high words, laughter, and vituperation which made a
babel of the courtroom, Cary spoke to his opponent. "Mr. Rand, do you
remember that frosty morning, long ago, when you and I first met? I came
upon you in the woods, and together we gathered chinquapins. Does it
seem long to you since you were a boy?"

"Long enough!" answered Rand. "I remember that day very well."

"We told each other our names, I remember, and what each meant to do in
the world. We hardly foresaw this day." "It is not easy to foresee,"
said Rand slowly. "If we could, we might--"

"We might foresee our last meeting," smiled Cary, "as we remember our
first." He took a glass of wine from a passing servant and put it to his
lips, "To another meeting, in the wood!" he said, "since I may not quite
drink to your victory."

"Ah, my victory!" answered Rand. "When I have it, I don't know that I
shall care for it! That's a handsome youth, your brother--and he has
worked for you like a Trojan! I'll drink to your brother!"

"Here are the Green Spring folk!" cried a voice. "They always vote like
gentlemen!"

The Green Spring folk were a squadron, and they voted Cary again within
sight of the goal. A man who had been standing just without the open
door rested his long musket against the wall and advanced to the polls.
"Last time I voted here," he said, "'twas for Mr. Jefferson. I reckon
I'll have to vote to-day for Lewis Rand."

A tumult arose. "Adam Gaudylock belongs upon the Mississippi!--He isn't
an Albemarle man!--He's a Kentuck--He's a Louisianian--He's a subject of
Jefferson's new kingdom!--Challenged!--He can't vote in Albemarle!"

The hunter waited for the uproar to cease. "You Federalists are mighty
poor shots!" he exclaimed at last. "You make no account of the wind. I
am subject of no man's kingdom. I trade in New Orleans, and I travel on
the great rivers, and I've friends in Kentucky, and I hunt where the
hunting's good, but when I want to vote I come back to my own county
where I was born, and where I grew up among you all, and where I've yet
a pretty piece of land between here and the mountains. I voted here
before, and I'll vote here again. The Gaudylocks may wander and wander,
but their home is on the Three-Notched Road, and they vote in
Albemarle."

The vote standing, and Adam being followed by a string of hunters,
traders, and boatmen, the Republican candidate was again and finally in
advance. The winds blew for him from the four quarters