A Man for the Ages eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 393 pages of information about A Man for the Ages.

A Man for the Ages eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 393 pages of information about A Man for the Ages.

“This boy is sick,” she said to Samson, who came and helped him off his horse.  They camped for the night and put the boy to bed and gave him medicine and tender care.  He was too sick to travel next day.  The Traylors stayed with him and nursed the lad until he was able to go on.  He was from Niagara County, New York, and his name was Harry Needles.  His mother had died when he was ten and his father had married again.  He had not been happy in his home after that and his father had given him a pony and a hundred dollars and sent him away to seek his own fortune.  Homesick and lonely and ill, and just going west with a sublime faith that the West would somehow provide for him, he might even have perished on the way if he had not fallen in with friendly people.  His story had touched the heart of Sarah and Samson.  He was a big, green, gentle-hearted country boy who had set out filled with hope and the love of adventure.  Sarah found pleasure in mothering the poor lad, and so it happened that he became one of their little party.  He was helpful and good-natured and had sundry arts that pleased the children.  The man and the woman liked the big, honest lad.

One day he said to Samson:  “I hope you won’t mind if I go along with you, sir.”

“Glad to have you with us,” said Samson.  “We’ve talked it over.  If you want to, you can come along with us and our home shall be yours and I’ll do what’s right by you.”

They fared along through Indiana and over the wide savannas of Illinois, and on the ninety-seventh day of their journey they drove through rolling, grassy, flowering prairies and up a long, hard hill to the small log cabin settlement of New Salem, Illinois, on the shore of the Sangamon.  They halted about noon in the middle of this little prairie village, opposite a small clapboarded house.  A sign hung over its door which bore the rudely lettered words:  “Rutledge’s Tavern.”

A long, slim, stoop-shouldered young man sat in the shade of an oak tree that stood near a corner of the tavern, with a number of children playing around him.  He had sat leaning against the tree trunk reading a book.  He had risen as they came near and stood looking at them, with the book under his arm.  Samson says in his diary that he looked like “an untrimmed yearling colt about sixteen hands high.  He got up slow and kept rising till his bush of black tousled hair was six feet four above the ground.  Then he put on an old straw hat without any band on it.  He reminded me of Philemon Baker’s fish rod, he was that narrer.  For humliness I’d match him against the world.  His hide was kind o’ yaller and leathery.  I could see he was still in the gristle—­a little over twenty—­but his face was marked up by worry and weather like a man’s.  I never saw anybody so long between joints.  Don’t hardly see how he could tell when his feet got cold.”

He wore a hickory shirt without a collar or coat or jacket.  One suspender held up his coarse, linsey trousers, the legs of which fitted closely and came only to a blue yarn zone above his heavy cowhide shoes.  Samson writes that he “fetched a sneeze and wiped his big nose with a red handkerchief” as he stood surveying them in silence, while Dr. John Allen, who had sat on the door-step reading a paper—­a kindly faced man of middle age with a short white beard under his chin—­greeted them cheerfully.

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