IA THOUSAND MILES WITH |
I AN ARMY OF SHEEP. |
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By R. H. Daly, of Omaha, Neb.
I have for years been engaged at
various times in the handling of sheep,
being what is called a "sheep feeder."
A "feeder" is a man who receives
sheep from the ranges into the l'eod
lots, where they are fattened for mar
ket; and he is distinguished from a
"breeder," who grows his sheep on
(he range. Some years since I con
tracted with a Mexican gentleman liv
ing in Santa Fe, in New Mexico, to
buy SO,OOO New Mexico sheep. Owing
to some difficulties with the railnvul
T-oiupany in the matter of felglit rates
£ determined to have the sheep
'trailed through" to Nebraska, which
n Western parlance means driving
rliem overland. My ranch and feed lots
tvsre at that time located at Stevenson,
n Central Nebraska; and it was qiy
Intention to get the sheep to my yards,
there fatten them on grain, and then
send them to the Omaha market.
1 had contracted for tlie sheep in
l FEW "SMALL LOTS" OF THE GKEAT AIIMY STRIKING ACROSS TIIE TLU>
the spring, and if I had consigned !
them by train I sliould not have re- j
ceived them all before October. But
as I decided to "tail" them in, it was
necessary to receive them in the
spring, for the drive would certainly
take close upon six months.
In the month of April I engaged ray
men; I also bought two good heavy
carts as "grug wagons;" four strong
mules, and two good saddle-horses, to
gether with all camp utensils and oth
er necessities for the trip. The wag
ons, mules, etc., I sent down to Santa
Pe by freight. My men sent, at the
same time their tarpaulins and blank
ets. Two men next went down with
the goods and animals to take care of
them. The others followed with me
a little later on a passenger train.
i Altogether there were seventeen men
in my employ detailed to bring the
sheep through. Two were to act as
foremen, two as cooks, and the others
as herders. It was necessary to divide
the sheep into two flocks for driving;
hence the two foremen and cooks. I
bought my supplies in Nebraska, lie
cause I could get them cheaper there
than in Santa Fe. and, besides, I was
sure of getting what 1 wanted.
Arrived at Santa Fe, we immedi
ately set about getting the sheep to
gether ready for their long drive. The
Mexican with whom 1 had contracted
for the 110,000 had, in turn, sub-con
tracted with numerous small Mexican
ranchmen for the required number.
His agreement with me was to deliver
at Santa Fe the specified number and
quality of animals. There were sev
•' reasons for buying in this way.
• the Mexicans in the out
; know nothing of money
cheques, and gold would
•ompany every purchase,
orse these wild hills and
i money in one's posses
',>e positive madness, tin
, one had a well-armed
. a body-guard,
small bands of sheep were
light in and grazed around
until finally my Mexican
'itigli his interpreter tiiat
jly to hand over the lot.
ees. by the way, usually
to speak English, and so
ms have to be conducted
interpreter.
.r'.it 18.000 lambs and 12,-
~d three-year-old wethers,
idertook to count the wetli
ock, or band as it is termed
"rounded up" and got ready
rough tiie corrals. Two
•ais were constructed, side
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then turn them out ami hold thorn to
gether while I counted the rest. It
turned out later that this gave us
plenty to do, and besides, save abun
dant chances for fraud. From what
follows you will understand why I do
not give ihe Mexican's name. The
corral was filled with sheep and I took
my station at the chute to count as
they streamed through. Now. it is
dizzy work counting sheep. I could
count up to about 500, and then I
would become so dizzy watching the
swiftly moving stream of animals that
I would have suddenly to shut the
gate that closed the narrow exit,
which was just wide enough for a
sheep to pass through. This done, I
would .lot down the number in my
note-book and then let my foreman,
John Martin, take my place as long as
he could stand it. We were getting
along nicely, and had counted up to
(>OOO, when Martin made an unpleas
ant discovery. The gate which was
the entrance to the first corral was
next to the partition fence, and the
"greaser"' who was tending the gate
was forcing sheep through (lie loose
fence back into the first corral, when
they would be counted the second
time!
