oward the open
door Harry went into the house. He spent two days in the hospitable
home of Samuel Jarvis. He would have limited the time to a single day,
because Richmond was calling to him very strongly now, but it was
necessary to buy a good horse for the journey by land, and Jarvis would
not let him start until he had the pick of the region.

The first evening after their arrival they sat on the porch of the
mountain home. Ike's mother was with them, but old Aunt Suse had
already gone to bed. Throughout the day she had called Harry sometimes
by his own name and sometimes "governor," and she had shown a wonderful
pride whenever he ran to help her, as he often did.

The twilight was gone some time. The bright stars had sprung out in
groups, and a noble moon was shining. A fine, misty, silver light,
like gauze, hung over the valley, tinting the high green heads of the
near and friendly mountains, and giving a wonderful look of softness and
freshness to this safe nook among the peaks and ridges. Harry did not
wonder that Jarvis and Ike loved it.

"Aunt Suse give me a big turn when she took you fur the governor,"
said Jarvis to Harry, "but it ain't so wonderful after all. Often she
sees the things of them early times a heap brighter an' clearer than she
sees the things of today. As I told you, she knowed Boone an' Kenton
an' Logan an' Henry Ware an' all them gran' hunters an' fighters.
She was in Lexin'ton nigh on to eighty years ago, when she saw Dan'l
Boone an' the rest that lived through our awful defeat at the Blue Licks
come back. It was not long after that her fam'ly came back into the
mountains. Her dad 'lowed that people would soon be too thick 'roun'
him down in that fine country, but they'd never crowd nobody up here an'
they ain't done it neither."

"Did you ever hear her tell of Henry Ware's great friend, Paul Cotter?"
asked Harry.

"Shorely; lots of times. She knowed Paul Cotter well. He wuzn't as
tall an' strong as Henry Ware, but he was great in his way, too.
It was him that started the big university at Lexin'ton, an' that become
the greatest scholar this state ever knowed. I've heard that he learned
to speak eight languages. Do you reckon it was true, Harry? Do you
reckon that any man that ever lived could talk eight different ways?"

"It was certainly true. The great Dr. Cotter--and 'Dr.' in his case
didn't mean a physician, it meant an M. A. and a Ph. D. and all sorts of
learned