A Man for the Ages

Chapter 4

"Yes; if that don"t beat all the newfangled notions I ever heard of," she exclaimed.

"It"s just begun doin" business," said Samson.

"What does it do?" Joe asked.

"On a railroad track it can grab hold of a house full o" folks and run off with it. Goes like the wind, too."

"Does it eat "em up?" Joe asked.

"No. It eats wood and oil and keeps yellin" for more. I guess it could eat a cord o" wood and wash it down with half a bucket o" castor oil in about five minutes. It s.n.a.t.c.hes folks away to some place and drops "em.

I guess it must make their hair stand up and their teeth chatter."

"Does it hurt anybody?" Joe asked hopefully.

"Well, sir, if anybody wanted to be hurt and got in its way, I rather guess he"d succeed purty well. It"s powerful. Why, if a man was to ketch hold of the tail of a locomotive, and hang on, it would jerk the toe nails right off him."

Joe began to have great respect for locomotives.

Soon they came in view of the famous Erie Ca.n.a.l, hard by the road.

Through it the grain of the far West had just begun moving eastward in a tide that was flowing from April to December. Big barges, drawn by mules and horses on its sh.o.r.e, were cutting the still waters of the ca.n.a.l. They stopped and looked at the barges and the long tow ropes and the tugging animals.

"There is a real artificial river, hundreds o" miles long, hand made of the best material, water tight, no snags or rocks or other imperfections, durability guaranteed," said Samson. "It has made the name of DeWitt Clinton known everywhere."

"I wonder what next!" Sarah exclaimed.

They met many teams and pa.s.sed other movers going west, and some prosperous farms on a road wider and smoother than any they had traveled.

They camped that night, close by the river, with a Connecticut family on its way to Ohio with a great load of household furniture on one wagon and seven children in another. There were merry hours for the young, and pleasant visiting between the older folk that evening at the fireside.

There was much talk among the latter about the great Erie Ca.n.a.l.

So they fared along through Canandaigua and across the Genesee to the village of Rochester and on through Lewiston and up the Niagara River to the Falls, and camped where they could see the great water flood and hear its m.u.f.fled thunder. When nearing the latter they overtook a family of poor Irish emigrants, of the name of Flanagan, who shared their camp site at the Falls. The Flanagans were on their way to Michigan and had come from the old country three years before and settled in Broome County, New York. They, too, were on their way to a land of better promise. Among them was a rugged, freckled, red-headed lad, well along in his teens, of the name of Dennis, who wore a tall beaver hat, tilted saucily on one side of his head, and a ragged blue coat with bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, as he walked beside the oxen, whip in hand, with trousers tucked in the tops of his big cowhide boots. There was also a handsome young man in this party of the name of John McNeil, who wore a ruffled shirt and swallow-tail coat, now much soiled by the journey. He listened to Samson"s account of the Sangamon country and said that he thought he would go there. He had traded hats on the way with Dennis, who had been deeply impressed by the majestic look of the beaver and had given a silver breast pin and fifteen shillings to boot.

A jolly lad was Dennis, who danced jigs, on a flat rock by the riverside, as Samson played _The Irish Washerman_ and _The Fisher"s Hornpipe_. In the midst of the fun a puff of wind s.n.a.t.c.hed the tall beaver hat from his head and whirled it over the side of the cliff into the foliage of a clump of cedars growing out of the steep cliff-side, ten feet or so below its top. Before any one could stop him the brave Irish lad had scrambled down the steep to the cedars--a place of some peril, for they hung over a precipice more than a hundred feet deep above the river. He got his treasure, but Samson had to help him back with a rope.

The latter told of the veiled bear, and when the story was finished he said to the Irish lad: "It will not do you any harm to remember that it is easier to get into trouble than to get out of it. In my opinion one clean-hearted Irish boy is worth more than all the beaver hats in creation."

Sarah gave the Irish family a good supply of cookies and jerked venison before she bade them good-by.

When our travelers left, next morning, they stopped for a last look at the great Falls.

"Children," said Samson, "I want you to take a good look at that. It"s the most wonderful thing in the world and maybe you"ll never see it again."

"The Indians used to think that the Great Spirit was in this river," said Sarah.

"Kind o" seems to me they were right," Samson remarked thoughtfully.

"Kind o" seems as if the great spirit of America was in that water. It moves on in the way it wills and nothing can stop it. Everything in its current goes along with it."

"And only the strong can stand the journey," said Sarah.

These words were no doubt inspired by an ache in her bones. A hard seat and the ceaseless jolting of the wagon through long, hot, dusty days had wearied them. Even their hearts were getting sore as they thought of the endless reaches of the roads ahead. Samson stuffed a sack with straw and put it under her and the children on the seat. At a word of complaint he was wont to say:

"I know it"s awful tiresome, but we got to have patience. We"re goin"

to get used to it and have a wonderful lot of fun. The time"ll pa.s.s quick--you see."

Then he would sing and get them all laughing with some curious bit of drollery. They spent the night of July third at a tavern in Buffalo, then a busy, crude and rapidly growing center for the shipping east and west.

Next day there was to be a great celebration of the Fourth of July in Buffalo and our travelers had stopped there to witness it. The bells began to ring and the cannon to bomb at sunrise. It was a day of great excitement for the west-bound travelers. The horses trembled in their stalls. Sambo took refuge in Colonel"s manger and would not come out.

There were many emigrants on their way to the far West in the crowd--men, women and children and babies in arms--Irish, English, Germans and Yankees. There were also well dressed, handsome young men from the colleges of New England going out to be missionaries "between the desert and the sown."

