" I had only paid one hasty visit to
Fulton since I left it, and I anticipated much pleasure from again
meeting my uncle and aunt with many old friends of my school-days at
Fulton.
I did not intend writing a long story, and will not trouble my readers
with the particulars of our journey, nor of the hearty welcome we
received when we arrived at the old farm house of Uncle Nathan. Let it
suffice that nothing was wanting to render our stay agreeable. My uncle
and aunt looked scarcely a day older than when I left them eight years
since. Upon my remarking how lightly time had set on them, my uncle
replied with his old manner of fun and drollery, "Don't you know,
Walter, that old bachelors and old maids never grow old, they get kind
o' dried in just such a way and keep so for any length of time," and I
could not help thinking there was some truth in his remark. I enquired
with much curiosity for Cousin Silas and his family. "O!" replied Aunt
Lucinda, "upon the whole they have done better than one could have
expected when they first came here.
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