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IS 144.2
Story of an Emigrant.
tins describing the condition of the wounded president, who
was very popular with the American people. The last
telegram of that day announced that he was very low, and
would probably die before morning. The next morning the
dispatches announced that the president was still living,
and that on the previous evening, believing that he had
only a few more hours to live, he had caused to be made out
mv own and four other commissions and had signed them
with his dying hand. I feel justified in narrating this in
detail, inasmuch as I am in possession of the document which
contains the last official signature of our second martyred
president, and which is a very dear treasure to me.
Believing that it will interest the reader to see the last signature
of President Garfield, I submit a photographic fac-simile of
the same.
gakfield’s signature.
I had onlv otic month to prepare for the journey, and on
account of the long and expensive voyage, it was decided,
in family council, that I should go alone, leaving wife and
children in Minneapolis. It was also understood that I
would only be absent about one year, for it was hardly to
be cxpeeted that a person of mv age could stand the
dangerous climate of India much longer.
The 1 7th of August, 1881, was an important day for our
little family, for on that day I left my home for a journey
of thirteen thousand miles,—to distant Calcutta, the capital
of India. Passing through Chicago on the following day, a
number of my Swedish friends at that place had arranged a
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