They need a mother so." "They'll ketch up all right," said Samson.

"We're loaded heavier than they'll be and goin' purty slow.

They'll be leavin' No Santa Claus Land to-morrow mornin'.

Seems so God spoke to me when that girl said there wa'n't no Santa Claus there." "No Santa Claus Land is a good name for it," said Sarah.
They got into a bad swale that afternoon and Samson had to cut some corduroy to make a footing for team and wagon and do much prying with the end of a heavy pole under the front axle.

By and by the horses pulled them out.
"When ol' Colonel bends his neck things have to move, even if he is up to his belly in the mud," said Samson.
As the day waned they came to a river in the deep woods.