Buffalo, on the edge of the midland seas, had the flavor of the rank, new soil in it those days--and especially that day, when it was thronged with rough coated and rougher tongued, swearing men on a holiday, stevedores and boatmen off the lakes and rivers of the middle border--some of whom had had their training on the Ohio and Mississippi. There was much drunkenness and fighting in the crowded streets. Some of the carriers and handlers of American commerce vented their enthusiasm in song.

In Samson"s diary was the refrain of one of these old lake songs, which he had set down, as best he could, after the event:

"Then here"s three cheers for the skipper an" his crew, Give "er the wind an" let "er go, for the boys"ll put "er through; I thought "twould blow the whiskers right off o" you an" me, On our pa.s.sage up from Buffalo to Milwaukee-ee."

Each of these rough men had dressed to his own fancy. Many wore fine boots of calf skin with red tops, drawn over their trousers, and high heels and blue and red shirts and broad brimmed straw hats. A long haired man, in buckskin leggings and moccasins, with a knife at his belt and too much whisky beneath it, amused a crowd by a loud proclamation of his own reckless and redoubtable character and a louder appeal for a chance to put it in action. It was a droll bit of bragging and merely intended, as the chronicler informs us, to raise a laugh.

"Here I be half man an" half alligator," he shouted. "Oh, I"m one o" yer tough kind, live forever an" then turn into a hickory post. I"ve just crept out o" the ma"shes of ol" Kentuck. I"m only a yearlin", but cuss me if I don"t think I can whip anybody in this part o" the country. I"m the chap that towed the Broadhorn up Salt River where the snags was so thick a fish couldn"t swim without rubbin" his scales off. c.o.c.k a doodle doo! I"m the infant that refused his milk before his eyes was open an"

called for a bottle o" rum. Talk about grinnin" the bark off a tree--that ain"t nothin". One look o" mine would raise a blister on a bull"s heel.

c.o.c.k a doodle doo! (slapping his thighs). Gol darn it! Ain"t there some one that dast come up an" collar me? It would just please my vitals if there was some man here who could split me into shoe pegs. I deserve it if ever a man did. I"ll have to go home an" have another settlement with ol" Bill Sims. He"s purty well gouged up, an" ain"t but one ear, but he"s willin" to do his best. That"s somethin". It kind o" stays yer appet.i.te, an" I suppose that"s all a man like me can expect in this world o"

sorrow."

At this point a tall, raw-boned woman in "a brindle dress" (to quote the phrase of Samson), wearing a large gilt pin just below her collar, with an orthographic design which spelled the name Minnie, approached the hero and boldly boxed his ears.

"Licked at last," he shouted as he picked up his hat, dislodged by the violence he had suffered, and retired from the scene with a good-natured laugh.

Sarah was a bit dismayed by the behavior of these rough forerunners of civilization.

"Don"t worry," said Samson, as they were driving away on the Lake Road next morning. "The lake and river boatmen are the roughest fellers in the West, and they"re not half as bad as they look an" talk. Their deviltry is all on the outside. They tell me that there isn"t one o" those boys who wouldn"t give his life to help a woman, an" I guess it"s so."

They had the lake view and its cool breeze on their way to Silver Creek, Dunkirk and Erie, and a rough way it was in those days.

Enough has been written of this long and wearisome journey, but the worst of it was ahead of them--much the worst of it--in the swamp flats of Ohio and Indiana. In one of the former a wagon wheel broke down, and that day Sarah began to shake with ague and burn with fever. Samson built a rude camp by the roadside, put Sarah into bed under its cover and started for the nearest village on Colonel"s back.

"I shall never forget that day spent in a lonely part of the woods," the good woman wrote to her brother. "It endeared the children to me more than any day I can remember. They brought water from the creek, a great quant.i.ty of which I drank, and bathed my aching head and told me stories and cheered me in every way they could. Joe had his bear stick handy and his plans for bears or wolves or Indians. Samson had made some nails at a smithy in Pennsylvania. Joe managed to drive one of them through an end of his bear stick and made, as he thought, a formidable weapon. With his nail he hoped to penetrate the bear"s eye. He had also put some bacon in the bottom of the pack basket, knowing the liking of the basket for bears. My faith in G.o.d"s protection was perfect and in spite of my misery the children were a great comfort. In the middle of the afternoon Samson returned with a doctor and some tools and a stick of seasoned timber. How good he looked when he came and knelt by my bed and kissed me! This is a hard journey, but a woman can bear anything with such a man. The doctor gave me Sapington"s fever pills and said I would be all right in three days, and I was.

"Late that afternoon it began to rain. Samson was singing as he worked on his wheel. A traveler came along on horseback and saw our plight. He was a young missionary going west. Samson began to joke with him.

""You"re a happy man for one in so much trouble," said the stranger.

"Then I heard Samson say: "Well, sir, I"m in a fix where happiness is absolutely necessary. It"s like grease on the wagon wheels--we couldn"t go on without it. When we need anything we make it if we can. My wife is sick and the wagon is broke and it"s raining and night is near in a lonesome country, and it ain"t a real good time for me to be down in the mouth--is it now? We haven"t broke any bones or had an earthquake or been scalped by Indians, so there"s some room for happiness."

""Look here, stranger--I like you," said the man. "If there"s anything I can do to help ye, I"ll stop a while.""

He spent the night with them and helped mend the felly and set the tire.

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