Here is the letter." He drew from his pocket a sheet of paper, and spread it out.

"See-read it.

Ah, well, never mind," he added, as old Christopher shook his head.

"Never mind, I'll read it to you!" Thereupon he read the note, and added: "We'll see him of the Calhouns risin' high beyant poverty and misfortune some day." Old Christopher nodded.
"I'm glad Miles Calhoun was buried on the hilltop above Playmore.

He had his day; he lived his life.