"Yes, we"re going to wake up and find a cold morning and not much to eat in the house and the wolf at the door, but we"ll live through it."
Then the young statesman proposed: "If you are going with Harry, I"ll go along and see what they"ve done on the Illinois and Michigan Ca.n.a.l. Some contractors who worked on the Erie Ca.n.a.l will start from Chicago Monday to look the ground over and bid on the construction of the southern end of it. I want to talk with them when they come along down the line."
"I guess a few days in the saddle would do you good," said Samson.
"I reckon it would. I"ve been cloyed on house air and oratory and future greatness. The prairie wind and your pessimism will straighten me up."
Harry rode to the village that afternoon to get "Colonel" and Mrs. Lukins to come out to the farm and stay with Sarah while he and Samson were away. Harry found the "Colonel" sitting comfortably in a chair by the door of his cabin, roaring with laughter. He had not lived up to his t.i.tle and was still generally known as "Bony" Lukins.
"What are you roaring at?" Harry demanded.
The "Colonel" was dumb with joy for a moment. Then, with an effort, he straightened his face and managed to say: "Laughin" just "cause I"m alive." The words were followed by a kind of spiritual explosion followed by a silent ague of merriment. It would seem that his brain had discovered in the human comedy some subtle and persuasive jest which had gone over the heads of the crowd. Yet Harry seemed to catch it, for he, too, began to laugh with the fortunate "Colonel."
"You see," said the latter, as, with great difficulty, he restrained himself for half a moment, "this is my busy day."
Again he roared and shook in a fit of ungovernable mirth. In the midst of it Mrs. Lukins arrived.
"Don"t pay no "tention to him," she said. "The "Colonel" is wearin"
himself out restin". He"s kep" his head bobbin" all day like a woodp.e.c.k.e.r"s. Jest laughs till he"s sick every time he an" ol" John gits together. It"s plum ridic"lous."
The "Colonel" turned serious long enough to give him time to explain in a quivering, joyous tone: "0l" John, he just sets beside me and says the gol" darndest funniest things!"
He could get no further. His last words were blown out in a gale of laughter. Mrs. Lukins had sat down with her knitting.
"Ol" John Barleycorn will leave to-night, an" to-morrow the "Colonel"
will be the soberest critter in Illinois--kind o" lonesome like an"
blubberin" to himself," she explained. The faithful soul added in a whisper of confidence: "He"s a good man. There don"t n.o.body know how deep an" kind o" coralapus like he is."
She now paused as if to count st.i.tches. For a long time the word "coralapus" had been a prized possession of Mrs. Lukins. Like her feathered bonnet, it was used only on special occasions by way of putting her best foot forward. It was indeed a family ornament of the same general character as her husband"s t.i.tle. Just how she came by it n.o.body could tell, but of its general significance, as it fell from her lips; there could be no doubt whatever in any but the most obtuse intellect.
For her it had a large and n.o.ble, although a rather indefinite meaning, entirely favorable to the person or the object to which it was applied.
There was one other word in her lexicon which was in the nature of a jewel to be used only on special occasions. It was the word "copasetic."
The best society of Salem Hill understood perfectly that it signalized an unusual depth of meaning.
In half a moment she added: "He"s got some grand idees. If they was ever drawed out an" spread on the ground so that folks could see them, I reckon they"d be surprised."
"I"m sorry to find him in this condition," said Harry. "We wanted you and him to come out and help Mrs. Traylor to look after the place while we are gone to Chicago."
"You needn"t worry about Ol" John," said she.
"He"ll git lonesome an" toddle off when the "Colonel" goes to bed an"
won"t come "round ag"in till snow flies. That man will be just as steady as an ox all the summer an" fall--not a laugh out o" him--you see."
"Can you be there at six in the morning?"
"We"ll be there--sure as sunrise--an" ready to go to work."
They were on hand at the hour appointed, the "Colonel" having acquired, meanwhile, his wonted look of solemnity.
