No woman would countenance sech cuttin’ off the heads of folks, and they knew it. They named it so to be mean.
And Martin, sayin’ that it would be expected of him, and he should have questions asked him by influential parties which he should want to answer, went to see lots of Horsepitals, and Schools, and Universities.
Josiah went with him one day, and come home and said Heriot’s Horsepital beat anything he ever see for architecture, and, sez he, “it wuz designed by Indigo Jones.”
Sez I, “I don’t believe any woman ever named her babe ‘Indigo’ in this world.” And I inquired, and found out that it wuz “Inigo.”
Josiah said I hadn’t made out much. It wuzn’t any better name. But it wuz.
Indigo! the idee!!
A little ways out of the town is the home where Doctor Guthrie lived, and one of the most beautiful and interestin’ houses I see in Scotland or anywhere else. It wuz the one his brother, Mr. Thomas Nelson, built. Every American who goes to Scotland ort to walk by it and meditate out a spell, anyway, if they don’t go in.
Durin’ our late war, when foreign nations thought our great republic wuz a-totterin’ over to ruin, this man had faith in us, and invested thousands of pounds in goverment bonds.
And the rise in them bonds paid every cent this palace of hisen cost. I didn’t begrech it to him, not at all.
Them in England who invested so largely in Confederate bonds, and lost every cent, wouldn’t be so happy in ridin’ by that noble structure and lookin’ at it, mebby.