Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-03-23
NUMBER II.

Icau tuo seutenCeS Ouo hlteT duOtner tuo
ships cast off their lines, hoisted their
sails, and put to sea, carrying back but
chosen few of all!who had come in thom.
And those who remained never saw
the glorious temple which was their peo-
| ples pride never looked upon the white
walls, the sculptured columns, the lofty
arches, the beautiful gates, nor saw the
sunlight as it flashed back from the roof
Of FURNISHED gold. They witnessed none
of the magnifcence of its dedication in
hailed no breath of its rare incense look
cd not upon marvellous interior decora-
tons heard no burst of enchanting mu-
sic ; and caught no tone OF Solomon's in
comparable prayer. But rather, they
grew more and more sordid and deprsved,
until they were so lost in utter debase-
ment that the watching angel filed with
sediment the waters of the streams, 4,
which settling filed tho harbors of tho
Ophir coast, until ships could no MOI
make u haven theie, and finally the
country wherein Solomon dug his gold
| Wuo NV thtOlo huOMh w blO NalldlOH VI
men,"
With this tho youthTcoased reading.
ard nothing for moment was heard save
here and there the labored breath of some
strong man, and the soft patter of the
rain upon tho roof.
This lasted for n brief interval, and
then, with voice sweet and full and
clear as q lark's song, tho boy proceeded:
0 men of tho West they arc thinking of you
On another shore tonight;
They are thinking of you as thoir leal and true,
As the innocent ones thoy in childhood knew,
Whom you of your homes were the light
They are thinking, and waiting, and counting
Till you como to thcm once moro
Each morn they, strain to the west their ga1o,
kecounting your virtues all DER
Bc true to your manhood, DO true to each
trust,
Whore'er in lfe's battle you stand
Cleanse tho hoart from its stain, tho soul from
its rust,
Lift your eyes from tho ground, your minds
from the dust
Be true to your race and your land
The harp-lIlIe voice ceased, and it was
plain that tho reading had made deep
impression on oil who heard it. The wiio
of the landlord was the first who spoke.
Approaching the youth, she asked him
If he was preacher.
IIe modestly answered that he was not,
but was u clergyman's son that he had
tried mining in Plumes county, but fail
ed, and was then finding lis way on foot
to San Jose, where his sister, clergy
mans wife, was living that he hoped
there to obtain situation rs teacher, as
he was not strong enough to work in the
mines.
At this, Curly, tho stage driver, arous-
cd himself.
Pardaers," said he. "you hear tho
boy. am sorry for him SO much !"
and he laid ten dollar piece upon the
table.
am sorrier than YOU" said Posoy
and no covered the ten with twenty.
A miner present said ; 81 have no
coin, but "-here he drew out buck
skin purse" will 20 II little dust on
the boy for tho sermon he has preachod;'
hlu nc olupIlcu uHll hu OuHCo Oll tuo lu-
| bic.
The rest contributed, making the land
lord treasurer, and when the coin WAS
counted, and tho dust weighed and cal
culated, two hundred aud thirteen dol
lars were handed over to the boy.
The youth seemed perfectly overcome
with tho unexpected bounty, and tried in
vain to cohercntly thank bis benefactors.
BY this time it was ten O'Clock at night,
and just then the overdue slage from
Quincy, Plumas county, drove up to tho
door. There was the usual excitement
all hands rushed out TO see the new arri-
walls tho hostlers took tho team /; tho
passengers crawled from the mud wagon
and entered the house, and ut last tho
driver followed, his bearskin coat and
hat shining with the rain caught in the
shower.
Curly, OF course, knew his brother Je-
hu, and 80 sauntering up to him, said
How are you, pard ? What's the
news ?"
All right, Curly" was the response,
and no news much, except the boys up
above are cussing awful about q fellow
that opened game on them and cleaned
out every sport in Quincy in one night.
1t was dead open and shut steal, and
when the boys found it out they would
have hung him sure, but he had lit out
He got $4,000 out Of the boys in four
hours"
And then the driver went on to explain
that the sharper was but a mere boy, a
little chap, pale and sick, and sontimen-
tai looking" more harmless lookn'
than any gal you ever seem"
Everybody turned to look at the youth
who had been entertaining them, but he
was gone, and thorough search Of the
premises failed to unearth him.
Next morning one Of Posey's mules,
covered with mud and still wet with
sweat, came into camp just as the men
were getting up. The poor beast was
greatly disturbed, as though just IN from
cruel journey. To the bride was tied
buckskin purse, which Posey took off
and opened when he found slip of pa
per, on which was written the following
"ON THE HoNCUT, 2:30 A. NJ.
"DEAR POsEY-I could not exchange
your mule for another until | reached
this point. 1t is only eighteen miles
Your mule is not hrst-eass saddle ami
NAL, but will do in an emergency. Truly
yours,
"THE Son OF A CLERGYMAN.
"P. S.-I thank you for holding the
candle, and for the double eagle"
Posey read the note aloud, looked again