I'd just as lieves be married to Niagara Falls, and done with it." After a reflective pause she added--having wandered back, in the interval, to the remark that had been her text: "Friends ?--oh, indeed, no man ever had more; and such friends: Grant, Sherman, Sheridan, Johnston, Longstreet, Lee--many's the time they've sat in that chair you're sitting in--" Hawkins was out of it instantly, and contemplating it with a reverential surprise, and with the awed sense of having trodden shod upon holy ground-- "They!" he said.
"Oh, indeed, yes, a many and a many a time." He continued to gaze at the chair fascinated, magnetized; and for once in his life that continental stretch of dry prairie which stood for his imagination was afire, and across it was marching a slanting flamefront that joined its wide horizons together and smothered the skies with smoke.

He was experiencing what one or another drowsing, geographically ignorant alien experiences every day in the year when he turns a dull and indifferent eye out of the car window and it falls upon a certain station-sign which reads "Stratford-on-Avon!" Mrs.

Sellers went gossiping comfortably along: "Oh, they like to hear him talk, especially if their load is getting rather heavy on one shoulder and they want to shift it.

He's all air, you know,--breeze, you may say--and he freshens them up; it's a trip to the country, they say.

Many a time he's made General Grant laugh--and that's a tidy job, I can tell you, and as for Sheridan, his eye lights up and he listens to Mulberry Sellers the same as if he was artillery.
You see, the charm about Mulberry is, he is so catholic and unprejudiced that he fits in anywhere and everywhere.