"A team of healthy snails would get here soouer," Samson insisted.
"El Dorado can make out with a canal to Lake Michigan, carrying its manufactures and the product of the surrounding country straight to the big cities of the East," said Brimstead. "Every corner lot in my city has been sold and paid for, half cash and half notes."
"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: