The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1873-09-12

grey dawn of the morning. Breakfast
time found US no better.
"Awah-kah-ne-ah-hosh-tah" Phm-
bus, what a nameI-which being inter
preted, means, 'T come to cure" seized
the seer-something seized her-for she
blew like porpoise, pounded our crani-
um, slashed cold water in our face and
eyes, made magnetic passes, talking all
the while in broken "Injin," and still
more broken English, and in half an hour
slowed us away in bed, and everybody
but the Indian, who promised to stay
and watch US, went off to camp-meet-
ing.
In the hallowed quiet of that deep,
grand wood we spent the blessed day.
The mental and physical rest so badly
needed had come, and oh, how keenly
We did enjoy it! Sometimes we'd half
listen for the wild whoop of the intangi-
bic Indian with the jaw-breaking name.
But not sound broke the delicious
stiffness. Even the song Of birds was
hushed.
Evening came, all too soon, but it
found us with the headache gone, the
fever cooled, and a wagon waiting to
convey US to the camp.
Conference" was being held. Speak
ers, good, bad and Indifferent in normal
and abnormal conditions arose and testi-
fled, making the occasion one of variety,
to say the very least.
Mediums" in different stages of ''de-
velopment" mounted the rostrum and
spoke in frances. But oh, wasn't some
Of the weakest-minded of the faithful
mad at us? We'd been 'reporter," {"
as the reader knows, and last spring, af-
ter having visited the Woodburn camp
meeting, we dished it up, as in duty
bound, for the daily Bulletin. We
thought we'd been wonderfully truthful
and so did everybody else; but one or
two who were hit little in the report,
got mad, just because we'd told the
truth, when for that reason, if no other,
they should have blessed usl But that's
always the way. You'll never be ap-
preciated till you're dead.
: Some of the trance "mediums" have
very poorly cultivated Controls
and some of these "controls" put bad
grammar, redundant verbiage and tedi-
GUS repetitions in the mouths of their
oracles, and would bore you terribly,
? only they can't "hold'' the mediums
long, and so, to the relief of everybody,
they break down and you breathe easy.
But the most inexperienced OF these do
as well as some preachers we've heard
who didn't know enough to let go when
their piece was spoken; and now, we
hope that last sentence will be used as a
soothing syrup, and the offended will
forgive us, even as we forgave Uncle
Horace the other night.
Sunday morning in the grand, green
woods! With headache gone and the
cool, quiet languor of incipient conval-
escenee upon us, we sat down amid a
now assembled multitude to listen, for
the second time, to Mrs. Chamberlain's
Control"
a committee Of anti-Spiritualists
chose for subject the question "What
is PsycOmetry ?" You could no more
convey clear idea Of that speech than
you could paint passing moon-beam or
portray birds most thrilling melody.
Other speeches, music, recess, dinner,
and then another speech from Mrs. C..
The committee, of which we this time
were one, agreed upon the subject "Slan-
der" The speaker, while awaiting the
Committees action, sat passively upon
the platform with her eyes closed. Pres
emily she spoke: "The control is ready
for the subject"
1t was given. In an instant she was
on her feet. Looking over the rostrum
and on the ground below, she said: 81
see an open grave. On its borders are
lying all manner OF offensive filth, and
near by a toothless, fangless and half
dead old man whose name is"-
Suddenly voice was heard calling
for physician. In the middle of this
sentence the speaker stopped.
"Who is sick ?" she asked.
"Only child" said voice.
"What is the matter ?''
at is in fit"
"Will the audience excuse the me-
dunn while the control takes her to cure
the child ?'
ayes, go. 1t is your duty" said
somebody.
As straight as she could go to the sick
child she went. The audience with one
impulse arose to follow.
"Stay where you are! 1 command
you! Let not man or woman leave
your seat till returnw
Everybody obeyed except the lone
representative of the press. Remem-
bering what was due to the fraternity,
she dead-headed herself to the side of
the sick child, which lay with rigid
limbs and distended eyeballs in the
arms of its anxious father. The head
and heels were half drawn together and
the purple tongue protruded fearfully.
Whether the phantom Indian with the
jaw-breaking name possessed the
speaker, or whether she is within her
self both priest and doctor, no matter.
a few seal-like puffs and spasmodic
passes from her sufficed to relax the
| ripid limbs ond raStnra circulation and