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Urwick I am a poor man but I was brought up a patron of the arts and I am bound to say that story of yours called Brass Nuckles was a fine story and I am proud to compliment you upon it. Mr. Urwick that brings me to another matter upon which I have been intending to write you upon for a long time but did not like to risk an intrusion.
"That you hired a number of men to burn the house of Samson Henry Traylor, near the village of New Salem, in Sangamon County, and, by violence, to compel him to leave said county; that, on the 29th of August, said men the same being eight in number attempted to carry out your design and, being captured and overpowered, all confessed their guilt and your connection with it, their sworn confessions being now in the possession of one Stephen Nuckles, a minister of this county.
I hope you will adorn our literature with many more beautiful compositions similiar to Brass Nuckles. Yours truly Mr Henry Phillips 454 East 34 St. Mr. Urwick, after reading this remarkable tribute twice, laughed heartily and looked in his bill-folder.
Traylor, you stand up as proud and firm as a big pine," Kelso remarked. "I believe you're a Yankee." "So do I," said Samson. "If you took all the Yankee out o' me I'd have an empty skin." Then Abe began to show the stranger his peculiar art in these words: "Stephen Nuckles used to say: 'God's grace embraces the isles o' the sea an' the uttermost parts o' the earth.
When they came out the latter carved off a corner of the plug with his jack-knife, put it into his mouth and sat down on the door-step. "Mr. Nuckles, how did you happen to become a minister?" Abe asked. "Well, sur, I done had a dream," said the Reverend Mr. Nuckles, as he clasped his hands over a knee and chewed vigorously.
The minister was out in the grove with his blood hound that was barking and growling under a tree. Jack Kelso arrived with a lantern. One of Samson's captives began swearing and struggling to get away. Samson gave him a little shake and bade him be quiet. The man uttered a cry of fear and pain and offered no more resistance. Stephen Nuckles came out of the grove.
We'll have to do a little missionary work with them. The Indians have left their imitators all over the West, but they only make a loud noise. That will pass away soon. It's a noisy land. Now and then a circuit rider gets here and preaches to us. You'll hear the Reverend Stephen Nuckles if you settle in these parts. He can holler louder than any man in the state."
A small, yellow dog which had been lying in repose beside him rose and growled, his hair rising, and with a little cry of alarm and astonishment fled under the store. "Here comes Steve Nuckles on his old mare with a lion following him," said Berry. Abe closed his book and rose and looked at the approaching minister and his big dog. "If we ain't careful we'll git prayed for plenty," said Berry.
"We left our wives at home so that we could pay our compliments to Mrs. Traylor without reserve knowing you to be a man above jealousy." "It's what we call a he party on the prairies," said Ferguson. "For one thing I wanted to see Abe and the minister have a rassle." The Reverend Stephen Nuckles stood in front of the door with Sarah and Harry and the children. He was a famous wrestler.
When he began to get better, Harry loved to play with him and listen to his talk about fairies. The young man was able to leave his bed, by and by, but he didn't get over his weakness and pallor. He had no appetite. I sent him with Nuckles into the Wisconsin woods to live in the open. Then I took the small boy to Dixon with me in the saddle. Bim had just got back to her work.
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