Gregg was neither a Parkman nor a modern lover 276 of nature, but something much better, a man of forethought and of good sense.
Take the persons whom Parkman describes in his Oregon Trail.
His fatal encounter with Dr. Parkman I always attributed to a sudden outbreak of passion.
Mrs. Parkman walked forward, and took her seat near a window.
Parkman always dictated instead of holding the pen, and his huge mass of documents had to be read aloud to him.
Mr. Parkman himself tried to do this, but his wife would not leave him in peace.
Parkman, to be sure, has merits of his own, some of which are less discernible in Prescott.
"Then they ought to have told us how it was," said Mrs. Parkman.
Mr. Parkman looked along the line to select one that had a good horse.
Mrs. Parkman said this in a good-natured way, as if she meant it in joke.