The Arizona sentinel., 1886-12-04
A WONDERFUL MACHINE.

4 WONDERFUL MACHINE. ireat-GraDdfather Pritchet Surprises the
 Boys on Thanksgiving Morning and
 Teaches Them an Object Lesson.
 Great-grandfather Pritchet rubbed lis spectacles right and left and up md down, and blew upon them, and set them astride of his nose, and took put his nippers and pincers and 1rivers, and gathered together the machinery of the new, big, bright en- zine with all the insides and outsides 0f "a regular steamer" (which the boys had taken apart And every one nudged and looked at every one else, for Great-Grandfather Pritchet was great man in his way, and nobody could have helped looking and nudg- ng when smoke-stacks and boilers and shafts and pipes and pistoDs went into hempen bag, and Grandfather Pritchet sat on the three-legged stool shaking them up.
 "What is that for, please?" ventured young Wilfred, chuckling bit to him self
 I'm shaking the engine together" was the reply.
 '.It will smash every single thing" muttered Johannes.
 And Great-Grandfather Pritchet looked askew from under the glasses astride of his nose and ex- Claimed: Odd! very odd!''
 So it was; and every one was sure of it.
 You said you would put It togeth- er," muttered Johannes, not very glee fully, ''and you are shaking it to Oitsr'
 "How's that? Is it possibler ejac- liated Great-grandfather Pritchet, sying the bag outside; then glancing within. No; not bit of it. Boy, you are mistaken! It is but taking form; he parts are but selecting their atti- tudes; they are but preparing to com 0ine-to slip into their appointed places"
 And the nippers and pincers and hammers and drivers lay coolly on the floor, while Great-grandfather Pritch- et shook the bag as before. Johannes pit his lip and turned red in the face, and twirled about on his high heel, and his brothers whispered among themselves, waiting to see what was to come next.
 Ut will be ruined. Grandfather- ruined and broken to bits! Please let me have the bag"
 "How! Why? For what?" inquired Great-grandfather Pritchet, calmly, as f amazed. Twill it not put itself to- gether?"
 "Why, how can it without hands?" ''How can it without somebody to do it?" 'It takes a head as we'll as hands to put steam-engine together!' three voices exclaimed.
 Great-grandGather Pritchet looked gravely at his bag.
 "A head as well as hands?-in other words a man. That is odd enough, to be sure!-But now answer me this: if it takes head and hands to put toy steam-engine together, what must it take to put man together?-man, who is mass of wonderful tissues, nerves, muscles, bones; man, who is sensitive and intelligent breathing. moving, thinking; man with his wonderful body continually reconstructing itself; so in finitely delEate in mechanism that a pins point of deviation from the proper arrangement gives anguish; so wonderfully constructed that it moves in all its complicated ways without effort and without pain;-wh is to put such creature together?"
 And the three lads answered: God. "
 Now, suppose 1 put this steam engine together and make it run smoothly" inquired Great-grandfather Pritchet, eyeing the bag, ''what will you do for your part, Johannes; for the steam-engine is yours?"
 ''I shall thank you very much, sir. "
 Great-grandfathe Pritchet stamped his foot with its buckled shoe, and Jo- names knew that he had made the right answer.
 "There are four of us here whom God has put together. All our joints work; all our hearts pump; our lungs take in the air and puff it out; our stomachs take charge of our food and deal it about to our wearing bodies; our ears hear, our eyes enable us to see, and our brains carry on a world of business. Which of us has a mistitted joint, or a badly made bit of machin cry, or finds any. thing at all wrong or out of place in his whole body? Why, not one of us; not one of us, though 1 am not so brisk a runner as 1 once was-not a soul of usi And whom have we to thank? Put on your hats, boys; the air outside, too, is clear and bright; we shall not spend Thanksgiv- ing morning fitting steam-engines to- gether when we have not thanked God that we are in comfortable working order ourselves. Be quick now, and fly aboutl'
 And Great-grandfather Pritchet stamped hard on the floor with his spry, bebuckled foot, till the boys started for their hats; and the boys whisked about as though they were trying their joints, and Great-grand- father Pritchet hung the hempen bag on nail. while he and the three younger Pritchets went to give thanks '-Ge0rge Klingle, in St. Nichotas,