In Augusta and in
several other towns which I visited, for the whole of the rest of
the winter, I was as busy as I could be. Early in the spring I made
up my mind to run away for a week or two, and arranged my business
so that I could go down into Massachusetts and visit Henry, hoping,
if he was better, to bring him back with me to Maine.
Two of my patients in Paris, Maine, had each given me a good horse
in payment for my attendance upon them and their families, and for
what medicines I had furnished, and I took these horses with me to
sell in Boston. I drove them down, putting a good supply of
medicines in my wagon to sell in towns on the way, and when I
arrived in Boston sold out the establishment, getting one hundred
and twenty-five dollars for the wagon, three hundred dollars for one
horse, and four hundred dollars for the other-a pretty good profit
on my time and medicine for the two patients-and I brought with me
besides about eighteen hundred dollars, the net result, above my
living expenses, of about three months' business in Maine, and what
I had done on the way down through Massachusetts. I am thus minute
about this money because it now devolves upon me to show what sort
of a family of children my first and worst wife had brought up.
Of these children by my first marriage, my eldest son Henry, since
he had grown up, had been with me nearly as much as he had been with
his mother, and I loved him as I did my life. Since he became of
age, at such times when I was not in prison, or otherwise
unavoidably separated from him, we had been associated in business,
and had traveled and lived together.
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