Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-02-11
HIRAM SAWDY'S NERVE,
He Was Amazed at the Hymn, but Saw
1t Through.

lie was Amazed at the Hymn, but Saw
1t Through.
AS remarked" said Colonel Aims.
worth, sand is the noblest attribute OF
the human animal. No match what the
game, the man who plays his stack to the
last chip will eventually win out. Mebbe
he finds split on the floor, an comm back
busts the bank. Anyway he strengthens
his moral natur' an playin losin game
hard has its recommendations. An this quail
ity OF sand amt in no wise limited to
sports an men Of the world Divinity
students are just as li'ble to show the
strain as yore shawl kyard man, or the
owneh OF string of bosses. l even now
recall, sub, an ole Cam lite preacher down
IN Christian county who has as much
pure blood as u ten acre pastur' full Of
thoroughbreds. An l amt hangin nv
conclusion on the way he cleaned out the
gang fun Gracey that night they rode
oven to bust his protracted meetin at
Haley's Mills. He ca'ved up the two
Wlthers boys SOS they wouldn't hold
feathers, an he stacks up 'leven others like
they was cawd wood. 1t wasn't that cpl
sode in the life Of the Rev. Hiram Sawdy.
which was his name, nor yit his stan in off
the Jack Creek outfit TINT was bent on
lynchin niggah that I rega ded as the big,
courageous play of his life. To my min
the gamest thing he ever done was right
in the line of his business an showed con-
clusiyely that you couldn't stampede him
ner deal game so hard agin him that he'd
go to the discard
''It was like this Misteh SAVOY, among
otheh clerical duties, preached every otheh
Sunday at Hopkinsville. 1t was his custom
on SIGH occasions to come Sat day afte noon
an go to the house of professor, a
brotheh in the chnrch-we call 'em pro-
fessehs-an thar he'd fix up his discourse
TO- the nex' day an likewise pick out the
hymns to be raised.
Gone Sat'day he stopped at Green Clay
Harges' house. Harges' boy Breckenridge
Is a p'ison misohievous kid, alters a-playin
of his tricks. Misteh Sawdy was called
fun the room temporarily an the boy
ducked in an stole the preaoheh's hymn
book. Misteh Sawdy turned down the
leaves of his book, indicatin the hymns to
be sung This yere Harges boy had song
he'd cut out of newspaper. 1t had struck |
his fancy somehow an he thought he'd
in careful an smooth an sneaks the book
back on to Misteh Sawdy's table. The
next day, a ter prayin, the preacher opens
his hymn book an begins to line out the
selection. 1t began:
"Clarence MoFadden he wanted to dance.
"He was amazed at the words, an layin
the book down on the pulpit, takes off his
specs an wipes 'em exceedin car'ful. Then
he goes on again an reads that unspeak-
able hymn from sound of gong to distance
flag. 1t goes like this:
Clarence McFadden he wanted to dance,
But his feet wasn't gated that way,
30 he goes to teacher an stated the case
An said he was willin to pay.
'The teacher looked down in surprise at his
feet
An viewed their enormous expanse.
He tackled on to his regular price
For larnin McFadden to dance.
:" The preaoheh, as I was tellin yo', was
, brave man; but, sub, the song almost
AIDED him. He rallied, took big drink
If watch, an says to his congregation:
Brothehs an sistehs, it's 25 year an
more since I've been givin out hymns
'um this yere blessed book, an this IL the
ust time 1 ricollec' a-strikin this one.
But, he says, bracin himself agin, SITS in
he hymn book, brothehs an sistehs, an #
ONE one of yo' all will pitch the tune,
veil sing 1t, by the grace of heaven, If we
'ust trace chain. "-William e, Lewis
n New York Journal