Instead of turning to the left for Saratoga, we turned to the right for Albany, the grand office being in that place.
On arriving in Albany, I went to a well known family there—that of Mr. R.K. I was received and treated by this family in such a way as, should I live thousands of years, I never could enough express my gratitude to them for their kindness.
At nine o'clock I went down to the office, where the first of the officers I met was Mr. F. I was requested to come back on Monday morning. I went, and was again requested to call on Tuesday. While sitting there, I saw the old woman whom I before spoke of as having been so much afflicted, talking to Mr. F., and crying very sorely. After they had settled with her, she came along and told me she hoped they would do better by me than they had done by her, as she lost her all and got little or nothing for it.
On telling me the amount she received, I was really ashamed for the company who could treat a poor old woman in such a manner, but at once determined they should not treat me so meanly. Their will was good, but thanks to my own perseverance, they could not. I went on Tuesday as requested, when they told me Mr. W was not yet returned from Lake George. I went again on Wednesday, when I found him at home.
He was a tall, thin gentleman, with jet black hair and dark eyes—had the appearance of one who would think a good deal and say but little. I at once read the man's heart, and read it well, as I was not disappointed. He sent me again to Mr. F.'s apartment, who wished me to call again, but I told him I had my customers in Saratoga, and must go on there. He sent me back to Mr. W again, who decided to give
