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passing it I saw the object of my visit - I grasped the hand of an old acquaintance with mutual satisfaction - Mr Page was his name - a Native of Rutland unknown (For it is no trifling incident to meet an old school mate sixteen hundred miles from home - far in the west - or rather (at the present day) towards the "West".) Well, he piloted me to a long, one-story wood building, as their tavern. A fat & lazy old land-lord, after an introduction took my effects in charge & left me once more at ease - a lucky thing to find a friend in the regions of his "experience" to me. He had been here two years - was a diciple of old Coke, - an Illinois Lawyer. He had a convenient office in the Court House (the reason of this having good Court Houses in these wild places, is, that Uncle Sam gives the people land crosses-out word - home? to build with,