There came a day when Westford arrived and proceeded to perform his customary office, but the blood refused to flow.
He was afterward deputy-sheriff of Middlesex County, and lived in Westford.
Of one thing she was certain, that she did not wish to rust out in Westford.
Westford was about as far as they continued the journey afoot.
There was no real hotel at Westford, only a sort of tavern, but it afforded the luxury of rest.
On such occasions it was customary to send for another mulatto named Westford, who would relieve him by letting a little blood.
This hotel came within the limits of Westford, and was kept by Mr. Gill from the year 1842 to 1847.
He remained at Westford two years, highly esteemed by his pupils and beloved of the whole people.