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Show I A Man for theA1 9 j A Story of 'the Builders of Democracy J m I By IRVING BACHHT.1FP J H T A LONG JOURNEY H p, ninflR Samson and Rarnli m Trailer with their two children, I jcM.ih rind Itotscy, travel by wagon B In 'he summer or 1831 from their H Imma In Versennee, Vt., to the H , i the land of plenty. Their 1 dcsi, nation Is the Country of the &annmon. In Illinois. They had m rr.id a little book on It. Salomon im van a word of the I'ottawatomles H meaning land of plenty. It wns H the name of a river In Illinois m draining "boundless, Dowcry mead- j own of unexnmpled beauty and for- ,1 tiiity belted with timber, blessed (m with shady groves, covered with frame and mostly level, without a IM stl' k or a stone to vex the plow- B man " Thither they were bound, H to take up a section of government M land Through New York state M they camp by the way. often they H are invited In by farmers Tor the m u. b CHAPTER I. Continued. H The mun looked nrountl and leaned over tlic wheel as If nbout to Impart H a secret. "Say, I'll tell ye," ho said In a low lone. "A real, first-class Idiot H ncvir does, l'ou ought to sec my K net Ions." "This land Is nn indication that you re right," Samson laughed. M "It proves It," the stranger whls- tt peretl. W "Have you any water here?" Sam- M son asked. S The stronger leaned nearer and m raid In his most confidential tone. "Say, mister, It's nhout the best ln the United States. IUght over yonder In B the edge o' the woods a spring cold B us Ice Simon-pure water. 'Bout the only thing this land'll raise Is water." "This land looks to me nhout as valuable as so much sheet llghtuln' and I guess It enn move Just about as quick," said Samson. The stranger nnswered In a low tone: "Say, I'll tell ye, It's a wild cow don't stand still long 'nough to glvo ye time to git anything out of It. I've tolled nnd prayed, but It's hard to get much out of It." "I'rnylng won't do this land any good," Samson nnswered. "What It needs Is manure nnd plenty of It, You can', rnlso anything here but , fleas. It Isn't decent to expect God to help run n Hen farm. Ho knows too much for that, and If you keep it up He'll lose nil respect for ye. If you were to buy another farm nnd bring It here nnd put It down on top o this one, you could probably Jnokc a living. I wouldn't like to live "Micro the wind could dig my potatoes." pota-toes." Again the stronger leaned toward Samson and said In a half-whisper: "Say, mister, I wouldn't want you to mention It. but talkln' o' fleas, I'm like a dog with so many of 'cm that he don't have time to eat. Somebody Some-body has got to soap him or ho'll die. You see, J traded my farm over In Vermont for five hundred acres o' "Elijah Brlmstead Was a Friend o' My Father." j this sheet llglitnln', unsighted on' un-keen. un-keen. 'o wns all crazy to go west : un' here we are. If It wasn't for the deer nji' .'thefish5 I gues we'd 'n' starved to death long ago." "Whore did yo come from?" Orwell, Vermont." jjWhnt's yer nrmol" 'I "Henry Urlmstcad," the stranger ,3 whispered. ' "Son of Elijah Ilrlmstead" "Yes, sir." ( Samson took his hand and shook j warmly. ywoll, i declare I" ho ex- J? '"timed. - "Elfjnh Brlrostend was a h friend o' my father." i W,' nreyul" Brlmstead asked. I 'I'm one o' the Traylors o' Vergen- nes." "My father csed to buy cattle of Henry Traylor." "Henry xas my father. naven't jou let 'em knov nbout your bad The innii resumed his ( of l(M1 ,., Ildence. ".snj ni . Jc... (C wwsil. "A man that's s hlB B fool I am ought not m nd whims It. A brain Hint has treated Its owner ns il ' miiicful as mine ms ,rPate,i lm, should he compelled m do Its own o, inkln' cr die. l'w InnitPil some ix lilngs that limy sell. lt. been hop- '"(i"y 'nek would turn." ,, "It'll turn when you turn It," Sam- 1" 'on assured him. g! Itrlnmtend leaned clove to Samson's Hi far and said In a tone hcarculy ami- l Iblc: h "My brother Itohert has his own m Idiot asjliuii. ifs n rc hoiidsoine ai one on' he has made It