Samson was so moved by their story that he hitched up his horses and put some hay in the wagon box and made off with the fugitives up the road to the north in the night. When daylight came he covered them with the hay.
About eight o"clock he came to a frame house and barn, the latter being of unusual size for that time and country. Above the door of the barn was a board which bore the stenciled legend: "John Peasley, Orwell Farm."
As Samson drew near the house he observed a man working on the roof of a woodshed. Something familiar in his look held the eye of the New Salem man. In half a moment he recognized the face of Henry Brimstead. It was now a cheerful face. Brimstead came down the ladder and they shook hands.
"Good land o" Goshen! How did you get here?" Samson asked. Brimstead answered:
"Through the help of a feller that looks like you an" the grit of a pair o" hosses. Come down this road early in September on my way to the land o" plenty. Found Peasley here. Couldn"t help it. Saw his name on the barn. Used to go to school with him in Orwell. He offered to sell me some land with a house on it an" trust me for his pay. I liked the looks o"
the country and so I didn"t go no further. I was goin" to write you a letter, but I hain"t got around to it yet. Ain"t forgot what you done for us, I can tell ye that."
"Well, this looks better than the sand plains--a lot better--and you look better than that flea farmer back in York State. How are the children?"
"Fat an" happy an" well dressed. Mrs. Peasley has been a mother to "em an" her sister is goin" to be a wife to me." He came close to Samson and added in a confidential tone: "Say, if I was any happier I"d be scairt.
I"m like I was when I got over the toothache--so scairt for fear it would come back I was kind o" miserable."
Mr. Peasley came out of the door. He was a big, full bearded, jovial man.
"I"ve got a small load o" hay for you," said Samson.
"I was expecting it, though I supposed "twould be walkin"--in the dark o"
the night," Peasley answered. "Drive in on the barn floor."
When Samson had driven into the barn its doors were closed and the negroes were called from their place of hiding. Samson writes:
"I never realized what a blessing it is to be free until I saw that scared man and woman crawling out from under the dusty hay and shaking themselves like a pair of dogs. The weather was not cold or I guess they would have been frozen. They knelt together on the barn floor and the woman prayed for G.o.d"s protection through the day. I knew what slavery must mean when I saw what they were suffering to get away from it. When they came in the night I felt the call of G.o.d to help them. Now I knew that I was among the chosen to lead in a great struggle. Peasley brought food for them and stowed them away on the top of his hay mow with a pair of buffalo skins. I suppose they got some sleep there. I went into the house to breakfast and while I ate Brimstead told me about his trip. His children were there. They looked clean and decent. He lived in a log cabin a little further up the road. Mrs. Peasley"s sister waited on me.
She is a fat and cheerful looking lady, very light complected. Her hair is red--like tomato ketchup. 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:
"We had gone out to the barn and Brimstead and I were helping Mr. Traylor hitch up his horses. All of a sudden two men came riding up the road at a fast trot and turned in and come straight toward us and pulled up by the wagon. One of them was a slim, red cheeked young feller about twenty-three years old. He wore top boots and spurs and a broad brimmed black hat and gloves and a fur waistcoat and purty linen. He looked at the tires of the wagon and said: "That"s the one we"ve followed."
""Which o" you is Samson Traylor?" he asked.
""I am," said Traylor.
"The young feller jumped off his horse and tied him to the fence. Then he went up to Traylor and said:
"What did you do with my n.i.g.g.e.rs, you dirty sucker?"
"Men from Missouri hated the Illinois folks them clays and called "em Suckers. We always call a Missouri man a name too dirty to be put in a letter. He acted like one o" the Roman emperors ye read of.
""Hain"t you a little reckless, young feller?" Traylor says, as cool as a cuc.u.mber.
"I didn"t know Traylor them days. If I had, I"d "a" been prepared for what was comin".
"Traylor stood up nigh the barn door, which Brimstead had closed after we backed the wagon out.
"The young feller stepped close to the New Salem man and raised his whip for a blow. Quick as lightnin" Traylor grabbed him and threw him ag"in"
the barn door, keewhack! He hit so hard the boards bent and the whole barn roared and trembled. The other feller tried to get his pistol out of its holster, but Brimstead, who stood beside him, grabbed it, and I got his hoss by the bits and, we both held on. The young feller lay on the ground shakin" as if he had the ague. Ye never see a man so spylt in a second. Traylor picked him up. His right arm was broke and his face and shoulder bruised some. Ye"d a thought a steam engyne had blowed up while he was puttin" wood in it. He was kind o" limp and the mad had leaked out o" him.
""I reckon I better find a doctor," he says.
""You get into my wagon and I"ll take ye to a good one," says Traylor.
"Just then Stephen Nuckles, the circuit minister, rode in with the big bloodhound that follers him around.
"The other slaver had got off his hoss in the scrimmage. Traylor started for him. The slaver began to back away and suddenly broke into a run. The big dog took after him with a kind of a lion roar. We all began yelling at the dog. We made more noise than you"d hear at the end of a hoss race.
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. Nuckles rode close to the woodshed and looked up at him.
""My brother, I fear you be not a Christian," he said.
"He swore at the minister. That settled him.
""What"s all this erbout?" Mr. Nuckles asked me.
""He and his friend are from Missouri," I says. "They"re lookin" for some runaway slaves an" they come here and pitched into us, and one got throwed ag"in" the barn an" the other clum to the roof."
""I reckon he better stay thar till he gits a little o" G.o.d"s grace in his soul," says the minister.
"Then he says to the dog: "Ponto, you keep "im right thar."
"The dog appeared to understand what was expected of him.
"The minister got off his hoss and hitched him and took off his coat and put it on the ground.
""What you goin" to do?" I says.
""Me?" says the minister. "I be goin" to ra.s.sle with Satan for the soul o" that "ar man, an" if you keep watch I reckon you"ll see "at the ground"ll be scratched up some "fore I git through."
"He loosened his collar an" knelt on his coat and began to pray that the man"s soul would see its wickedness and repent. You could have heard him half a mile away.
"Mr. Traylor drove off with the damaged slaver settin" beside him and the saddle hoss. .h.i.tched to the rear axle. I see my chance an" before that prayer ended I had got the fugitives under some hay in my wagon and started off with them on my way to Livingston County. I could hear the prayin" until I got over the hill into Canaan barrens. At sundown I left them in good hands thirty miles up the road."
In a frontier newspaper of that time it is recorded that the minister and his dog kept the slaver on the roof all day, vainly trying with prayer and exhortation to convert his soul. The man stopped swearing before dinner and on his promise not again to violate the commandment a good meal was handed up to him. He was liberated at sundown and spent the night with Brimstead.