The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-04-26

'ie cong: e;,a;icn of Dungara he said
dnrkly They of the padri's flock have
PIT N clothes and worship busy god
Thcref fore Dungara will afflict them
gr:2yons..' till they throw themselves
ho"l;ns into the waters of the Berbul-
da AT night the red elephant tusk
doomed and sroaned among the hills
and the faithful walked and said: The
god of things as they are natures re-
vense against the bacissliders. Be mer-
ciful. Durgara. to us. thy children. and
give us all their crops!"
Laie in the cold weather the collector
aud his wife came into the Buria Kol.
country. go and look at Krenk's mis-
eion." said Gallo "He is doing good
work in his own way. and think he'd
be pleased if you opened the bamboo
chapel that he has managed TO run up
at any rate. you'll see civilized Buria
Kol."
Great was the stir in the mission
"Now he and the gracious lady will
that we have done good work with their
own eyes see. and-yes-we will him
our converts in all their new clothes by
their own hands constructed exhibit. 1t
will great day be-for the Lord al
ways" said Justus. and Lotta said
"Amen."
Justus had, in his quiet way, felt
jealous Of the Basel weaving mission,
his own converts being unhandy, but
Athon Daze had latterly induced some
Of them to hackle the glossy silky fbers
Of plant that grew plenteously Oh the
Panth hill. It yielded cloth white and
smooth almost as the tappa of the south
seas. and that day the converts were to
wear for the first time clothes made
therefrom. Justus was proud Of his
work.
''They shall in white clothes clothed
to meet the collector and his well born
Lady come down singing Nov thank
we all our God Then he will the
chapel open. and, yes, even Gallo. to
believe will begin. Stand SO. my chill
dren. two by two, and-Lotta, why do
they thus themselves scratch2 It is not
seemly to wriggle, Nala, my child. The
collector will be here and be panied"
The collector. his wife and Gallo
climbed the hill TO the mission station.
The converts were drawn up in two
lines. shining band nearly 40 strong.
"Hahl" said the collector, whose ac-
quisitive bent Of mind led him to be-
lieve that he had fostered the institu-
tion from the first
Advancing. see. by leaps and
bounds.
Never was truer word spoken The
mission was advancing exactly as he
had said-at first by little hops and
shuffies Of shamefaced uneasiness, but
soon by the leaps of fly stung horses
From the hill Of Panth the red elephant
tusk delivered n dry and anguished
blare. The ranks of the converts wav-
cred, broke and scattered with yells and
shrieks of pain. while Justus and Lotta
stood horror stricken.
''It is the judgment of Dungara'
shouted voice. Il burnt I burnl To
the river or we diel''
The mob wheeled and headed for the
rocks that overhung the Berbulda,
writhing. stamping, twisting and she'd
ding its garments as it ran. pursued by
the thunder Of the trumpet Of Dungara.
Justus and Lotta fed to the collector
almost in tears.
II cannot understand Yesterday
painted Justus, "they had the Ten Com
mandments-- Wha. &c th;sf Praise the
Lord. aIl gced spirits By land Or by sea.
Nalal Oh. shamel''
With a bound and scream there
alighted on the rocks above their heads
Nala. once the pride Of the mission, a
maiden Of IA summers. good, docile and
virtuous-now naked as the dawn and
splitting like wildcat.
s'Was it for thisl" she raved, hurl-
ing her petticoat at Justus. "Was it
for this left my people and Dungara
for the fires of your bad placer Blind
ape, little earthworm, dried fish that
you are, you said that should never
burnt Oh, Dungara, burn nowl
burn nowl Have mercy, God of things
as they arei''
She turned and flung herself into the
Berbulda, and the trumpet Of Dungara
beloved jubilantly. The last OF the
converts Of the Tubingen mission had
put quarter Of a mile of rapid river
between herself and her teachers.
Yesterday" gulped Justus, ''she
taught in the school A, B, G, D. Ohl
1t is the work Of satanr"
ouG 0dIiO >fdb bCuIlOuSly I6SdIQ1uS GU0
maiden's petticoat where it had fallen
at his feet, He felt its texture, drew
back his shirt sleeve beyond the deep
tan Of his hand and pressed fold Of
the clotis against the flesh. A blotch Of
angry rcd rose ON the white akin.
"Ahl' said Gallo calmly. 81
thought so. 80,
"WAss IS ts' said J5ustua
'tI should call it the shirt OF Nessus,
but Where did you get the fbe, Of
this cloth from p
''Athon Daze,'' said Justus. .'He
showed theA boys how 1t should manu-
factured be-
"The old foxl Do you know that he
has given you the Nilgiri nettlo-scor-
pion Girardenia heterophylla = to
work up. No wonder they squirmedi
Why. it stings even when they make
bridge ropes of it. unless it's soaked for
six weeks .rhe cunning brute It
would take about half an hour to burn
through their thick hides and them
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