Didn't realize what a
tender thing it was. I can't forgive him."
In the middle of the afternoon they came in sight of the home of Henry
Brimstead.
"Here's where we stop and feed, and listen to Henry's secrets," said
Samson.
The level fields were cut into squares outlined by wooden stakes.
Brimstead was mowing the grass in his dooryard. He dropped his scythe and
came to welcome the travelers.
"Say, don't you know that you are standing in the center of a large and
promising city?" he said to Samson. "You fellers ought to dress up a
little when ye come to town."
"Boys, we've stumbled on to a dream city, paved with gold and arched with
rainbows," said Samson.
"You are standing at the corner of Grand Avenue and Empire Street, in the
growing city of El Dorado, near the great water highway of Illinois,"
Brimstead declaimed.
"Where's the growin'?" Samson demanded.
Brimstead came closer and said in a confidential tone: "If you stand
right where you are an' listen, you'll hear it growin'.
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