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"The feelings of a millionaire are almost as good as the money while they last," said Abe Lincoln with a laugh. Brimstead came up to him and whispered: "They're better 'cause if you can keep away from Samson Traylor you don't have any fear o' bein' robbed." "It reminds me o' the time I used to play I was a horse," said Samson as they rode away.
Looks to me a likely, stout armed, good hearted woman who can do a lot of hard work. She can see a joke and has an answer handy every time." For details of the remainder of the historic visit of Samson Traylor to the home of John Peasley we are indebted to a letter from John to his brother Charles, dated February 21, 1832. In this he says: *
It scairt the young feller. He put on more steam and went up the ladder to the roof of the woodshed like a chased weasel. The dog stood barkin' as if he had treed a bear. Traylor grabbed the ladder and pulled it down. "'You stay there till I get away an' you'll be safe, said he. "The man looked down and swore and shook his fist and threatened us with the law. "Mr.
"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.
"I don't understand your high-toned talk," said Berry. "This shirt suits me to a dot." "It is the pride of New Salem," said the Doctor. "Mr. Traylor has just acquired an interest in all our institutions. He has bought the Gollaher tract and is going to build a house and some fences. Abe, couldn't you help get the timber out in a hurry so we can have a raising within a week?
"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.
This joyous tumult around the Traylor cabin sped the day and emphasized the silence of the night. In the midst of this springtime carnival there came also cheering news from the old home in Vermont a letter to Sarah from her brother, which contained the welcome promise that he was coming to visit them and expected to be in Beardstown about the fourth of May.
"I am," said Ann meekly, with her eyes upon her work. "I love to hear him talk, too." "Oh, land o' mercy! He's good company if you only use your ears," Mrs. Ferguson remarked. "Mis' Traylor, where did you git your man?" "At Vergennes. We were born in the same neighborhood and grew up together," said Sarah. "Now there's the kind of a man!
It conveyed definite knowledge of the authorship of a malicious falsehood. It aroused the anger and sympathy of Samson Traylor. In the conditions then prevailing Eli was unable to get the money. He was in danger of losing his business. Samson spent a day investigating the affairs of the merchant. His banker and others spoke well of him.
When he sat down the Honorable Dennis Flanagan arose and told of meeting the Traylor party at the Falls when he was driving an ox-team, in a tall beaver hat; how he had remembered their good advice and cookies and jerked venison. "Gentlemen," he said, "I am willing to take the word of a man whose name is hallowed by my dearest recollections.
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