Martin at once informed me of the
fraud, and I stopped the count and
hailed our Mexican friend. To our
accusations he replied with a digni
fied "No sabe." Martin then hustled
ui) the swarthy interpreter, and we
gave them some lively talk, but it left
the senor quite undisturbed. The in
terpreter finally told us the greaser
'•wouldn't do it again," but that did
not settle for what had been recount
en. The delay was annoying and it
took us the whole of that day to count
the 12.000 wethers and get them out
so we could hold them safely that
idglit.
The next morning the wethers were
started on their thousand-mile trip to
Nebraska. The 12.000 animals were
divided into five bands, each in charge
of a herder on foot. One extra man
went along to act as night watch.
The cook traveled in the wagon, and
the foreman of the gang. Tom Bar
rett, rode on horseback.
The day after starting the wethers
Martin and I undertook to count the
18,000 lambs. As on the first day, we
were well under way when we discov
ered another fraud. One of my men
detected a "greaser" in the act of
driving a small band, which had been
counted and turned out, around
through a ravine and back towards
the host of sheep waiting to enter the
first corral. We stopped the swindler
in time, however. 1 then scattered my
men out at all points where fraud
might be attempted, and then proceed
ed with the count.
The morning after we had counted
the lambs we stated them after the
others. 1 hired a horse from a Santa
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HE VAST "AISMY" SAFELY INSTALLED IN MIL DALY'S FEED LOTS I
Fe sta! )U' inul went with them for a
short distance, riding on ahead with
Martin to overtake the lirst outfit.
Convinced that the men knew their
business and would make the great
divide without serious trouble. I re
turned to Santa Fe. Then, as my
business interests would not permit of
longer absence, I returned to Nebras
ka by rail. As to the details of the
trip, Mr. Charles Taylor, who was one
of my herders and is still in my em
ploy, will give them:
I started as a herder with the bunch
of lambs which Mr. Daly had bought
in Santa Fe. and was with tin- out lit
for the whole trip. There were some
features of the trip which might have
been called hardships, but I myself
enjoyed it. I have worked with sheep
the greater part of ten years, and do
>t mind a little inconvenience.
>ur IS. Ouo lambs were run in si?:
'is, with a herder in charge o.*
so there were live herders In-
Myself. Mr. Martin was fore
'ir crew, Frank Willis was
wajrou, and .Tolm Xorrls
'er. We left Santa Fe
May, and the we.ith
• second dav we
' vet hers which
•e getting the
best of the feoil and not leaving
tender stuff tor our lambs.
Tliey were travelling slowly, and Mr.
WITH THIS SMALL ORJFLTR TNR MEN" AC
COMPLISHED THEIMOBEAT TASK OF
DRIVING 30,000 H*EL' A THOUSAND
MILES. M
Martin determined to get ahead. So
we made a night drive, overtook them,
made a eireuit around their camp, and
the next morning our In nibs were lead
ing the w
New Mexico is always a dry region,
and the spring had been unusually
dry, so that the grass was not very
good and the dust something terrible.
I>ust, by tiie way, is always the worst
feature of the trail. The cloud that
hangs over the flock looks, from a
distance, like the smoke from a prai
rie fire. Our faces were black most of
the time. We all wore eye shields of
tinted Isinglass to protect our eyes,
otherwise SOIIM of us might have gone
blind.
After wo had passed Las Vegas,
some fifty miles from Santa IV. we be
gan to descend from the high levi Is
to the lower plains, and the hills were
almost impassable.
From Las Vegas on into Colorado the
grass was burned brown with the
drought, and water was scarce. Of
course we had to depend on ponds or
streams for our water supply. Some
of it was pretty thick—"thick enough.'
the hoys said, "to carry in a gunny
sack." But a man is not at all par
ticular when lie is "on tin 1 trail."
