I do not know where to turn--I never have been down so low before, I never have seen things so dismal.

There are many mouths to feed; Clay is at work; we must lose you, also, for a little while, my boy.

But it will not be long--the Tennessee land----" He stopped, and was conscious of a blush.

There was silence for a moment, and then Washington--now a lank, dreamy-eyed stripling between twenty-two and twenty-three years of age--said: "If Col.

Sellers would come for me, I would go and stay with him a while, till the Tennessee land is sold.