Why, then, should I love him as I did?
I can not say, except that I always loved, honored and admired courage, uprightness, integrity.
For myself, his agent, I had, as I say, left the old Trist homestead at the foot of South Mountain in Maryland, to seek my fortune in our capital city.

I had had some three or four years' semi-diplomatic training when I first met Calhoun and entered his service as assistant.
It was under him that I finished my studies in law.

Meantime, I was his messenger in very many quests, his source of information in many matters where he had no time to go into details.
Strange enough had been some of the circumstances in which I found myself thrust through this relation with a man so intimately connected for a generation with our public life.

Adventures were always to my liking, and surely I had my share.

I knew the frontier marches of Tennessee and Alabama, the intricacies of politics of Ohio and New York, mixed as those things were in Tyler's time.