He was a man of over sixty, and no longer possessed the enterprise and ambition which had once characterized him.

Besides, he was very comfortably off, or would be when he obtained the insurance money.
"I don't know what I shall do," he said, when questioned.

"I was brought up on a farm, and I always meant to end my days on one.
Perhaps now is as well any time, since my business is broken up." This came to the ears of Squire Davenport, who was always keen-scented for a bargain.

His wife's cousin, Mr.Kirk, who has already been introduced to the reader, had, in his earlier days, served as a clerk in a country store.

He had no capital, to be sure, but the squire had plenty.