"'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. I was the only one in Flea Valley. Now I shall be in the company of a Governor an' dozens o' well known statesmen. You'll be the only lonesome man in Illinois."
"I sometimes fear that he will enjoy the loneliness of wisdom," said Honest Abe.
"In some parts of the state every farmer owns his own private city," Samson declared. "I hope Henry Brimstead does as well raising cities as he did raising grain. He was a very successful farmer."
"I knew you'd make fun o' me but when you come again you'll see the towers an' steeples," said Brimstead. "Put up your horses and come into the house and see the first lady of El Dorado."
Mrs. Brimstead had their dinner cooking before the horses were cared for. Samson went into the house while Henry was showing his El Dorado map to the others.
"Well, what do you think of Henry's plans?" she asked.