Elijah Kellogg, Forest Glen; or, The Mohawk's Friendship
“ They both started towards the stranger, who stopped, and stood leaning on his rifle, evidently fatigued."God bless you, Ned Rangely! Is that yourself?" cried Holdness, seizing one hand, while McClure laid his hand upon his shoulder."How are you, old stand-by?" cried McClure. "It does a man good, these ticklish times, to look on your old face. Haven't you come in a good time? We've plenty to eat, nothing to do; and you've got to stay here with us all the rest of your life." ”
