My Cousins were great farmers, extensive raisers of stock,
wool-growers, and everything else that could make them prosperous.
There seemed to be no end to their wealth, and their fiat farms,
spread out on every side as far as the eye could see.
And if my father had only stayed there, I could not help but think
what a different life mine might have been. Instead of being the
adventurer I was, and had been ever since I separated from my first
and worst wife-doing well, perhaps, for a few weeks or a few months,
and then blundering into a mad marriage or other difficulty which
got me into prison; well-to-do to-day and to-morrow a beggar--I,
too, might have been rich and respectable, and should have, saved
myself a world of suffering. This was but a passing thought which
did not mar my visit, or make it less pleasant to me. I went there
to be happy, not to be miserable, and for three months I was happy
indeed.
From there I went to my birthplace in Columbia County, revisiting
old scenes and the very few old friends and acquaintances who
survived, or who had not moved away. I spent a month there and
thereabouts, and at the end of that time I felt full restored to my
usual good health, and was ready to go to work again, not in the
matrimonial way, but in my medical business, that was enough for me
now.
CHAPTER XIV.
MY OWN SON TRIES TO MURDER ME.
SETTLING DOWN IN MAINE-HENRY'S HEALTH-TOUR THROUGH THE
SOUTH-SECESSION TIMES-DECEMBER IN NEW ORLEANS-UP THE
MISSISSIPPI-LEAVING HENRY IN MASSACHUSETTS-BACK IN MAINE
AGAIN-RETURN TO BOSTON-PROFITABLE HORSE TRADING-PLENTY OF MONEY-MY
FIRST WIFE'S CHILDREN-HOW THEY HAD BEEN BROUGHT UP-A BAREFACED
ROBBERY-ATTEMPT TO BLACKMAIL ME-MY SON TRIES TO ROB AND KILL ME-MY
RESCUE-LAST OF THE YOUNG MAN.
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