The little girl Betsey sits between him and her father.

That evening they stopped at the house of an old friend some miles up the dusty road to the north.

"Here we are--goin' west," Samson shouted to the man at the door-step.
He alighted and helped his family out of the wagon.

"You go right in--I'll take care o' the oxen," said the man.
Samson started for the house with the girl under one arm and the boy under the other.

A pleasant-faced woman greeted them with a hearty welcome at the door.
"You poor man! Come right in," she said.
"Poor! I'm the richest man in the world," said he.