Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1921-10-28

you dont know now goOu II s
TO see a woman and talk to her, anu
we talked and talked until midnight
after all the rest were asleep. she
let me hold the baby in my lap unt
it was put to bed. How good 1t feit
to have a little warm body IN my
arms again and feel it breathing! III
an my life l never saw a prettler
baby. 1t felt good to be in a real
house and sleep in a soft, warm peu
and to eat jelly and cookies and fresh
meat and potatoes and bread and but
ter. Samson played for them ana
kept them laughing with his stories
until bedtime. They wouldn't take
a cent and gave us a dozen eggs IN a
basket and a piece Of venison When
we went away"
On a warm, bright day in the SAND
country they came to a rude, hal1
finished, frame house at the edge OF
a wide clearing. The sand lay III
drifts on one side of the road. II
had evidently moved in the last wind.
A sickly vegetation covered the neld.
A ragged, barefooted man and three
scrawny, ill-clad children stood in the
dooryard. It was noontime. A mon
grel dog, with a bit of the hound IN
him, came bounding and barking to-
ward the wagon and pitched upon
Sambo and quickly got the worst OF
1t. Sambo, after much experience
In self-defense, had learned that the
best way out of such trouble was to
seize a leg and hang on. This ne
did. The mOngrel began to yelp. Sam
son lifted both dogs by the backs OF
their necks, broke the hold of Sambo
and tossed aside the mongrel, who
ran away whining.
THAT reminded me of a bull that
tackled a man over in Vermont" he
said. 1.-THE man had a club in his
hand. He lodged and grabbed the
bulls tail and beat him all over the
lot. AS the bull roared, the man hol-
Tered: I'd like to know who began
this fuss anyway"
The stranger laughed.
as that your house?' Samson said.
Lin uudu lSDDC ASoACl LIN I'll
swered in a low, confidential tone:
"Say. mister, this is a combination
poorhOuse and idiot asylum. l am
the idiot. These are the poor"
He pointed to the children.
"You don't talk like an idiot" said
Samson.
The man looked around and leaned
over the wheel as If about to impart
a secret
Say, I'll tell ye," he said in a
low tone. "A real, first-class idiot
eve does You ought to see my
actions"
''This land is an indication that
you're right" Samson laughed.
"Tt proves it." the stranger whis-
pered.
"Have you any water here?" Sam
son asked.
The stranger leaned a and
said in his most confidential tone. "Say,
mister, it's about the best in the
United States. Right i've yonder in
the edge O. the woods-a springfield
as WdlcIs OVuL lAC
only thing this landIl raise is water"
"This land looks to me about as
valuable as so much sheet lightnin'
and I guess it can move just about
as quick" said Samson.
The stranger answered In a low
tone: "Say, I'll tell ye, it's a wild
cow-don't stand still long 'nough to
give We time to git anything out Of
1t. I've toiled and prayed, but it's
hard to get much out Of it"
praying won't do this land any
good" Samson answered. "What it
needs is and plenty Of it,
You can't raise anything here but
feas. 1t isn't decent to expect God
to help run a flea farm. He knows
too much for that, and If you keep
it up He'll lose all respect for We. If
you were to buy another farm and
bring it here and put it down on