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S02 MEETING WITIL SHERB.
had joined them; that of a once large family of children,
ouly three brothers and a sister remain.
I stopped in Cleveland but a few daysand then hastened
to Farmington, the old home of my boyhood, and was
happily disappointed in finding quite a number of early
friends. Here livesmy great, good friend of California and
Australia companionship, a faithful friend under all circumstances and in all places, whose name has become
familiar to the reader of these pages, S$. H. Loveland.
My brother drove me over to call on him. I discovered
him in the field a little distance from his house. I told
my brother to remain in the carriage until I ascertained if
Sherb would know me. He was at work about a hundred
yards from where I got over the fence into the field. AsI
advanced he watched me until I had approached to within
about thirty yards, when he dropped his pitchfork and
exclaimed, ‘T’ll goto grass if that isn’t Charlie Ferguson!”
After our first mutual greetings I asked him how he knew
me. He told me that from my movement and the way I
jumped off the fence, he said to himself if I was living he
would swear it was I. All had supposed me dead for the
last twenty years. Then I went to see my old friend and
playmate, M. W. Griffith, whom we had left in San Francisco when we embarked for Australia on the Don Juan. I
cannot express on paper the great and exciting interest
and pleasure in these meetings of old companions. I can,
however, safely say that our joys were mutual, and it
would be hard to tell whosespirits rose to the higher pitch
of exalted joy. It would require the invention of a more
delicately sensitive thermometer to declare if there was a