fiddlers in the settlement were placed on empty beer-casks,
and some danced by the light of the monster fires,
while others listened to Joe Blunt as he recounted their
adventures on the prairies and among the Rocky Mountains.
There were sweethearts, and wives, and lovers at the
feast, but we question if any heart there was so full of
love, and admiration, and gratitude, as that of the
Widow Varley as she watched her son Dick throughout
that merry evening.
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