The Arkansaw traveler., 1882-12-17
For G1< .ts&azser Trsseiey. GOTTLIEB MILLER.
Story of Pastoral Life Tn Arkanssw
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 Upon the side of a gently doping hill. IT the midst Of the forest surrounded by mountains on every side, eand bordesed by little gurgiing, babbling brook that laughs and sings all day in the sunshine, stands the humble dwelling of Gottiieb Miller.
 Ve<y few people knew Gottiieh, few knew when he came there or whence he came. The first that was known of him vas one morning early in January when he was seen sfriding into the neiehbos- ing village. and asking in broken En- gLsA tor an attorneys ofice. Oae vas pointed out 10 him, and he vas seen to enter and close the door after him. In an hour he and the attorney went to the clerks office and looked over the county records for long time; then they went back to the attorneys office and in . lit- tle while Gottiieb came ont and vent away.
 In week or ten days from that time traveller, passing along an unused road that leads from the county seat to the rver, noticed on one side of the road some trees that had been recently felled, and lot of bushes cut and piled in heaps. He stopped his horse and concluded to investigate the matter and learn vho had the hardihood to attempt clearing in this isolated place, and upon such m unpromising looking piece of ground He soon heard the stroke of an ax out in the bushes, and pushing his way through tangled vipes and over rough stones and logs, he came upon Gottlieb toiling away at bushes and stumps, with that slow. steady stroke that wears upon a forest as water upon a stone. He looked up as the traveller approached, eyed him a mo- ment, and then, merely nodding his head, resumed his work
 What are you going to do, here s:xzn- ger" asked the stranger
 Cottfeb paused with his zx in the air, looked around. gaxed thoughtfully at the quesuoner . moment. then brought the sx down with . strong, sure lick, which buried 1t 10 the eye in the log, and draw ing his hand rhoughrfu.iv across his i,r1v. said:
 Gan you not see: am clearing this land," and resumed his work again as before.
 DUA ny =aiQ InC. tIAfClSf, you are wasting your labor here. You can raise nothing on land like this. See low rocky 1t Is. The soil is poor and unfit for cultivation. l, is a pity to waste sich work as you are doing upon such FOOT land.r
 Gottlieb paused again in his work. looked thoughtfully a, his ax sticking in the log. smiled slightly, and slowly shook his head, merely remarking, We shall see,n and went on with his chopping.
 The traveller sat watching him for a while and then rode of. mutiering, This fellow evidently ss<1af business, huf he IS driving his ducks to a very poor mar kes, according to my notion"
 But Goeslieb kept toiling quay. work ing by day, stopping only long enough 10 eat his scanty meals, which he pre- pared himsel1, and sleeping ., night un- der httie brush house, which he had constructed, in front of which blased q bright camp-6re
 hvzs sometimes extremely cold, and he must have suffered very much al such ,imes. If he did 10 one ever knew 1t. Helived as he toiled, all alone in the vass solitude, with no companion to aasist or cheer him in his york, and with his own thoughts 70 keep him company. They were thrifty oonpaaioos, however, nd gave him good advice, for he cuf down more trees, piled more bsssh. excasased large ssumps, and the Etfle openia9 ia the forest grew larger and largez. aad every morning when the sun aFose t found some new nook or corner hessEo- fore hidden, into which 1t could case ies warm and mellow beam& And all day long fhe sound q sAe ax and the manl echoed and re-echosA throaah the fuezl and up upon the tall me0naain side4 whispering ie detail t1ess thae had ssood 50 iosg unscafhed in their so1emn gzAn- aeur, the fearfal seczse dhat theis most dreaded fue4 man and cisilizafion, vese advancing upon them. And uhen the sun vent dovn behind the high noan- tain, and darhness feN like mansie over the forest so that Cosflieb could pile 10 more hrush, he woald place his tenls carefully together, return so his humble camp, wash down his scaniy meal with A draught of cold water rom the brook and lie dogu so saoep the sweet sleep canned by hOoess soil and indnssD- ~Toslias, rsjeieiaG. sosrow1ng,
 Onward thsougA lie he goes,
 Each nosniAg sees some task began,
 Each even51f sees iss eYo6e.
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