The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-10-04

came 70 an old SCHOOL house. could
tell Il was 4 school house by tho look
Of IL after / had walked around under
the windows tried them one by one,
and dnaliy found q blind that swung
open. could tell by feeling thai the
lower part OF the sash was gone.
The window was q foot or 80 above
my head. and how was to get inI
Well, / found 4 rsH, and, braclng II
against the III and the GROUND climbed
up and in. The smell greeted me that
one finds always in q country school
house-the odor % the pine desks and
the bread and h1tter Of yesterday.
lay down on the door OF that humble
seat Of learning as have lain many
time Ut school long ago, and dreamed
OF my boyhood, with my knapsack for
4 pillow. ] was up and OF betimes IN
the morning, ready for another days
tramp. OF course didn't rest a.
would have rested In my own bed but,
you see, could He down in the grass IN
some shady part OF the roadside ana
make UP for lost time,
Another night had q more remark
able adventure / had been unable 10
ind q place 10 lay my head, and some
tins after came TO an old barn that
supposed to be deserted. A man Btoo0
IN the gloom beyond the doorway, how
ever. He asked me what wanted. ]
told him was looking for a place 70
stay After a moments pariey he said
! could lie on the hay II wished TO-
Then ! climbed up TO the NOW and made
my bed near an upper door that was
open. In the early morning o number
OF farm girls came back Of the barn
after cattle. / could see them plainly
from where lay and punched the hay
for a screen about me, and they went
away without discovering my presence.
zone night was walking in the
woods. Suddenly saw some dark,
omlnous looking object dodge into the
brush ahead Of me. stopped, Wonder-
ing what to do. In q moment shouted
in loud, deep voice:
who's there?"
"Me, sub. do want nuthin', sub.
I'm JUS waitin' heah," was the answer.
at was a big negro, and my voice
had seemed to terrify him"
his stalwart form and roared that
WHO'S there?" In sharp crescendo as
he told the story,
The second night out he slept In a
woodman's hut, a number OF the chti-
dren sleeping in the same room. Early
next morning the bishop arose, and at-
Ter a good breakfast Of West Virginia
hoe cake and bacon, was given lunch
TO take with him, He stopped at a
farm house for his dinner, and there
saw an old fashioned clock that had
not been running for years. Being
something OF a tinker, the bishop oiter-
ed to put It in order. He was told to go
ahead, and the clock was moved to the
back porch. and the spiritual head Of
the Episcopal church in Delaware bus.
led himself with tlnkerlng until the old
clock began TO tick with new lease OF
life.
In another place he mended 4 number
Of umbrellas for a nights lodging. and
did It so skilifuliy that he was invited
to stop again II he ever came to that
region. A number Of nights he slept,on
the wooded side OF the Blue Ridge un-
der the friendly cover Of some big tree.
Many time he could have said, as did
the man Of sorrows, 1.-THE foxes have
holes and the birds Of the air have
nests, but the son of man hath not
where to lay his head"
One night he found lodging In the
mountains with a man and his wife,
who had eight children To his SUR
prise he learned that not one OF them
could read. He told them that It was
wicked: that It was their duty to send
their children 10 school somewhere,
The parents shook their heads and said
1t would cost too much Then the good
bishop took the oEly book In the house
the story OF "Guniver's Traveis'-
and read aloud far Into the night,
while they all sat listening In open
mouthed wonder.
on his long tramp he wore the Oldest
clothes he could find In his attic-a
wide brimmed SLOUGH hat, a coarse,
heavy shirtof checked flannel, an old
fashioned cut-away coat ard heavy.
broRd-toed shoes. He carried also a
stan and knRpsack.
Some he met regarded him with curl
oslty, some with suspicion, some with
pity. Some were strangely attracted to
him by his gentle voice, his white hair
and his kindly face. They begged him
to tell his secret, but he put them on
with q smile and said II would do them
no good TO know. One man thought he
was detective, another took him to
be a travelling tinker, another fugl-
tive, but no one guessed he was cler-
gymau AS his journey proceeded and
his clothes grew dirtier and more
shabby, he began to fall percepubiy in
the estimation OF his observers. Then
he was repeatedly taken for a common
tramp.
His most enjoyable experience was at
the home OF a mouTtaineer, where a
number Of families had assembled for
worship one evening. The spirit Of the
Lord came down upon him In that Sim
pie home and he could not keep silence.
He led them IN prayer and preached the
word Of God to them, and 1t IL safe to
say those simple people Will always re.
member that night.
what impression do you get from
these poor folks OF the woods and
mOuntains?" asked him. What VI
them and their hfe?"
"ONllke patience" he answered. "A
wonderful contentment with hard con-
ditions. No soft beds, no tempting
food, no carpets, no love or comprehend
sion Of the beautiful, no comfort, and
yet with 1t all kind Of happiness"
ITO what chiefly do you attribute
your rugged heaith?"
ITO my lifelong habit OF walking
the best Of oil exercise, and to the fact
that have never tasted tea, coffee or
other stimulants," w
The bishop Ii sixty-one years OF age,
and Is, even now, man Of powerful
physique. In many place he did hard
labor in return for food or lodging. He
sawed half a cord OF wood for one man
and MIXED a number OF COWS for an
other. He carried little money with
him on his 935-mlle tramp and he had
need OF LEGS than he carried.
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