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VOLUME 41. YORKVILLE, S. C., FRIDAY, JU\E -31, 1895. 1STTJMBEK 38.
TERESA.
By Captain 0. A. CURTIS, U. S. A.
[Copyright. 1894, by American Press Association*]
CHAPTER III? COKTINUKI). '
After the departure of Vic food was
distributed, and the men stood in the
doorways or at the windows eating and
watching.
In order to husband the supply of
fuel against possible contingencies, ine
lieutenant put olf lighting the fire upon
the roof as long as it appeared to be
safe to do so. As evening lingered on
the borders of night the watchers heard
a crushing and grinding sound, as of a
heavy wheel rolling over twigs and
gravel, but were unable to guess its
meaning.
Fearing disaster might follow any
further delay to light the fire, the lieutenant
told the sergeant to kindle it.
Cunningham ascended the chimney,
lighted a few splinters of pitch pine and
placed them on the roof, and as soon as
they were well aflame added to them
several billets of wood which Father
Gutierrez passed up to him. Soon a
blaze was leaping upward, and, strongly
refleoted by the white sandstone shelf
above, lighted the whole space about
the cabin.
When the sergeant desoended again to
the floor, the men made a close observation
from the windows. Everything was
plainly visible to their eyes, and they
felt sure their own movements could
not be seen by the Indians. To the east
all was silent, and for a long time nothing
had been seen of the lurking foe.
To the west also the enemy seemed to
be absent but for the strange grinding
sound which had not ceased since it first
began, and which showed the Navajoes
were intending mischief. What it could
mean and what it could threaten w<as
the serious question.
The lieutenant adjusted his fieldglass
and looked across the dead level toward
the forest in the direction of the mysterious
sound, and on the edge of the
wood he saw a big log, about 3 feet in
diameter and 30 feet long, rolling slowly
in the direction of the cabin, propelled
by an unseen force.
Passing the glass to the sergeant, the
officer 6aid: "The Indians seem to be
rolling a log in this direction. See if
you can make out their purpose. "
"I think it quite plain, 6ir," replied
the sergeant after a long look. "When
we arrived there, our rifle ran ire was
clear for 800 yards, aud the Indians
could not approach without being exposed
to our fire for that distanca That
log 6eems to me to be a movable breastwork,
which can be rolled up to our
very door. There are probably 20 men
lying flat on their breasts pushing it,
and we cannot harm them."
"You are right, sergeant. Rather a
black prospect for us and our Mexioan
friends if we cannot stop it"
Again the maiden's voice was heard
translating the conversation of the two
soldiers to Padre Gutierrez and the sisters,
and again the lieutenant explained
the situation to his companions. The
sisters fell at once to telling their beads
and muttering tearful prayers, but the
priest oame forward with his rifle
grasped in a firm hand, and taking a
long look at the log said:
"Keep up a good heart, my daughters.
Something may happen to aid us,
and in the meantime we must try to aid
ourselves. Senor Raymer, I am a soldier
under your orders. Command me."
"Thank you, father. I have no doubt
but you will give a good account of
yourself should the Indians reach'us.
You see these blocks and planks leaning
against the wall?"
"Yes; they are the stops to the windows
and doors, are they not?"
"They are. Should it become necessary
for us to quickly close the doors
and windows I want you and your man
to stop those on the east side, and the
sergeant and I will olose these. Let ua
practice closing a few times now."
Tho practice was held, with good sue
cess, and the men gathered again on the
western side.
"Do you think we can keep .the Indians
off until help arrives?" asked the
padre.
"Perhaps. We must be ready to tako
advantage of all possible accidents. The
prospect looks dubious, and the enemy
outnumbers us, but much may occur before
that tree reaches our cabin."
"We will make them pay a good price
for our lives in any event."
The lieutenant took the priest by the
right hand, and the two men looked into
each other's eyes with a confidence and
respect begot of the resolute spirit each
recognized in the other.
The priest rejoined the sisters, and
dropping upon his knees joined them in
a prayer for aid. The lieutenant and
sergeant bowed reverently in the opposite
doorways, and at the close uttered
audi Die amens.
The two soldiers and the priest again
gathered at the western door and window
and silently and auxiously watched
the slowly rolling log as it came more
plainly into view. Not a glimpse of the
motive power could bo obtained, but it
ground and crunched its way along
with ominous certainty straight toward
the cabin.
Raymer turned over in his mind many
projects for staying its progress and dismissed
them regularly as impracticable.
At the rate the log was moving the
men could hope for no assistance from
the valley in season to save their lives.
Just as the lieutenant had como to this
conclusion the log stopped. Ho looked
through his glass and saw tho cause.
"Sergeant," he exclaimed, "the log
has struck a rock. Draw a bead on the
log! "Don't let a man jump over it to remove
the stone!"
The sergeant stood at tho open door,
the barrel of his rifle pressed against the
right doorpost ready for a movement of
the enemy above the tree, which had,
in fact, struck the only obstacle lying
between its starting place and the cabin.
All the efforts of the prostrate men behind
it had no effect upon the log except
to swing tho end farthest from the
obstacle slightly ahead.
"There seems to bo nothing for them
to do but to remove the stone. Keep a
sharp eye on the log, sergeant."
Raymer had hardly spoken when a
sudden discharge of rifles ran irregularly
along tho length of the log, and under
cover of the fire and smoke a stal?.? .*
lorvnrwl nvpr Rfiizfifl thfi
stone and had lifted it nearly to the top
when Sergeant Cunningham's rifle
spoke sharply.
The stone dropped on the side toward
the cabin. The Indian fell forward, with
his arms extended toward his friends.
A second warrior sprang upward to pull
his dead brother over the log, and a ball
from the priest's rifle made him topple
backward. Hands then drew the first
Indian backward without exposing the
bodies to which they belonged. The fire
of the Navajoes did 110 harm.
The blaze on the roof was replenished
from time to time and the vigilant
watch maintained.
For a long time the log remained motionless.
At last the sergeant, who was
still looking from the doorway, exclaimed:
"Lieutenant, the stone is moving! It's
Binkiug into the ground!"
Rayraer at the moment was looking
from the eastern window. By the time
he joined the sergeant there was no
Btone to be seen in front of the log.
"It is gone, and here comes the log,"
he said. "They must have dug underneath
with their knives and sunk the
stone."
"Yes, sir, and they're safe to move
that breastwork up to the cabin door
and make an end of us," said Cunningham.
"If there were two or three more
stones in the way, sergeant, the delay
might servo us until help arrives. "
"Let's put them in the way, lieutenant"
"What do you mean?"
"If you and the padre will cover me
with your rifles, I'll run out there and
drop a couple of big stones in the way."
"All right, sergeant and when you
return I'll droD two more. "
Explanations were made to the priest,
and preparations were begun to carry
out the plan. The sergeant replenished
the fire on the roof and then selected
from the loose rubbish which had been
torn from the top of the chimney two
good 6ized stones.
Removing his shoes, the sergeant,
with the assistance of the lieutenant,
raised the rocks into the hollow of his
elbows, holding them firmly against his
breast. The two others stood with their
rifles in their hands at window and
doorway and revolvers at their feet. At
the word the sergeant started out at a
rapid walk, setting uls feet without
noise and going neatly to the moving
log. He dropped the stones, one before
the other, about three yards part, without
attracting the red men's attention,
and regained the cabin without a shot
being fired on either side.
Now it was the officer's turn. The
same preparations were made in his case
as in the sergeant's, and he selected
stones of nearly the same weight.' Feeling
that ho must not be outdone by his
brave comrade, after leaving one stone
in line with the other he took the last
even nearer than any had been placed.
As he was about to drop it a loud yell of
warning rang from the east side of the
ravine, and an Indian looked over the
log and fired his rifle.
The bullet struck the falling rock and
sent a shower of stinging splinters into
Raymer's face. He turned and fled, his
face streaming with blood
With the discharge of tho Indian's
weapon tho priest and sergeant opened a
rapid fusillade with their revolvers and
successfully covered the retreat to the
cabin. But all saw that they had taken
their last chance at obstacle dropping.
Several terribly long hours had crept
past since the party had seen Vic's
plumy tail turn the butte on her errand
to the valley, and judging by the time
it had taken the Navajoes to bore a tunnel
under their log and undermine the
first sergeant's trigging stone it was estimated
that two more hours must pass
before tho next three obstructions could
be removed unless tho foe took a more
speedy method.
It was fully nine miles to camp, and
the dog could easily reach there in an
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ou the way. But if she had been killed
by the besiegers before she reached the
uortk end of the butt- or had been torn
in pieces by the gray wolves!
Should the log once reach the cabin,
although no one gave utterance to the
thought, all knew that no one would
survive the struggle. The men resolved
that the price of their lives should be
dear to the enemy. .
While the defenders stood silently at
their posts watching tho relentless rolling
of the log or its silent waiting while
the obstructing stones were being undermined,
speculating in no very hopeful
vein over these probabilities, there
came a scratch at the eastern door. As
the men Razed a: each other in the dim
light ' reflected dowr. the chimney,
startled by the unexpected sound, the
scratch was repeated, accompanied by
a whine and low bark.
"God bless us, lieutenant, it's Vio
como back!" exclaimed the sergeant,
springing to the door and opening it.
In walked Vie, and appoaching Raymer
she dropped a stick at his feet and
The /.n'fef struck the fallin'j rock.
oegan capering aT>ont the room, licking
the hands and faces of every one. The
sisters embraced and fondled her, weeping
tears of joy upon her neck, and the
yonng lady uttered musical and endearing
expressions in Spanish, for which
English has no equivalent. All seemed
for the moment to forget that even if
help was on the way it could not havo
come on the fleet feet of this gentle pet
It was some minutes before the lieutenant
secured the setter and quieted her
so that her collar could be examined for
the expected reply from the valleys.
When secured, Raymer climbed half
way up the chimney to read it by the
roof fire. It was written in the following
words:
Camp at Los Valles Grandes, l
Oct. 1804. f
Lieutenant?Message received. Corporal
Coffey and eight of the beat runners, in the
company leave here at 10:15 p. tn.
James Mulligan,
Sergeant Company F, ?th Infantry.
"Come here, little doggie," said Sergeant
Cunningham. "If we get out of
this hobble, the company Bhall buy a
silver collar for you.''
"And I," said a voice in the corner,
"will add a medal of honor to be attached
to it."
"I wonder who that mysterious maiden
in the corner can be?" thought Raymer.
"Priest and sisters do not intend
I shall know her evidently. If her face
is as fair as her voice is sweet, she must
be beautiful. She speaks English without
a flaw, and something in her voice
seems familiar. I cannot imagine how
such a person as she seems to be can be
on the way from Jemez to Pena Blanca "
"If the detail marches at the regulation
gait of three miles an hour," observed
the lieutenant aloud, "it should
bo here at a quarter past 1, and it is
now a quarter of 12. "
"The men will do much better than
that, sir, "said the sergeant, "if they
keep on the road. The trouble will be
in sticking to the trail. They have never
been this way."
"As the intersection of this trail and
the other is not far from here, "said
Raymer, "we will take a shot at that
log once a minute from now on, and
the sound may attract our friends."
Firing was begun at once, the rifles
being aimed at the under side of the log,
where it touched the earth. All felt
confident that this would send some
gravel into the eyes of the rollers, if it
did no other damage.
The second stone dropped by the defenders
was undermined and sunk, and
the log had paused at the third, less
than a hundred yards away. As it came
on Sergeant Cunningham, who had gono
up the chimney to replenish the fire,
6aid he could see the prostrate bodies of
two warriors revealed beyond?good
evidence that both his and the padre's
shots had proved fatal. If the next two
stones should bo removed as rapidly as
the others, all feared the Indians would
reach the cabin before the rescuing party
arrived.
The time, marked by the periodical
shots at the log, dragged wearily on
when measured by their anxiety for tho
appearance of tho rescuing detail, but
flew when they watched the unrelaxing
persistency with which the eneinymovod
toward the cabin. The hopes raised by
Vic's return were already weighted with
the certainty of their fate should tho
soldiers arrive too late.
Knowing nothing of the use to which
Raynier had put his dog, tho Navajoes
looked upon the occupants of the cabin
as sure prey and were probably in no
haste to reach them. It was in their
uature to prolong the visions of a cruel
fate in the minds of their intended victims.
Tho third stone disappeared, and the
log moved with a louder grating over
the gravelly soil to the last obstacle,
about 80 yards away, and stopped.
"I think, lieutenant," said Cunningham,
"I could hit those legs now from
the top of the chimney."
' 'All right, sergeant. Go up and try,"
replied Rayiuer. "A redskin with a
broken leg can do uh as little injury as
one with a broken head."
The words were hardly spoken and
the sergeant had barely reached the fireplace
when, as if anticipating this
movement, two figures leaped over the
end of the log nearest the perpendicular
rock, ran to the corner formed by tho
cabin and wall, and by the aid of the
dovetailed ends of the logs climbed
quickly to the roof, tho shots of the
priest and lieutenant having 110 effect.
Instantly every Indian broke into a
warwhoop. From behind tho log, from
tho roof and from the forest to tho east
of the ravine it came and chilled tho
blood of the whites.
As if the movement had been previously
planned, tho two warriors on
the roof b"gau at once to throw and
sweep tho brands and coals of the bonfire
down the chimney, where they
rolled over the floor, mingling with tho
scattered straw and pine plumes. A
blanket was thrown over the ton of the I
chimney to prevent n draft, and, the besieged
having closed doors and windows,
the interior was soon filled with
stifling smoke
CHAPTER IV.
The horses, frightened by the coals
running between their feet and scorched
by the burning hay, plunged frantically
about, endangering the limbs of the
men and women and adding to tho din
of the whooping red men. The eyes of
all wero smarting painfully, and they
felt themselves strangling and choking
in the thick and poisonous atmosphere.
To remain in the house was to be
burned alive or killed by the plunging
animals. To leave it was to perish perhaps
in a still more hoiTible manner.
Just as Raymer and his companions
wero on tho brink of despair the clear,
musical voice of the young lady rang
out:
"They are here?the soldiers! Hark!
Harkl"
Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping! They
heard the sound of rifle shots. The warwhoops
ceased and were followed by a
good, honest cheer. Wns there ever
sweeter music?
The blanket was quickly snatched
from the chimney top, and two thuds on
the east side of tho cabin showed the
Indians had left the roof. A general
scurrying of feet and other thuds down
the perpendicular bank to. the spring
showed the besiegers were in full retreat
Doors
were flung open, the rescuing
party rushed in, and before a greeting
was said feet and butts of muskets were
sweeping brands, coals and burning
straw into the fireplace, and the roaring
draft was fast clearing the air.
There was joy all aroiud and a cordial
shaking of hands. Snatched from
the jaws of a cruel death, the rescued
were exuberant in their sense of relief.
The horses were led outside and picketed,
and the men looked about to see
what casualties had befallen thfe Indians.
Only four had bf?au killed?two
by the defenders and two by the rescuers.
There were evidences that sonic
had been wounded and escaped. A fire
was kindled on the open space, a guard
pasted and the cabin given up to the
sisters and their charge. A lunch was
prepared and eaten, and after an exchange
of adventures the soldiers and
priest w rapped themselves in their blankets
and went to sleep.
At daybreak the lieutenant and his
men ate a cold breakfast and made
preparations for a return march to the
valleys. Padre Gutierrez and the women
also made ready, and all took the
trail together.
About a mile north of the butte the
trail forked, the one to the right going
to the town of Peua Blanca on the Rio
uraiuie. AI mis point faure txutierrez
aiul the two sisters took lenve of the
lieutenant and sergeant, with many
thanks for the protection they had received
and generous com mend ation of
their soldierly bravery. The priest declarcd
his intention to take an early*oppertunity
to visit the valley and urged
Raymer to come often to his house at
Jeuiez.
During this exchange of courtesies the
young lady, still closely veiled and
shawled, sat on her pony a considerable
distance away. When her companions
joined her and all were riding away,
Vic began behaving in a curious manner.
She would run after her master,
leap and circle about him for a moment,
then dash after the departing Mexicans,
leap and circle about the young lady
and then return to her master. This 6he
did again and again, tho lieutenant
halting to watch her.
When the Mexicans had reached the
crest of an ascent and their features
were still plainly visible, Vic being
now with them, the girl slipped out of
her saddle, threw back her veil, and
stooping took tho dog in her .arms and
pressed her face against the animal's.
In rising again tho shawl fell away, and
Raynier recognized Teresa Valencia.
As ho gazed, lost in wonderment at
this revelation, Padre Gutierrez sprang
to the ground, assisted the young lady
to remount and hurried her away. Not
one of the four again looked back, and
shortly afterward Vic joined her master,
appearing dejected and disappointed.
Raymer urged his horse into a gallop
oiw] Avnvf/w^lr fln? rlnfnphinotlt.
"Well," thought lie, "if the old saw,
'Love me, love my dog,' coald be transposed
into 'Love my dog, love me,' 1
might have reason to congratulate myself
011 some of the incidents of this trip
to Jeniez."
The lieutenant's party reached camp
at noon and tho detail from Jemez a little
later. After a few days' rest the old
routine was resumed, the time being
spent 111 scouting, hunting, fishing,
watching Indians and the cutting and
hauling of fuel for the fires during tho
coming winter.
In this duty tho young officer had
seen tho leaves turn from green to brown
and yellow, fall to the earth and whirl
through the valley, driven by the autuinu
wind. He had seen the green surface
of tho broad basin ripen and bleach
and tho mountaiu slopes and ravines
open more plainly to view, the eveigrcen
trees appearing more dense and
dark as their deciduous companions were
stripped of their foliage.
Fall had passed ami December was in
its last week when the lieutenant one
evening sat by his lire reading the periodicals
which the cavaiiy expressmen
had brought a few hour* before. He was
alone, for his companion, Vic, had been
lent to his friend Reed and sent to Santa
Fo to accompany him 011 a hunting
trip. Ho was about to light a candle
when his attention was attracted by
running footsteps, followed by a sharp
tattoo 011 his door. To bis "Como in!"
First Sergeant Cunningham entered, re
moved his cap mm stood at an attention.
"What is it, sergeant?" asked Raymer.
"There is a Mexican boy ontside
wants to see the commanding officer,"
answered the sergeant
"Bring him in."
"That's not so easy, sir. His leg is
broken, and he appears to be badly cnt
up in other ways. He fell from his pony
as he entered the parade."
"I'll go to him, sergeant," 6aid the
lientenant, rising and throwing on his
cape. "Has he said anything?"
"Nothing, except that lie wants to
see el comandante immediatanieute."
TO BK CONTINUED NEXT WEDNESDAY.
ittiocrUiincous grading.
HAPPY ACCIDENTS.
Some of the most celebrated discoveries
in the world of science and art
have been the result of a happy accident.
The worker striving earnestly
for one thing finds that, while failiug
iu his original quest, he has attained
another and far more wonderful
one.
The discovery of steam was one of
these "happeuings," as we all know.
The boy Watt, always thoughtful and
planuing, sat one day by bis mother's
kitchen fire. There was the teakettle
swinging from its hook, and the steam
violently lifted the kettle lid. As it
arose and fell, and the boy's eyes.followed
the motion, his brain was fired
with the thought: "If this small puff
of steam can move the iron lid, why
would not a larger amount move a
larger object?" and the whole subject
of steam navigation was there in a
nutshell.
