David was naturally amiable, and in the depressing circumstances had no heart to return railing for railing. He meekly reminded the infuriate woman that she had called him “son-in-law” before he had attempted to call her “mother-in-law,” and that he certainly had been guilty of no conduct which should expose him to such treatment. He soon saw, to his great satisfaction, that the daughter remained faithful to him, and that the meek father was as decidedly on his side as his timid nature would permit him to be. Though David felt much insulted, he restrained his temper, and, turning from the angry mother, told her daughter that he would come the next Thursday on horseback, leading another horse for her; and that then he would take her to a justice of the peace who lived at the distance of but a few miles from them, where they would be married. David writes of the mother:
Her Irish was too high to do anything with her; so I quit trying. All I cared for was to have her daughter on my side, which I know’d was the case then. But how soon some other fellow might knock my nose out of joint again, I couldn’t tell. Her mother declared I shouldn’t have her. But I knowed I should, if somebody else didn’t get her before Thursday.
The all-important wedding-day soon came David was resolved to crush out all opposition and consummate the momentous affair with very considerable splendor. He therefore rode to the cabin with a very imposing retinue. Mounted proudly upon his own horse, and leading a borrowed steed, with a blanket saddle, for his bride, and accompanied by his elder brother and wife and a younger brother and sister, each on horseback, he “cut out to her father’s house to get her.