sold by law with a view to defraying, partly, the
expenses of the sale.

The night of November 20 was boisterous. A
furious gale stormed across the country, scourg-
ing it with desolating drifts of sleet. Great trees
were torn from the earth and hurled across the
roads. So wild a night had never been known in
all that region, but toward morning the storm had
blown itself out of breath, and the day dawned
bright and clear. At about eight o'clock that
morning the Rev. Henry Galbraith, a well-known
and highly esteemed Baptist minister, arrived on
foot at his house, a mile and a half from the De-
luse place. Mr. Galbraith had been for a month
in Cincinnati. He had come up the river in a
steamboat, and landing at Gallipolis the previous
evening, had immediately obtained a horse and
buggy and set out for home. The violence of
storm had delayed him overnight, and in the
morning the fallen trees had compelled him to
abandon his conveyance and continue his journey
afoot.

"But where did you pass the night?" inquired
his wife, after he had briefly related his adventure.

"With old Deluse at the 'Isle of Pines,' " ^* was
the laughing reply; "and a glum enough time I
had of it. He made no objection to my remain-
ing, but not a word could I get out of him."

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