The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-12-29
would be no fa..enings of sufficient

would be no fastenings of sufficient strength to resist them.S
 They looked above, around-neither help nor hope was to be seen; the pitiless earth was wrapped in one vast winding sheet of snow, and the cold glancing lights in the sky revealed only too clearly their desperate condition. A cold damp stands on the farmers brow; still he guides his horses with firm hand, speaks encouragingly to them, and though he, knowing the peril best, has given up hope first, he relaxes no effort. It was hard m the flush of manhood, the prime of life, with the blood coursing through every vein in strength and power, to have noth- ing to do but die. As he looked at his dear ones he thought were these but safe death would not be SO fearful; and then the image of the pleasant home at Raw ensdal rose up before him, and to leave all this, to die and leave no name, no heir behind him, 1t was hard. Was it not a triupmh of Christian faith, that he, thus circumstanced, could bow his head meek ly and say, Thy will be done." Dame ingeborg said nothing, but her tears fell t thos OfCi tuC HCStituk NdOul SuC was straining to her heart, and as the child started at the noise, she hushed him of to sleep as careful as if he had been in his little bed At home, thankful that one a, least of her dar.ings was spared the anguish of this valley of the shadow of death. And yet 10 her arose ray of light, gleam ot happiness, and she thought that she and all her dear ones would cross the river of death at the same time; no widowhood. no orphanage, no chiloi>hness--the parting of moment and then the etein reunion Tn bliss Olai. roused by his sisters rising. had awoke, and seeing the wolves. had burst into ter rined crying. but when Ella gently bade him pray to God and try and be brave boy, he caught the infection of her calm ness. Swallowing his tears. he knelt on the seat, and hiding his face in the fur wraps. tha, he might not see the objects of his dread. he manfully tried 10 stife his sobs. and repeated over and over again his simple prayer "Oh. Lord Jesus, please drive away these dreadful wolves, and let us all get safe home" Of all, Ella was the happiest, for one great comfort was hers. her best beloved was safe. and, as she thought, with thrill of Joy that seemed strange at such an in- stant, through an act of self-denial 10 which she had urged him, and which God was blessing by his deliverance. The wolves were gaining fast: they could dis tlnguish the tiery eyes, the red tongues hanging out. Ella, as she saw one in ad vance, quite close to them. cried out, Father, father the rifle
 = Then take the reins an instant" said he. as he took the weapon from her hand. Ella obeyed, the horses wanted little guidance, and the volt fell dead beneath her fathers sure aim. There was stop of the whole pack. and the Jansens al- most dared 10 hope. Andreas' face was gloomy as before. "Only a check" murmured he they are mad with hun ger. The one have killed will be de- voured and then"
 His words were verified in five minutes time they again heard the bay ing of the pack, and they were soon Tn sight. their appetite whet,ed by the taste of blood. on, on. with increased ardor for the chase. Agaln was one shot down again occurred the temporary lull. and then airesh began that ghas,ly hunt.
 There is but one charge more. father" said Ella.
 We will save II as long as we can was Andreas reply. And his voice was hoarse and husky.
 We left Hugo at his good samaritan deed of kindness toward the hawker The maR soon recovered sufficiently to sit up and give some ae .ount of himself As Andreas ansen had supposed, he had los; his way traveling from one farm house to another. and had sunk exhausted into the deep slumber which generally subsidies ln death. In answer to his in quiries as 10 how he had been found, he heard about the intended drive to church. and discovered the selt-denial Hugo had practlsed Tn giving up the expedition ;o take care ot him.
 = owe you thanks. young man: you have preferred remaining with an old peddler in difficulties 10 accompanying your beiro,hed. IL is a dull exchange"
 :" indeed. said Hugo. am quite re- paid by seeing you all nigh, again was afraid, at first, Il was all over Wha, a narrow escape. Another halfhour we should have been too late"
 Yes. another lease ot hfe," said the hawker, gravely spared little longer by the heavenly friend who has stood a, my side in many dangers during long life of wandering
 .. l-e, me hear your experience. How much you have seen IL will be hours before my friends are back. Talking them over will help while away the time"
 The sketch Eric Peterman gave of his life was indeed remarkable. He was one of those pious men not frequently met with in Norway, who, while earning their livelihood by hawking, are a, the same time humble missionaries. Bible and tract eolporieurs, holding prayer meetings in the villages when they can get a congregation, and Tn an unob,ru- sive way often doing great deal of good. Like most of hIs brethren he was d man of few advantages of education. hu; well