The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1877-11-09
REV. OLYMPUS JUMP.
The Mountain Howitzer Of God.
From the Virginia Eniernrisa

~ Jou KNOW, SAID that weather bea
ten Old miner "Gurnsey Bob" ais h,
thumped his glass. on the table before hin
to call for another half-gallon of beer-"dt
you know 1T just makes me sick to hear al
the talk and furse they make about The
, fashionable, highferlutin preachers of these
times. | tell yer, boys. they amt deuce
nigh 'longside the preachers of the airly
days"
"In course not!'' "Dont begin r,
Hain't got. the sand, nor the giftr cho.
rused old Bob's table companions he
was putting up'' for. the beer, therefore
his opinion on this or any other matter was
entitled to much consideration.
tell yer, fellers,'' said old Gurnsev.
squaring himself for big talk, once he
found that he was going to have things his
own way, 81 tell yer fellers, l us'ter know
a prea cher what us'ter ride on what they
call circle, over in Calerforny, in '52, and
was named Olympus Jump, an he was a
roarer, you can jist bet 1!
He wasn't one of your stuck-up. kid
gloved kind, as would be afraid they'd dirty
their hands by givin' the flipper of a miner.
grip! No; he'd take hold Of your paw
like wolf trap.
He wasn't one of them kind as goes a
prospectin about with noses in the air. a
smeliln' roast chicken and hot biskits afar
Oft Not at all! He was a God-fearip,
man, an pork an beans was the highest
ambition or his meek am lowly bowels
Olympus wasn't one of yer kyoters in
sleeps clothin' what goes sneakin' about
among the ewes of the flock, maxim more
Beecher scandals in one week than va,.
could wash out in six months by ppin' in
ter 'em with the biggest hydraulic in the
mountains No; that wasn't his style.
He walked sprightly before the Lord. and
was happy as the day is. long with his own
comely little wife and half dozen little
Jumps.
lie wasn't one of yer high dedicated.
rose water, butter-mouthed sort-Olympus
wasn't. He had the gift nateral--right from |
the Lord-and when he onbottoned his
shirt collar an began to talk in dead ear
nest, it made feller think of a string Of
ooulders thunderin' down a ground sluice
under big head of water.
Olympus Jump wasn't one of these new
tangled sort of preachers what stand up be-
fore ye Sunday after Sunday, never show
IN up the color of the word O God. nor
givin' you single mouthfu of the bread
Of life, Not bit of it! He'd drifted and
cFsvieed all though the Bible, pannin' out
bushels Of chispas and scores of great mug
gets OF gold. With these he was loaded.
clean up to the muzzle, an when he turned
oose an began to FIRE seriptur' into an
sujence, he mighter been called the noun
rent forth to labor in the Lords diggins he
sllurs meant business. He wasn't one of
he kind of prayers whose prayia' is jist
! little sneakin' drizzle that only vets the !;
arth here and there washin' away none of
he dust OF iniquity never causin' single {
eed of good to sprout OF raisin' up the
roopin' head of a single wilted plant! No.
The prayer of olympas was like cloud Il
'ust on mountain; it swept down Through | I
n the dark caflons of sin and sent all the
miners therein end over end down the tail I
lumes of the devil till they was glad to
,rab the fust branch of the tree of life that
lung in reach and haul theirselves ashore ;
ligh and dry GA the rock of ages.
"0lympus wasn't one of yer stuck up
lind OF laborers in the vineyard as couldn't
,reach without morocco bound, gold-clasp-.l
ID Seriptur, and pulpit as grand as the
,ate of the New Jerusalem. Not bit Of
t! Why, fallers, he'd just haul his little
I'D greasy pack of loose leaves of Bible
'ut'n his pocket, shuttle it up, give it cut,
leal out a text, and jist hammer h-ll's
,ell's OUT n all the sinners on Sucker Flat!
s. That was pre- eacher, for yer, am we
hall never look on his like again! Fill up
'er glasses, fellers; let's all drink to him,
hough he's now safe ON the other side of
Jordan" f'