Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-09-29

| DER the dusty nay and shaking them
selves like pair of dogs. The wealth.
er was not cold or guess they would
have been frozen. They knelt togeth-
er on the barn floor and the woman
prayed for Gods protection through
the day. Peasley brought food for
them and slowed them away on the
top Of his haymow with pair of buff
J falo skins. l suppose they got some
sleep there. went into the house to
breakfast and while l ate Brimstead
told me about his trip. His children
were there. They looked clean and
decent. He lived in log cabin a little
further UP the road. Mrs. Peasley's
sister waited on me. She Is a fat and
cheerful looking lady, very light COM
plected. Her hair is, red-like tomato
ketchup. Looks to me likely, stout
armed. good-hearted woman who can
do lot Of hard work. She can see a
joke and has an answer handy every
time"
For details Of the remainder Of the
historic visit of Samson Traylor to the
home of John Peasley we are indebted
to q letter from John to his brother
Charles, dated February 81. 1892. In
this he says:
I'VE had gone out to the barn and
Brimstead and l were helping Mr..
Traylor hitch up his horses. All Of q
sudden two men came riding up the
road at fast trot and turned in and
come straight toward us and pulled up
by the wagon. One Of them was q
slim. red-cheeked young Teller about
twenty-three years old. He wore top
boots and spurs and broad-brimmed
black hat and gloves and fur waist
coat and purity linen. He lOked at the
tires Of the wagon and said: That's
the one we've followed
"'Which O. you is Samson Traylor7
he asked.
~ am said Traylor.
".The young fe11er jumped off his
horse and tied him to the fence. Then
he went up to Traylor and said:
"'What did you do with my niggers,
you dirty sucker?
Men from Missouri hated the Illi-
nois folks them days and called 'em
Suckers. - Isl
'Hain't you a little reckless, young
Teller? TraylOr said, as cool as Gu
lumber. He stood up nigh the barn
door, which Brimstead had closed
after we backed the wagon out.
1.-THE young Teller stepped close to
1T
whip for a blow. Quick as lightnin'
Traylor grabbed him and threw him
ag'in the barn door, keewhack! He
hit SO hard the boards bent and the
whole barn roared and trembled. The
other Teller tried to get his pistol out
OF Its holster, but Brimstead, who
stood beside him, grabbed it, and I
got his boss by the bits and we both
held on. The young Teller lay on the
ground shakin' as If he had the ague.
Ye never see a man so spylt in Sec
ond. Traylor picked him up. His right
arm was broke and his face and Shout
der bruised some. Ye'd thought q
steam engine had bowed up while he
was putin wood in it. He was kind
o. limp and the mad had leaked out O.
him.
"I reckon l better find a DOCTOR he
says.
"'You get into my wagon and I'll
take We to good one,' says Traylor.
"Just then Stephen Nuskles, the cir
cult minister, rode in with the big
bloodhound that follers him around.
THE other SLAYER had got of his
boss In the scrimmage. Traylor start
ed for him. The SLAYER began to back
away and suddenly broke into run.
The big dog took after him with kind
Of lion roar. We all began yelling
at the dog. We made more noise than
you'd hear at the end Of q boss race.
1t scairt the young Teller. He put on
more steam and went up the ladder to
the roof Of the woodshed like chased
weasel. The dog stood barkin' as IL he
had freed bear. Traylor grabbed the
ladder and pulled it down.
"'You stay there till I get away an
you'll be safe,' said he.
"The man looked down and swore
and shook his fist and threatened vi
with the law.
"Mr. Nuckles rode close to the wood
shed and looked up at him.
"'My brother, fear you be not 4
Christian he said.
"He swore at the minister. That
settled him. I reckon he better stay
thar till he gifts a little o Gods grace
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