The Washington times. (Washington [D.C.]) 1901-1902, 1902-10-07

loved. although nothing on earth could
have induced her to acknowledge ther
that she did not hate him, as she hated
all abolitionists, except Judge Whipple
The very room where the old judge wa:
nursed by jimmy may yet be identified
by the description of it in THE Crisis. :
While wandering around the promises
/ came upon an old negro. who must
have seen at least his eighty years, and
my surprise and pleasure may BE- well
imagined when l discovered in him no
other than Colonel Carvels famous joe
key and servant, Ned" Neil Champ is
his name, and he has lived at Glencoe
since 1854. In talking of his old master
Neil Champ was able scarcely 10 restrain
the tears from springng to his eyes We
remembered well Stephen Bryce. judy
Whipple. Mr.. Brinsmade, and the others
who used frequently to como to partake
of the colonel's hospitality. He had
never heard of THE Crisis" and yet in
each case he gave the correct name of
the originals of the characters and de-
scribed the various scer IS of the book
| in such way as TO leave no doubt that
he and Mr.. Churchill are accurate and
skillful painters OF the dead past.
The readers of The Crisis who recall
menI1On OF the Ola fOaU,
where the Russells lived, and over which
jimmy used to ride at brealsneck speed,
closely followed by the faithful Ned"
on her way to see her friend "Puss"-or
out to Bellegarde-would not recognize
| it as 1t is today. Some of the old man
sions yet remain, but what was then a
green country lane is now broad
highway, and where the thrushes and
cardinals sang and the rabbits skipped,
the electric cars and bicycles now skim
past.
The old mansion of Belleearda itself
still stands, but haw different it is from
the time when the Colfaxes LIVED there,
and the beautiful mother of grown son
mad half of the society aristocrats OF the
State at her feet. NJ graves are there
now Ior fields OF golden grain. ncr do
lunches OF luscious grapes purple in the
COLDER. sun OF the s.rly autumn but l.n
der memory of The Oh place. with its
m,..ds of many who knew 1t as 1. was in
the old. old days of chivalry and hos
pitaiity.
Eleven miles out of st. Louis. on the
Geryais Road, there still stands an old
log cabin. 1t is a pleasant country
round about, and close at hand there is
grove of fine trees, and a spring of
sparkling colo wafer. InTougn me
summer many picnics are held here and
at all seasons of the year pilgrims come
to pay their respects to the little old
log cabin.
Do the readers OF THE Crisis" re
member Captain Grant. who used to
haul wood for Mr.. Renault. and who,
finding the eavesdropping Mr.. Hopper in
the areaway, administered to him the
we'll deserved rebuke on a certain day
at Camp Jackson. and whom he met
later at Vicksburg and City Point? Well,
he used to live there, In that little old
log cabin. and a hard enough time he
had OF 1t. too.
The place has changed very little
since that time. But the scene at Camp
Jackson has changed almost beyond rec
ognition. The Lindell grove, that was
filled with the white tents and gay
bunting of the camp of instruction on
that May day, when a certain energetic.
headed soldier by the name Of Lyon.
In command over at the arsenal. took q