Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-04-14
A BRAVE CHRISTIAN WOMAN.

Here is true story of mining life,
which we find in Western paper, that
is worthy to be read under any Christmas
tree. In last October, a farmer with his
wife and three children left the Scotch
Pre~hvte"ian settlement in Western
Pcnusvlvnnia. to which he belonged. and
sci ont to the Black Hills in the hope Of
mondino his fortune. III luck steadily
followed him. On reaching the camp, he
was str C down with fever and Inv help
loss f,r wpnlls, during which he was
uursed bv the miners. IN Nnvem her
tho next da~. The camn had now the
'athor, who wNs sinking dnv hv dqv. and
four helpless children on his han1s. A
certain little woman in distant camp
hoNrd of their trouble and came to see
whnt was to he done. The baby was
woall and -ic)lv, and after few DAYS
she declared it t. he imp,ssihe to keep it
alive through the terrors Of Winter in
cpmp with the thermometer thirty de-
crces below zero. The only snfetv for
any of the children was to go back to
their home in Peunsvlvauia.
But how were thcv to go? Thcro was
the journey of ne' rlv two othousand miles;
the wagon trims were in DANGER of dailv
attnrl from hostile Indians. the snow was
from six TO ten feet deep. Tho woman,
to whom the children and their parents
were neither knsfplk or acqunintnnce) of
fnred Ia take chnrge Of them. A WAGON
train was TO pres the camp in few DAYS
ON its wav to Fort Laramie. Our cnmp
prepared wagon. furnished II with
feather bed etr and our gallant little
woman gathered togother n spirit lamp.
provision. and such poor COM forts rs
could he had for the children. The trnin
arrived ; every miner was husv mHking
them ready one brought hi, bedding,
another clothes there was not n dry eve
in the camp when the poor babies we're
taken in to sav good Live to their diving
father After he had kissed them fnr
the last time. he turned his lnce to the
wnll, and they were hastily carried ont
nnd started on their long and periloue
journey. Their kind friend was the only
womrn in a train of thirteen wagons
one Of her helpless charges, he it remem-
bercd, wa hnbv two weeks old The
cold was extreme several times the wng-
ons we're blocked with snow twice nj
tucked by scouting parties of Indians, but
this womnn and the children were made
a sacred charge. At night her wagon
was placed in the center of the corral the
others o'ming line of defense about it,
They reached II station ON the Overland
route ut lnst, and she was put safely
ahoard the ears. Our exchange, a conn-
try newspaper, stntes that she had nrriv
ed with She children Mt their old home,
delivered them to their grandparents and
immediately started on her return to the
Black Hills.
There is the whole story. The child
rem hIe ShIe ln"lf Ihlnpf, IcL us nope
still lives in camp and will see them
again We do not know the woman's
name, nor whether she is n maiden, wife
or widow. In all probability she will
never be card Of agnin. But she had
friendly soul and, we cannot but think,
had, ike the woman Of Israel, touched
atar off the garment of Christ. aud that
virtue hnd gone out from him to her
We tell the story Ms it comes to us, not
because such friendly souls. and good
wemen, and unselhsh deed. are rare, but
because they nre many, and because it is
the most wholesome of all things for us to
remember how many and now possible
they are. " Y TiIbune.