"Go on, Abe," the others urged. "Give him a try."
Abe modestly stepped forward. In the last year he had grown less inclined to that kind of fun. The men took hold of each other, collar and elbow.
They parried with their feet for an instant. Suddenly Abe"s long right leg caught itself behind the left knee of the minister. It was the hip lock as they called it those days. Once secured the stronger man was almost sure to prevail and quickly. The st.u.r.dy circuit rider stood against it for a second until Abe sprang his bow. Then the heels of the former flew upward and his body came down to the gra.s.s, back first.
"That ar done popped my wind bag," said the minister as he got up.
"Call in," said John McNeil and the others echoed it.
"I call you," said the minister turning to McNeil.
"McNeil!" the onlookers called.
The stalwart young Irishman stepped forward and said:
"I don"t mind measuring my length on the gra.s.s."
This he did in less than half a moment. As the young man rose from the gra.s.s he said:
"I call in Samson Traylot."
At last the thing which had long been a subject of talk and argument in the stores and houses of New Salem was about to come to pa.s.s--a trial of strength and agility between the two great lions of Sangamon County.
Either of them would have given a month"s work to avoid it.
"I reckon we better begin our story-tellin"," said Abe.
"I think so too," Samson declared. "It"s purty dusk now."
"A ra.s.sle--a ra.s.sle," their neighbors shouted.
"I"d rather give ten bushel o" wheat than miss seein" you fellers take hold o" each other," said Alexander Ferguson.
"I would too," said Martin Waddell.
So it happened that these friendly giants, each dreading the ordeal, faced each other for a contest.
"Now we shall see which is the son of Peleus and which the son of Telemon," Kelso shouted.
"How shall we ra.s.sle?" Samson asked.
"I don"t care," said Abe.
"Rough and tumble," Ferguson proposed.
Both men agreed. They bent low intently watching each other, their great hands outreaching. They stood braced for a second and suddenly both sprang forward. Their shoulders came together with a thud. It was like two big bison bulls hurling their weight in the first shock of battle.
For a breath each bore with all his strength and then closed with his adversary. Each had an under hold with one arm, the other hooked around a shoulder. Samson lifted Abe from his feet but the latter with tremendous efforts loosened the hold of the Vermonter, and regained the turf. They struggled across the dooryard, the ground trembling beneath their feet.
They went against the side of the house shaking it with the force of their impact. Samson had broken the grip of one of Abe"s hands and now had his feet in the air again but the young giant clung to hip and shoulder and wriggled back to his foothold. Those lesser men were thrilled and a little frightened by the mighty struggle. Knowing the strength of the wrestlers they felt a fear of broken bones. Each had torn a rent in the coat of the other. If they kept on there was danger that both would be stripped. The children had begun to cry. Sarah begged the struggling men to stop and they obeyed her.
"If any of you fellers think that"s fun you can have my place," said Abe.
"Samson, I declare you elected the strongest man in this county. You"ve got the muscle of a grizzly bear. I"m glad to be quit o" ye."
"It ain"t a fair election, Abe," Samson laughed. "If you were ra.s.sling for the right you could flop me. This little brush was nothing. Your heart wasn"t in it, and by thunder, Abe! when it comes to havin" fun I rather guess we"d both do better to let each other alone."
""Tain"t exactly good amus.e.m.e.nt, not for us," Abe agreed.
It was growing dark. Ann Rutledge arrived on her pony, and called Abe aside and told him that the raiders were in the village and were breaking the windows of Radford"s store because he had refused to sell them liquor.
"Have they any guns with them?" Abe asked.
"No," Ann answered.
"Don"t say anything about it," Abe cautioned her.
"Just go into the house with Sarah Traylor and sit down and have a good visit. We"ll look after the raiders."
Then Abe told Samson what was up. The men concealed themselves in some bushes by the roadside while the minister sat close against an end of the house with his blood hound beside him. Before they were settled in their places they heard the regulators coming. The horses of the latter were walking as they approached. Not a sound came from the men who rode them.
They proceeded to the grove just beyond the cabin and hitched their horses. There were eight men in the party according to Abe"s count as they pa.s.sed. The men, in concealment, hurried to the cabin and surrounded it, crouched against the walls. In a moment they could see a big spot, blacker than the darkness, moving toward them. It was the ma.s.sed raiders.
They came on with the stealth of a cat nearing its prey. A lion-like roar broke the silence. The blood hound leaped forward. The waiting men sprang to their feet and charged. The raiders turned and ran, pell mell, in a panic toward their horses. Suddenly the darkness seemed to fill with moving figures. One of the fleeing men, whose coat tails the dog had seized, was yelling for help. The minister rescued him and the dog went on roaring after the others. When the New Salemites got to the edge of the grove they could hear a number of regulators climbing into the tree tops. Samson had a man in each hand; Abe had another, while Harry Needles and Alexander Ferguson were in possession of the man whom the dog had captured. The minister was out in the grove with his blood hound that was barking and growling under a tree. Jack Kelso arrived with a lantern. One of Samson"s captives began swearing and struggling to get away. Samson gave him a little shake and bade him be quiet. The man uttered a cry of fear and pain and offered no more resistance. Stephen Nuckles came out of the grove.
"The rest o" that ar party done gone up-stairs to roost," said the minister. "I reckon my dog"ll keep "em thar. We better jest tote these men inter the house an" have a prayin" bee. I"ve got a right smart good chanct, now, to whop ol" Satan."
They moved the raiders" horses. Then the party--save Harry Needles, who stayed in the grove to keep watch--took its captives into the cabin.
"You set here with this gun and if any o" them tries to get away you take a crack at him," said Samson, as they were leaving, in a voice intended for the men in the tree-tops.
The men and the four dejected raiders crowded into the cabin.
Sarah, who had heard the disturbance and wondered what it meant, met them at the door with a look of alarm.
"These men came to do us harm," Samson said to Sarah. "They are good fellows but they got an idea in their heads that we are bad folks. I hear that young Mr. Biggs set them up against us. Let"s give them a bite to eat the first thing we do."
They took a look at the captives. Three of them were boys from eighteen to twenty years of age. The other was a lanky, bearded Tennessean some forty years old. One of the young lads had hurt his hand in the evening"s frolic. Blood was dripping from it. The four sat silent and fearful and ashamed.
Sarah made tea and put it with meat and milk and doughnuts and bread and b.u.t.ter on the table for them. Samson washed and bandaged the boy"s wound.
The captives ate as if they were hungry while the minister went out to feed his dog. When the men had finished eating Samson offered them tobacco. The oldest man filled his pipe and lighted it with a coal. Not one of the captives had said a word until this tall Tennessean remarked after his pipe was going:
"Thankee, mister. You done been right good to us."
"Who told you to come here?" Samson demanded.
""Twere a man from St. Louis. He done said you hated the South an" were holpin" n.i.g.g.e.rs to run away."
"And he offered to pay you to come here and burn this house and run Traylor out of the county, didn"t he?" Abe asked.
"He did--yes, suh--he suah did," answered the man--like a child in his ignorance and simplicity.
"I thought so," Abe rejoined. "You tackled a big job, my friend. Did you know that every one of you could be sent to prison for a term of years and I"ve a good mind to see that you go there. You men have got to begin right now to behave yourselves mighty proper or you"ll begin to sup sorrow."
Stephen Nuckles returned as Abe was speaking.