"An" play wildcat on her han"s an" knees, Honest! "T would give ye the gibberees!
An" she sneaks along an" jumps at you An" gives sech a yell!--my sister Sue!
Yes, sir!
"She kin shoot off a gun an" set a trap, An" if you don"t behave she kin give you a slap She kin holler and scream like a flock o" geese An" stan" on her head an" speak a piece.
Yes, sir!
"She kin run cross legged an" ride a cow, An" jump from the beam to the big hay mow.
I reckon yer hair "ud stan" up to see "er A breakin" a colt er throwin" a steer, Yes, sir!
"My sister Susan has got a beau.
When he comes she sets an" acts jes" so, An" talks so proper--it"s zac"ly jes Like the flummididles on her dress, Yes, sir!
"When she stan"s in that darn ol" Sunday gown Ye"d think a gra.s.shopper could knock "er down.
An" she laughs kind o" sick--like a kitten"s mew-- Ye wouldn"t think "twas my sister Sue, No, sir!
"An" she says: "Oh, dear! those horrid boys!
They act so rough an" make sech a noise!"
Good gracious! ye wouldn"t think "at she Could talk as loud as a b.u.mble bee-- No, sirs
"Honest! Er lift a chip o" wood, She acts so puny an" nice an" good!
"Boys are awful!" she says, "till they"re grown, Er nelse they got to be yer own!"
Oh, gosh!"
This raised a storm of merriment, after which he recited the poem of Burns, with keen appreciation of its quality. Samson repeatedly writes of his gift for interpretation, especially of the comic, and now and then lays particular stress on his power of mimicry.
John Cameron sang _The Sword of Bunker Hill_ and _Forty Years Ago, Tom_.
Samson played while the older people danced until midnight. Then, after noisy farewells, men, women and children started in the moonlit road toward the village. Ann Rutledge had Abe on one arm and John McNeil on the other.
CHAPTER VI
WHICH DESCRIBES THE LONELY LIFE IN A PRAIRIE CABIN AND STIRRING ADVENTURE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD ABOUT THE TIME IT BEGAN OPERATIONS.
When Samson paid Mr. Gollaher, a "detector" came with the latter to look at the money before it was accepted. There were many counterfeits and bills good only at a certain discount of face value, going about those days and the detector was in great request. Directly after moving in, Samson dug a well and lined it with a hollow log. He bought tools and another team and then he and Harry began their fall plowing. Day after day for weeks they paced with their turning furrows until a hundred acres, stretching half a mile to the west and well to the north of the house, were black with them. Fever and ague descended upon the little home in the early winter.
In a letter to her brother, dated January 4th, 1832, Sarah writes:
"We have been longing for news from home, but not a word has come from you. It don"t seem as if we could stand it unless we hear from you or some of the folks once in a while. We are not dead just because we are a thousand miles away. We want to hear from you. Please write and let us know how father and mother are and all the news. Is Elizabeth Ranney married yet, and how does the minister get along with his new wife? We have all been sick with the fever and ague. It is a beautiful country and the soil very rich, but there is some sickness. Samson and I were both sick at the same time. I never knew Samson to give up before. He couldn"t go on, his head ached so. Little Joe helped me get the fire started and brought some water and waited on us. Then the little man put on his coat and mittens and trudged away to the village with Betsey after the doctor.
Harry Needles had gone away to Springfield for Mr. Offut with a drove of hogs. Two other boys are with him. He is going to buy a new suit. He is a very proud boy. Joe and Betsey got back with the doctor at nine. That night Abe Lincoln came and sat up with us and gave us our medicine and kept the fire going. It was comical to see him lying beside Joe in his trundle bed, with his long legs sticking over the end of it and his feet standing on the floor about a yard from the bed. He was spread all over the place. He talked about religion, and his views would shock most of our friends in the East. He doesn"t believe in the kind of Heaven that the ministers talk about or any eternal h.e.l.l. He says that n.o.body knows anything about the hereafter, except that G.o.d is a kind and forgiving father and that all men are His children. He says that we can only serve G.o.d by serving each other. He seems to think that every man, good or bad, black or white, rich or poor, is his brother. He thinks that Henry Clay, next to Daniel Webster, is the greatest man in the country. He is studying hard. Expects to go out and make speeches for Clay next summer.
He is quite severe in his talk against General Jackson. He and Samson agree in politics and religion. They are a good deal alike. He is very fond of Samson and Harry--calls them his partners. He said to Samson the other evening.
"I want you for a friend always. If you can stand it, I would like my story to be a part of yours. If you say so, we"ll stick to the same boat and pole her over the shoals and carry her across the bends and see if we can get to good going in deep water. When the channel will permit, we can put in a steam engine."
"We love this big awkward giant. His feet are set in the straight way and we think that he is going to make his mark in the world.
"When I went to sleep he lay in the trundle bed, with two candles burning on the stand beside him, reading that big green book of mine ent.i.tled _The Works of William Shakespeare_. He had brought a law book with him, but he got interested in William Shakespeare and couldn"t let it alone.
