person inside of it, the Colonel having been careful to allow them to keep near enough to know positively that no person had left the carriage since it started. “Come into the house, gentlemen, and have some refreshments,” said the Colonel. “Bill, rub down their horses, they are a fine team, and have tried the bottom of my grays. I thought you would give it up at Lewiston, but as you decided to go on I thought if any team in this county could show better bottom for a long drive than mine, I should like to know it.” By this time the Marshal had made up his mind that there was no game there, and he drove on without waiting for Bill to groom his horses or to hold any conversation with the Colonel.
One of the best conductors in Niagara County was an Irishman by the name of Dennis W——. He lived on a good farm between the canal and the ridge road, about four miles from Lockport. He was active, intelligent and industrious. I first knew him as an active member of the Liberty Paiiy, and afterwards as a conductor on the U. G. R. R. When Col. P—— found the crossing dangerous, he sent passengers to Dennis, while he managed to mislead the hunters. The conductor who took Cassey to his station, told Dennis not to keep her about his own premises, for he was beginning to be suspected. Dennis had a friend who came from Ireland a year or two previous, and he had fixed up a place for him to live in on a remote part of his farm. Supposing it would be a safe place for Cassey to stop a few days, he went to see if he would take her into his house, and said to him, “Jimmy, I have a favor to ask of you.” “Ye shall have it before I know what it is,” said Jimmy, “though it might be half of my kingdom!” “It isn’t that,” said Dennis, “I only want a place for a poor woman to stay a few days.” He then told who she was, and gave a thrilling account of her troubles and the terrible things
