Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1907-11-23
The Mills Of the Gods


allow it must be nigh onto twenty
years since me an Caleb herd that
lecture; but 1t seems as if l mind
almost every word of it yet. You see'
there hadn't bin much gOin' on that
winter; an so, when along In Janu-
ary. Caleb come home from preachin'
i he'd a bad spell of nuralgy that
day an didn't get out-an' sed there
was gon' to be a lecture up at Nubeh
on the next Friday night, 1 jest made
I'M my mind that 1 was goin'. But
didn't let on to Caleb then. You see
mans that queer, first thing he'd
sed would ave bin, "Aou can't go with
that nuralgy," jest as If a body could
not hev nuralgy on Sabbath an be
all right agen by Friday.
Well, as l was sayin', I'd made up
my mind to go to that lecture, so
sez to Caleb on Monday evenin'-it he'd
bin rainin' an sleetin' all day, an he
he'd bin out at Midtown after feed
an was as cross as two sticks-sez l,
you're not thinkin' of goin' to that
lecture. Caleb" an sez he, "What lee
ture?" lest as If he'd never heerd
word about it. An SEE 1, "Oh, that
heather lecture you was tellin' me
about on Sabbath day" An he got as
mad as a hornet, an SEE he, There
Won go. Maria Ann LarTabee, sailin'
at things you don't know a thing
about. Here I've gone and told Uncle
you don't want to go. l declare If 1t
isn't enough to rile saint"
'sWell," SEE l, 81 don't see any saints
Jest round handy; but If you've told
Uncle Billy you'd take two tickets why
you'll have to take them, an If we've
got tickets we might as well CO." An
go we did.
You see I'd read BIT Of poetry onct
an there was a line In 1t about 1.-The
mills Of the gods grindin'," an l
ALWAYS wanted to hear somethin' more
about them mills. The man that did
the lecturin' wasn't much to look at
about as lean an hungry a-lookin' NOR
tai as l ever laid eyes on-but he
could talk, an no mistake. He jest
talked about them mills till body
7 could almost hear the wheels hummin'
He went on to say how every mean act
every unkind word comes back to
body soon or late, an how many
. time folks 90 on THROWN the doint
\ of days an months an years into thu
homer. not botherin' as to what kline
of doIn's an sayin's the grist Is mad
,. Of.
don't know as l ever heerd NOR
satisfyIn' talk. You see that maj
wasn't tryin' to show off his owl
learnin', nor to make us see how littl
y we knowed alongside OF him. Al
when a body has somethin' to say, al
can saw II without tryin' to do eithe
p of them two things, It's a pleasure {
s. listen to him.
3 Well l never forgot that lecture
Many an many's the time I've locke
at the hopper and watched for til
meal. an I've listened to folks a con
plainin' and findin' fault with tn
+, meal, when I'd seen them a THROWN
In helter-skelter, not carin' whethC
|, II was corn or cobs or even stones.
Well, well! the mills of the goo
surely grind fine, an soon or late the
grind II all. But sometimes the me-
x makes bitter eatin'-oh how exceedir
~ bitter; but it's got to be ct all Il
same.
be Now, there was a second cousin
h Caleb's-Henry John Stone his nan
WISHED lived with us quite a spC
when he was little, an Caleb an Il
le both thought a good bit Of him, thOul
we never liked his closeness. He ma
CO rled Mary Emily Lane Nobody cou
help likln Henry John, he was bo