Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-08-12
CLEARFIELD PA, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST IL, 1857

its soft, rich lining, on the seat, made pillow
of his carpet bag and insisted that she should
lie down and sleep.
aWhat will you do ?'' said she, naively.
! oNever mind mel can stand up and sleep
like buffalo; I'm used to it-THAT's sop
A little boy, pulled up from sound nap to
give place to incomers, was pacifcd and made
happy by handful of chestnuts and glow
| ing bit of candy out of the big mans pocket.
| When he left the cars for refreshments, he
brought back handful of pies. and distributed
them among weary group. A mother and
seven little children, the eldest not twelve
years old, whose husband and father left the
cars at evry stopping place, and returned more
stupid aud beastly each time, scoldng the
tired, restless ones, with thick tongue, and
glaring his furious red eyes upon the poor
| grieved victim of a wife, like tiger on its
prey, ssbecause she did not keep her young
one still; they would disturb everybody"
No bite of refreshment, no eXhilarating
| draught, no rest from that fat, cross baby,
came to her all the long night, save when the
big man stretched out his great hand aud
took her baby boy for an hour, and let him
play with his splendid watch to keep him quiet.
ssI'll give yer a thousand dollars for him"
said he as he handed him back to her arms.
! "You may have the whole lot for that" an
swered the drunken man, with 4 swinclike
grunt.
ssIt'sa bargan,'' said the big man, s'pro-
vidin' the mothers willing.'
| ssIndeed, sir, its not one of them that can
be had for money! was the quiet yet deter
mined response of the mothers heart.
How kindly he helped her off the cars when,
at the break Of day, they came TO their jour
hey's end /,
Thus, all night, he had been attracting the
| attention of the waking ones in the cars. But
his kindness and rough politeness would soon
have been forgotten by the mass of the passen-
gers, had he not stamped it upon our memo
ries with gold.
ssI wonder who he is ?'' sWhere did he get
on 7'' ssWhat an interesting character % ed
ucation would spoil him." What rich furs 20
ssDid you notice what splendid watch he car
ries ?'' esHe's some great man, incog.''
Such were a few of the queries that passed
from lip to lip. But there came no answer,
for he, who alone could have answered., sat
crouching in his fur coat, seemingly uncon-
scious of his own deep thoughts.
s'Chicago!'' shouted the brakesman, and in
an instant all was confusion, and our hero was
lost in the crowd. The next we saw of him
was at the baggage stand, looking up band
box for sweet locking country girl who was
going to learn the millner's trade in The city.
As ne passed to our carriage We discovered
him again, holding old man by the hand
while he grasped the shoulder Of the conduc-
tor of another train with the other, getting for
the deaf, gray haired sire, the right informa.
tion as to the route he should take to get to
sshis darter'' who lived near Muscatine, Iowa
ssGod bless him for his good deeds!" was
our earnest aspiration, as we whirled around
the corner. May his shadow never grow less.
or the gold in his pocket diminish, for in his
unnumbered charities and mercies, dropped SC
unostentatiously here and there, he is, per-
haps, doing more good in his day and genera
ron, than he who denotes his thousands tc
build charitable institutions, to give honor tc
his own name.
Oh, how much the world needs great heart.
that are capable to comprehend little things
and yet how often it happens that the learned
the wise, and the rich, outgrow the everyday
; wants of humanity, and, feeling within them
, selves the power to move nightly, pass by The
!, humble duties thatewould make a Thousand
hearts leap with joy-and push on, looking fol
some wrong to right, some great sorrow to bs
soothed, some giant work to be accomplished
! and failing to find the great ,rork, live and
die, incarcerated by their own selfishness, ant
do nothing at ALL
The rough mans nature seemed the natur,
of the little child. His quick eye saw at
glance his great heart warmed, and his grea
hand executed his little works of charity-st
small that one would have expected to see then
!, / slip between his giant fingers unaccomplishct
, vet they were DONE. The ssangel over hi
shoulders will have longer column to Sc
| down to his account Of deeds well done, thar
all the rest of the passengers of that crowdet
passenger car, on that long, tedious, storm,
night, in January, 1856.
I
The Newport, Kentucky, News says that
slave was chained up and beaten to death re
Gently in Pulaski county, BY Mr.. Stigal, hi
owner. who gave him one hundred lashes a da,
( for six days, and would have given him anoth
er hundred, but he was dead the seventh MOI
e ming. The cause of the slaves whipping wa
q his going to see his wife, on tho next plants