"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'."
"It sounds a good deal like a turnip growin' in a garden," Samson remarked, thoughtfully.
"Give it a fair chance," Brimstead went on. "Two cellars have been dug over there in the pasture. One is for the Town Hall and the other for the University which the Methodists are going to build. A railroad has been surveyed and is expected this summer."
"That same railroad has been expected in a thousand places since '32," said Samson.
"I know, it's the most expected thing in the United States but that won't scare it away," Brimstead went on. "Everybody is yellin' for it."
"You can't call a railroad as you would a dog by whistling," Abe warned him.
"But it's got beyond Buffalo on its way," said Brimstead.