Among the party present was Colonel Boone; and approaching Algernon and Ella--who were now seated where the solemn rite had taken place--he took the hand of each, and said, in a voice of some emotion: "My children--for ye seem to me as such--may you both live long and be happy. You've both o' ye had a deal o' trouble since I first saw ye--and that's but a little while ago--but I hope its now over. Don't think I want to flatter, sir, when I say I think you're a brave and honorable young man, and that you've got a wife every way worthy of ye--and she a husband worthy o' her--and that's saying much. God bless ye both! and ef you ever need a friend, call on Daniel Boone." With this he shook their hands heartily, and strode away. The next who advanced to them was Captain Patterson--the officer, it will be remembered, whose life Algernon so generously saved at the risk of his own. After the usual congratulations, he took our hero by the hand, and said, with deep feeling: "Sir! I feel that to you, for risking your own life to save mine, I owe a debt I can never cancel; and an attempt to express to you in words my sense of obligation for the noble act, would be worse than vain: therefore accept this, as a slight testimonial of the gratitude of one who will ever remember you in his prayers, and wear your image in his heart." As he concluded, Captain Patterson placed in the hands of Algernon a sealed packet, and moved away.[25] "Well, its all over," said Mrs. Younker, coming up in turn to wish the young couple joy. "I al'ays 'spected as how it 'ud come to this here. Goodness, gracious, marsy on me alive! what a flustration they has made about ye, sure enough, for sartin--han't they? I never seed the like on't afore in all my born days. Why, it's like you war governor's folks, sure enough. And my own Ella, too; and the stranger as com'd to my house all bleeding to death like! My! my!--what strange doings Providence does! Well, its to be hoped you'll al'ays git bread enough to keep from starving, and that you won't fight nor quarrel more nor is necessitous--as the Reverend Preacher Allprayer said, when he married me and Ben together. Ah!--poor Ben!--poor Ben!--I'm a lone widder now. Well, the Lord's will be done!" And the good dame moved sadly away, to make room for others, and console herself by recounting her afflictions to some patient listener, together with the virtues of her deceased and living friends. "I don't 'spect it's o' much account my telling you I wish ye joy," said Isaac, "when every body's doing the same thing; but it comes from the heart, and I can't help it. Well, you'll be happy, I know; for thar's nothing like married life; and I speak from experience. I'm sorry you've got to leave us so soon; but you won't git far from me; for I've got you both here;" and placing his hand upon his heart, he bowed, smiled, and passed on.