The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1897-05-07


thing that we recall or hope for? With
more emphasis than you put into the
interrogatory Why" I answer, First:
Because our Christ was an Asiatic.
Egypt gave to us it's monuments, Rome
gave to us its law, Germany gave to us
it's philosophy, but Asia gave to us its
Christ. His mother an Asiatic; the
Asiatic; the lakes on whose pebbly
banks he rested and on whose chopped
waves he walked, Asiatic; the apostles
whom he first commissioned, Asiatic.
the audiences he whelmed with his il
lustrations drawn from blooming lilies
and salt crystals, and great rain-falls,
and believing tempests, and hypocrites
long faces, and croaking ravens-all
those audiences Asiatic. Christ during
his earthly stay was never outside of
Asia. When he had sixteen or eighteen
years to spare from his active work,
instead of spending that time in Eu-
rope, think he goes farther toward
the heart of Asia, namely, India. The
Bible says nothing of Christ from
twelve years of age until thirty, but
there are records in India and tradi-
tions in India which represent
strange, wonderful. most excellent, and
supernatural being as staying in India
about that time l think Christ was
there much of the time between his
twelfth and his thirtieth year, but how
ever that may be, Christ was born in
Asia, suffered in Asia, died in Asia, as
cended from Asia, and all that makes
me turn my ear more attentively toward
that continent as hear its cry of dis
treSS
Most interesting are the people of In
dia. At Calcutta, said to one of their
leaders, who spoke English we'll:
Have these idols which l see any
power of themselves to help or de-
stroy?"
He said: mo; they only represent
God. There is but one Cod"
when people die, where do they go
to-"
THAT depends upon what they have
been doing; if they have been doing
good, to heaven, and if they have been
doing evil, to hell"
But do you not believe in the trans
migration of souls, and that after death
we go into birds or animals of some
sort?"
Yes; the last creature man is
thinking of while dying is the one into
which he will go. If he is thinking Of
a bird, he will go into bird; if he is
thinking of a beast, he will go into a
beast"
Il thought you said that at death the
soul goes to heaven or help
"He goes there by gradual process.
1t may take him years and years"
Can any one become Hindoo?
Could become Hindoo?"
Yes, you could"
How could l become Hindoo?"
'By doing as the Hindoos do"
From the walls of one of their mu-
seums at Jeypore 1 had translated for
me these beautiful sentiments:
The wise make failure equal to sue
cess.
Like threads of silver seen through
crystal beads, let love through good
deeds show.
Do not to others that which If done
to thee would cause thee pain. And
this is the sum of duty.
A man obtains proper rule of action
by looking on his neighbor as himself.
From that continent of interesting
folk, from that continent that gave
the Christ, from that continent which
has been endeared by so many mis-
sionary heroics, there comes groan
Of eighty million people in hunger.
More people are in danger of starving
to death in India to-day than the en-
tire population of the United States.
In the famine in India in the year 1877
about six million people starved to
death. That is more than all the peo-
pie of Washington, Of New York, of
Philadelphia, of Chicago, put together.
But that famine was not tenth part
as awful as the one there now raging.
Twenty thousand are dying there of
famine every day. Whole villages and
towns have died-every man, woman
anu Cullu, uOhC iCII " luc ucdO.
The vultures and the jackals are the
only pallbearers. Though some help
has been sent, before full relief can
reach them suppose there will be
at least ten million dead. Starvation,
even for one person, is an awful pro-
cess. No food, the vitals gnaw upon
themselves and faintness and languor
and pangs from head to foot, and hor-
ror and despair and insanity take full
possession. One handful of wheat or
corn or rice per day would keep life
going, but they cannot get handful.
The crops failed and the millions are
dying Oh, it is hard to be hungry in
a world where there is enough grain,
and fruit, and meat, to fill all the hun
CRY mouths on the planet; but alas!
that the sufferer and the supply cannot
be brought together There stands In
dia to-day! Look at her! Her face
dusky from the suns of many centur-
les; under her turban such achings of
brow as only dying nation feels; her
eyes hollow with unutterable woe: the
tears rolling down her sunken cheek;
her back bent with more agonies than
cho Knows how tn carry. her ovens