delightful place for the cows and horses of the town to 

 graze, and here Morgan had many agreeable experi- 

 ences. 



The merry students, passing by, gave him friendly 

 greeting always and a dainty of some kind from their 

 lunches ; he learned to know the whistle of many and 

 whinneyed to them as they ran toward him. 



Often, as he stood nibbling grass he saw a strange 

 looking youth limp across the Green with never a nod or 

 greeting for him or any one else. Absorbed, stern of 



