Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-09-02

them slavery could be tolerated. But
they are not. Some men are brutal
in the North as well as in the South.
II not made so by nature they are
made so by drink. Te 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"
81 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 CT the boot 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 a week after the visit of
Mr.. Lovejoy, Samson and Harry built
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 heighs. Its 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 Kelsos and their eff
fects at a 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 1 remember your" he said.
"Well, I guess I 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 Ann % he
called as his wife came out of the
door. Here's the big man from Yer
gennes who tossed the purity SLAYER"
81 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 us. 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"
Eyes, sir didn't think O. that"
said Peasley. Henry and his wife |
would boiler If We didn't take We over
there. It's only quarter of a mile.
I'll show We 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 clearly shaved, save
for a black mustache. and neatly
dressed and his face glowed with
health and high spirits. A handsome
miss Of seventeen came
galloping up the road on her pony
and stopped near them.
"Annabel. do you remember this
nar?" Brimstead asked.
The girl looked at Samson.
"Ile is the man who helped us OUT
If Flea valley" said the girl. Would
,ou mind if ! kissed your"
81 would be sorry if you didn't
aid Samson. Here's my boy, Harry
Needles. You wouldn't dare kiss him.
guess"
81 would be sorry, too, If you didn't"
larry laughed as he took her hand.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay sor-
v" said Annabel turning red with
II never saw you be-
pre-"
Better late than never" Samson
her you don't often see a {
etter fellow"
The girl laughed with subtle look !
{ agreement in her eyes. Then came !
o from the barn the ragged little '
ID of No Santa Claus Land-now r
urdy bright-eyed, handsome boy Of Il
velve.
The horses were put out and all e
ent in to supper.
After supper Brimstead showed f