The Snowflake herald., 1921-12-09

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them slavery could be tolerated. But
they are not Some men are brutal
in the North as well as in the South.
If not made so by nature they are
made so by drink. TO give them the
power of life and death over human
beings, which they seem to have in
parts of the South, is crime against
God and civilization"
~ agree with you," said Samson.
81 knew that you would" the min
lister went on. 'We have already had
some help from you but we need more.
l take it as a duty which God has
laid upon me to help every fugitive
that reaches my door. You can help
the good work of mercy and grace.
If you hear three taps upon your win
dow after dark or the hoot of an owl
in your dooryard you will know what
it means. Fix some place on your
farm where these poor people who are
seeking the freedom which God wills
for all His children, may find rest and
refreshment and security until they
have strength to go on"
Within week after the visit or
Mr.. Lovejoy, Samson and Harry built
a hollow haystack about halfway from
the house to the barn. The stack had
a comfortable room inside of it about
eight feet by seven and some six feet
in heighe. It's entrance was an open
ing near the bottom of the stack we'll
screened by the pendant hay. But no
fugitive came to occupy it that winter.
Soon after the new year of 1885
Samson and Harry moved the KelsoS
to TaZewell county. Mr.. Kelso had
| received an appointment as land agent
and was to be stationed at the little
settlement of HopGuale near the home
of John Peasley.
Late in the afternoon Harry and
| Samson left the KeIsos and their ef
| fects at small frame house in the
| little village of Hopedale. The men
had no sooner begun to unload than
| its inhabitants came to welcome the
| newcomers and help them in the work
of getting settled. When the goods
were deposited in the dooryard Sam
son and Harry drove to John Peas
leys farm. Mr.. Peasley recognized
the big, broad-shouldered Vermonter
| at the first look
do / remember you?" he said.
"Well, l guess do. So does my barn
door. Let me take hold Of that right
hand of yours again. Yes, sir. It's the
same old iron hand. Marry Annv' he
called as his wife came out OF the
door. Here's the big man from Yer
| gennes who tossed the purity SLAYER"
Il see it is" she answered. "Ain't
| We comm in?"
"If you try to pass this place I'll
have We took up said PeaSley.
There's plenty of food in the house
an stable"
Look here-that's downright self
ish," said his wife. IF we tried to
keep you here Henry Brimstead would
never forgive u.s. He talks about you
morning, noon and night. Any one
would think that you was the Samson
that slew the Philistines.'
How is Henry?" Samson asked.
"He married my sister and they're
about as happy as they can be this
side the river Jordan" she went on.
They've got one o. the best farms
in Tazewell county and they're goin'
| to be rich"
"Yes, sir; 1 didn't think o. that"
said Peasley. Henry and his wife
would holler if we didn't take We over
there. It's only quarter of mile.
I'll show ye the way and we'll all
come over this evening and have a
talkin bee."
Samson was pleased and astonished
by the look of Brimstead and his
home and his family and the account
| of his success. The man from the
| sand flats was cleanly shaved, save
for a black mustache, and neatly
| dressed and his face glowed with
health and high spirits. A handsome
brown-eyed miss of seventeen came
| gallOping up the road on her pony
and stopped near them.
"Annabel, do you remember this
man?" Brimstead asked.
The girl looked at Samson.
|
Of Flea valley" said the girl. would
| you mind if / kissed your"
81 would be sorry if you didn't"
said Samson. Here's my boy, Harry
Needles. You wouldn't dare kiss him,
1 guess"
II would be sorry, too, if you didn't"
Harry laughed as he took her hand.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay sor-
ry," said Annabel turning red with
embarrassment. II never saw you be-
| FORE"
| Better late than never" Samson
assured her. "You don't often see
better fellow"
| The girl laughed with subtle look
Of agreement in her eyes. Then came
up from the barn the ragged little
| lad of No Santa Claus Land-now
sturdy, bright-eyed, handsome boy Of
| twelve.
The horses were put out and all