If it wasn't for the deer an' the fish I guess we'd 'a' starved to death long ago." "Where did ye come from ?" "Orwell, Vermont." "What's yer name ?" "Henry Brimstead," the stranger whispered.
"Son of Elijah Brimstead ?" "Yes, sir." Samson took his hand and shook it warmly.

"Well, I declare!" he exclaimed.

"Elijah Brimstead was a friend o' my father." "Who are you ?" Brimstead asked.
"I'm one o' the Traylors o' Vergennes." "My father used to buy cattle of Henry Traylor." "Henry was my father.

Haven't you let 'em know about your bad luck ?" The man resumed his tone of confidence.

"Say, I'll tell ye," he answered.
"A man that's as big a fool as I am ought not to advertise it.