"
"The brokers in Chicago got the cash and you got the notes?"
"You've said it. I've got a drawer full of notes."
"And you've quit farmin'?"
"Say, I'll tell ye the land has gone up so it wouldn't pay. Peasley an'
I cal'ate that we're goin' to git rich this summer sellin' lots."
"Wake up, man. You're dreamin'," said Samson.
Henry came dose to Samson and said in a confidential tone: "Say, mebbe
the whole state is dreamin' an' yellin' in its sleep 'bout canals an'
schools an' factories an' mills an' railroads. We're havin' a good
time anyway."
This reminded Abe Lincoln of the story:
"There was a man in Pope County who came home one evening and sat down in
the middle of the barn floor and began to sing. His wife asked him:
"'Are you drunk or crazy or a fool?'
"'I don't know what you'd call it, but I know I ain't got a darn bit to
spare,' he answered, with a whoop of joy."
"You're all goin' to roll out o' bed and hit the floor with a bump," said
Samson.
Brimstead declared in his usual tone of confidence:
"The worst part o' bein' a fool is lonesomeness.
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