The Glenwood post., 1922-01-26
Charles. dated February 21. 1882.

road at faSt trOt and turned IN ana
come straight toward us and pulled up
by the wagon. One Of them was q
slim, red-cheeked young feller about
twenty-three years old. He wore top
boots and spurs and q broad-brimmed
black hat and gloves and a 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.
'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 suckerT
"Men from Missouri hated the ILL
nois folks them days and called 'em
Suckers.
".Hain't you a little reckless. young
fellerT Traylor said, as cool as a Gu
umber. He stood up nigh the barn
loor, which Brimstead had closed
after we backed the wagon out.
1.-THE young feller stepped close 70
the New Salem man and raised his
whip for blow. Quick as lightnin'
Traylor grabbed him and threw him
agin 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 1t. and
got his hoss by tie bits and we both
held on. The young feller lay on the
ground shakin' as If he had the ague.
Ye never see man SO spylt in 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 engine had 5lowed up while he
was putin wood in it. He was kind
O. limp and the mad had leaked out O.
him.
I reckon better find DOCTOR he
says.
"'You get into my wagon and I'll
take We to 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 of his
hoss In the scrimmage. Traylor start
ed for him. The SLAYER began to back
away and suddenly broke into a run.
The big dog took after him with kind
of a lion roar. We all began yelling
at the dog. We made more noise than
you'd hear at the end of hoss race.
1t scairt the young feller. He put on
more steam and went up the ladder to
the roof of the woodshed like a chased
weasel. The dog stood barkin' as If ne
had treed bear. Traylor grabbed the
ladder and pulled 1t down.
"'You stay there till get away an
you'll be safe said he.
'oThe 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, 1 fear you be not 4
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 soui,' says the minister.
'Then he says to the dog: 'Ponte,
you keep i'm right thar
1.-THE dog appeared to understand
what was expected Of him.
"The minister got off his hoss and
hitched him and took of his coat and
put it on the ground.
"'What you goin' to dor says.
"Me?' says the minister. Il be
goin' to rassle with Satan for the soul
o that ar man. an II you keep watch
reckon you'll see at the groundll be
scratched up some fore git through
"He loosened his collar an knelt on
his coat and began to pray that the
mans soul would see its wickedness
and repent. You could have heard him
half mile away.
"Mr. Traylor drove of with the
damaged SLAYER settin' beside him and
the saddle hoss hitched to the rear
axle. see my chance an before that
prayer ended I had got the fugitlves
under some hay in my wagon and start
Cd of with them on my way to Liv-
ingston county. I could hear the pray
in until got over the hill into Canaan
barrens. At sundown I left them In
good hands thirty miles up the road"
In a frontier newspaper of that
time 1t is recorded that the minister
and his dog kept the SLAYER on the roof
all day. vainly trying with prayer and
exhortation to convert his soul. The
man stopped swearing before dinner
and on his promise not again to Violate
the commandment a good meal was
handed up to him. He was liberated
at sundown and spent the night with
Brimstead.
"Who is that big sucker who grabbed
my frlend7" the stranger asked Brim-
stead.
"His name Is Samson Traylor.
Comes from Vermont" was the an
swer.'
"N he don't look out Liph Biegs'll
kill him-certain."
Samson spoke not mora than dozen
words on his way back to New Salem.
Amazed and 4 little shocked by his