She's got enough to make her proud I say.

I fall in love again every time I look into her big, brown eyes." The talk and laughter brought the dog into the house.
"There's Sambo, our camp follower," said Samson.

"He likes us, one and all, but he often feels sorry for us because we can not feel the joy that lies in buried bones and the smell of a liberty pole or a gate post." They had a joyous evening and a restful night with these old friends and resumed their journey soon after daylight.

They ferried across the lake at Burlington and fared away over the mountains and through the deep forest on the Chateaugay trail.
Since the Pilgrims landed between the measureless waters and the pathless wilderness they and their descendants had been surrounded by the lure of mysteries.

It filled the imagination of the young with gleams of golden promise.