"
"But it was terrible, shooting at him. I might have killed him."
"He might have killed you, and that would have been worse."
"I never thought of that."
"No doubt he did."
"I wish we were back in the college; but I greatly fear we will be
expelled in disgrace. It would kill our mothers."
"No; I think they would get over it; but I tell you, Fernando, my
opinion is, it don't make much difference."
"Why?"
"The United States and England are going to fight. I got a paper last
night, and it was chock full of fight, and as for your shootin' the
lieutenant, I am sure everybody, even your mother and the faculty, will
be glad of it. I only blame you for one thing."
"What is that, Sukey?"
"When you had such a good chance, why didn't you aim higher?"
The expression on Sukey's face was too ludicrous for even the young
duelist, and he laughed in spite of himself.
"Helloa, there's the town," cried Sukey, as they rounded a headland and
entered the mouth of a broad bay, standing in toward a beautiful
village. This village has wholly disappeared. Railroads shunned it, and
the water traffic being too small to support it, it degenerated into a
village of fishermen, which, in 1837, was totally destroyed by fire, and
has never been rebuilt. Before the war of 1812, it was a neat,
flourishing little town.
"Is this the town you were spakin' about?" asked Terrence of the
boatman.
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