Samson and Sarah had been telling of their adventures on the long road.
"We are all movers," said Kelso.

"We can not stay where we are for a single day--not if we are alive.

Most of us never reach that eminence from which we discover the littleness of ourselves and our troubles and achievements and the immensities of power and wisdom by which we are surrounded." At least one of that company was to remember the words in days of adversity and triumph.

Soon after that dinner the memories of the little community began to register an unusual procession of thrilling facts.
Early in April an Indian scare spread from the capital to the remotest corners of the state.

Black Hawk, with many warriors, had crossed the Mississippi and was moving toward the Rock River country.