The San Francisco call., 1904-08-21

SHEN Jared Luff came to Pow
.AA ! erty Cove from Green Bay at
V V the end OF search Of that
gray, jagged coast FOR better
fishing, Ishmael Roth determined to go
away, though he had been born there
''T.hey's too many folk [ Poverty
Cove now, Skipper john he called to
John East one clammy dawn, when
they were hauling the salmon nets off
.FrO-hy Head. Sure I've nothin' agin
Jared Luff, but with him come here
they's handy L twenty-seven families
Z the Cove. 'Tis too many for me, by.
/ feels crowded like I'll be goan' away.
I'm thinlzin-far away down [ the
Labra dor. where It's Quieter."
skipper John paused, with the drip
ping net in his hand. He looked over
the sea TO the blue-biack waste Of rock
and stunted spruce whittier the mist
was drifting-to that break in the bluff
where the cottages were huddled as
though shrinking from the desolation
about. Then he said, with wise and
solemn wag Of his head:
"'Tfs a bit crowded. by. Maybe,
now, YOU has the right Of 1t. An d
man must follow his bent"
So, when the salmon run was over,
Ishmael Roth put all that he had in a
punt-his net and tackle and Bible and
-four and pork and seed potatoes and
the hke-ard set out 10 discover a new
herbor where he might establish him
self in quiet.
7 hates L leave it," Skipper John, -
he said. as he pushed off from the
stage. Sure. I does! hates wonder
ful L leave un all But tits gettin' fair
q crowded, an I got L goa where tbs
quiet Iss, by, I got L goa.
Ee called the new harbor Parkway
Cove. There he lived all alone until he
was old; and he was content, for all Of
sea and wilderness that the horizon
encompassed was his for elbow room.
"The Lard led me to this place." he
. told himself, by and by. Tis like,
now, he'll have some wark for me L
90. III isten-Ill listen for his voice."
In the dawn and in the dusk, when
the gray wind. as it coursed over the
sea, stirred up waves TO fret his punt.
he listened TO the hiss Of the waters
lest the Voice should sound therein. II
the mist, when the punt was hanging
on shore and the sea was beating the
Veiled rocks. he sought the Word in
the deep thud ard crash OF the break
ers. In the night. when the nor east
gale swept from the seas bleak hid
oep places-.vhel il pelted the win
oows with s.eet and ran like mad into
the Wilderncss-he listened for the
Voice Of the Lord. surely expecting IL.
By and by. when his long hair had
turned white and a strange light was
in his eyes, he heard the Voice Of the
lord, as he has said. commanding him
20 do some great thing.
Sure" thought Ishmael, at Tar
Away Cove. the Lard Ee've called me
at last. He've give me a wark l do
So Ishmael prepared himself for the
work; this he did by diligently poring
over an old book which had come
down TO- him from his grandfather.
who, as I believe had taken IL from a
wreck OF those cid days. 1t was The
Englifh Physician Enlarged with
three hundred & ffty-nine Medicines.
Being an Aftrologo Phyfical Difcourse
OF the Vulgar Herbs Of this Nation:
Containing g compleat Method Of
Phyfck, whereby a man may preferve
his Body in Health. or Cure hinfelf.
beiEg Sick. Tor Three Pence Charge"
Sure. the Lard He cast away the
vessel" Ishmael argued, AN the Lard
sent my grandfather L the wreck; the
Lard took my grandfather when his
time had come. nor neglected to give
the book Into the hands Of my father,
who gave Il to me. Sure, It's all the
doin' O. the Lard, whose voice I've
heered IN the waves O. the sea an in
the wind that comes from beyond"
Ishuael pored over the book by day
and at night it fashioned strange
dreams FOR him-vivid dreams dreams
OF the cure OF diseases.
Il am a healer by dreams" he
thought. The consciousness of his
high calling thrilled him. Il am a
healer by dreams" he thought 'The
Lard he've commanded me L goa
down the coast healin' all people,
Whereby you may know that the
things OF the wilderness and of the
sullen sea, which are past understand
ing, had undone old Ishmael Roth.
Now. while the healer from Far
Away Cove came down the coast,
working strange cures. Ezra Westerly
Of Ragged Harbor wait patiently