Writing-paper and envelopes he could with safety
keep in his possession. They might rest in his satchel, which he
frequently left unlocked, without danger of causing those to wonder who
might curiously open that receptacle. But any large supply of postage
stamps would hardly seem consistent with the character he assumed. He
must not purchase them at the Shenandoah post-office, but a quantity
were forwarded to him from Philadelphia. These came to him in due
season. With the envelope containing them in his hand, he sat upon the
side of his bed, and the question arose: “What shall I do with these
troublesome little things?” He first thought of hiding them in some of
the many pockets with which his rough clothing was furnished. But the
chances were that some time, when he was enacting the _rôle_ of the
deeply intoxicated man—as he had done, and undoubtedly would again be
called upon to do—he might be searched and the mischievous stamps
discovered. Besides, from exposure to inclement weather, he was
frequently drenched to the skin, and the stamps would in such a case be
reduced to pulp and destroyed. They must be concealed—but where? When
did one of his countrymen ever give over as hopeless any scheme or plan,
when exertion of ingenuity might supply the bridge that would safely
bear him over an obstacle? The instances are rare, and McKenna was not
to be the subject of one of them. “Can’t I put them under my stocking,
next the sole of my boot?” he asked himself. No, that would never do.
Moisture, friction, and his weight would combine soon to deface and ruin
the stamps. An expedient, in this connection, however, now occurred to
him, and, taking out his pocket-knife, he made a small, narrow opening
in the sheepskin lining of the leg of one of the heavy top boots, and
betwixt that and the heavy leather formed a pouch, the mouth of which
was almost invisible, in which, after wrapping them in some strong
paper, he deposited the postage-stamps. In this safe place, as long as
he remained in the vicinity, he continued to carry them. He was
reasonably sure of having them always convenient; and, as he had but one
pair of boots at a time, could hardly forget to take those with him,
however suddenly he might be called to remove from one point to another.
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