Connecticut western news., 1922-04-06

ache-so Scairt for fear 1t would come back was kind O miserable"
 MT. Peasley came out of the door. He was big, full-bearded, jovial man.
 eve got a small load O hay for you," said Samson.
 q was expecting it. though I SUD- posed 'twould be 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 were called from their place of hiding. Samson writes:
 q never realized what blessing it is to be free until saw that scared man and woman crawling out from un- der the dusty hay and shaking them selves like pair of dogs. The weath- CT was not cold or I guess they would have been frozen. They knelt togeth- CT on the barn floor and the 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. I suppose they got some sleep there. I went into the house to breakfast and while I ate Brimstead told me about his trip. His children were there. They looked clean and decent. He lived in a log cabin little further up the road. Mrs. Peasley's sister waited on me. She is 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 a lot of hard work. She can see a joke and has an answer handy every time"
 For details of the remainder of the historic visit of Samson Traylor to the home of John Peasley we are indebted to a letter from John to his brother Charles, dated February 21, 1882. In this he says:
 "We had gone out to the barn and Brtmstead and I were helping MT. TraylOr hitch up his horses. All of a sudden two men came riding up the road at fast trot and turned in and come straight toward us and pulled up by the wagon. One of them was slim, red-cheeked young feller about twenty-three years old. He wore top boots and spurs and broad-brimmed black hat and gloves and a fur waist coat and purity linen. He Ioked at the tires of the wagon and said: That's the one we've followed
 "'Which O you is Samson Traylorf he asked.
 "T am,' said Traylor.
 '"The young feller jumped of 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 suckerP
 "Men from Missouri hated the nli- nois folks them days and called 'em Suckers. ..
 Hain't you little reckless, young feller? Traylor said, as cool as a cu- cumber. He stood up nigh the barn door, which Brimstead had closed after we backed the wagon out.
 "The young feller stepped close to the New Salem man and raised his whip for a blow. Quick as lightnin' Traylor grabbed him and threw him ag'in the barn door, keewhack! He hit so hard the boards bent and the whole barn roared and trembled. The other feller tried to. get his pistol out of its holster, but Brimstead, who stood beside him, grabbed it, and I got his hoss by the bits and we both Iox Ia ground shakin' as if he had the ague. Ye never see a man so spylt in a sec ond. Traylor picked him up. His right arm was broke and his face and shoul- der bruised some Ye'd a thought a steam engyne had %blowed up while he was putin wood in 1t. He was kind O limp and the mad had leaked out O him.
 "T reckon better find doctor,' he says
 "'You get into my wagon and I'll take ye to a good one,' says Traylor.
 "Just then Stephen Nuckles, the cir cult minister, rode in with the big bloodhound that follers him around.
 'The other slayer had got off his h~SS HI IAAC cSA 4IdylOE ed for him. The shaver began to back away and suddenly broke into a 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 a hoss race. It scairt the young feller. He put on more steam and went up the ladder to the roof of the woOdshed like chased weasel. The dog stood barkin' as if he had treed a bear. Traylor grabbed the ladder and pulled 1t down.
 You stay there till get away an' you'll be safe said he.
 "The man looked down and swore and shook his fist and threatened us with the law.
 "Mr. Nuckles rode close to the wood shed and looked up at him.
 My brother, fear you be not a Christian he said.
 "He swore at the minister. That settled him. I reckon he better stay thar till he gifts little O Gods grace in his soul,' says the minister.
 "Then he says to the dog: Ponto, 1rDO .sx-l.L AI-