The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-02-13
A Logging Comp Hero.
BY ETHEL M. cOLsON.
Copyright, 1902, Daily Story Publishing Company.

Out in the Muskoka logging country
a successful minister of the gospel
must comply with long list of re-
quirements. He must not only possess
more book and spiritual knowledge
than his parishioners; he must know
at least enough about farming and log
ging and the tanbark industry to dis
cuss these matters intelligently. Above
all, he must appear to believe that he
knows nothing at az
But when the NZiskoka residents do
take a minister to their hearts they
are loath to lose sight of him; apt,
ALSO to take it out Of the man who
succeeds him, slightly. Which was
the reason why Archer Gallupln, the
young man who assumed the spiritual
care of about twenty-eight square
miles of territory when Providence and
the Bishop saw fit to remove good old
Father" Andrews to Toronto, Won
dered why the Muskoka country peo-
pie had been described to him as so
hospitable and warm hearted and
kindly.
Everything went against the young
minister from the beginning. He was
just "out" from England to commence
with-a delicate younger son sent out
to Canada for the sake of the weak
heart which bore testimony to the
failing health of his mothers family;
he had a positive manner, for second
disadvantage. For third, the light
trotter and lighter cart which he in
sisted upon purchasing, against the
unanimous advice of his scattered par
ishoners, utterly failed to meet with the
dire disaster predicted for its first en-
counter with the mud of the rainy sea-
sons; fourthly-but the list is too long
for recounting.
young minister, of course. He found
the first winter so exhilarahng that,
following the usual course Of the
green Englishman," he declined to
protect himself sufficiently, and &C
CURED severe chest trouble. two froz-
en- ears and a frosted nose, which
cleaned brilliantly all the next sum-
mer as a result Of his foolishness; he
gloried in the first summer, shivered
through the first autumn, and only
nerved himself to face the second win
ter by sheer courage and dreams Of
the second spring. He fell in love
with the belle Of the Rippleville CEN
ter and was snubbed and tormented
and detested by all the young men OF
that locality in consequence. He ap-
preached the goodbye season." when
all the hardy young fellows go off to
the camps for the winter, with sad
heart and a bitter sense of failure. He
was not invited to attend a single
goodbye party" and when he told
some of the prospective campers that
he should probably visit them before
Christmas, since he regarded the Nc
1nness logging camp, at least, as with
in his spiritual boundaries, they
laughed at him openly.
Ride forty miles to visit with us
'shanty-men,' jeered Bill Hardness,
brother of the sweet girl whom the
young minister longed after; when l
see you I'll expect you, Mr.. Gallupin.
an not afore!"
Still, the time came when the min
lister proved his pluck and prowess,
and when, from a logging camp peg
to hang jokes on he was transformed
to logging camp hero. The manner
of his apotheosis was as follows:
1t was the week before Christmas,
and the young minister, making his
Christmas visits to his parishioners,
had traversed many miles of hard
packed snow in the light cutter which
had replaced the debated cart. He
drove up the side road" to the Hank
ness farm just about noontime. He
had promised himself to accept the in
evitable dinner invitation and to get
thoroughly warm. During the second
winter the unfortunate "greenies" are
usually bone cold" perpetually, and
Archer was proving no exception to
the rule. But the young minister was
not destined to warm himself at the
Hardness fire that day.
The barnyard was deserted. The
kitchen, into which he presently let
himself, after repeated knockings. was
empty as well. From the front room"
opening out of it came sound of sobs
and troubled feminine voices Stretch
ed out on the big bed in the corner lay
Ben Hardness the youngest son Of the
household, white and unconscious from
the force of the wrongly felled tree
which had fallen upon him at his work
of taking out logs from the family
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