The quick wit of a woman discovered
the strange force now known as
galvanism. The wife of a celebrated
savanti, Galvani, of Bologna, Italy,
one day idly looking at some dead
frogs, just skinned for some purpose
of scientific investigation, when suddenly
the legs moved convulsively.
She called her husband's attention to
the phenomenon, and soon from thai
one small starting point he evolved
the wonderful theory and principle of
the galvanic battery.
Glass is made from melted sand, as
all schoolboys know; but the discovorv
was one of merest chance. According
to history, a number of sailors
were ship-wrecked upon the coast of
Spain, and building a fire upon the
sand to. dry tbeir dripping garments,
found, after the fire died down, a crystalline
substance, which was the first
glass known to mankind.
The pendulum of our modern clock
was the result of a chance look of
Galileo, as he stood in the cathedral
and saw the chandelier oscillate back
an forth. He had the genius to apply
the discovery, and thus clocks were
invented in the year 1639.
The beautiful gloss aud smooth surface
of our satin fabrics are all the
lucky find of an ordinary weaver.
One day, when trade was dull, this
man walked back and forth before his
loom, thinking how he could increase
his business. Each time he passed the
machine he pulled short threads from
the work, and carelessly placing them
in his mouth, he rolled them over and
over, and finally spat them on the
floor. After awhile he picked up one
of these balls of silk thread, and upon
unrolling it was astonished at its brilliancy.
Catching the idea, he made experiments,
and finally produced the
beautiful satin.
Many more of these happy accidents
might be mentioned?the fall of the
apple that led Newton to the theory of
gravitation ; the flying kite of Benjamin
Franklin that drew down lightning
from the skies ; the bit of silver
wire that suggested to Dr. Marion
Sims his great surgical theory ; the
discovery of modern porcelain, and of
lithography. History abounds in these
incidents, and no doubt the world will
yet he enriched by many more benefactions
resulting from a happy accident
or a careless suggestion lodging
in an earnest thoughtful mind, prepared
by deep study over other problems
to receive it.?Onward.
OAS AT 15 CENTS PER 1,00(1 FEET.
A test of acetylene, the new illuminant,
which, it is claimed, will be
largely used in place of ordinary gas,
was recently given in Washington in
the presence of a large number of
spectators by Dr. J. J. Ruckert, who
entered into a history of the discovery
and the characteristics of the new
product. Mr. T. L. Wilson, of Spray,
N. C., the inventor ; Mr. E. \ Dicken..rwi
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were also present. Several chemical
experiments were made, showing that
the gas has a pungent odor, and that
it burus with a clear, steady and penetrating
flame. The four burners used
gave sufficient light for the large hall,
and the audience greeted the exhibition
with cheers. The calcium carbide
which coutains 62J parts by weight of
calcium and 37i parts of curbou. made
by combining the two in an electric
furnace, is a porous substance, dark
brown of color, and giving ofF a pungent
odor. Coal dust and other waste
products of coal mining are used for j
obtaining the carbon.
Dr. Suckert in the course of his lecture,
stated that in unfavorable locations
the carbide has been produced
for $17 a ton, but it was believed that
upon a larger scale and in a suitable
location the cost can be reduced to $5
per ton. At an assumed cost of $15
per ton an illuminating power equal to i
the city burner can be procured at a
cost of 15 cents per 1,000 feet. Of the
two methods of producing the gas in
residences, one is by adding water to
the carbide and conducting the gaa to
a large tank, where it can be stored,
but the method employed by the company
is the reduction of the gas to a
liquid form under a pressure of 40 atmospheres
into steel cylinders with a
capacity of three pounds weight, or
43$ cubic feet of gas. With the presure
used in the hall, each burner would
consume 1.2 cubie feet per hour of 60
candle power. The tanks are adapted
for attachment to the service in the
cellars of structures, and can be changed
at will.
The manufacture of this compound
will form a new industry which mn?
be established throughout the South.?