Sheep are not heavy drinkers and can
do without water if there are heavy
dews on the grass, but on this occa
sion the air was so dry that dews
were very light, and much of the time
there were none at all. Finally, we
were without water altogether, and
for live days the sheep had 110 water
at all. We hoarded the little we had,
but at length it was all gone. For
two whole days, in intense July heat,
we hadn't a drop for ourselves. The
sheep had been five days without wa
ter wlieu we approached the Canadian
liiver. We were fully a mile from the
bank when the poor animals scented
the" water and stampeded. We did
our very best, but we might as well
have tried to stop the wind. In one
mad whirling rush, gathering speed
as tliey went, the bands crowded to
gether and reached the river in a
dense, struggling mass. They plunged
in, climbing over each other, and pil
ing up until it looked as if we might
lose them all. We, of course, plunged
after them, towing, dragging, and
throwing sheep out of the river, until
every man was quite exhausted. \\ hen
we got the flock out of the tangle we
found there was 110 fewer than Sot)
lambs drowned. Mr. Martin rode back
to warn the other outfit to hold their
bands at a safe distance from the riv
er and bring 011 one band at a time.
This was done, and so they were able
to get across without loss.
Of course we had to replenish our
stores occasionally, and our cook
would go across country to some town
near us when we needed something.
Our principal fare was bread, bacon
and gravy. Bread was baked every
day in the big camp kettle. It might
be supposed that we had mutton for
dinner sometimes, but we did not.
though we had nearly 30,000 sheep in
front of us. Very few sheep men will
eat mutton. I myself would have to
bo verv hungry indeed to eat it.
We followed no roads, but struck
out across open country wherever for
age was good. At night we always
tried to find it hillside for the camp.
Sheep have a great many peculiar no
tions, and will only lie down quietly
on a hillside. We made only about
eight miles a day, as we gave the
sheep plenty of time to graze. While
the rest of us slept the night watcn
went his rounds, moving about the
edge of the camp and keeping a sharp
look-out for wolves. Both our outfit
and the Hock of wethers were man
aged in the same way.
Passing through Colorado we often
had to cross ranches, for there is but
little open range left in the eastern
part of the State. And sometimes we
were hard pressed to keep from dam
aging crops. On several occasions
ranchmen demanded small damages,
which Mr. Martin always paid.
It was early summer when we start
ed, and we kept on through midsum
mer in the dry heat and alkali dust
till the grass was browned by frost.
Across Nebraska we took the straight
est line for the Platte River to get
water. We reached the river opposite
North Platte—the very first town I had
seen in a journey of nine hundred
miles. . . _ .
On one occasion we approached a
large cornfield, nad found that we
could save time miles by golni
through it instead of around. Martit!
s:ild, simply, "Take 'em through," and
we did. . On the farther side stood a
man with a shot-gun waiting for us.
"What's the damage?" asked Mr.
Martin.
"Twenty dollars, and not a cent
loss," answered the farmer. Martin
paid him the money and on we went.
We reached the little town of Stev
enson o:i the evening of the last day
of September—just live months from
the day we started. The second bunch
had overtaken in, and we went
through the town with our twenty
nine thousand odd sheep. The fog of
dust we raised nearly smothered the
town.
i enjoyed the whole drive, and we
all came through In the best of health.
I found I had gained twenty pounds
in weight and never felt better.
(Signed) ('HAS. TAYLOR.
The sheep came through their thou
sand-mile drive in good condition —
much better than if they had been
"shipped" In. Since that time many
other sheepmen have followed my ex
ample and trailed in their sheep.—
The Wide World Magazine.
"'."LITTLE INDIAN PRINCESS."
Something About Lenora Porter's Rare
Accomplishment*.
"The Little Indian Princess" is the
sobriquet applied to Miss Lenora Por
ter. the twelve-year-old daughter of
General Pleasanton Porter, chief of
the Creek Indians and the wisest man
of the five civilized tribes.
Miss Porter Is heiress to nearly
*1,000,000 and the most beautiful In-
MISS LENORA rOKTEK.
iliau child in Indian Territory, accord
ing to unanimous vote of the photog
raphers. She is highly accomplished
nyd can play and sing with the skill
of a professional. The Indians call
her princess. She is a half-blood
Creek. She lives with her parents in
the "white house"of the Creeks at
Okmulgee, and every spring entertains
the children of the tribe tit a May
party on the capltol grounds, where
they crown her "queen of the May."
