The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1921-12-29


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 faces" said the wo-
man as -he 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 l 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
she was married--nine years ago."
said the woman.
"Exactlyr' Samson exclaimed.
straight as an arrow and proud
don't blame her. She's got enough
to make her proud, say. l fall in
love again every time look into her
big. brown eyes"
They had a joyous evening and
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-
re hoa Jnl
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 sill
yer and strewn with gold beyond it
these We're 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 10 gild the dome of the heav-
ems. ms the sun was wont to do at
tN'iiiihN, anu SliN cl tllOuSH 10 put II
fairly respectable moon In it Yet for
generations their eyes were not to see
their hands We're not to touch. these
things. They were only to push their
frontier n little farther to the west
and hold the dream and pass 1t on
TO their children.
Those early years of the Nineteenth
I.atI Al,
fillmen,. Samson and Sarah Traylor
had the old dream In their hearts
when they first turned their faces to
the west For years Sarah had re-
sisted 1t, thinking of the hardships
and perils in the way of the mover
Samson. II man OF twenty-nine when
he set out from his old home, was said
to be always chasing the bird in the
BUSH" lie was never content with
the thing In hand There were Ger.
tain of their friends who promised
to come and join them when, at last
they should have found the land of
plenty. But most of the group that
bade them good-by thought 1t fool
ish enterprise and spoke lightly of
Samson when they We're gone. Amer
icn has undervalued the brave souls
who went west in wagons, without
whose sublime courage and endurance
the plains would still he an unplowed
wilderness. Often we hear them set
Town rs seedy. shiftless dreamcrs
who could not make living Mt home.
They were mostly the best blood of
hA all 81
missionaries. Who does not honor
them above the thrifty. comfort-lov-
ing men ard women who preferred to
stay at home, where risks were few,
the supply of food sure and suffi-
,ien' and the consO',. tiOns of friend
ship and religion always at hand?
Samson and Sarah preferred to enlist
and take their places In the front
battle line OF Civilization
They had read little book called
The Country of the SungamOn. The
hitter was n word of the POttawa
lOmies meaning land of plenty. 1t was
the name Of river In Illinois drain
Ing "boundless, flowery meadows OF
uncxampled beauty and fertility. belt
ed with timber. blessed with shady
groves, covered with game and mostly
level. without II stick or n stone to
vex the plOwman." Thlther they
were bound to take up section Of
government land.
They stopped for visit with Elisha
Howard and his wife. old friends Of
theirs. who lived In the village Of
Malone, which was In Franklin county,
New York. There they trnded their.
oxen for team Of horses. They
were large gray horses named Pete and
Colonel. The latter was fat and good
natured. His chief interest III life
was food. Pete WAS always looking