Brimstead expressed his private opinion in a clearly audible whisper: "Say, that kind o" protection is better"n none. A humly boy don"t git tramped on an" nibbled too much."
Annabel and Harry sat in a corner playing checkers. They seemed to be much impressed by the opinion of Mr. Brimstead. For a moment their game was forgotten.
"That boy has a way with the gals," Samson laughed. "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 n.o.body here of my age but Lanky Peters, who looks like a fish, and a red-headed Irish boy with a wooden leg."
"Say, she"s like a woodp.e.c.k.e.r in a country where there ain"t any trees,"
said Brimstead, in his confidential tone.
"No I"m not," the girl answered. "A woodp.e.c.k.e.r has wings and the right to use them."
"Cheer up. A lot of people will be moving in here this spring--more boys than you could shake a stick at," Mrs. Brimstead remarked, cheerfully.
"If I shake any stick at them, it will be a stick of candy, for fear of scaring them away," said Annabel, with a laugh.
Brimstead said to Samson: "Say, I"ll tell ye, you"re back in a cove. You must get out into the current."
"And give the young folks a chance to play checkers together," said Samson.
"Say, I"ll tell ye," said Brimstead. "This country is mostly miles. They can be your worst enemy unless you get on the right side of "em. Above all, don"t let "em get too thick between you an" your market. When you know about where it is, keep the miles behind ye. Great markets will be springin" up in the North. You"ll see a big city growin" on the southern sh.o.r.e of Lake Michigan before long. I think there will be better markets to the north than there are to the south of us."
"By jingo!" Samson exclaimed. "Your brain is about as busy as a beehive on a bright summer day."
"Say, don"t you mention that to a livin" soul," said Brimstead. "My brain began to chase the rainbow when I was a boy. It drove me out o" Vermont into the trail to the West and landed me in Flea Valley. Now I"m in a country where no man"s dreams are goin" to be big enough to keep up with the facts. We"re right under the end o" the rainbow and there"s a pot o"
gold for each of us."
"The railroad will be a help in our fight with the miles," said Samson.
"All right. You get the miles behind ye and let the land do the waiting.
It won"t hurt the land any, but you"d be spoilt if you had to wait twenty years."
The Peasleys arrived and the men and women spent a delightful hour traveling without weariness over the long trail to beloved scenes and the days of their youth. Every day"s end thousands were going east on that trail, each to find his pot of gold at the foot of the rainbow of memory.
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.
He bent his head to her and she kissed his cheek and ran away into the house.
"That means come again," she called from the door, with a laugh.
"I guess I"ll have to--to get even," he answered.
"That"s a pretty likely girl," said Samson, as they were driving away.
"She"s as handsome as a picture."
"She is--no mistake!" Samson declared. "She"s a good-hearted girl, too.
You can tell that by her face and her voice. She"s as gentle as a kitten, and about as wide awake as a weasel."
"I don"t care much for girls these days," Harry answered. "I guess I"ll never get married."
"Nonsense! A big, strapping, handsome young feller like you, only twenty years old! Of course you"ll get married."
"I don"t see how I"m ever going to care much for another girl," the boy answered.
"There are a lot o" things in the world that you don"t see, boy. It"s a big world and things shift around a good deal and some of our opinions are apt to move with the wind like thistledown."
It was a long, wearisome ride back to the land of plenty, over frozen ground, with barely an inch of snow upon it, under a dark sky, with a chilly wind blowing.
"After all, it"s home," said Samson, when late in the evening they saw the lighted windows of the cabin ahead. When they had put out their horses and come in by the glowing fire, Samson lifted Sarah in his arms again and kissed her.
"I"m kind o" silly, mother, but I can"t help it--you look so temptin","
said Samson.
"She looks like an angel," said Harry, as he improved his chance to embrace and kiss the lady of the cabin.
"The wind has been peckin" at us all day," said Samson. "But it"s worth it to get back home and see your face and this blazin" fire."
"And the good, hot supper," said Harry, as they sat down at the table.
They told of the Brimsteads and their visit.
"Well, I want to know!" said Sarah. "Big house and plenty o" money! If that don"t beat all!"
"That oldest girl is the thing that beats all," said Samson. "She"s as handsome as Bim."
"I suppose Harry fell in love with her," Sarah suggested, with a smile.
"I"ve lost my ability to fall in love," said the young man.
"It will come back--you see," said Sarah. "I"m going to get her to pay us a visit in the spring."
Harry went out to feed and water the horses.
"Did you get along all right?" Samson asked.
"Colonel Lukins did the ch.o.r.es faithfully, night and morning," Sarah answered. "His wife helped me with the sewing yesterday. She talked all day about the "Colonel." Mrs. Beach, that poor woman from Ohio on the west road who has sent her little girl so often to borrow tea and sugar, came to-day and wanted to borrow the baby. Her baby is sick and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were paining her."