Pleasanton Porter has been three
times elected chief of the Creeks and
is a wealthy man. lie is well edu
cated and says his daughter shall have
as good and thorough an education
as money can buy.
All ITiubretlu Tent.
... iif •§§,
M 'f r - /1 - *" ' "
A new umbrella tent is now used
by hunters and soldiers. It has a
c» ntrat peie, with sliding collar and
ribs, and is opened and closed like an
umbrella. When closed the canvas is
rolled around the pole, umbrella fash
ion.
An Ornament From South Afrloi.
Horns of the hartbeast, nn African
antelope, are capable of taking a high
i polish and are much cherished as or-
I naments in this country. Mounted
on ebony, like those shown In the 11-
, lustration, they are handsome in tL>*
i extreme.
a j DK. TALMAGE'S SERMON.
K I SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BR THE NOTED
i DIVINE.
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a Subject! I.ire'a Stormy Way—lf I* Hough
| Saiiliiu Without Chrint in the Ship—
C, | lie Smooth* the Pathway for Those
Who Trust in Jllm.
it [CorjTtßht l'.'OU.l
U WASHINGTON, D. C.—Dr. Talmage. who
13 now i:i Kurope preaching to immense
congregations in the great cities, sends
this sermon, in which he describes the
y rough places of life and indicates the best
J, means oi getting over tlieni and shows how
many people fail to understand their best
11 blessings; text, Mark iv, 3t>, ''And He
t arose and rebuked the wind, and said unto
the sea, Peace, be still."
. Here in Capernaum, the seashore vil
lage, was the temporary home of that
e Christ who for the most of His life was
homeless. On the site of tins village, now
pin ruins, and all around this lake what
scenes of kindness and power and glory
'• and pathos when our Lord lived here! I
s can understand the feeling of tli - immor
tal Scotchman, Robert McCheyne, when,
silti 112on the banks of this lake, he wrote:
It is not that the wild gazelle
Comes down to drink thy tide.
- But He that was pierced to save from liell
U Oft wandered by thy side.
Graceful around thee the mountains meet,
Thou calm, reposing sea,
- But, ah, far more the beautiful feet
Of Jesus walked o'er thee.
I can easily understand from the con
tour of the country that bounds this lake
that storms were easily tempted to make
e these waters their playground. This lake
in Christ's time lay in a scene of great
luxuriance; the surrounding hills, ter
-0 raced, sloped, graved; so many hanging
gardens of beauty. On the shore were eas
lT - | ties, armed towers, Roman baths, every
. j thing attractive and beautiful —all styles
1 | oi vegetation in smaller space than in c.l
--u j most any other space in the world, from
j the palm tree of the forest to the trees of
„ I rigorous climate. It seemed as ii the
| Lord had launched one wave of beauty
: on all the scene and it hung and swung
- from rock and hill and oleander. Roman
gentlemen in pleasure boats mailing this
fake, and countrymen in fishing smacks
coming down to drop their nets pass each
other with nod and shout and laughter or
swinging idly at their moorings. Oh, what
l a beautiful scene!
j It seems as if we shall have a quiet
' night. Not a leaf quivered in the air, not
a ripple disturbed the face of Gennesarct.
' But there seems to be a little excitement
! tip the beach, and we hasten to see what
! it is. and we find it an embarkation. From
| the western shore a flotilla pushing out;
! rot a squadron of deadly armament, nor
! clipper with valuable merchandise, nor
: piratic vessels ready to destroy everything
; they could seize, but a flotilla, bearing
messengers of light and life and peace.
