human
By God, says he,
gpt
Douw Fonda! said I, astonished.
human
Why, he is gone to Albany.
gpt
He came back a week ago, says Christie.
human
They tell me that the young Patroon tried to dissuade the old gentleman from going, but could do nothing with him--Mr. Fonda being childish and obstinate--and so he had his way and summoned his coach and his three niggers and drove in state up the river to Caughnawaga. We passed that way on scout, and I saw the old gentleman two days ago sitting on his porch with his gold-headed walking stick and his book, and dozing there in the sun; and the yellow-haired girl knitting at his feet----
gpt
What!
human
Sir, said he,
gpt
Good God, no. You say that the--the yellow-haired girl, Penelope Grant, is at Caughnawaga with Douw Fonda!
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
Did you see her?
human
I did; and spoke with her.
gpt
What did she say?
human
She said that Mr. Fonda had sent a negro servant to Johnstown to fetch her, because, having returned to Caughnawaga, he needed her.
gpt
I think Mr. Fonda's three sons and their families must all be mad to permit the old gentleman to come to Caughnawaga in such perilous times as these!