Gershom riding lazily into town, accompanied by
a sturdy, good-looking lad, also on horseback, whom Karl failed to
recognize.
"A new student, maybe," thought he, and, taking his foot out of the
stirrup, waited to see.
"Hollo, Windsor, hold on a minute!" shouted Dr. Gershom as they
approached. "Here's a young gentleman asking for you."
Karl bowed, and began hastily to review his half-forgotten army
acquaintances; failing, however, to identify any of them with the
young man now bowing to him, and taking a letter from his
pocket-book.
"Mr. Brown favored me with this letter of introduction to you, sir,"
said he, holding it out.
Karl glanced hastily at the few lines, and remembered an allusion
the chaplain had made to a particularly promising student of his,
whom he thought of sending to travel a little in the West. So he
frankly smiled, extended his hand, and said,--
"Ah, yes! I have heard Mr. Brown speak of you, Mr. Ginniss; and I am
very happy to welcome you to our prairie life. I am just setting out
for home; and, if you please, we will ride along directly."
"Better come in, boys, and have a glass of bitters to keep the
night-air off your stomachs. Got some of the real stuff right here
in the office," said the old doctor; but, both young men declining
the proffered hospitality, he withdrew, grumbling,--
"You never'll make it work, Windsor, I tell you now! Such a dog's
life as a country doctor's isn't to be kept up without fuel.
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