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"Gentlemen," says he, blowing out the smoke and trying to breathe it back again, "when we view the eternal hills and the smiling and beneficent landscape, and reflect upon the goodness of the Creator who—" "Excuse me, colonel," says I, "but there's some business to attend to now"; and I brought out paper and pen and ink and laid 'em before him. "Who do you want to send to for the money?" I asks. "I reckon," says he, after thinking a bit, "to the vice-president of our railroad, at the general offices of the Company in Edenville." "How far is it to Edenville from here?" I asked. "About ten miles," says he. Then I dictated these lines, and Colonel Rockingham wrote them out: