Yours respectfully,
"Bim Kelso."
"'A man's heart deviseth his way but the Lord directeth his steps,'" said Cartwright. "For three days I have felt that He was leading me."
"I begin to think that He has been leading me," Samson declared. "Bim Kelso is the person I seek."
"I would have gone but my wife took on so I couldn't get away," said Cawkins.
"I'll come back some day soon and you and I will pry the Devil out of her with the crowbar of God's truth and mercy," Cartwright assured him as he and Samson took the road to the north.
On their way to the Honey Creek settlement the lion-hearted minister told of swimming through flooded rivers, getting lost on the plains and suffering for food and water, of lying down to rest at night in wet clothes with no shelter but the woods, of hand to hand fights with rowdies who endeavored to sell drink or create a disturbance at his meetings. Such was the zeal for righteousness woven by many hands into the fabric of the West. A little before sundown they reached the settlement.
Samson asked a man in the road if he knew where they could find the nurse Bim Kelso.
"Do ye mean that angel o' God in a white dress that takes keer o' the sick?" the man asked.
"I guess that would be Bim," said Samson.
"She's over in yon' house," the other answered, pointing with his pipe to a cabin some twenty rods beyond them. "Thar's two children sick thar an' the mammy dead an' buried in the ground."