The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1906-11-08

ferry landing. Rae hears of it after the
crossing.
CHAPTER vI-Rae's mother dies on
the march, and he Joins the Sons of Dan.
CHAPTER vi.
The Lutte Of the Holy Ghost Is Fur.
ther chastened.
turned toward the river, when he
heard the sharp voice Of the Bishop
calling him back.
1T amt any use, JOEL"
Couldn't we find his body?"
mot a chance in a thousand. 1t
was carried down by the current. 1t
would mean days and mebbe weeks.
Besides, we need you here. Here's.
your duty. Sakes alive! If we only
had about 20 minutes with them cuss-
es like it was in the old days! When
you're ready to be a Son of Dan you'll
know what I mean. But never mind,
We'll see the day yet when Israel will
be the head and not the TAIL"
my mother? Has any one told
herr"
oval, now, I'm right sorry about
that, but it got out before you come
over Tarlton McKenny's boy, Nephi,
rowed yer in a skiff and brought the
news, and some of the ONE went
and tattled it to your ma. I guess it
upset her considerable. You go up
and see her"
He a forward toward the head Of
the train, hearing as he went words
of sympathy hurried to him by those
he passed. Mounting the wagon, he
climbed over the seat to where his
mother lay. She seemed to sleep in
> spite of the jolting. The driver called
back to BIN:
"She took on terrible for a spell,
Brother Rae. She's only jest now got
herself pacifed."
He put his hand on her forehead
and found it burning. She stirred
and moaned and muttered disjointed
sentences. He heard his fathers
name, his sisters, and his own, and
he knew she was delirious. He eased
her bed as we'll as he could, and made
a place for himself beside her whore
he could sit and take one of the pale,
thin hands between his own and try
to endow her with some of his abun
dant life. He stayed by her until
their camping place was reached.
Once for a moment she opened her
eyes with what seemed to him a more
than normal clearness and understand
Ing and memory in them. Though she
looked at him long without speaking,
she seemed to say all there was to
say so that the brief span was full of
anguish for him. He sighed with re-
lief when the consciousness faded
again from her look, and she fell to
babbling ouce more Of some long gone
day in her girlhood.
When the wagon halted he was
called outside by the driver, who
wished instructions regarding the
camp to be made. A few moments
later he was back, and raised the side
of the wagon ove to let in the light.
The look on her face alarmed him.
It seemed to tell Enthusiastically that
the great change was near. Already
she looked moribund. An irregular
gasping for breath, an occasional de-
lirious mutter, were the only signs
Of life. She was too weak to show
restlessness. Her pinched and faded
face was covered with tiny cold beads.
The pupils of her eyes were strangely
dilated, and the eyes themselves were
glazed. There was no pulse at her
wrist, and from her heart only the
faintest beating could be heard. In
quick terror he called to a boy work.
ing at a wagon near by.
go for Bishop Wright and tell him
to bring that apothecary with him"
The two came up briskly a few mo.
ments later, and he stood aside for
them in an agony Of suspense. The
Bishop turned toward him after a long
look into the wagon.
"She's gone to be with your pa, Joel.
You can't do anything-only remem-
Der they're both happy now for bein'
together"
It made little stir in the busy en-.
campment. There had been other
deaths while they lay out on the
marshy river fats. Others of the
sorry band were now sick unto death.
and many more would die on the long
march across the Iowa prairie, drop.
ping out one by one of fever, starva.
ton, exposure. He stood helpless in
this chaos Of woe, shut up within HIM
salt. knowing not where to turn.