"
"They look familiar," commented Dunwody. "That's Jones, and that's
Judge Clayton, down below--why, I just left both of them on the
boat the other day! It's Desha and Yates with them, from the other
side of the county. There must be something up."
He advanced to meet the visitors. "Good morning, gentlemen. Light
down, and come in."
All four got down, shook hands with Dunwody, gave their reins to
servants, and joined him on his invitation to enter. Jamieson was
known to all of them.
"Well, Colonel Dunwody," began the Honorable William Jones, "you
didn't expect to see us so soon, did you? Reckon you'd ought to be
all the gladder.
"You live here, my dear Colonel," he continued, looking about him,
"in much the same state and seclusion remarked by Mr. Gibbon in his
immortal work on the _Decline and Fall of Rome_--where he described
the castles of them ancient days, located back in the mountainous
regions. But it ain't no Roman road you've got, out thar."
"I was going to remark," interrupted Judge Clayton, "that Colonel
Dunwody has anticipated all the modern requirements of hospitality
as well as embodied all those of ancient sort.
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