J Christ is in the stern of the boat. Ilis
I disciples are in the bow and amidships,
j Jesus, weary with much speaking to large
j multitudes, is put into somnolence by the
rocking of the waves. If there was any
motion at all, the ship was easily righted;
1 if the wind passed from starboard to lar
! board, the boat would rock and, ov the
gentleness of the motion, putting the Mas
ter asleep. And they extemporized a pil
; low made out of a fisherman's coat. 1
: think no sooner is Christ prostrate and
! His head touched the pillow than He is
! sound asleep. The breezes of the lake run
' their fingers through the locks of the worn
i sleeper, and the boat rises and falls like
j a sleeping child on the bosom of a sleep-
I ing mother.
I Calm night, starry night, beautiful
night! Run up all the sails, ply all the
oars, and let the large boat and the small
boat glide over gentle Gennesaret. But
the sailors say there is going to be a
change of weather. And even the pas
j se tigers can hear the moaning of the storm
as it comes on with great stride and all
, the terrors of hurricane and darkness.
I'lie large boat trembles like a deer at bay
I- i among the clangor of the hounds; great
ii patches of team are flung into the air;
ii , the sails of the vessel loosen and in the
strong wind crack like pistols; the smaller
" boats, like petrels, poise on the cliffs of
d the waves and then plunge. Overboard
;l : go cargo, tackling and masts, and the
j drenched disciples rush into the back part
' .if the boat and lay hold of Christ and say
is | unto Him, "Master, carest Thou not that
v we perish?"' Thai great personage lifts
* Ilis head from th; pillow of the lisher
„ man's coat, walks o the front of the ves
; sol and looks out into the storm. All
>e iround Him arc the smaller boats, driven
i in the tempest, and through it comes the
I -i'y of drowning men. By the Hash of the
lightning 1 see the calm brow of Christ as
'o : the spray dropped from His beard, lie
,JI has one word for tne sky and another for
j the waves. Looking upward. He cries,
! "l'eace!" Looking downward, tie say-,
> "Be still!" The waves fall flat on their
J faces, the foam melts, the extinguished
: stars relight iheir torches. The tempest
i falls dead, and Christ stands with Ilis
j toot on the neck oi the storm. And while
j the sailors are baling out tne boats and
i (.'bile they are trying to untangle the cord
j ige the disciples si .-id in amazement, now
: looking into the calm sea, then into the
calm sky, then into the calm Saviour's
I countenance, and they cry out, "What
; manner of a man is this, that even the
j [ winds and the sea obey Him?"
j The subject, in the first place, impresses
■ me with the fact tlia* it is very important
j to have Christ in the ship, for all those
! boats would have gone to the bottom of
j Uennesaret if Christ had not been present,
j Oh, what a lesson for you and for me to
i learn! Whatever voyage we undertake,
I into whatever enterprise we star:, let us
I always have Christ in tiie ship. All you
can do with utmost tension of body, mind
! and soul you tire bound to do, but, oh,
j have Christ in every enterprise!
There are men w. > ask (rod's help at
| t!:e beginning ot great enterprises. He
I has been with them in the past; no
| trouble can overthrow them; the storms
I might come down from the top of Mount
>,l j llermon and lash Genncsarct into foam
j and into agony, but it could not hurt
I them. But here is another man who starts
out in w >rldly enterprise, and he depends
ill upon the uncertainties of this life. He
i s his no God to help him. After awhile
the storm comes, tosses off the masts of
* 1 " the ship; he puts out his lifeboat and the
longboat; the sheriff and the auctioneer
try to help him off; they can't help him
oft; he must go down; no Christ in the
ship. Your life will be made up of sun
sliine and shadows. There may be in it
arctic blasts or tropical tornadoes; 1
know not what is before yni, but I know
if vou have Christ with you an shall be
i well. You may seem to jet along with
out the religion of Christ' liile everything
goes smoothly, but afte awhile, when
sorrow hovers over the Soul, when the
waves of trial dash clear over the hurri
cane deck, and the decks are crowded with
piratical disasters—oh, what would you
d > then without Christ in the sum? Take
God for your portion. Cod for your guide.
God for your help; then alt is well; all is
well for a time; ad shall be well forever.
Blessed is that man who puts in the Lord
bis trust. He shall never be confounded.
