The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-01


beard hung down over shoulders and
breast Some pokes of leather, much
scratched, hung bullying from the rope
which girded his coffe sack. From one Of
these he took few unbound leaves. the
fragment Of a book, spread them Open
and began to read in a chanting, prophetic
key, something about the love of the Lord
and the mysteries Of angels. His lis
teners kept their eyes on him., giving an
1ndulgent ear to spiritual messages that
made less demand on them than the vio-
lent earthly ones to which they were ac-
customed. s, .s~, ..
IT'S Johnny Appleseed," man at
my side told me. as If the name explained
anything he might do --,. =:
When Johnny Appleseed finished read
ing the leaves he put them back in his
bag, and took his kettle to the we'll for
water He then brought some meal from
the cookhouse and made mush in his hat.
The others, turning their. minds from
future mysteries, began to talk about
present danger, when he stood up from
his labor to inquire:
rs there plenty in the fort for tho
children to eat?"
Plenty, Johnny. plenty" several voices
assured him.
II can go without supper if the chill
dren haven't enough"
Eat your supper, Johnny. Major Gro
CHAN will give you more If you want it,
said a soldier. s.,
"And wen give you jerked Britisher If
you'll wait for it, said another. I'd
"Johnny never eats meat" one Of the
refugees put in. "He thinks it's sinful
to kill critters. All the things in the
woods likes him. Once he got into llol-
Tor log to sleep. and some squirrels
varied him to move out, they settled
there first; and he done it. don't allow
no. toll 80 III a -fo,s $ooS
he'd break its legs 50 1t couldn't hop
around and make q living. ~.
The wilde, ness prophet sat down quiet
ly to his meal without appearing to no.
| tire what was said about him; and when
he had eaten carried his hat into the
cookllouse.. where dogs could not get al
his remaining porridge. H.
"Now he'll save that for his breakfast, y
remarked another refugee. There's moth
ing he hates like waste" t.t%G -
Talking about squirrels" exclaimed
the man at my side, II believe he has
pasture for DID, broke-down horses
somewhere east in the hills. All the bates
he can&tind he swaps young trees for, and
they go off with him leading them, but
he never. comes into the settlements or
horseback L.. - ~. q 5>i:@>@s II n "iS
docs he always go barefoot" I asked
Sometimes he makes bark sandals. i
you give him a pair Of shoes he'll give
them away to- the first person that car
wear them and needs them. Hunter.
wrap dried leaves. around their leggin'
1 to keep rattlesnakes out, hut Johnny
never protects himself at ALL" - "
mo wonder" spoke a soldier: IAN.
snake'd be discouraged at them shanks
A seven-year ratt2er'd@ break his fang OF
EN-" 4. II
| ~ Johnny came out, Of the cookhouse witt
an iron poker, and heated it in the Goals
All the men around the fire waited, un
derstanding what he was about to do
but my own breath drew with a. his
through my te eth as he laid the sred-ho
iron first on one long cut and then an
other In his travel-worn feet. HavinI
| cauterized himself effectually, and re
turned the poker, he took hts place i
perfect serenity, without any, show 9
pain. prepared to accommodate himsel
e to the company. s %.. I4s.
To be Continued Tomorrow.