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A neighbor's wife had taken his
children for two years, but bad health had compelled her to give them up.
"God does the most of it," Sarah quoted from the young girl, as they rode
on. "I guess He's saved 'em from the poorhouse to-day. I hope they'll
ketch up with us. I'd like to look after those children a little. 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.


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