The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1897-07-27

ST have heard the good doctor say
the world was not-made in a minute, ~
and smiling, the good Juan disappear
ed.
If you wish to anger a hasty man,
quote his own words against him.
Which explains why the doctor
threw a boot at Juan, and why the
boot missed him. The boot had flown
through the open door and across the
porch to the hammock, and the doctor,
in no amiable mood, dressed as was
the immortal my Son John" Iimping
ly pursued.
"WeL, what the devill" the doctor
exclaimed. "Ah, yes, the sulphur boy
back on time; that is a good begin
ming"
This is it, which you are wanting,
senor9"
The Indian boy stood before him
holding out a small skin pouch, whose
distended mouth permitted him to see
Its contents. The doctor glanced at it,
rubbed his eyes, looked at it a second
time, then seized a piece of the yellow
stuff, weighed it in the palm of his
hand, bit it, examined it earnestly, and
finally said in a savage tone: Tell me
at once where you got it"
"The sent me to the noun
tains."
''For sulphur, boy-do you know
what this is9" demanded the doctor fe-
rociously.
The frightened boy retreated, ST
am sorry. 1 thought it was right, Sc
nor. 1 will go back and search again"
"Oh, what fools these perros are.
No, you shall go back again, but I will
go with you at once. am not angry
with you, no. Why, you are one in a
thousand. Give me the pouch. Do
you know what this is! It is the stuff
that rules the world-that makes and
unmakes empires. It is power, it is.
Come, come, not a word. Boy, I will
make you what you are not. I will
now, Juan, what are you wantingG"
"The doctor need starve no longer"
said Juan; 1.-The doctors coffee is
ready"
Serve it at once. You will eat with
me-you and this muchachito."
Juan set about it. and soon the three
were breaktasting together. 1T is
but another of his whims," Juan whis-
pered to the Indian boy beside him,
'in the which he must always be hui
mored."
Regarding his master in such a light,
it is not surprising that Juan should
have listened in silence to the instruc
tions that the doctor hurriedly poured
forth, as he hastily gulped down his
ccff7e and cheese; nor that, at the
meals conclusion he leisurely under
took the task that his master had set
him, with stolid Indifference to the
doctors impatience. For the Aztec is
not easily moved, nor do oaths exas-
perate him, unless they accuse his
mother. He does not like to be called
a dog, but he passes the unkind epithet
by in naughty, digniied silence.
The horses were saddled and ready
at last, the bags we'll filed with provis
ions and sundry curious packages that
the doctor himself STUFFED in them;
and they finally set out in single file,
the Indian boy on foot leading the
way, the doctor mex with his rife, and
Juan bringing up the rear, with such
an assortment of spades and mache5tes
as might have stocked a gardeners
tool house.
It was not the first time that the
doctor had climbed the mountains.
He had spent days in the Cerro Que
medo collecting mineral specimens,
and always with q half confessed hope
that sometime he might discover that
which enable him to return to civiliza
ton and indulge in the extravagant
luxuries which were bayond the reach
Of men go poor as he. Not until he
might do go would he return to it, he
had vowed; and now, by the merest
chance in the world, this Indian boy
had come to him, and would lead him
to where he might find the weapon
with which the world could be con
quered. No wonder the doctor spurred
his horse and urged the boy to hasten.
Across arroyas and mountain brooks
and over the lava capped foothills the
Indian boy, with tireless feet and silent
faithfulness led them, till finally the
forests became too dense for the horses
to curry them further. Here the
beasts were unsaddled and tied, and