That solves the difficulty.

Everybody knows the appropriation's been made and the Company's perfectly good." So the orders were given and the men appeased, though they grumbled a little at first.

The orders went well enough for groceries and such things at a fair discount, and the work danced along gaily for a time.
Two or three purchasers put up frame houses at the Landing and moved in, and of course a far-sighted but easy-going journeyman printer wandered along and started the "Napoleon Weekly Telegraph and Literary Repository"-- a paper with a Latin motto from the Unabridged dictionary, and plenty of "fat" conversational tales and double-leaded poetry--all for two dollars a year, strictly in advance.

Of course the merchants forwarded the orders at once to New York--and never heard of them again.
At the end of some weeks Harry's orders were a drug in the market--nobody would take them at any discount whatever.

The second month closed with a riot .-- Sellers was absent at the time, and Harry began an active absence himself with the mob at his heels.