Connecticut western news., 1922-03-16

SASN had carried and peeled it and, raised it's lower end on a cross timber. Then they marked it with chalk line and sliced it into inch boards with a whip saw, Abe standing on top of the log and Samson beneath it. Suddenly the saw stopped. A clear, beautiful voice flung the music of Sweet Nightin- gale" into the timhered hollow. It halted the workers and set the wood land ringing. The men stood silent like those hearing a benediction. The singing ceased. Still they listened for half moment. It was as If a spirit had passed and touched them.
 "It's Bim-the little vixeny" said Abe tenderly. She's an odd child and as pretty as a spotted fawn, and about as wild. She's a kind of a first cousin to the bobolink."
 When they were getting ready to go home that afternoon Joe got into a great hurry to see his mother. It seemed to him that ages had elapsed since he had seen her-a conviction which led to noisy tears.
 Abe knelt before him and comforted the boy. Then he wrapped him in his jacket and swung him in the air and started for home with Joe astride his neck. .a.*.
 Samson says in his diary: His ten der play. with the little lad gave me another look at the man Lincoln"
 "Some one proposed once that we should call that. stream the Mime haha," said Abe as he walked along. After this Joe and are going to call 1t the Minneboohoo."
 The women of the little village had met at quilting party at ten o'clock with Mrs. Martin Waddell. There Sarah had had a seat at the frame and heard all the gossip of the coun- tryslde. The nimble-fngered Ann Rut- ledgea daughter of the tavern folk had sat beside her. Ann was a slender, good-looking girl of seventeen with blue eyes and rich crown of auburn hair and a fair skin well Drowned by the sunlight. She was the most dexterous needle worker in New Salem.
 John McNeil, whom the Traylors had met on the road near Niagara Falls and who had shared their camp with them, arrived on the stage that evening. He was dressed In new butternut suit and clean linen and looked very handsome. Samson writes that he resembled the pictures of Rob- ert Emmet. With fine, dark eyes, smooth skin, well-moulded features and black hair neatly brushed on a shapely head he was not at all like the rugged Abe. In low tone and very modestly, with a slight brogue on his tongue he told of his adventures on the long shore road to Michigan. Ann sat listening and looking into his face as he talked. Abe came in, soon after eight o'clock, and was introduced to the stranger. All noted the con- trast between the two young men as they greeted each other. Abe sat down for few minutes and looked sadly into the fire but said nothing. :. He rose presently excused himself and went away.
 The logs for the new house were ready two days after the cutting be- gan. Martin Waddell and Samuel HHl sent teams to haul them. John Cam eron and Peter Lukins had brought the window sash and some clapboards from Beardstown in a small fiatboat. Then came the day of the raising-a clear, warm day early in September. I All the men from the village and the near farms gathered to help make a home for the newcomers. Samson and Jack Kelso went out for hunt after the cutting and brought in fat buck and many grouse for the bee dinner, to which every woman of the neighborhood made contribution of cake or pie or cookies or doughnuts.
 "What will be my part2" Samson had inquired of Kelso. fIa
 "Nothing but jug of whisky and a kind word and house warming" Kelso had answered.
 They notched and bored the logs and made pins to bind them and cut those that were to go around the fire place and window spaces. Strong, willing and welA-trained hands hewed and fitted the logs together. Alexan- der Ferguson lined the fireplace with a curious mortar made of clay in which he mixed grass for binder. This nor tar he rolled into layers called ''cats," each eight inches long and three inches thick Then he laid them against the logs and held them in place with d woven network of stocks. The first fre-a slow one-baked the clay into as rigid stone-like sheath inside the logs and presently the sticks were burned away. The women had, cooked the meats by an open fire and spread the dinner on a table of rough boards resting on poles set in crotches. At noon one of them sounded a conch shell. Then with shouts of joy the men hurried to the fireside and for a moment there was great spluttering