"Hello, Mr. Kelso," the bearded man answered. "The poor vandering Jew has gome back ag'in--hey? I tink I haf to take de hump off my back before I gits in." Staggering beneath his load he let it down to the ground. "Bring in your Trojan horse and mind you do not let out its four and twenty warriors until morning. I'll have some bread and milk for you in a minute. Gentlemen, this is my friend Eli--a wandering pioneer of trade." "I haf a vonderful line o' goods--vonderful! vonderful!" said Eli, gesturing with both hands. "Silk an' satin! De flowers o' de prairie, de birds o' de air could not show you colors like dem. You vill fall in love. If I do not let you have dem you vill break your hearts. An' I have here one instrument dot make all kinds o' music." "First supper--then open your Trojan horse," said Kelso. "First I must show my goods," Eli insisted, "ant I'll bet you take dem all--everyt'ing vat I have in dot pack an' you pay my price an' you t'ank me say 'Eli, vat you have to drink?'" "I'll bet you four bits I don't," said Kelso. "You are my frient; I vould not take your money like dot so easy. No! It vould not be right. These are Scotch goods, gentlemen--so rare an' beautiful--not'ing like dem in de world." He began to undo his pack while the little company stood around him. "Gentlemen, you can see but you can not buy. Only my frient can have dem goods," he went on glibly as he removed the cover of the pack. Suddenly there was a lively stir in it. To the amazement of all a beautiful girl threw aside the ticking and leaped out of the large wicker basket it had covered. With a merry laugh she threw her arms around Jack Kelso's neck and kissed him. The men clapped their hands in noisy merriment. "That's like Bim, isn't it?" said the Doctor. "Exactly!" Abe exclaimed. "I stop at David Barney's an' dere she took de goods out o' my pack an' fix up dis job lot fer you," said Eli with a laugh. "A real surprise party!" the girl exclaimed. She was a small sized girl, nearing sixteen, with red cheeks and hazel eyes and blonde hair that fell in curls upon her shoulders. "Mr. Traylor, this is my daughter Bim," said Kelso. "She is skilled in the art of producing astonishment." "She must have heard of that handsome boy at the tavern and got in a hurry to come home," said the Doctor. "Ann Rutledge says that he is a right purty boy," the girl laughed as she brushed her curls aside. She turned to Samson Traylor and asked wistfully, "Do you suppose he would play with me?" CHAPTER IV WHICH PRESENTS OTHER LOG CABIN FOLK AND THE FIRST STEPS IN THE MAKING OF A NEW HOME AND CERTAIN CAPACITIES AND INCAPACITIES OF ABE.