But my subject also impresses tne with
the fact that when people start to follow
Christ they must not expect smooth sail
ing. These disciples got into the small
boats, and 1 have no doubt they said.
"What a beautiful day this is! How de
lightful is sailing in this boat! And as
for the waves under the keel of the boat.
I why. they only make the motion of our
in little boat the more delightful." But
when the winds swept down and the sea
was tossed into wrath, then they found
"'- that following Christ was not smooth sail
id ing. So you have found it; so I have
jj. found it.
Diil you ever notice the end of the jife
of the apostles of Jesus Christ? You
would .-ay if ever men o.iglit to have had
a smooth life, a smooth departure, then
those men, the disciples of Jesus Christ,
ought t<> have had such a departure and
such a life. St. James lost his head. St.
Philip was hung to death on a pillar. St.
Matthew had his life dashed out with a
halberd. St. Mark was dragged to death
through the streets. St. James the Less
was beaten to death with a fuller's elub.
St. Thomas was struck through with a
spear. They did not find following Christ,
smooth sailing. Oh. how they were all
tossed in the tempest! John Huss in a
fire; Hugh Mt Kail in the hour of martyr
dom; tin.' Albigen.vs, the Waldenses. the
Scotch Covenanters —did they lind it
smooth sailing? But why go into history
when we can draw from our own memory
illustrations of the truth of what I say?
A young man in a store trying to serve
Cod, while his employer scoffs at Chris
tianity; the young men in the same store,
antagonistic to the Christian religion,
teasing him, tormenting him about his re
ligion, trying to get him mad. They suc
ceed in getting lum mad and say, "You're
a pretty Christian!" Does that young
man find' it smooth sailing when he tries
to follow Christ? <>r you remember a
Christian girl. Her father despises the
Christian religion; her mother despises
the Christian religion; her brothers and
sisters scoff at the Christian religion; sha
can hardly lind a quiet place in which to
say her prayers. Did she find it smooth
sailing when she tried to follow Jesus
Christ? Oh, no! All who would live the
life of the Christian religion must suffer
persecution. If you do not lind it in one
way you will get it in another way. Hut
be not disheartened! Take courage. You
are in a glorious companionship. God
will see you through all trials, and He
will deliver you.
My subject also impresses me with the
fact that good people sometimes get fright
ened. In the tones of these disciples as
they rushed into the back part of the
boat I find they are frightened almost to
death. 1 hey say, "Master, carest Thou
not that we perish?" They had no reason
to be frightened, for Christ was in the
boat. I suppose if we bad been there we
would have been just as much affrighted.
Perhaps more. In all ages very good peo
ple get very much affrighted. l f is often
so in our <tay, and men say: "Why, look
at the bad lectures. Look at the various
errors going over the church of Cod. We
are going to founder. The church is going
to perish. She is going dov.-n." Oh. how
many good people are affrighted by in
iquity in our day and think the church of
Jesus Christ is going to be overthrown,
and are just as much affrighted as were
the disciples of my text! Don't worry,
don't fret, as though iniquity were going
to triumph over righteousness. A lion
goes into a cavern to sleep. He lies down
with his shaggy mane covering the paws.
Meanwhile the spiders spin a web across
the mouth of the cavern and say. "We
have captured bin." Gossamer thread
after gossamer thread until the whole
front of the tavern is covered with the
spider's web, and the spiders say, "The
lion is done; the lion is last.' After
awhile the lion has got through sleeping.
He rouses himself, he shakes his mane, he
walks out into the sunlight. <Hc does not
even know the spider's web is snun, and
with his roar ho shakes the mountain. So
men come spinning their sophistries and
skepticism about Jesus Christ. He seems
to be sleeping. They say: "We have cap
tured the Lord. He wilt never come forth
again upon the nation. Christ is overcome
forever. His religion will never make any
conquest among men." l!ut after awhile
the Lion of the tribe of Judah will, rouse
Himself and come forth toSshake mightily
the nations. What's a spider's web to the
aroused lion? Give truth and error a fair
grapple, and truth will come off victor.
