The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1892-11-17

quietly oveTpoWeEed, the jailer would
b forced to surrender the keys, and
then Jack Hurd and all the men held,
because Of their devotion TO the Union,
would DO released, giving them six
hours Of darkness IN which to get into
the western hills.
This plan staggered Mrs. Hurd. Il
was Q bolder scheme than she had
dreamed Of. for she had not taken into
account the help she might get from
Union men. But now that Pike and
Jack would be working together she felt
that nothing could resist them.
The men prevailed on her to eat some
thing, and when she was ready to go
back to the prison. which was about
eight O'Clock, the same eOlored woman
vas on hand to guide her.
Without any delay she was conducted
to her son, and as she neared the cell in
which he was confined, she saw brighter
light than that burning in the corridor,
and she heard a voice that she did not
recognise chanting q hymn she had
learned as 4 girl up at Tazewell-
Here bring your wounded hearts,
Here tell your anguish;
Earth hath no sorrow
That heaven cannot heal.
She crept up to the cell door, and look
ing through the grating she saw an old
man with long gray hair and kindly
face praying, with his thin hands clasped
and his closed eyes appraised to the cell
ing, while Jack sat on the cot, with his
right hand pushed into the breast Of his
shirt.
Mrs. Hurd was admitted to the cell
and the old clergyman, whom she sub
asquently learned was Union at heart,
Ghook hands with hc- and spoke words
Of comfort, which he knew to be Q mock
cry, and which did not touch her nearly
40 much as did the tears that poured
down his wrinkled face as he spoke.
In the course of these articles have
frequently referred to the fact that while
the southern mountainous are to the
stranger shockingly profane in their or
binary speech, the habit is simply the
survival in Q vulgar form Of the pioua
expressions with which their Covenantel
forefathers interlarded their speech. A
Q matter Of fact, their natures are pro
foundly religious, and although it would
Be impossible to formulate the canons Of
their faith there can be no installing
their profound trust in God, their intensC
hope Of immortality and their implicit
belief in the divine character Of thu
Master
While the clergyman was praying
Jack-pOor fellow, his heart was in {
condition to be touched-interJected thu
Explanations he had learned in the CAM
meetings up the mountains. "Heal
prayer, Lori" Send down graceF
"Tetch the hearts of we uns, o Godr
make fab in our Breasts Amen
amen, and amenf" "Glory to GodF
tHallelujahi hallelujahI" And all tn,
while he swayed his tall, 1.-THE form will
. rhythmic motion, to which the cadence
Of the pastors voice kept time.
Shaking hands with the mother an(
son, and promising to call again beforl
daylight on the morrow, the clergyman
left about ten o'clock, and the turnkey
would have taken Mrs. Hurd out hai
not the man in charge Of the prison pu
In an appearance, and after hearing he
pleading consented to let her remain til
one o'clock. At her request he ais,
opened the door leading into the CORR
dor, for though the night was cold tn,
air within the cell was sitting.
When Mrs. Hurd was alone with hel
con, the poor fellow groaned:
"Hit wouldn't be nigh so hard to bal
Of 90 be Pike, he'd showed up; but aim
seed him sence got the sentence.
wouldn't a. shuk him so eff he wus in my
place"
''Pike amt shuk yo'," said the mother
""Tain't in the blood to go back on oul
own kin. We uns amt that kind"
And then she went on to tell him o.
the preparations Pike and other friend
were making for his release; and sh'
ended by adding, Jest az shores Goo
Almighty sees we uns har, jest so shor'
Pikell show up, and hen win or die
a-tryin."
Jack kissed his mother and know
ing how very weary she was, made hel
lie down on the cot, and thsn he loosen
ed the shoes on her poor swollen fee
and sat down by her head and smoothei
back the loosened gray hair till tn,
noises died out and she drifted bacl
from the prison to her cabin in the noun
tains.
And Jack Hurd sat there paying n,
heed to the coughing and the groaninl
Of the men in the surrounding cells; b
was intently listening for q sound from
outside that would indicate the cominl
Of the promised help. he heard tn
half hourly calls Of the guards announc
ing that all was well, and his Draw
heart beat faster whenever the fan Of |
distant foOtstep came to his ears.
Half past twelve was called out, b.
had heard 1t passing from post to post
Il seemed hours and hours, and he mus
have been DOING when he was startlet
by hearing the call Of the first guard:
Zone o'clock Post number oneI All
wellP'
Why did not the cry go on7 Hereto
fore, when it died out on the lips Of on
guard, it was repeated from guard ;,
guard till it ended in the distance witt
"Post sixteen"
Amurmur, like that Of the wind risinl
IN the mountains. Nearer and nearer l
came, till he could distinguish the in
tense whispers of many men, accom-
panied by the fall of hurrying feet.
Jack HurdI Jack Hurdr'
II was Pixies voice ringing through
the prison. The mother sprang from
the cot to see half a score Of men in tn
corridor, all armed, and disguised witt