The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-09-27
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One beautiful summers afternoon, j, in
company with my wife and Child little
pratflinp fellow Of six summers-started out
for walk. A little dog, that was very much
attached to the child, persisted in following
us. Twice had driven him back, the last
time, as thought, effectually. The after
noon was very fine, and as slowly follow
ed the serpent-like windings Of the railroad,
conversation naturally turned to the scenes
and little incidents'of our walk. The gaily
plumed songsters, the:chattering squirrels,
and the humming bee, all conspired to take
our attention. y \ ~ -;
Becoming wearied, at length we sat our
selves down on q grassy knoll by the side of
the road, about two hundred yards from
where q sharp angle occurs, hiding it from
view. Our little boy was higher up on the
bank, busily plcuking the blue bells and
dandelions that grew in profusion around,
and we soon lost sight of him altogether.
NV wife was engaged in perusing copy
of aBaxter's Saints Rest" while had cast
myself on the grass beside her, enwrapped
in the beauty of the landscape spread out to
view. There field Of tasseling corn gently
waved to and fro, while here and there, a
field of sweet scented clover shed its CRATE
ful fragrance on the air. Twas like some
enchanted bower-tho silence broken only
by the tinkling of sheep bells, or the lowing
of kline, as they peacefully grazed the dis
tant pasture. was thinking Of the infinite
wisdom and goodness of the Great Creator,
in thus making earth 30 beautiful for poor
sinful man, and how thousands are swept
away from its charms forever and forgotten,
when was aroused from my reverie by
the shrill whistle Of the approaching train;
instinctively turned to look for little
Harry, when quick exclamation from my
wife caused me to turn. 1919 ID. al
She was pale as death. civilian, look
at our child" she family whispered. ! did
so; and my Godi who can tell the agony
that wrung my heart at that instanti The
little recreant had wandered up the track
unheeded, and sat himself down on one of
the oaken sleepers to Gull his flowers, just
below the curve, unconscious of the death
| that lowered near him. rsst rlt- -.-.-
I started up the track toward him, beck
| oning him to come to me as / advanced
Instead of doing so, he apprehended some
playful sport, commenced running directly
| on the track, and laughing glecfully as he
went. The smoke from the advancing en-
CINE was at this instant distinctly visible; 1t
| was not possible that could overtake him
| in time TO save him from that cruel death.
As it was, was but hurrying him to his
doom. No, it was evident my efforts could
be of no avail. | breatheda prayer to Him
on high, and staggard back.
| At this moment, the sharp bark Of dog
broke upon my ear. With one gleeful bound
our boy cleared the track, and grasped the
little woody intruder in his arms.
The train rushed round the curve with q
whizzing sound. The iron monster was
cheated of his prey. am AN old man, but
| l must confess that as once more held our
little truant in my arms, safe, the tear OF
gratitude started to my eyes. The little dog
had perseveringly followed the child unseen,
to be the means of saving his life. Blind,
blind indeed is he who could not see the
| finger of God in this.-American PresJy-
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