Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-07-22

Mrs. Peasley has been a mother to
EN- an her sister is gOin' to be a wife
to me-" He came close to Samson and
added in a confidential tone: "Say, if
l was any happier I'd be scairt. I'm
like l was when l got over the tooth
ache-so scairt for fear It would come
back was kind o. miserable"
Mr.. Peasley came out of the door.
He was big, fuIl-bearded, joviaI man.
i've got a small load O. hay for
you" said Samson.
81 was expecting it, though 1 sup
posed 'twOuld be walkin'-in the dark
O. night" Peasley answered "Drive in
on the barn floor"
When Samson had driven into the
barn its doors were closed and the ne
groes were called from their place of
hiding. Samson writes:
Il never realized what a blessing 1t
is to be free until I saw that scared
man and woman crawling out from I'M
der the dusty hay and shaking them
selves like a 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 a pair Of buff
falO skins. I suppose they got some
sleep there. I went into the house to
breakfast and while I ate Brimstead
told me about his trip. His children
were there. They looked clean and
decent. He lived in a 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 a likely. stout
armed, good-hearted' woman who can
do a lot Of hard work. She can see
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 a letter from John TO his brother
Charles, dated February q, 1892. In
this he says;
We had gone out to the barn and
Brimstead and I were helping Mr..
Traylor hitch up his horses. All Of a
sudden two men came riding up the
road at a fast trot and turned in and
come straight toward US and pulled up
by the wagon One Of them was
slim, red-eheeked young Teller about
twenry-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 Traylor2
he asked.
II am said Traylor.
The young Teller 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 Hi
nois folks them days and called 'em
Suckers.
"'Hain't you a little reckless, young
fellerY Traylor said, as cool as a Gu
umber. He stood up nigh the barn
Ioor, which Brimstead had closed
after we backed the wagon out.
THE young Teller stepped close to
the New Salem man and raised his
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 feIler tried to get his pistol out
of its holster, but Brimstead, who
stood beside him, grabbed it, and |
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 a
steam engine had bowed up while he |
was putin wood in it. He was kind
O. limp and the mad had leaked ont o |
him.
I reckon 1 better find d DOCTOR he !
says.
You get into my wagon and I'll
AXE ye to a good one, says Traylor.
"Just then Stephen Nucsles, the cir
,uit minister, rode In with the big
that follers him around.
THE other SLAYER had got off his
loss in the scrimmage. Traylor start
d for him. The SLAYER began to back
way and suddenly broke into rum
The big dog took after him with kind
f lion roar. We. all began yelling
t the dog. We made more noise than
Ou'd hear at the end of boss race.
/ scairt the young Teller. He put on
lore steam and went up the ladder to
lie roof of the wOodshed like a chased
easel. The dog stood barkfn' as if he
nd freed bear. Traylor grabbed the
oder and pulled it down.
You stay there till get away an
)u'll be safe said he.
THE man looked down and swOre