He explained that he had attempted to drive a fast Kentucky colt; one of the reins had broken and he had lost his "steerage-way," as he expressed it.
He was a grand fellow, "Pipe" as we called him, and when he took a fancy to a person, as he did to me, he was for and with him always.

In later days when I removed to New York he transferred his affections to my brother, whom he invariably called Thomas, instead of Tom.

High as I stood in his favor, my brother afterwards stood higher.

He fairly worshiped him, and anything that Tom said was law and gospel.

He was exceedingly jealous of our other establishments, in which he was not directly interested, such as our mills which supplied the Keystone Works with iron.