pay, but I m wouldn't swnp with him." c, Samson smiled, remembering that Ik Itohert had a liquor store. "Look here, Hi Henry Hrlmsteud. we'ie hungry," he g?i said. "If je furnish the water, we'll w skirmish around for bread and give in ,e as good a dlntier ns vnr im.i i In jer life." Henry took the horses to his barn and watered and fed them. Then he brought two palls of water from the spring. Meanwhile Samson started a fire In a grove of small poplars by the roadside and began broiling venison, veni-son, nnd Sarah got out tbo biead board and the flour and the rotllng-pln and the teapot. As she waited for the water she called the three strange children to her side. The oldest was a girl of ten, with a faco uncommonly refined nnd attractive. In spite of her threadbare clothes, she hud a neat and cleanly look and gentle man-nurs. man-nurs. The youngest wns n boy of four. They were a pathetic trio. "Where's your mother?" Surah asked of the ten- ear-old girl. "Dead. Died when my little brother was born." "Who takes care of you?" "Father and Ood. Father says God docs roost of It." "Oh dear!" Sarah exclaimed, with a look of pity. They had a good dinner of fresh biscuits nnd honey nnd venison nnd eggs nnd ten. While they were eating Samson told Brlmstead of the land of plenty. After dinner, while Brlmstead was bringing the team, one of his children, chil-dren, the blonde, pale, tattered little girl of six, climbed Into tho wagon scat and sat holding a small rag doll, which Sarah lmd given her. When they were ready to go she stubbornly refused to get down. "I'm goln' away," she said. "I'm goln' nw-n-ny off to find my mother. I don't like this place. There ain't no Santa Clans here. I'm goln' away." She clung to the wagon seat and cried loudly when her father took her down. "Ain't Hint pnnitph to hrnnk n mnn'n heart?" lie snld with n sorrowful look. Then Sntnson turned to Brlmstead and nsked: "Look here, Henry Brlmstead, are you a drinking man? Honor bright now." "Never drink a thing but water and ten." "Do you know nnjbody who'll give ye anything for what you own here?" "There's a man In tho next town who offered mo three hundred and fifty dollars for my Interest." "Come nlong with us and get the money If you can. I'll help ye fit up nnd go where ye run earn n living." liv-ing." "I'd like to, but my horse Is lame nnd I can't leavo the children." "Put 'em right In this wagon and como on. If there's n llvory In the place. I'll send ye home." So tho children rode In the wngon nnd Samson and Brlmstead walked, whllo Sarah drove the team to the next village. There the good woman bought now clothes for tho whole Brlmstead family and Brlmstead sold his Interest In the sand plains nnd bought a good pair of horses, with harness nnd some cloth for n wngon cover, and lmd fifty dollars In his pocket nnd n new look In his face. He put his children on the bncks of the horses and led them to his old home, with n sock of provisions on his Miouldcr. Ho was to take the track of tho Traylors noxt day und begin his Journey to tho shores of the Songiimon. They got Into n bnd swnle that afternoon and Samson had to cut some corduroy to make n footing for tenm nnd wagon nnd do much prying Willi the ond of a heavy pole under the front axle. By end by tho horses pulled them out. "When ol' Colonel bends his neck things have to move, even If he Is up to his belly In tho mud," said Samson. As tho day waned they came to a river In tho deep woods. It was nn exquisite bit of forest with the bells of a hermit thrush ringing in one of Its towers. Their call and the low song of tho river were the only sounds In the silence. Tho glow of the setting sun which lighted the western windows of the forest had a color like that of Uic music golden Long shafts of it fell through the tree columns upon the road here and there. Our weary travelers stopped on the rude plank bridge that foarrtrlit. tritlng HarhUcr J rniwetl the rlwr tK.