The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-03-27

set, dey is. Dey go an git de sezun all
outer gear, an den a nigger can't tell
whether to plant taters or dodge ici-
clesr'-Free Press.
The Son of Adam and Eve.
CAPTAIN BOB, who died last Saturday
afternoon, was buried in the Catholic
cemetery last Sunday afternoon at one
o'clock. He was buried from st. Mary's
Church, Rev. Father Manogue officiat-
ing. Captain Bob was confined to his
bed about ten weeks. The cause of
death was lung disease. Six weeks be-
fore his death he lost an hopes of re-
covery, and sent for his old friend, Fa-
ther Manogue, to prepare him for the
next world. Under strange circum-
stances, fifteen years ago, Father Man.
of the great Piute chief. In 1868 Adam
in this CITY, and was Hospitality received
by the pastor. both on account of his
advanced age and his kind and genial
disposition. The church doors being
continually open, whenever the door of
the pastoral residence was closed Adam
entered the church and remained until
access to the basement was free. Prob
ably wearied from waiting in the church,
the Piute patriarch made the best use
possible of his time of expectation
and anxiety. The fourteen stations of
the cross were very attractive to ad-
vanced Christians, and possessed more
than charm for the Septuagenarian
Piute. He passed more than minutes
before each station, and returned day
after day in making the rounds of the
fourteen. 1t is needless to say that the
stations are the history of the last trials
and troubles, the insults, the mockery
and derision, as we'll as the final agony
and cruciixion of our Divine Lord.
The paintings being Hfe-like, fresh,
vigorous, and well-colorcd, had more
than passing attraction for the vivid
fancy of the untutored and simple old
Piute chief.
Hence he passed many an hour and
many day pondering over the tragic
scenes. While making the stations one
day, in his own Piute way, the pastor
passed through the church and old
Adam approached, desiring an expla-
nation of the sorrowful scenes. A full
explanation given, the old man for
some moments remained pensive. Aft
er few minutes he expressed his wish
to become Christian. Having under
stood that some time was required for
the transmutation he expressed his de-
sire to commence, A month elapsed
and he was .baptized-he and his old
wrinkled wife Eve. Adam and Eve
were, therefore, baptized by the Rev.
Father Manogue in the Church of st.
Mary's in the Mountains, in 1868.
After his baptism, Adam brought
along his children, even to the fourth
generation, and they were also bap-
tized. Nearly all the Piutes roaming
the hills from here to Como, as well as
many along Walker River, Pyramid
Lake, the Humboldt, and the sink of
the Carson are Christians. They have
never had chance of being properly
instructed. They are humbly and sim
ply good. If any immortality be tracea-
BILE to their midst the solution is found
in their contact with the civilized and
"noble white man." A sorrowful ad-
mission, but as true as it is sad. Old
Adam is buried in the old Catholic Gem
etery beyond the hills; Captain Jim, his
from st. Mary's, and the well-known
Piute chief, Captain Bob, was honored
by hundreds of weeping Piutes at the
last funeral rites in ST. Mary's Church
on Sunday, February Is. and is now
resting in the new Catholic Cemetery,
in the same grave with his brother,
Captain Jim. All the Piutes respected
old Adam; his relations loved him.
Hence the reason of their attachment
to St. Mary's Church.
Captain Bob and his folks were al
ways in earnest in their religious belief,
and, as far as their knowledge went,
they had the fullest faith. An evidence
of Captain Bob's faith is that on one oc-
casion he and his wife walked in a dis
tance of sixty miles for the purpose of
having their month-old child baptized.
At Captain Bob funeral last Sunday
Captain Charley, Humboldt Sam and
buckskin Bob had charge of the secular
business, and, with three other equally
Piute Captains, acted as
in the journey to the cem-
etery.
The Piutes, who turned out in strong
force, were greatly pleased with the
funeral and all the ceremonies incident
to it. Their own religion differs very
little from that of most Christian peo-
Piles, except that the masses know moth
ing Of Savior. They believe in God
and heaven; also in a devil and hell.
ss Pahsoh' is their name for God, and
they call their devil "Aviadagi." In
their heaven all the good are reunited
after death, and live forever without
hunger or thirst and in perfect happi-
ness. In their hell the wicked dwell in
q great desert, fenced in with steep and
rocky mountains. The sand of this
desert burns the feet, and thirst parches
the throats of those who inhabit this re-
gion. Here the wicked wander forever.
They are continually deluged by mi
RACES; but alkali water, which adds to
heir torture, is the only relief they find,
and when they attempt to pass the
barriers, they are driven
back by devils armed with flaming
brands.
Old Adam, the first convert, was
never so happy as when in and about
the Catholic Church. During the last
years of his life he haunted the church
and studied the mysteries there taught
in his dreamy way day after day. He
seemed to think it but step from heav-
en-the nearest approach on earth to
The heaven above.-NcUddG Enterprise.