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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XI: John Brown and the call to arms (search)
d within; and followed by a retreat with prisoners and wounded by daylight. Montgomery, however, insisted on first exploring, with but one companion, the region to be traversed. In the midst of these plottings, Mr. Higginson wrote to his wife:— I was so amused this morning. When Mr. Winkle has been in the mud [in Pickwick ] the hostler brushes him down, shooing him and soothing him with a gentle noise all the time as if currying a horse. My pantaloons were deluged with mud from Broadway [New York] and the Irish waiter did precisely that to me. And a little later, he wrote:— I shall be back from Yellow Springs a week from to-morrow night. If he [Montgomery] is not back then, and if the ground is still covered with snow, I shall probably not wait for him, but go home and be on call. . . . Give me credit for wisdom in not throwing up the whole Western trip and going with him. While Montgomery was absent on this secret errand Mr. Higginson went as far west as Ohio to le
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XIV: return to Cambridge (search)
ood:— Franklin Square, New York. My dear little girl: This morning I went to see if I could find a fur coat for dolly, but you see they don't make fur coats for dollies. I think you had better catch a little mouse and say, Please! mousey, will you lend dolly your little fur coat. If he says No, what can we do? But it will soon be spring and she will not need it. From your loving Papa. New York. My dear little girl: This morning I went along a great big street called Broadway and what do you think I saw? Why, you and me riding on the tricycle; that is I saw the picture in a window, where the same photographers who took us have a store here in New York! Some people stopped to look and one of them said, I wonder who that man is with a little girl behind him. I could have told him, but I did n't. I might have said, That's Margaret Higginson and I think the man must be her papa. Good-bye, darling. Your own Papa. Father and daughter rode on the tricycle toge