Do not be afraid ot a great revival. Oh.
that such gales from heaven might sweep
through all our churches! Oh, for such
days as Kiel, srd Baxter saw in England
and Robert MeCheyne saw in Dundee!
Oh. for S;K h days as Jonathan Edwards
saw in Northampton! 1 have often heard
my father tell of the fact that in the early
part oi' this century there broke out a re
vival at Somerville, X.,1.. and some peo
ple wore very much agitated about it.
They said: "Y<ui are going to bring too
many people into the church at once,"
and they sent down to Ne.v Brunswick
to get John Livingston to stop the re
vival. Well, there was no better soul in
all the world than John Livingston. He
went and looked at the revival. They
wanted him to stop it. He stood in the
pulpit on the Lord s day and looked over
the solemn auditory and he said: "This,
brethren, is in reality the work of God.
Beware how you slop it." And he was
an old man. leaning heavily on his staff —
a very old man. And he lifted that staff
and took hold oi the small end of the staff
lind began to let it fall slowh through be
tween the linger and the thumb, and he
said: "Oh, thai impenitent, thou art fall
ing now —falling from life, falling away
from peace and heaven, falling as certain
ly as that cane is falling through my hand
—falling certainly, though perhaps falling
slowly!" And the cane kept, on falling
through John Livingston's hand. The re
ligious emotion in the audience was over
powering. and men saw a type of their
doom as the cane kept falling and falling,
until the knob of the cane struck Mr.
Livingston's hand, and he clasped it stout
ly and said: "But the grace of God can
stop you as I stopped that cane," and
then there was gladness all through the
house at the fact of pardon and peace and
salvation. "Well," said the people after
the service, "i guess you had better send
Livingston home, lie is making the re
vival worse." < Mi. for gales from heaven
to sweeti all the continents! The danger
of the church of God is not in revivals.
I learn oneo more from this subject that
Chris can htish a tempest. It did seem
as if 'rvthing must goto ruin. The dis
cipli id given up the idea of managing
the ; the crew were entirely demoral
ized; ~et Christ rises, and the storm
crouches at His feet. Oh, yes. Christ can
hush th ". tempest! V'ou have had trouble.
Perhaps it was the little child taken away
from you—the sweetest child of the house
hold. the one who asked the most curious
questions, and stood around you with the
greatest fondness, and the spade cut down
through your bleeding heart. Perhaps it
was ail only son. and your apart has ever
since been like a desolated castle, the owls
of the night hooting among the fallen
arches and the crunibiin" stairways. Or
all your property swept away, you said:
"I had so much bank stock; I had so many
Government securities; I had so many
houses; I had s,> many farms—all gone,
al gone." Why. sir. all the storms that
ever trampled with their thunders, all the
shipwrecks, have not been worse than this
to you. Yet you have not been complete
ly overthrown. Why? Christ says:"l
have that little one in My keeping. I can
care for him as well ns you can. letter
than you can. O bereaved mother!" Hush
ing the tempest. W hen your property went
awav away. Cod said. " There are treasure
in heaven in banks that never break."
Jesus hushing the tempest.
There is one storm into which we will
all have to run. The moment when we
let goof this world, and try to take hold
of the next we will want all the grace pos
sible. Yonder 1 see a Christian soul rock
ing on the surges of death. All the powers
of darkness seem let out against that soul
the swirling wave, the thunder of the
sky, the shriek of the wind, all seem to
unite together. But tint soul is not
troubled. There is no sighing, there are no
tears; plent' of tears in the room at the
departure, but he weeps no tears -ea!m.
satisfied and peaceful; all is well. By Ihe
flash of the storm you see the harbor just
ahead, and you are making for that liar
bor. All shall be well, Jesus being out
pilot.
Into the harbor of heaven now we glide;
We're home at fast, home at last.
Softly we drift on the bright, silv ry tide;
We're home at last.
Glory to God. all our dangers are o'er:
We stand secure on the glorified shore!
Glory to God. we will shout everu-ore.
We're home at last. -