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which was sent home, and is still in the possession of his 

 family. 



Mat Miller I love to think of him as "Mat" was a 

 warm friend to boys. Perhaps he liked some boys bet- 

 ter than others, but he was always my friend, and he was 

 the manly sort of man that I could look up to with con- 

 fidence. He was a man when I was a boy. When I 

 was fourteen he was thirty-one, but he was always one of 

 us on such frolics as have been related, and never seemed 

 to know of that gulf which separates the fun-loving boy 

 from the money-grubbing man which some men de- 

 velop into. 



General "Mat" Miller! You covered yourself all 

 over with glory when you attacked a desperate burglar, 

 who outclassed you in weight, alone and single-handed 

 in the old "spook-house" barn and brought him to jus- 

 tice. May you be crowned with glory now, as the re- 

 ward of an honest life, is the prayer of your boyish 

 friend. 



