Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1921-09-09


dren?"
Fat an happy an we'll dressed.
Mrs. Peasley has been mother TO
EN- an her sister is goin' to be a wife
to me- He came close 10 Samson and
added in confidential tone: SAY. II
was any happier I'd be scairt. I'm
Ike l was when got over the tooth
ache-so scairt for fear it would come
back l was kind O. miserable"
Mr.. PeaSey came out of the door.
He was big, full-bearded, jovial man.
I've got a small load o. hay for
you" said Samson.
Il was expecting 1t. though I sup
| posed 'twould he walkin-in the dark
o night" Peasley answered. "Drive in
on the barn floor"
When Samson had driven into the
barn It's doors were closed and the ne
groes We're called from their place Of
hiding Samson writes:
Il never realized what a blessing It
is to be free until saw thar scared
man and woman crawling out from I'M
der the dusty hay and shaking them
selves like pair Of dogs The wealth
er was not cold or guess they would
have been frozen. They xne't togeth-
er on the barn floor and tn 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
falo skins. ! suppose they got some
| sleep there. / went into the house to
breakfast and while ate Brimstead
told me about his trip. His children
were there. They looked clean and
| decent. He lived in log cabin 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 Il lot of hard work She can see
joke and has an answer handy every
time"
For details of the remainder Of the
.storic 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 l were helping Mir.
Irayl0r 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 W.
by the wagon. One of them was a
slim, red-cheeked young Teller about
tWenty-three years old. He wore top
boots and spurs and a 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 Traylorr
he asked.
I am said Traylor.
1.-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?
''8Ieu from Missouri hated the Illi-
ASA9 1VAhS thCth uaJS anu Sdi4Sd en-
Suckers.
'Hain't yoT little reckless, young
Teller? TrayIor said as cool as Gu
cumber. He stood up nigh the barn
door, 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 lightnln'
Traylor grabbed him and threw him
ag'in the barn door, keewhackl He
hit so hard the boards bent and the
whole barn roared and tTembled. The
other Teller 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 a sec
ond. Trayor picked him up. His right
arm was broke and his face aud Shout
der bruised some. Ye'd a thought a
steam engine had bowed up while he
was putin wood in it. lie was kind
q limp and the mad had leaked out o
him
~ reckon better find DOCTOR be
says
"You get into my wagon and III
take We to a good one says Traylor.
Just then Stephen Nuckles, the cir
cult minister, rode in with the big
bloodhound that follers him around
1.-THE other SLAYER had got off 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 a kind
of lion roar. We all began yelling
at the dog We made more noise than
you'd hear at the end of hoss race.
It scairt the young felier. He put on
more steam and went up the ladder to
the roof Of the woodshed like a chased
weasel. The or stood barkin' as IL he
had freed bear Traylor grabbed the
ladder and pulled 1t down.