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"It's worth a fortune, now ain't it?" "Is he going to marry the Rutledge girl?" was the query of Mrs. Brimstead. "I don't think so," Samson answered, a little surprised at her knowledge of the attachment. "He's as humly as Sam Hill and dresses rough and ain't real handy with the gals. Some fellers are kind o' fenced in with humliness and awkwardness."
In a moment he added: "Abe, the state is getting in a bad way." "It looks as if you were right," said the member from Sangamon County. "It's a bad sign to find men like Peasley and Brimstead going crazy." Up the road they passed many farms unsown and staked into streets and avenues. The hand of industry had been checked by dreams of wealth.
"It wouldn't cost much to shoo it off your land," Abe laughed. "You can't either shoo or shoot it," said Brimstead. "I look for it just to take the rickets an' die," was the comment of his wife. "How far do you call it to the sycamore woods?" Lincoln asked as they rose from the table. "About thirty mile," said Brimstead.
He found the square house in a condition of panic. Biggs and his helper had discovered the mulatto and his wife hiding in the barn. The negroes and the children were crying. Mrs. Brimstead met Harry outside the door. "What are we to do?" she asked, tearfully. "Just keep cool," said Harry. "Father Traylor and Mr. Peasley will be here soon."
Before they went to bed that night Brimstead paid his debt to Samson, with interest, and very confidentially. At daylight in the morning the team was at the door ready to set out for the land of plenty. As Samson and Harry were making their farewells, Annabel asked the latter: "May I whisper something in your ear?" "I was afraid you wouldn't," he said.
"But you will have some dinner first," said Mrs. Brimstead. "No, I can not wait I will walk. It is not far to Hopedale." "Percy is at the door now with his buggy," said Brimstead. Bim kissed Samson's cheek and embraced Annabel and her mother and hurried out of the house. Harry carried her bag to the buggy and helped her in. "Harry, I want you to fall in love with this pretty girl," she said.
A grove of trees screened the wagon from the view of the latter for a moment. Henry Brimstead stood in the open door. "Take these slaves into the house and get them out of sight as quick as you can," said Samson. "There's going to be a quarrel here in a minute." The slaves slid off the load and ran into the house. This was all accomplished in a few seconds.
They ain't lettin' the grass grow under their feet. They'll kill them horses." "Biggs is a born killer. I'd like to give him one more licking." In a moment they saw another horseman a quarter of a mile behind the others and riding fast. "Ha, ha! That explains their haste," said Brimstead. "It's ol' Free Collar on his sorrel mare.
Annabel's sister Jane who had clung to the wagon in No Santa Claus Land was a bright-eyed, merry-hearted girl of twelve. The boy Robert was a shy, good-looking lad a little younger than Josiah. "Well, what's the news?" Samson asked. "Nothin' has happened since we saw you but the fall of El Dorado," Brimstead answered.
"I hope that isn't true," Abe answered. Soon Mrs. Kelso called Bim to set the table. She and Harry brought it out under the tree, where, in the cool shade, they had a merry dinner. When the dishes were put away Percy Brimstead arrived with his sister Annabel in their buggy. Bim went out to meet them and came into the dooryard with her arm around Annabel's waist.
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