The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-02-03

were uprooted and fell across the pit, shut
| ting them securely in.
In i've minutes the strange storm had
swept by, and all was calm and still save
for shower of rain
But in the improvised cyclone pit hub
bub reigned; groans, cries, prayers rent the
air till Mr.. Rodgers commanded silence.
They were packed like sardines in a box,
SO that they could not move. 1t seemed
strange. that they could make so much
| noise.
After some consultation Israel, who was
tall and slim, mounted the back of Silas,
| who was very broad. and after many strug.
| giles and failures managed TO scramble out
between the branches of the trees Find
ing an ak hard by be chopped hole among
| the limbs, through which they all finally
! succeeded in escaping after rude ladder
had been improvised for them to ascend on.
While these preparations were going on
| the imprisoned crowd INDUCED in some
| lively passages. Silas could not refrain
| from twitting Aunt Bina by asking how
| she came there in the pit.
II cum YER" said she boldly, 'kase
| bleegter fetch Marse Sans baby. You
/ think gwinter low Marse Sans baby tub
be knocked tub piecesg"
Il thought you wuz one dat wouldn't
run frum Gaud, an yer you cum plud-de-
| junk in disher hole. Please Gaud, ef
| hadn't scrouged tub one side you'd hab
| knocked my head off,
"You t'ink | gwinter tex de 'sponsibility
OBJ disher chile an low inyt'ing tub hap
pen tub it? No." cried she, hugging up
the fat baby, NANNY loves her boyr'
Hits all berry well bout de chile" pur-
sued Silas, 'but how, / wanter know, you
gwinter answer tub de Laud fer runnin'
frum him2 He ent a-gwinter TEX no sicher
'scuse as dat. He'll say, You triflin' run
| away Niger"
''Silas, hold your tongue" said Mr..
Rodgers, coming to the old woman's res
cue 81 thank God Aunt Bina could run
like deerhound, or my child would have
been killed"
And the Lord will say, We'll done,
good and faithful servant" cried Mrs.
Rodgers, weeping.
''Dey, nowl what you got tub say tub
dat?" cried Aunt Bina triumphantly.
II shu, Miss Laura" said Silas, II berry
glad Aunt Bina sabe de chile; Gaud knows
I'd had resked my life fer it myself Aunt
Bina bein' in position OBJ 'sponsibility an
truss, does right tub run; faint as GusS
Use discussin' her duty, but as a sinner
wedder she should run from Gaud."
By this time between faith and duty
Aunt Bina was in quite a maze, but Mr.
Rodgers cut the matter short.
Nobody can run from God, for he IS
everywhere, so it's waste of time to try and
hunt a place where he isn't, but it's per-
fectly right to run from a cyclone like
fury"
When the prisoners were released they
saw that a clean road 100 feet wide had
been cut through the cotton field and the
woods as far as the eye could reach by the
cyclone in its awful march.
my friends" said Mr.. Rodgers, as he
looked around, perhaps it was lucky
thing that you dug this pit. else we ali
might have been swept into eternity. And
our lives are the treasures that we found in
that hole"
That night Juba disappeared. By times
Monday morning the hands were in the
field gathering in the remainder of the cot
ton crop.-Paul Grant in Atlanta Constitu-
ton.