Samson built a rude camp by the roadside, put Sarah into bed under its cover and started for the nearest village on Colonel's back.
* * * * * "I shall never forget that day spent in a lonely part of the woods," the good woman wrote to her brother.

"It endeared the children to me more than any day I can remember.

They brought water from the creek, a great quantity of which I drank, and bathed my aching head and told me stories and cheered me in every way they could.

Joe had his bear stick handy and his plans for bears or wolves or Indians.

Samson had made some nails at a smithy in Pennsylvania.