Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1893-01-17

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the amphitheater.
Snow. brethren" says Shamberlain to
rs, "ef you want to hear exhortin a.
runs without stoppin. step mp and listen
to the Apostle OF the Gentiles. Prehaps,"
and here Jake winked perceptibly,
"you'li be teched. and want to jine, and
prehaps you wont. Ef you're docyle
you'll be teched; ef you're bulls OF Bs-
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 was naturally OF q
religious mater. and I've tried 'em all,
but never fell foul Of q religion that
had real proved miracles till l seed a
man, born dumb, what was cured by
the Prophet Joseph looking down his
throat and tellin his palate to speak up;
and 1t did speak mp, did that there
palate. and went on talkin most onco /.
mon. It's onbeknown tongues 1t tai {,
suthin like gibberidge, but Joseph g. ]
that was how the tongues sounded in
the apostles time to them as hadn't got
the interruption Of tongues. ! struck
my dag to that there miracle. I'd seen
'em gettin mp the sham kind, when
was to the Italian convent, and I knowcd
the fourth proof article. ! may talk
rough about this business, but Brother
Brent knows I'm honest about It."
Jake led rs forward and stationed rs
In posts Of honor before the crowd OF
auditors.
Presently Sizrum appeared. He had
taken time to tone down the pioneer and
develop the deacon In 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 muddy skin, was sleekly
put behind his ears. A large white bios
tom 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 persuasiveness. He was q
big. powerful man. without one atom OF
delicacy In him-a fellow who never
could take flower or u gentle heart into
his hand without crushing 1t by a brutal
Instinct. A creature with such an
amorphous beak OF nose. with such .
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 n soul.
His voice was as repulsive rs his mien
and manner. That badly modelled nose
had an important Office In his oratory.
Through 1t he hailed his auditors to open
their hearts, as u canal boatnan halls
the locks with canal horn of bassoon
caliber. But sometimes, when he wished
TO DO 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 un-
wholesome fascination which compelled
US to listen. could easily understand
how he might overbear feeble minds,
aud wheedls those that loved fattery.
He had some education. Travel had
polished his base metal 80 that 1t 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.
Eumis 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 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 10
mained.
"we're comin to believe. some OF u.s.
said an old crone. with . wrinkle for
every grumble Of her life, "that we're to
bs forty year In the wilderness, like the
old Ixzerulli wouldn't have come
Bamwell. II II known what you was
bringin me to-"
There's = many Of N wouldn't have
some, mother" rejoined Ssmwell
fowed man Of anxious look. ''if we'd
known ss much a. 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 of the colloquy by announcing. In
B tone that she must have learned from
b rattlesnake. that the loaf was baked.
the bacon was fried and supper shouldn't
wait for any bodys talking.
All the emigrants were Engiish. Lam.
tashire their accent and dialect an
bounced. and Lancashirs they told n
was their home In the old stepmother
country.
Stepmother. indeed. to these her chill.
areni No wonder that they found life ut
homo intolerablei They were the poor
est class Of townspeopls from the grva,
manufacturing towns-penny trades
men, indoor craftsmen. factory opera
tivss-a puny, withered sst Of beings;
hardly men, II man means strength;
hardly women. n woman means beauty.
Their faces told Of long ysan passed In
the foul Air Of closs shops. or work.
rooms. or steamy, oily. nocculsnt mills.
All work and no play Aad been their
history.
1--WE have not seen" ssid Brent. zone
heaaty John Bull OF buxna Bstsy Bull
In the whole caravan"
"They look ~ n husls md slops had
been their meat and dxink. instead Of
beef and beer"
.Rssf and bssr Ssloag 70 fellows that
have I'D n thsis sAssks end guRAws In