I could hear the prayin' until I got over the hill into Canaan barrens.

At sundown I left them in good hands thirty miles up the road." * * * * * In a frontier newspaper of that time it is recorded that the minister and his dog kept the slaver on the roof all day, vainly trying with prayer and exhortation to convert his soul.

The man stopped swearing before dinner and on his promise not again to violate the commandment a good meal was handed up to him.

He was liberated at sundown and spent the night with Brimstead.
"Who is that big sucker who grabbed my friend ?" the stranger asked Brimstead.
"His name is Samson Traylor.

Comes from Vermont," was the answer.
"He's the dog-gonedest steam engyne of a man I ever see, 'pon my word," said the stranger.
"An' he's about the gentlest, womern hearted critter that ever drawed the breath o' life," said Brimstead.
"If he don't look out 'Liph Biggs'll kill him--certain." Samson spoke not more than a dozen words on his way back to New Salem.
Amazed and a little shocked by his own conduct, he sat thinking.