San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-08
NO. COPYRIGHTED BY AffERcAN PRESI .A5oeAToN 1891 ~

| shan you won De UeCneu.
"How did you happen to be converted
yourself, Jale?" Brent asked. you've
never told me-"
.Why, you see l was naturally of a
religious mater, and I've tried 'em all,
but never fell foul of religion that
had real proved miracles till seed
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 |
was to the Italian convent, and knowed
the fourth proof article. | may talk
rough about this business, but Brother
Brent knows I'm honest about it"
Jake led US forward and stationed us
auditors.
Presently Sizzum appeared. He had
taken time to tone down the pioneer and
develop the deacon in his style, and
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 muddy skin, was sleekly
put behind his ears. A large white bios
som of cravat expanded under his nude,
beefy chin, and he wore black dress
coat, creased with its 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
walls of oily responsiveness. He was a
big, powerful man, without one atom of
delicacy in him-a fellow who never
could take flower or gentle heart into
his hand without crushing it by brutal
instinct. A creature with such an
amorphous beak of a nose, with such a
heavy Tipped mouth and such wilderness
of jaw, could never perceive the fine
SAVIOR of any delicate thing. Coarse joys
were the only joys for such 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 officein his oratory.
Through it he hailed his auditors to open
their hearts, as canal boatman halls
the locks with 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 morsels.
Pah! how the recollection of the fellow
disgusts me! And yet he had an I'M
wholesome fascination which compelled
us to listen. l could easily understand
how he might overbear feeble minds,
and wheedle those that loved hattery.
He had some education. Travel had
polished his base metal so that it shone
well enough to deceive the vulgar or the
credulous. He did not often allow him
self the broad coarseness of his brother
preachers in the church.
Bodily food had been prepared by the
women while the men listened to Siz-
zum's grace before meat. A fragrance
of baking bread had pervaded the air.
A thousand slices of fat pork sizzled in
two hundred frying pans, and water
boiled for two hundred coffee or tea
pots, Saints cannot solely live on SER
mons
Brent and l walked about to survey
the camp. We stopped wherever we
found the emigrants sociable, and chatted
with them. They were all eager to
know how much length of journey re-
manned.
"We're comm to believe, some of u.s."
said an old crone, with wrinkle for
every grumble of her life, "that we're to
be forty year in the wilderness, like the
old Izzerullites. wouldn't have come,
Samwell, if I'd known what you was
bringin ME to-"
"There's many of us wouldn't have
come, mother" rejoined SamweH a
cowed man Of anxious look, eff we'd
known as much as we do now"
Samwell glanced sadly at his dirty,
travel worn children, at work at mud pies
and dust vol au vents. His dowdy wife
broke off the colloquy by announcing, in
a tone that she must have learned from
rattlesnake, that the loaf was baked,
the bacon was fried and supper shouldn't
wait for anybody's talking.
All the emigrants were English. Ian
cashire their accent and dialect an
nounced, and Lancashire they told us
was their home in the old stepmother
country.