The Press., 1892-10-20

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 No sooner had this nomad town set tied itself quietly for the night than town meeting collected in the open of the amphitheater.
 "Now, brethren" says Chamberlain to us, ssef you want to hear exhortin as runs without stoppin. step up and listen to the Apostle of the Gentiles. Prehaps," and here Jake winked perceptibly, "you'l1 be teched, and want to jine, and prehaps you won't. Eff you're docyle you'll be teched; eff you're bulls of Ba- shan you won't be teched."
 "How did you happen to be converted yourself, JakeY' Brent asked. You've never told me-"
 ''Why, you see I was naturally of a religious mater, and I've tried 'em all, but never fell foul of religion that had real proved miracles till I seed q man, born dumb, what was cured by the Prophet Joseph looking down his throat and tellin his palate to speak up; and it did speak up, did that there palate, and went on talkin most oncom- mon. It's onbeknown tongues it talks, suthin like gibberidge, but Joseph said that was how the tongues sounded in the apostles time to them as hadn't got the interruption of tongues. struck my flag to that there miracle. I'd seen 'em gettin up the sham kind, when I was to the Italian convent, and knowed the fourth proof article. 1 may talk rough about this business, but Brother Brent knows I'm honest about it..
 Jake led us forward and stationed us in posts of honor before the crowd of auditors.
 Presently Sizzum appeared. He had taken time to tone down the pioneer and develop the deacon ill his style, and a very sleek parsonage he had made of himself. He was clean shaved; clean shaving is favorite coxcombry of the deacon class. His long black hair, grow ing rank from a muddy skin, was sleekly put behind his ears. A large white blos- som of cravat expanded under his nude, beefy chin, and he wore black dress coat, creased with it's recent packing. Except that his pantaloons were thrust into his boots he was in correct go-to- meetin costume-a Chadband of the plains.
 He took his stand and began to full mine over the assemblage. His manner was coarse and overbearing, with inter vals of oily persuasiveness. He was 8 big, powerful man, without one atom of delicacy in him-a fellow who never could take a flower or gentle heart into his hand without crushing it by a brutal instinct. A creature with such an amorphous beak of nose, with such 8 heavy Tipped mouth and such wilderness of jaw, could never perceive the fine savor of any delicate thing. Coarse joys were the only joys for such a body; coarse emotions, the pleasures of force and domination the only emotions crude enough for such soul.
 His voice was as repulsive as his mien and manner. That badly modelled nose had an important office in his oratory. Through it he hailed his auditors to open their hearts, as a canal boatman halls the locks with 8 canal horn of bassoon caliber. But sometimes, when he wished to be seductive, his sentences took the channel of his mouth and his great lips rolled the words over like fat 1norsels. Pahl how the recollection of the fellow disgusts me! And yet he had an un- wholesome fascination which compelled us to listen. could easily understand how he might overbear feeble minds, and wheedle those that loved fattery.