There is a hitching post at the side of the courthouse by the stocks and I dismount and tie Gretchen's reins to the rail and pet her and whisper in her ear so she'll feel safe here where she ain't been before. Gulliver MacFarland, the Hero of Culloden Moor and my former jailhouse mate. I realize with a start that the stocks ain't empty and the person in 'em is none other than Mr. We cross Beacon Street and ride down through the Common and there's a good firm path there so I get Gretchie up to the gallop and go whooping and hallooing along, scattering goats and sheep that go nay-ing and baaa-ing out of our way till we get to the streets, and then we slow to a trot on Tremont Street and then to a walk on Court Street 'cause I don't want to cause no fuss here, that's for certain, but I blends right in 'cause there's lots of people in the street, both walking and riding, and Gretchen is ever so gentle in the way she picks her way through that there's never an angry eye cast our way.Īs we go by the courthouse I catch a glimpse of that hated whipping post and. A sisterly peck now and then, what the harm? He seems to enjoy it so.
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