Humor and the love of play had preceded and cleared a way for it.

Where there was a fiddle there were cheerful hearts.

A young black shepherd dog with tawny points and the name of Sambo followed the wagon or explored the fields and woods it passed.
If we had been at the Congregational Church on Sunday we might have heard the minister saying to Samson, after the service, that it was hard to understand why the happiest family in the parish and the most beloved should be leaving its ancestral home to go to a far, new country of which little was known.

We might also have heard Samson answer: "It's awful easy to be happy here.

We slide along in the same old groove, that our fathers traveled, from Vergennes to Paradise.