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hole and taking off his clothes. In he went, and towed 

 the board and the darkey to the sound ice ; but both were 

 too chilled to get out. I had alarmed the men in Dan- 

 daraw's bar, and they pushed out boards and rescued 

 both men. Bill had an attack of pneumonia and rheu- 

 matism, and lost a month's work. And that's the kind of 

 man Bill Fairchild was, and you all know how he died." 



As I write this, thirty-seven years later, Whittier's 

 verse comes to mind: 



"Dream not helm and harness 



The sign of valor true; 

 Peace hath higher tests of manhood 



Than battle ever knew." 



When Low had finished Billy Bishop said: "Yes, Pill 

 Fairchild vos a goot fayler; we should trink punch mit 

 him." And 



"They drank to one saint more." 



General Mat arose, and suggested that a representa- 

 tive Jayhawker from Bleeding Kansas was anxious and 

 willing to tell something about the human fruit which 

 the trees bore in that sanguinary region, or perhaps a 

 story of Osawatomie Brown, who had been hanged to 

 a tree in Virginia some three weeks before, would be 

 acceptable. 



THE LOST HAT. 



I had expected to be called on, and had laid out what 

 I thought to be a good story, but Miller's remarks sent 

 the whole thing out of mind. I was nervous and self- 



