in Washington.”
Before us lay the peaceful valley, and on a far hill we could see the door-yard bordered with small trees and haunted by the ghosts of the battlefield.
“We've had our lesson,” said Uncle Eb, “but there's some that havint. You 'member Lon Tracy—he was one o' the most peaceable men that ever lived. One day he went to the village, an' some mis'rable, drunken cuss pitched on him an' Lon set to an' thrashed him proper.
“'I'm surprised,' said the Justice o' the Peace, when Lon come before him.
“'So'm I,' said Lon.
“'S'pose ye knew 'nough t' keep out o' trouble.'
“'So did I,' says Lon.