We made his mail-sack bed as comfortable as possible, and constructed a pillow for him with our coats.
He seemed very thankful.

Then he looked up in our faces, and said in a feeble voice that had a tremble of honest emotion in it: "Gentlemen, I know not who you are, but you have saved my life; and although I can never be able to repay you for it, I feel that I can at least make one hour of your long journey lighter.

I take it you are strangers to this great thorough fare, but I am entirely familiar with it.

In this connection I can tell you a most laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it.

Horace Greeley----" I said, impressively: "Suffering stranger, proceed at your peril.