The Red Cloud chief., 1921-06-23

out OF the wagon.
"YoI go right in-Tll 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 q hearty
welcome at the door.
"You poor mani Come right in,"
she said.
"Poorl I'm the richest nan 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 woman--half past seven
years old--blue eyes-helps her moth
er get tired every day. Here's my
toy man Joslah--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,
| "' buNSS 'ity tOioi Slu up Will tUt
blood o. roses an the gold o. butter
cups an the blue o. violets. Here's
this wife o mine. She's richern I
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.
Exactly" Samson exclaimed.
"Straight as an arrow and prOudi I
don't blame her. She's got enough
to make her proud. l say. fall In
love again every time look into her
big, brown eyes,"
They had a joyous evening and a
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 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 II 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, rs the sun was wont to do at
eventide. and silver enough to put a
fairly respectable moon In 1t. Yet for
generations their eyes were not to see,
their hands were not to touch. these
things. They were only to push their
frontier a little farther to the west
and hold the dream and pass II on
to their children.
Those early years of the Nineteenth
century held the first days of full
fillment. 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 IT, thinking Of the hardships
and perils In the way of the mover
Samson, a man Of twenty-nlne when
he set out from his old home, was said
to be "always chasing the bird In the
| hnsh ~
the thing In hand. There were GER
tain Of their friends who promised
to come and join them when, Mt last
they should have found the land OF
plenty. But most Of the group tina,
I bade them good-by thought II fool
ish enterprise and spoke lightly o.
: Samson when they were gone. Amer
I lea has undervalued the brave soul.
I who went west In wagons, withou
I whose sublime courage and enduranc,
l. the plains would still be an unploweC
= wilderness. Often we hear them Sc
v down as seedy. shiftless dreamer
J who could not make living at home
They were mostly the best blood o
the world and the noblest OF God
. missionaries. Who does not homo
Is them above the thrifty, comfort-lov
r. Ing men and women who preferred t
u stay at home, where risks were few
the supply Of food sure and suffi
e cient and the consultations OF friend
IS ship and religion always at hand
Samson and Sarah preferred to enlis
l. and take their places In the from
r battle line of Civilization.
They had read q little book calle