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     supper, breakfust, and stabling for Neb. For years he put up at my grand- 
     
     father's house in New Haven, where he usually stayed for a day or two -- 
     
     longer, if the weather was unfavorable. The bedroom above the kitchen where 
     
     he slept was always: referred to,as "Peter's Room." Where he spent the 
     
     winter months when road travel was impossible, was a matter of speculation, 
     
     but the month of May, after the roads had become passable, always brought 
     
     the familiar sight of Peter, Neb, and the blue cart plodding in isisuredy 
     
     fashion along the old Tryon Road. He made very little conversation; never 
     
     smiled; replied to remarks very briefly; and, to inquiries that he did not 
     
     wish to answer, he usually confined himself to a single negative shake of 
     
     the head. At times, he used an expression, "It's like Boney's war," which 
     
     presumably had reference to the Empsror Napoleon, but which was never 
     
     explained by Peter. He insisted Bo feeding, watering, currying, and bedding 
     
     before turning in at night, 
     
    

    
     Neb; during cold weather/he always went to the stables for a last minute 
     
     check to make sure that Neb's blanket was properly adjusted. Peter never 
     
     offered payment; no one would have accepted it, oven if he had possessed 
     
     any funds. On all counts, he lived and traveled free. In today's parlance, 
     
     "he hed it made." | 
     
    

    
     In most respects. Old Mary -was of a quite different type. She was well 
     
     above medium height, erect in posture, and habitually wore an expression of 
     
     stern dignity. Like Peter, she never Smiled -- even briefly. She traveled 
     
     middle and western Quysen's and a bit of Prince County, with regular 
     
     stops for meals and lodging. Unlike Peter, she always insistsd on doing 
     
     bone kind of work in pavient for the hospitality: splitting firewood, 
     
     weeding the vegetable garden, carrying water from the well, and even’: ° 
     
     cleaning a stable. At our house, her stopping place in New Haven, we 
     
    
   
   
    
     youngsters stood in awe of her. Draped over her shoulders, she carried a 
     
    
   
   
    
     truly remarkable arrangement of sacks and bags, fastened together and 
     
    
   
   
    
     hanging to the tops of her heavy cowhide boots. It was popularly believed