Mr.and Mrs.Chipperton were with us, and a lady from Chicago, and Mr.Burgan.The other yellow-legs went out riding with his wife, but I think he wanted to go with us.

The fort is on the top of a hill, and a colored shoemaker is in command.

He sits and cobbles all day, except when visitors come, and then he shows them around.

He lighted a lamp and took us down into the dark, quiet rooms and cells, that were cut out of the solid rock, down deep into the hill, and it was almost like being in a coal-mine, only it was a great deal cleaner and not so deep.

But it seemed just as much out of the world.