Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1898-10-17

for it's last fall under the buckshot Of
the trapper. 1t is splendid appear
ance that the painters pencil fails to
sketch, and only hunters dream on
pillow of hemlock at the foot of ST.
aegis In able to picture. When, 20
miles from any settlement, it comes
down at eVentide to the lakes edge 10
drink among the lily ponds and, with
its sharp-edged hoof, skaters the
crystal of Long Lake. it is very pic
turesque. But only when, after miles
of pursuit, with heaving sides and
lolling tongues and eyes swimming in
death the stag leaps from the cliff ILL
to Upper Saranac, can you realize
how much David had suffered from
his troubles, and how much he wanted
God when he expressed himself in the
words of my text: LAS the hart
panteth after the water brooks, so
panteth my soul after thee, 0 God"
Well, now let all those who have
coming after them the lean hounds of
poverty, or the black hounds Of per-
secution, or the spotted hounds Of
vicissitude, Or the pale hounds Of
death, or who are in any wise pur-
sued, run to the wide, deep, glorious
lake of divine solace and rescue. The
most of the men and women whom
happened to know at different times,
if not now, have had trouble after
them, sharp-muzzled trouble after
of you have made the mistake of try
ing to fight them. Somebody meanly
attacked you, and you attacked them;
or they deprecated you, you de-
preciated them; or they overreached
you in a bargain, and you tried, in
Wall street parlance, to get corner
on them; or you have had bereave-
ment, and, instead of being submits
sive, you charge on the doctors who
failed to effect cure; or you charge
on the carelessness of the railroad
company through which the accident
occurred; or you are a chronic in
valid, and you fret, and worry, and
scold, and wonder why you can not
be well like other people, and you
angrily blame the neuralgia, or the
laryngitis, or the ague, or the sick
headache. The fact is, you are deer
at bay. Instead of running to the
waters of divine consolation, and slak-
ing your thirst and cooling your body
and soul in the good cheer of the Cos
pei, and swimming away into the
mighty deeps of Gods love, you are
fighting a whole kennel of barriers.
[ saw in the Adirondacks a dog ly-
ing across the road, and he seemed
unable to get up, and | said to some
hunters near by: what is the mat
ter with that dog?" They answered.
ga deer hurt him." And [ saw he had
great swollen paw and a battered
head, showing where the antlers
struck him. And the probability is
that some of you might give mighty
clip to your pursuers, you might dam
age their business, you might worry
them into i'll health, you might hurt
them as much as they hurt you. but,
after all, it is not worth while. You
only have hurt a hound. Better be off
for the Upper Saranac, into which the
mountains of Gods eternal strength
look down and moor their shadows.
AS for your physical disorders, the
worst strychnine you can take is fret
fulness, and the best medicine is re-
ligion. know people who were only
little disordered, yet have fretted
themselves ito complete valetudina-
rianism, while others put their trust
in God and come up from the very
shadows of death, and have lived COM
fortably twenty-five years with only
one lung. A man with one lung, but
God with him, is better off than a
Goddess man with two lungs. Some of
you have been for a long time sailing
around Cape Fear when you ought TO
have been sailing around Cape Good
Hope. Do not turn back, but go ahead.
The deer will accomplish more with
it's swift feet than with it's horns.
[ saw whole chains of lakes in the
Adirondacks, and from one height you
can see thirty, and there are said TO
be over eight hundred in the great
wilderness of New York So near are
they to each other that your noun tain
guide picks up and carries the boat
from lake to lake, the small distance
between them for that reason called
a carry" And the realm of Gods
word is one long chain of bright, re-
freshing lakes; each promise lake,
very short carry between them, and,
though for ages the pursued have
been drinking out of them, Shey are
full up to the top of the green banks,
and the same David describes them,
and they seem so near together that
in three different places he speal1es of
them as a continuous river, saying:
''There is a river, the streams whereof
shall make glad the city of God"
'"Thou shalt make them drink of the
rivers of thy pleasures" "Thou
greatly enrichest it with the river of
God. which is full of water.''
But very many Of you who are
wronged in the world-and if in any
assembly between here and Golden
Gate, San Francisco, it were asked