-rs of balsam Hail piiio Mt,d tainnrtiek came In n light, cool iaPexe ,, tie rIver nlev I guess well stop at this tuwni llll tomorrow," sold Samson. Joe was itslceii antl tliev InM him 11 the blankets until supper was endy. Soon i,ru.r supper Samson shot a oer which had waded Into the rapids, ortiinntelj, it ide the opposite liorc before It fell. All hands spent lint evening dressing the deer and -'"king the best of the meat. This lii'J' did by cutting the meat Into trips about the size of a man's hand nil salting nnd laying It on n rack, miie two feet nbow n slow fire, ond uwrlng It with Krccn boughs. The wit and smoke dried tho meat In io course of two or three hours and me It n fine flnvor. Delicious be-'ml be-'ml any kind of ment Is venison eoted In this mnnner. If kept dry, Will retain Its flnvnr nnd lla nu-not. ness for a month or more. They set out rather late next morning. morn-ing. As usual, Joe stood by the head of Colonel while the Inttcr lopped brown sugar from the timid palm of the boy. Then the horse was wont to touch the face of Joe with his big, hairy lips as n tribute to his generosity. generos-ity. Colonel had seemed to acquire a singular attachment for the hoy nnd the dog, while I'ete distrusted both of them. He bud never a moment's mo-ment's leisure, anyhow, being always busy with his work or the files. A few breaks In the pack basket had been repaired with green withes. It creaked with Its load of Jerked venison veni-son when put aboard. Farther on the boy got n sore throat. Snroh hound a slice of pork around It and Samson built n camp by the roadside, In which, nfter a good fire was started, they gave him ft hemlock sweat. This they did by steeping hemlock In palls of hot water and, while the patient sat In a chnlr by the fireside, a blanket was spread about him and pinned closo to his neck. Under the blanket they put the palls o steaming hemlock tea. After his sweat and a day and night In bed, with a warm fire burning In front of the shanty, Joe was oblo to resume bis seat In the wagon. They spoke of the Brlmstcads and thought It strange that they had not come along. On the twenty-ninth day after their Journey began they came In sight of the beautiful green valley of the Mohawk. Mo-hawk. As they looked from tho hills they saw the roof of tho forest dipping dip-ping down to the river shores nnd stretching far to the east and west and broken, here and there, by small clearings. Soon they could see tbo smoke nnd spires of the thriving village vil-lage of Utlca. CHAPTER II. Wherein Is a Brief Account of Sundry Curious Characters Met ontherfoad. At Utlca Oicy bought provisions and a tin trumpet for Joe, and a doll with a real porcelain face for Betsey, and turned Into the great main thbr-oughfaro thbr-oughfaro of the North leading eastward to Boston and westward to a shore of the midland seuB. This road was once the great trail of the Iroquois, by them called the Long House, be cause It had reached from the Hudson to Lake Brie, and In their duy had been well roofed wfth foliage. .Soon they came In view of the famous ICrlc canal, hard by the road. Through It the groin of the Far West hnd Just begun moving eastward In a tide that was flowing fiom April to December. Big barges, drawn by mules and horses on Its shore, were cutting the still waters of the cnnul. They stopped and looked at tho barges mid the long tow ropes nnd the tugging tug-ging animals. "There Is a real artificial river, hundreds ' miles long, hand uittdc of the best material, water tight, no snags or rocks or other Imperfections, durability guaranteed," said S'imon. "It has made the name of DeWItt Clinton known everywhere.'' "I wonder what next I" Sarah ex- rliiltnid. They met many teams and passed other movers going west, and somo prosperous farms on n road wider and smoother than any they had traveled. trav-eled. They camped that night, close by the river, with a Connecticut family fam-ily on Its way to Ohio with n great load of household furniture on one wagon and seven children In another. So they fared nlong through Canun-dalgua Canun-dalgua and across tho Genesee to the village of