“How short-sighted, you. If you will go in the direction of the south, game in abundance you will find.” Next day the camp was taken up, and they all moved to the southward, led by the hunters. Proceeding not far beyond their former hunting-grounds a doe and two fawns were killed, and the little band thereafter found an abundance of food for the rest of the winter. The reputation of Segwuna was thus established among her own people, but still greater undertakings were awaiting this handmaiden of the Great Spirit, not alone for the good that she did for her own people, but for the benefit of a nation. CHAPTER XVII The distinguished members of the Continental Congress reached Dorminghurst during the afternoon when Mollie Greydon and Segwuna had been gathering the wild strawberries for supper. They were weary with their deliberations during the hot June days, and the freshness of the country air was a tonic to soul and body. Dr. Franklin had known Dr. Greydon since the latter’s childhood, and he walked around the grounds examining the garden with characteristic good comradeship, as he said: “William,” addressing Dr. Greydon, “are these cherries from the trees brought over by William Penn and planted by your father?” “How fine,” exclaimed Mr. Jefferson, “are these roses! I shall have to get some cuttings for my garden at Monticello,” as they sauntered along the path bordered by box, on the way to the sun-dial. “Yes,” replied Dr. Greydon to Benjamin Franklin, “father planted the originals of most of these trees and we have grafted the scions to perpetuate the memory of our dear friend, William Penn. But do you see those columbines on the wall? Those were brought from Monongahela by Altamaha. That honeysuckle was brought from England by our friend, George Fox,” as he pointed to a beautiful vine embowering the gate of the wall surrounding the house court. The three made their way through rows of hollyhocks, feverfew, rhododendrons, tulips, peonies, narcissi, rows of homely bee-hives, the spot for the physic and pot-herbs, where pennyroyal, tansy, spearmint, anise, dill, horse-leek, bitter-sweet, hyssop and boneset were growing, when they reached the apple orchard beyond the garden. A large orchard seat under one of those homely old apple trees, savoring of domesticity, brought them to a quiet nook where the three sat down for a discussion of affairs. “Do you believe that the delegates from Pennsylvania will vote for a Declaration, Doctor Franklin?” asked Mr. Jefferson of his associate. “I, for one, shall vote for the Declaration,” replied Benjamin Franklin, emphatically, “but the other delegates from Pennsylvania, Robert Morris and James Wilson, I am convinced will never do so. They love riches too well to disturb present institutions. They are too close to, and too much interested in the commercial element of Philadelphia to be so radical. If they could see money in the venture they would not hesitate.”