He said that he was like a mired horse whenever he began to read a play of the immortal bard, and that he had to take his time in getting out.
When he went away next morning he borrowed Samson"s pack basket. I felt bad because we couldn"t go and make any arrangements with Santa Claus for the children. Joe was dreadfully worried, for Betsey had told him that Santa Claus never came to children whose father and mother were sick.
Christmas Eve Abe came with the pack basket chock-full of good things after the children were asleep. He took out a turkey and knit caps and mittens and packages of candy and raisins for the children and some cloth for a new dress for me. Mrs. Kelso had come to spend the night with us, although Samson and I were so much better it really wasn"t necessary. I made her go up the ladder to bed before midnight. That evening a short, fat Santa Claus came in with a loaded pack. He had a long, brown beard and a red nose and carried a new clay pipe in his mouth and was very much bundled up.
"We called the children. They stood looking at Santa Claus, and Santa Claus stood looking at them. He gave them m.u.f.flers and some candy hearts and tried to pick them up. They ran away and he chased them under our bed and got hold of Joe"s foot and tried to pull him out, and Joe hollored like a painter, and Santa Claus dropped his pipe and sat down on the floor and began laughing. I saw it was Bim Kelso. Abe left with her, and I suppose they went back to the village and around in a regular Santa Claus spree.
"Mrs. Kelso said that she had been making a beard of pieces of buffalo skin and fitting up an old suit of her father"s clothes that afternoon.
I wonder what she"ll do next. It"s terrible to be so much in love and not quite seventeen. Harry is as bad as she is. I wish they had been a little older before they met.
"Joe said yesterday that he was going back to Vergennes.
""How are you going to get there?" I asked.
""Abe"s going to make me a pair o" wings, and I"m going to smash right up through the sky and go awa-a-y off to Vergennes and play with Ben and Lizzie Tyler. Abe says there ain"t no bad roads up there."
"I asked him what I should do if he went away and left me like that.
""Oh, I"ll come right back," he said, "and maybe I"ll see Heaven way up in the clouds. If I do I"ll stop there in a tavern over night and buy something for you."
"In a minute a new idea came to him and he said:
""I guess Abe would make a pair of wings for you if you"d ask him."
"Often I wish for wings, and always when I think of those who are dear to me and so far away. You said you would come out next spring to look about. Please don"t disappoint us. I think it would almost break my heart. I am counting the days. Some time ago I put down 142 straight marks on my old slate, that being the number of days before May 1. Every night I rub off one of them and thank G.o.d that you are one day nearer.
Don"t be afraid of fever and ague. Sapington"s pills cure it in three or four days. I would take the steamboat at Pittsburg, the roads in Ohio and Indiana are so bad. You can get a steamer up the Illinois River at Alton and get off at Beardstown and drive across country. If we knew when you were coming Samson or Abe would meet you. Give our love to all the folks and friends.
"Yours affectionately,
"Sarah and Samson."
It had been a cold winter and not easy to keep comfortable in the little house. In the worst weather Samson used to get up at night to keep the fire going. Late in January a wind from the southeast melted the snow and warmed the air of the midlands so that, for a week or so, it seemed as if spring were come. One night of this week Sambo awoke the family with his barking. A strong wind was rushing across the plains and roaring over the cabin and wailing in its chimney. Suddenly there was a rap on its door.
When Samson opened it he saw in the moonlight a young colored man and woman standing near the door-step.
"Is dis Mistah Traylor?" the young man asked.
"It is," said Samson. "What can I do for you?"
"Mas"r, de good Lord done fotched us here to ask you fo" help," said the negro. "We be nigh wone out with cold an" hungah, suh, "deed we be."
Samson asked them in and put wood on the fire, and Sarah got up and made some hot tea and brought food from the cupboard and gave it to the strangers, who sat shivering in the firelight. They were a good-looking pair, the young woman being almost white. They were man and wife. The latter stopped eating and moaned and shook with emotion as her husband told their story. Their master had died the year before and they had been brought to St. Louis to be sold in the slave market. There they had escaped by night and gone to the house of an old friend of their former owner who lived north of the city on the river sh.o.r.e. He had taken pity on them and brought them across the Mississippi and started them on the north road with a letter to Elijah Lovejoy of Alton and a supply of food.
Since then they had been hiding days in the swamps and thickets and had traveled by night. Mr. Lovejoy had sent them to Erastus Wright of Springfield, and Mr. Wright had given them the name of Samson Traylor and the location of his cabin. From there they were bound for the house of John Peasley, in Hopedale, Tazewell County.
Lovejoy had asked them to keep the letter with which they had begun their travels. Under its signature he had written: "I know the writer and know that the above was written with his own hand. His word can be relied upon. To all who follow or respect the example of Jesus Christ I commend this man and woman."
The letter stated that their late master had often expressed his purpose of leaving them their freedom when he should pa.s.s away. He had left no will and since his death the two had fallen into the hands of his nephew, a despotic, violent young drunkard of the name of Biggs, who had ruled his servants with club and bull whip and who in a temper had killed a young negro a few months before. The fugitives said that they would rather die than go back to him.