Josiah, now a st.u.r.dy boy of thirteen, stood in the dooryard, holding the two saddle ponies from Nebraska which Samson had bought of a drover.
Betsey, a handsome young miss almost fifteen years old, stood beside him.
Sambo, a sober old dog with gray hairs in his head, sat near, looking at the horses. Sarah, whose face had begun to show the wear of years full of loneliness and hard work, was packing the saddle-bags, now nearly filled, with extra socks and shirts and doughnuts and bread and b.u.t.ter. As the travelers were saying good-by, Mrs. Lukins handed a package to Samson.
"I heard Philemon Morris readin" "bout Chicago in the paper," said she.
"I want you to take that money an" buy me some land thar--jest as much as ye kin. There"s two hundred an" fifty dollars in the foot o" that ol"
sock, and most of it shiny gold."
"I wouldn"t risk my savings that way," Samson advised. "It"s too much like gambling. You couldn"t afford to lose your money."
"You do as I tell ye," the "Colonel"s" wife insisted. "I alwus obey your orders. Now I want you to take one from me."
"All right," the man answered. "If I see anything that looks good to me, I"ll buy it if I can."
As the two men were riding toward the village, Samson said: "Kind o"
makes my heart ache to leave home even for a little while these days.
We"ve had six long, lonesome years on that farm. Not one of our friends have been out to see us. Sarah was right. Movin" west is a good deal like dyin" and goin" to another world. It"s a pity we didn"t settle further north, but we were tired of travel when we got here. We didn"t know which way to turn and felt as if we"d gone far enough. When we settle down again, it"ll be where we can take some comfort and see lots o" folks every day."
"Have you decided where to go?" Harry asked.
"I think we shall go with Abe to Springfield."
"That"s good. Next year I hope to be admitted to the bar, and I"d like to settle in Springfield."
For nearly two years Abe Lincoln had been pa.s.sing the law books that he had read to Harry before they went back to John T. Stuart.
The gray horses, Colonel and Pete, stood by the fence in the pasture lot and whinnied as the men pa.s.sed.
"They know us all right," said Samson. "I guess they feel slighted, but they"ve had their last journey. They"re about worn out. We"ll give "em a vacation this summer. I wouldn"t sell "em. They"re a part o" the family.
You can lay yer hand on either one and say that no better boss was ever wrapped in a surcingle."
They met Abe Lincoln at the tavern, where he was waiting on a big horse which he had borrowed for the trip from James Rutledge. Without delay, the three men set out on the north road in perfect weather. From the hill"s edge they could look over a wooded plain running far to the east.
"It"s a beautiful place to live up here, but on this side you need a ladder to get to it. The little village is going to die--too much alt.i.tude. It"s a horse killer. No team can draw anything but its breath going up that hill. It"s all right for a generation of walkers, but the time has come when we must go faster than a walk and carry bigger burdens than a basket or a bundle. Every one will be moving--mostly to Petersburg."
As they rode on, the young statesman repeated a long pa.s.sage from one of the sermons of Dr. William Ellery Channing on the Instability of Human Affairs.
"I wish that I had your memory," Samson remarked.
"My memory is like a piece of metal," said the young legislator.
"Learning is not easy for me. It"s rather slow work--like engraving with a tool. But when a thing is once printed on my memory it seems to stay there. It doesn"t rub out. When I run across a great idea, well expressed, I like to put it on the wall of my mind where I can live with it. In this way every man can have his own little art gallery and be in the company of great men."
They forded a creek in deep water, where a bridge had been washed away.
As they came out dripping on the farther sh.o.r.e. Lincoln remarked: "The thing to do in fording a deep stream is to keep watch o" your horse"s ears. As long as you can see "em you"re all right."
"Mr. Lincoln, I"m sorry--you got into a hole," said Samson.
"I don"t mind that, but while we"re traveling together, please don"t call me "Mr. Lincoln." I don"t think I"ve done anything to deserve such lack of respect"