My stepfather and my mother deliberately set forth on this so-called mission of mercy.

They came north, and by chance, fell in with a resident of Boggs City while in the station at Albany.

They were debating which way to turn for the next step.

My mother was firm in the resolve that you should be left in the care of honest, reliable, tender-hearted people, who would not abuse the trust she was to impose.
The Boggs City man said he had been in Albany to see about a bill in the legislature, which was to provide for the erection of a monument in Tinkletown--where a Revolutionary battle had been fought.

It was he who spoke of Anderson Crow, and it was his stories of your goodness and generosity, Mr.Crow, that caused them to select you as the man who was to have Rosalie, and, with her, the sum of one thousand dollars a year for your trouble and her needs.
"My mother's description of that stormy night in February, more than twenty-one years ago, is the most pitiful thing I have ever listened to.
Together they made their way to Tinkletown, hiring a vehicle in Boggs City for the purpose.