The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1856-03-01
'tLoms this way. Father


~ During a short visit to the seashore Of
our State few days since, with party
Of friends it was proposed one bright al-
ternoon, tha, we should make up Il fish
ing party and 60 down to The harbor on a
fishing excursion. We according ly star
ted; and after sailing abou, three miles a
young lady OF the company declined go
ing farther, and requested US 10 land her
on one OF the small islands in the hsrbor
where she proposed 10 remain until our
return. My little boy, then about four
years old, preferred remaining with her.
Accordingly we left them and proceed
ed six miles further on.
we continued on. much longer than we
intended and as night approached,a thick
fog set in from the So, entirely enshrou.
ding US. without compass, and not
knowing the right direction to steer, we
CROPPED eur way along for several hours,
until finally we distinguished the break
ing Of the surf on the rocks Of one OF the
isla nds, ,ba, were a, loss to know which
one otthem. | stool upon the stern of
the boat, which had been steering, and
shouted with all my strength. llIstened |
moment, and heard through the thick
fog, and above the breaking OF the surf
the sweet voice Of my boy calling:
Come this way, father; steer for me,
I'm here waiting for you'
we steered by that sound, anI sooa
my little boy leaped int, my arms with
joy. saying:
L knew you would hear me, father"
and nestled to sleep on my bosom.
The child and maiden are now sleep
ing. They died two short weeks after the
period I NOW refer 10, with hardly hi IN
,eryal Of time be'we n their deaths. Now
tossed on the rough sea Of life, without u
compass or guide, envelcped in fog, aud
surrounded by rocks, seem TO hear the
sound of the cherub voice calling from
the bright shore, Come this way father !!
steer straight 10 mer
when oppressed with sadness, take
my way to our quiet cemetery, still, as |
s,aud by ane little mound, the same tnu-
seal voice echoes from thence, Come
this way father, I'm waiting FOR ,heer
VIM Satan nerer Dtsturbs noalan
M MoAammedans relate the following
story as an authentic and veritable piece
OF tradition, illustrative OF the fact that
the Devil himself has duties to perform
in ,he werld, aud that all things would go
wroag II Ae were to be idle, anl neglect
them, viz:
In the days Of Mohammed, there was
an Arab who had very pretty wife.
The Devil transformed himself into SO
exac. and accurate a likeness Of her nus
band, that she could not for the life Of
her tell which Of the two was her hus.
band. Both claimed her--i. c. the real
husband, and the Devil in his likeness.
The case excited much interest In ths
uelghborhood, but no solution o! the DIFF
hculty could be obtained. Al length the
case was brought before his majesty. the
Prophet, for sou ion. Aohamlned al
ter little reflection. held up certain
eartEen pot In bis hand, with spout like
a teapot. and said to them both, "Now,
whichever Is the real husband, vii! enleg
this vessel by the spout, and thus sstab-
llsh his claim to t woman" Tie De-
vii, as having more capacity In that way
than the study Arab, oG real flesh and
bones, entered al once late the pot as
suggested. The moment he entered Mo-
hammed closed the top OF the spou, and
KEEP, him shut in. But, by the time Mo.
manned had kept his exeelency shut up
for a isw days in that ear.hea pot, 1t was
4 Il Il
wrong in all its machinery. Mohammed
was therefore constrained to let the Dew
II ou, from his confinement, to take his
necessary place in the management. OF
the affairs OF the world. Bat before re-
storing him to his Liberty again, Moaam-
med extorted soiena protalsc from him
that he would never trouble the '.aiE sex
any more. but coahae himsei. 10 " ha, he
could do amuss. the male sex