Was it called the 'Ridge House' ?" I did not remember the name of the house, but I knew very well that it was not on the other side of the ridge.
"Then," said the driver, "I'm sure I don't know where it is.

But I've only been on the road about a year, and your man may 'a' moved away afore I come.

But there aint no tavern this side the ridge, arter ye leave Delhi, and, that's nowhere's nigh the ridge." There were a couple of farmers who were sitting by the driver, and who had listened with considerable interest to this conversation.

Presently, one of them turned around to me and said: "Is it Dave Dutton ye're askin' about ?" "Yes," I replied, "that's his name." "Well, I think he's dead," said he.
At this, I began to feel uneasy, and I could see that my wife shared my trouble.
Then the other farmer spoke up.
"I don't believe he's dead, Hiram," said he to his companion "I heered of him this spring.

He's got a sheep-farm on the other side o' the mountain, and he's a livin' there.