Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1868-04-04
A Touching Sacrifice.

1t is seldom that we have read more affect
ing incident in which figures that noble animal.
the horse than is related in the following extract
from q Burrett's Mission of Great Sufferirps. 4
the scene of which is laid at Dutch settlement
oHiihe coast of Africa:
An English East Indiaman had run upon reef
oftgg of sand long way from the shore. The
roaring, foaming seas were leapirfr upon the
deck, and stamping it to pieces. They had
crushed the boats like so many egg-shells, and
the frantic passengers were shrieking in the
temrr-t Cor hN5a The Dutch settlers saw the
sight and heard the cry, and rushed down to the
beach, apparently to do nothing but to see the
waters swallow up the men and women clinging
to the rigging of the broken vessel, for they had
no boat to push out into the surge, and none was
within an hours reach. The wreck would 90
to pieces before a raft could be made or ANYTHING
foated from the shore. Human help there was
none at first sight, but at the sharpest cries of
the agony Dutch farmer galoped down to the
sea an Abraham mare, that was like another
life to him and had carried him through all the
hazards of the wild world and its wilder beasts,
and seemed to share her master intelligence
and divine well obey his will. She had
swan rivers and waded morasses with him on
her back, and now without moments pause
plunged into the sea with rope attached to her
| tail The brave creature shrank not an instant
She struck them down with her ironed hoofs,
and breasted her way to the ships side. 1t was
but minutes stay, and she making for the
shore again, trailing row of men and women
clinging to the rope. The shouts of the crowd
awaiting to receive them seemed to thrill her
strained muscles with vigor and when
her feet struck the earth and she mounted on the
beach, and shook the salt water from her sides,
she looked round upon the half-drowned beings
she had dragged to land and life, and it seemed
given her of the God of us all to know that she
had done good act. Her master patted her on
the neck, when they had faced the lions to-
gether in the desert he patted her with eyes
turned towards the ship 1t was but minutes
pause. 'Once more my Jenny, darling; once
more" and she turned her head and plunged
again, without touch or spur, into the sea.
Once more she plunged through the surge,
snortng over its briny crests. Once more she
wheeled at the ships side and headed for the
shore, trailing another row of men behind her.
Several times the poor animals head dipped
above her nostrils in q breaking wave many
times she neighed for help as she struck out
heavily with the long load dragging her down.
She neared the land but more slowly than be-
fore, and staggered up the ascent with trembling
limbs. The second long and desperate tug
through the surge had strained every nerve and
muscle to its utmost tension, and she stood
quivering, blown and exhausted.
There were several more human beings left
behind on the crashing, broken hull the dark
ness was closing in upon them, and certain death
with the darkness. The brave-hearted Dutch
man heard that bitter cry and saw that harrow
ing sight. Could he do more? Could he try it
again? Jenny, my darling Jenny, can You
do t?'' and he put his around her neck
fondy and tenderly. She rubbed her head
against his check, as if she said: g Master, if
you will it, I'll try" He mounted her back,
and without sense of spur or rein, she turned
and, al, cd ipto n foo m n0S
ly, painfully, with weakening strokes, she made
her way to the ship, and once more headed for
the shore with the last passengers cinglng to the
rope. With hands and voices uplifted stood the
crowd on the beach. 'Oh, God of mercy and
ght, give the poor creature strength for this
once Her head is lost for moment "It's
the wave between. There she rises see her
name on that white-cap. Oh, heaven, be mer-
ciful Do you see her now ~ I" No, but see
good Diedrich's head above the water, reaching
toward us. Now it's gone Oh, poor, good
man he's gone down with his noble horse and
all the men he tried to save. Noble Diedrich
God bless his widow and fatherless children ~
Dear good man he was thinking more of other
mem widows and fatherless children than of his
own when he made his last ride into the sea-
That was the act of Dutch boor on the coast
Of Africa-of Il man belonging to a class which
MANY writers of history and romance overlook
in seeking for great deeds of herosm and chiv-
airy and for lofty sentiments OF philanthropy or
patriotism. If some one of the class htted
for the task should undertake to write the his
tory of common workingmen and women of the
world deeds and dispositions of the same order
and merit might be found to fill hundred vol
umes.
THE people of New Hampshire still cling to
their ebony idol. The negro and his accompa-
niments have triumphed. Treason and perjury
have been voted abe.-Erdmtner.
That journal, TO be consistent with its polltl-
cal theory, should have written thus: " The
Democrats of New Hampshire still cling to the
corpse of slavery, their ebony idol freedom
and its accompaniments have trumphed. lrea
SON. Democracy and rebellion have been 'oteu
down and it has made open field for Grant az
the ensuing Presidential election. '--HaFySe"'e
Apped - ,ha
1t will take forty years yet to convince Tue
Ero1jner folks that slavery is a corpse, OF
that Freedom has triumphed when Democ,"5 -
has been defeated We think, however, tha' ~
about that length of time they VIII Oes
understand it, Sacramento hecofd.
FEMALE Arr1RE-If women would onat trroi rei
their own hair be just bound do"" "fdoors would
coverino to their heads when out oi w. ;1ob;rr
1o,ho tbeir bodies sensibly WITHOUT
thon,soIyes into hideously unnatufa, snaP,
! ,yon1d wear well-shaped DootS IA -, Iaso
| might walk comfortably ana ti,s'o ~ ~ 4 -. thot
| l ~ sarc;se there would soon De an emu 10 'i".
Oh eei..a.;re class of the female sex ABOUT
iePi p tta doctors know great deal. Inc race
vi wnI% rot girls, of ang wives and inefficient
o,hsps OF eh,1so' would be improved. The scrouous,
dyspepte Pmped women nnd .wa wh1
in, everv advertised remedy, from Paris pills to
PIsancreatic emulsion, would no longer need med
icne.
Mr.. TILToN in the Independents quoting the
concluding paragraph of one of General Grants
I /
assault on his 80 honor a soldier and integrity
as a man." remarks follows - q General
Grant has driven his pen through the President
like a spear. These closing words have chiv-
alric ring. Their author, finding that his honor
as soldier and his integrity man has
been violently assailed, smote his chief assailant
fiat against the cheek. Neither with voice nor
pen (both of which he uses rarely has General
Grant ever appeared before the public to great
er advantage than in the few lines which We
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