Chanticleer a Thanksgiving Story of the Peabody

I did, Charley, old Sylvester answered, looking kindly on the Captain, who had always been something of a favorite of his from the day he had married into the family; and there are but few left to talk with me of them now. I am one of the living survivors of an almost extinguished race. The grave will soon be our only habitation. I am one of the few stalks that still remain in the field where the tempest passed. I have fought against the foreign foe for your sake; they have disappeared from the land, and you are free; the strength of my arm delays, and my feet fail me in the way; the hand which fought for your liberties is now open to bless you. In my youth I bled in battle that you might be independent– let not my heart, in my old age, bleed because you abandon the path I would have you follow.