Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-09-08
Watched Every Move in This Remark.
able Performance.

Watched Every Move in This Remark.
able Performance.
remarkable performance. The ease
with which the big vermonter had so
defied the law Of gravitation with that
unwieldy stick amazed him.
"That thing'll weigh from seven to
eight hundred pounds" said he. Il
reckon you're the stOutest man in this
part o the state an I'm quite man
myself. I've lifted barrel O whisky
and put my mouth to the bung hole
I never drink it.
"Say," he added as he sat down and
began eating doughnut. IF you
ever hit anybody take sledge ham,
mer or crowbar. 1t wouldn't be de-
cent to use your fist"
They hewed z fla, surface on oppo-
site sides of the log which Samson
had carried and peeled 1t and raised
its lower end on cross timber. Then
they marked III with chalk line and
sliced 1t into inch boards with a whip
saw. Abe standing ON top of the log
and Samson beneath it. Suddenly the
saw stopped. A clear, beautiful voice
flung the music of Sweet Nightin-
gale" into the ttmbered hollow. IL
halted the workers and set the wood
land ringing: The men stood silent;
like those hearing benediction. The
singing ceased Still they listened for
half q moment. 1t was as If a spirit,
had passed and touched them.
TITS Bin-the little vixen!" said'
Abe tenderly. ""She's an odd child
and as pretty rs spotted fawn, and'
about as wild. She's kind of first
cousin. to the bobolink."
When they were getting ready to go,
home that afternoon Joe got into. a.
great hurry to see his mother. It
seemed to him that ages had elapsed
since he had seen her-a conviction
which led to noisy tears.
Abe. kneit Before him and comfortedi
the boy Then he,wrapped him. in his
jacket and swung him in the air and.
started for home with Joe astride his.
neck.
Samson says in his diary: "His: ten
der play with the little lad gave, me.
another look at the man Lincoln
Some one proposed once that we
should call that stream the, Minnie
haha," said Abe as he walked along.
after this Joe and are going to- cali
1t the Minneboohoo."
The women Of the little village, had
met 1t. a quilting party at ten, O'Clock
with Mrs. Martin WaddeliI There
Sarah had had seat at the. frame
and heard all the gossip of the, coun-
trysIde. The ntmble-fngered Ann Rut-
ledge-a daughter Of the tavern folk
had sat beside her.. Ann was a
slender, good-looking: girl Of seventeen
with blue eyes and; rich crown Of
auburn hair and a fair skin we'll
Drowned by the sunlight. She was
the most dexterOus needle worker in
New Salem.
John Mcneil. whom the Traylors
had met on the road near Niagara
Falls and who had shared their camp
with them, arrived en- the stage that
evening. He was dressed in new
butternut suit and clean linen and
looked very handsome. Samson writes
that he resembled the pictures Of Rob
ert Emmet. With fine, dark eyes, a
smooth skin. well-moulded features
and black hair neatly. brushed ON q
shapely head he was not at all like
the rugged Abe. In low tone and
very medestly, with a slight brogue
on hts tongue he told Of his adventures
on the long shore road to Michigan.
Ann sat listening and looking into his
face as he talked. Abe came in, soon
after eight O'Clock, and was introduced
to the stranger. All noted the con-
trast between the two young men as
they greeted each other. Abe sat
down for a few minutes and looked
sadly into the fire but said nothing.
He rose presently, excused himself
and went away.
Continued Next Week. Ii