The Bingham County news. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1918-1930, 1921-12-02

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his wrists and hands. the color Of
his face betoken man Of great
strength. This thoughtful. sorrowful.
attitude is the only evidence Of emo
tin which he hetrays. In a few
minutes he begins to whistle lively
tune.
The boy Josiah-familiarly called
Joe-sits beside his mother. He is
a slender. sweet-faced led. He is
The little girl Betsey sits between him
and her father.
That evening they stopped at the
house of an old friend some miles
up the rusty road TO the north.
Here we are-goin' west" Sam
son shouted to the man at the door
step.
He alighted and helped his family
| out Of the wagon.
"You go right in-Ill take care O.
the oxen," said the man.
Samson started for the house with
the girl under one arm and the boy
under the other. A pleasant-faced
woman greeted them with a hearty
welcome at the door.
"You poor mani Come right In"
she said.
"Poor! I'm the richest man In the
world" said he. Look at the gold
on that girls head-curly, fine gold.
too-the best there is. She's Betsey-
my little toy womaD-Aa1 past seven
years old-blue eyes-helps her moth
er get tired every day. Here's my
toy man Josiah-yes. brown hair and
brown eyes like Sarah-heart o. gold
| helps his mother, tOo-six times
one year old"
what pretty facesl" said the wo-
man as she stopped and kissed them.
"Yes, ma'am. Got 'em from the
fairies," Samson went on "They
have all kinds O. heads for little folks,
an guess they color 'em up with the
blood O. roses an the gold O. butter
cups an the blue O. violets. Here's
this wife O. mine. She's richer'n
am. She owns all Of us. We're her
slaves"
Looks as young as she did the day
|
said the woman.
Exactly" Samson exclaimed.
Straight az an arrow and proud!
don't blame her. She's got enough
to make her proud, say. fall IN
love again every time look into her
big brown eyes," f.
They had joyous evening and q
restful night with these old friends
and resumed their journey soon after
, daylight They ferried across the
, lake at Burlington and Jared away
, over the mountains and through the
deep forest on the Chateaugay trail.
Since the Pilgrims landed between
the measureless waters and the path
less wilderness they and their des-
cendants had been surrounded by the
lure Of mystery. The love Of adven-
ture, the desire to explore the dark,
infested and beautiful forest, the
dream Of fruitful sunny lands cut
with water courses, shored with .sil-
yer and strewn with gold beyond it
these were the only heritage Of their
sons and daughters save the strength
and courage of the pioneer. How true
was this dream Of theirs gathering
detail and allurement as It passed
from sire to son. On distant plains
to the west were lands more lovely
and fruitful than any Of their vision
in mountains far beyond was gold
enough to gild the dome of the heav
ems, as the sun was wont to do al
eventide, and silver enough to put q
fairly respectable moon in 1t. Yet fol
generations their eyes were not to see
their hands were not to touch, these
things. They were only to push theil
frontier a little farther to the ives
and hold the dream and pass It OF
to their children.
Those early years Of the Nineteenth
century held the first days Of full
fillment. Samson and Sarah Traylo
had the old dream In their heart
when they first turned their faces t
the west. For years Sarah had re
sisted it, thinking Of the hardship
and perils In the way Of the mover
Samson, a man Of Twenty-Five whe
he set out from his old home, was sal
to be always chasing the bird in tn
bush." He was never content wit
the thing in hand. There were Gel
tain Of their friends who promise
to come and join them when, at las
they should have found the land Q
plenty. But most Of the group tina
babe them good-by thought It a foo
ish enterprise and spoke lightly q
Samson when they were gone. Ame
lea has uhdervalued the brave soul
who went west in wagons. withor
whose sublime courage and enduranc
the plains would still be an unplowe
wilderness. Often we hear them 81
down as seedy, shiftless dreamer
who could not make a living at HON
They were mostly the best blood I
the world and the noblest Of God
missionaries. Who does not hont
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