Manufacturer's Record.
THE FACE OF THE WATCH.
We believe it was George Augustus
Sala who once said he would think
himnolP ?nf? in hettinc a five-Dound
note that not more than one person
out of a score could tell correctly, offhand,
in what way the four is represented
on a watch or clock-dial.
Most people, without looking, would
say IV instead of IIII. And why
should it not be IV ? Well, here is
the story. The first clock which kept
anything like accurate time was constructed
by a certain Henry Vick, in
1370. It was made to the order of
Charles V, of France, who was called
"The Wise." Wise he certainly was
in some respects, but be did not know
everything, though he liked to pretend
that he did. When Vick brought
him his clock, he looked closely at its
movements for sometime. "Yes, it
works very well," he said at length,
"but you have got the figures on the
dial wrong." "Surely not, your majesty,"
said Vick. "Yes, that four
should be four ones." You are wrong,
your Majesty." "I am uever wrong."
thundered the king. "Take it away
and correct the mistake." Vick did
as commanded, and so to this day we
have IIII, when we should really have
IV. It is not generally known that
watches uiuy be used as compasses,
yet such is the case. Point the hour
hand to the sun, and the south is exactly
half-way between the hour and the
XII on the watch. For instance, supposing
that it is 4 o'clock. Point the
band indicating 4 o'clock to the sun,
and II ou the watch is exactly south.
Suppose that it is 8 o'clock ; point the
hand indicating 8 to the sun and the
figure X ou the watch is due south. .
HOW A SERMON*WAS MADE.
The preacher was out of money and
out of meat. He would not go in
debt. He was depressed. He could
not study. From Monday morning to
Saturday afternoon he studied and
prayed, but could not even choose a
text. As he stood at the window, book
and pencil in hand, and pondered the
question, What shall I preach about
tomorrow ? a colored man walked past
the window toward the back door with'
a quarter of beef on his shoulder.
The preacher answered the knock at
the kitchen door, when the following
dialogue took place:
Colored Man?Heahs a quarta of
beef fur yo'.
Preacher?There must be some mistake,
I have not ordered a quarter of
beef.
Colored Man?Dars no mistake, sah,
dis is vo' beef sartin and shuah.
Preacher?Well, sir, I am glad there
is no mistake, but who sent it ?
Colored Man?Wall now, boss, I was
jist tole to fetch it to yo' and answer
no questings.
The quarter of beef was put away
and a good steak cut to broil for supper.
As its savory odors penetrated
the room where the preacher sat and
pondered, his heart grew tender and
his confused mind cleared. He concluded
that God had rA)t forgotten him.
Without effort he selected a text, and
prepared a sermon, which he preached
with so much effect the next morning
that an old brother in the congregation
said, "I believe our preacher has been
converted over. He has certainly got
more religion." The fact was he had
only gotten a quarter of beef.
A quarter of a century has passed
since that day, and the preucher don't
know where the beef came from, but
when money and meat are scarce, he
whispers to himself, Trust in the Lord
and do good, so shalt thou dwell in the
land and verily thou sail be fed."
The Major's Deer Hunt.?Major
Champion, in his book "On the Frontier,"
describes a deer hunt, in the
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\n >t iiilii uc iuuiju uirs
astride the body of the deer, while an
Indian stood a Ijttle way ofl', bow aud
arrow in hand. By sign he made the
white man understand that he had
wounded the deer, and the dog pulled
it down. Then he cut up the deer,
tied the forehead of it up in the skin,
and placed it on one side. The other
half* he laid at Major Champion's feet
delivering himself of a speech in the
Ute language. The white man understood
his meaning, but not a word of
his address. The Indian and the dog
had killed the deer together, and the
dog's owner was entitled to half the
game.
The major was equal to the emergency.
He rose and delivered in full
the classical declamation, "My Name
is Norval," with appropriate gestures,
just as he had many times given it at
school. Nothing could have been
better. The Indian aud the white
man shook hands with efTusion, and
each with his share of the venison
rode away.