The Arizona sentinel., 1886-02-06
THE DARK RIVER.
A Beautiful Little Allegory, Suited to All
 Times and Conditions.

 A Beautiful. Little Allegory, Suited to All
 Times and Conditions.
 Once upon time little boy came, during his play, to the bank of a river. The waters of the river were very dark and wild, and there was so black a cloud over the river that the little boy could not see the further shore. An icy wind came up from the cloud and chilled the little boy, and he trembled with cold and fear as the wind smote. his cheeks and ran its slender, icicle fingers through his yellow curls. An old man sat on the bank of the river, he was very, very old, his head and shoulders were cover ed with a black mantle, and his head was white as snow.
 twill you come with me, little boy?" asked the old man.
 "Where?" inquired the little boy.
 ''To yonder shore," replied the old
 "Oh, no; not to that dark shore," said the little boy. "I would be afraid to go."
 "But think of the sunlight always there," said the old man, 'the birds and flowers: and remember there is no pain nor anything of that kind to vex you"
 The little boy looked and saw the dark cloud hanging over the waters, and he felt the cold wind come up from the riv- CT; moreover, the sight of the strange man terrified him. So, hearing his moth CT calling him, the little boy ran back to his home, leaving the old man by the river side.
 Many years after that time the little boy came again to the river, but he was not little boy now-he was big strong man.
 1.-The river is the same," said he; ''the wind is the same cold, cutting wind of ice, and the same black cloud obscures yonder shore. I wonder where the strange old man can beP"
 'sI am be-" said solemn voice.
 The man turned and looked on him who spoke, and he saw warrior clad in black armor and yielding an iron sword.
 "No, you are not he,' cried the man. "You are warrior come to do me harm.n
 q am, indeed, warrior" said the other ''Come with me across the river"
 "No," replied the man, "I will not go with you. Hark, hear the voices of my wife and children calling to me l return to themr
 The warrior strove to hold him fast and bear him across the river to the yonder shore, but the man prevailed against him and returned to his wife and little ones and the warrior was left upon the river bank.
 Then many years went by and the strong man became old and feeble He found no pleasure in the world, forhe was weary of living. His wife and children were dead, and the old man was alone. So one day he came to the bank of the river for the third time and he saw that the waters had become quiet and that the wind which came up from the river was warm and gentle and smelled of flowers; there was no dark clouds overhanging the yonder shore, but in its place was golden mist through which the old man could see people walking on the yonder shore and stretching out their hands to him, and he could hear them calling him by name. Then he knew they were the voices of his dear ones.
 'I am weary and lonesome, cried the old man. .tAll have gone before me-father, mother, wife, children-all whom 1 have loved. I see them and hear them on yonder shore, but who will bear me to them?'
 Then spirit came in answer to this cry. But the spirit was not strange old man, nor yet an armored warrior; but as he came to the rivers bank that day he was gentle angel, clad in white; his face was very beautiful, and there was divine tenderness in his eyes.
 .'Rest thy head upon my bosom," said the angel, "and I will bear thee across the river to those. who call thee"
 So, with the sweet peace of little child sinking to his slumbers, the old man dropped in the arms of the angel | and was borne across the river to those who stood upon the yonder shore and ollod - TbIouoo Moo,c