The Snowflake herald., 1921-09-16

he a1ghted and helped his family
out of the wagon.
"You go right in-Pll take care o.
the Oxen," said the man.
Samson started for the house with
the girl under one arm and the boy
under the other. A pleaSant-faced
woman greeted them with a hearty
welcome at the door.
"You poor mani Come right in,"
! she said
Poor I'm the richest man in the
world" said he. Look at the gold
on that girls head-curly, fine gold,
too-the best there is. She's Betsey-
my little toy woman-half past seven
years old-blue eyes-helps her moth
er get tired every day. Here's my
toy man Josiah-yes, brown hair and
brown eyes like Sarah-heart O. gold
helps his mother, too-six times
one year Old"
"What pretty faces!" said the wo-
man as she stopped and kissed them.
"Yes, ma'am. Got 'em from the
| fairies" Samson went on. "They
have all kinds o. heads for little folks,
an guess they color 'em up with the
blood o. roses an the gold o. butter
cups an the blue o. violets. Here's
this wife o. mine. She's richer'n l
am. She owns all of us. We're her
slaves"
Looks as young as she did the day
she was married-nine years ago."
said the woman.
''Exactlyw Samson exclaimed.
straight as an arrow and proud! 1
don't blame her. She's got enough
to make her proud, l say / fall In
love again every time l look into her
big, brown eyes,"
They had a joyous evening and a
restful night with these old friends
and resumed their journey soon after
daylight. They ferried across the
lake at Burlington and Jared away
over the mountains and through the
deep forest on the Chateaugay trail.
Since the Pilgrims landed between
the measureless waters and the path
less wilderness they and their des-
cendants had been surrounded by the
lure OF mystery. The love of adven-
ture, the desire to explore the dark.
infested and beautiful forest. the
dream Of fruitful sunny lands cut
with water courses, shored with sill
yer and strewn with gold beyond it
these were the only heritage of their
sons and daughters save the strength
and courage of the pioneer. How true
was this dream of theirs gathering
detail and allurement as it passed
from sire to son. On distant plains
to the west were lands more lovely
and fruitful than any of their vision;
in mountains far beyond was gold
enough to gild the dome of the heav-
ems, as the sun was wont to do at
eventide, and silver enough to put a
fairly respectable moon in it. Yet for
generations their eyes were not to see
their hands were not to touch, these
things. They were only to push their
frontier little farther to the west
and hold the dream and pass it on
to their children.
Those early years of the Nineteenth
century held the first days of full
fillment Samson and Sarah Traylor
had the old dream in their hearts
when they first turned their faces to
the west. For years Sarah had re-
sisted it, thinking of the hardships
and perfls in the way of the mover.
Samson, a man Of twenty-nine when
he set out from his old home was said
TO ho Stolx oho A.
bush." He was never content with
the thing in hand. There were GER
tain of their, friends who promised
to come and join them when. at last.
they should have found the land Of
plenty. But most Of the group that
bade them good-by thought it fool
ish enterprise and spoke lightly of
Samson when. they were gone. Amer
lea has undervalued the brave souls
who went west in wagons, without
whose sublime courage and endurance
the plains would still be an unplowed
wilderness. Often we hear them set
down as seedy, shiftless dreamers
who could not make living at home.
They were mostly the best blood of
the world and the noblest of Gods
missionaries. Who does not honor
them above the thrifty, comfort-Iov-
ing men and women who preferred to
stay at home. where risks were few.
the supply of food sure and suffi-
cient and the consultations of friend
ship and religion always at hand?
Samson and Sarah preferred to enlist
and take their places in the front
battle line of Civilization.
They had read little book called