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Updated: May 11, 2025
"I'm going to Chicago and if you wish I'll try to find him and see what he says." "That's just what I wish," said Brimstead. "His name is Lionel Davis. His address is 14 South Water Street. He put the opium in our pipes here in Tazewell County. It was his favorite county. He spent two days with us here. I sold him all the land I had on the river shore and he gave me his note for it."
Now I shall be in the company of a Governor an' dozens o' well known statesmen. You'll be the only lonesome man in Illinois." "I sometimes fear that he will enjoy the loneliness of wisdom," said Honest Abe. "In some parts of the state every farmer owns his own private city," Samson declared. "I hope Henry Brimstead does as well raising cities as he did raising grain.
We hope that Abe Lincoln, who has just been elected to the Legislature, will be able to get it widened and straightened and cleaned up so it will be of some use to us down there." "I've heard of him. They call him Honest Abe, don't they?" "Yes; and he is honest if a man ever was." "That's the kind we need to make our laws," said Mrs. Brimstead.
"There's no such fence around either of them." "They're both liable to be nibbled some," said Brimstead. "I like to see 'em have a good time," said his wife. "There are not many boys to play with out here." "The boys around here are all fenced in," said Annabel. "There's nobody here of my age but Lanky Peters, who looks like a fish, and a red-headed Irish boy with a wooden leg."
I've invented a machine to cut it and a double plow and I expect to have them both working next year. They ought to treble my output at least." After supper Brimstead showed models of a mowing machine with a cut bar six feet long, and a plow which would turn two furrows. "That's what we need on these prairies," said Samson. "Something that'll turn 'em over and cut the crop quicker."
I went into the house to breakfast and while I ate Brimstead told me about his trip. His children were there. They looked clean and decent. He lived in a log cabin a little further up the road. Mrs. Peasley's sister waited on me. She is a fat and cheerful looking lady, very light complected. Her hair is red like tomato ketchup.
A well dressed, handsome, young man with a diamond in his shirt-front was leading a horse back and forth in the stable yard. The diamond led Samson to suspect that he was the man Davis of whom Mrs. Brimstead had spoken.
"Say, I'll tell ye," said Brimstead as if about to disclose another secret. "I found after I looked the ground over here that I needed a brain. I began to paw around an' discovered a rusty old brain among my tools. It hadn't been used for years. I cleaned an' oiled the thing an' got it workin'. On a little Vermont farm you could git along without it but here the ground yells for a brain.
The horses were put out and all went in to supper. "I have always felt sorry for any kind of a slave?" said Samson as they sat down. "When I saw you on the sand plains you were in bondage." "Say, I'll tell ye," said Brimstead, as he leaned toward Samson, seeming to be determined at last to make a clean breast of it. "Say, I didn't own that farm. It owned me. I got a sandy intellect.
The thief came and the skunk punished him tolerable severe. The next day Free Collar, the famous Constable, was comin' up the road from Sangamon County and met that man Biggs on a horse. Say " Brimstead looked about him and stepped close to Abe and added in a tone of extreme confidence: "Biggs had left a streak behind him a mile long. Its home was Biggs.
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