Rochester nnd on through Levvlston and up the Niagara river to the falls, and camped where they could see the great water flood and heor Ha muffled thunder, When near-Ing near-Ing the latter they overtook n family of poor Irish emigrants, of tho namo of Flanagan, who shared their camp site at the falls. . The Flanagans were on their way to Michigan and had come from the old country threo years before asd settled In Broome county, New York. They, too, were on their wny to n land of better prom-Ise. prom-Ise. Among them was a rugged, freckled, red-headed lad, well along saucily on one side of hTs lienilTnnd .' a ragged blue coot with brass buttons, us he walked beside the oxen, whip In hand, with trousers tucked In the tops or Ids big cowhide boots. There was also u handsome Wjung junn In this party of the tmifitTof JBhri Mc-4 Nell, who wore a yiffleiL shlrih and? swallow-tail coat, now mufti soljed by the Journey. Ho listened to Snmson's account of the Sangamon country nnd snld that he thought he would go there. Santh gave the Irish futility a good supply of cookies rind Jerked venison before she bade them good-by. When our travelers left, next morning, morn-ing, they slopped for a last look at the great foils. "Children," said. Samson, "I wnnt you to take a good look nt Hint. It's the most wonderful tlilnir In thn world and maybe jouil never see It ngnln." "The Indians used to think Hint tho Orent Spirit wos (n this river," said Sarah. "Kind o' seems to me they were right," Samson remarked thoughtfully, "Kind o' seems as If the great spirit of America was lu that water. It moves on In the wny It wills nnd nothing no-thing can stop It. Everything tit its current goes along with It." "And onlj the strong enn stand tho Journey," said 8nrall. "" l These words were no doubt Inspired by nn ache In her bonen. A hard sent nnd tho ceaseless Jolt toft of tho wagon through long, hot, dusty days had wearied them, IJven their hearts were getting sore as they thought of the endless readies of tho roads ahead. Samson stuffed a sack with straw und put It under her and tho children on "Kind o' Seems At If the Great Spirit of America Was In That Water." the scat- At a word of complaNtt he was wont to say: "I know It's awful tiresome, but wo got to have patience. We're goln' to get used to It nnd hnvc a wonderful let of fun. The tlmcil pass quick you see." Then he would slug and get them all laughing with some cu rious pit of aroiicry. They spent Uie night of July third nt n tavern In Buffnlo, then a busy, cnide and rapid growing center for tho shipping east and west. There wcro emigrants on their way to the Far West In Uie crowd men, women nnd children nnd babies In nnns Irish, English,, Germans Ger-mans and Yankees. There were also well-dressed, hnndsoroo' young' men from tho colleges of Now Ktiglund going out to bo missionaries "between tho desert and the sown." Buffalo, on the edge of the midland mid-land seas, had the flnvor of Uio rank, new soil In It those duys and especially especi-ally that day, when It was thronged with rough coated and rougher totigucd, swearing men on a holiday, stevedores steve-dores and boatmen off the lakes and rivers of tho middle bonier some of whom had had their training on tho Ohio nnd Mississippi. There was much drunkenness and fighting In (lie crowded streets. Some of the carriers nnd liundleni Q,f American, coinmerce yentcd their enthusiasm' )n song. They boll tne ioko View 'nffil Its cool breeze on their way to Sliver Creek, Dunkirk nnd Erie, und a rough way It was In thoso dnys. Enough has been written of this long ond wearisome Journey, but tho worst of it was ahead of them much the worst of It In the swniiip fluts of Ohio nnd Indiana. Intone of tho former n wngon wheel broke down, and Hint dny Snrnh began to shake with ague and hum with fever. Samson Sam-son built a rude cupip by the roadside, road-side, put Sarah Into bed under Its cover und storied 'for tho nearest village vil-lage on Colonel's bnck. ' ' "Now we'll go over and see Abe Lincoln," ' V |