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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy"

Samson remained with Peasley and the Justice.
"You had better go down and see what happens," he said to Harry. "We'll
follow you in a few minutes."
So Harry walked down to Brimstead's.
He found the square house in a condition of panic. Biggs and his helper
had discovered the mulatto and his wife hiding in the barn. The negroes
and the children were crying. Mrs. Brimstead met Harry outside the door.
"What are we to do?" she asked, tearfully.
"Just keep cool," said Harry. "Father Traylor and Mr. Peasley will be
here soon."
Biggs and his companion came out of the door with Brimstead.
"We will take the niggers to the river and put them on a boat," Biggs was
saying.
His face and shirt and bosom were smeared with blood. He asked Mrs.
Brimstead for a basin of water and a towel. The good woman took him to
the washstand and supplied his needs.
In a few moments Samson and Peasley arrived, with the latter's team
hitched to a Conestoga wagon.
"Well, you've found them, have you?" Peasley asked.


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