The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-12-12
The Mills of the Gods

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/ allow II must be nigh onto twenty
years since me an Caleb heerd that
almost every word of il yet You see,
there hadn't bin much goin' on that
winter; an so. when along I'm Janu-
airy, Caleb come home from preachin'
II he'd bad spell OF nuralgy that
day an didn't get out-an' sed there
was goin' 10 be a lecture up at Nubeh
on the next Friday night, l jest made
up my mind that was goln'. But l
didn't let on to Caleb then. You see
mans that queer, first thing he'd
sed would ave bin, "You can't go with
that nuralgy," jest as II body could
not hey nuralgy on Sabbath an be
all right agen by Friday.
Well, as | was sayln', I'd made up
my mind to 90 to that lecture. so
SEE 10 Caleb on Monday evenin'-it he'd
bin ralnln' an sleetln' all day, an he
he'd bin out at Midtown after feed
an was as cross as two sticks-sez l.
'You're not thlnkin Of goin TO that
lecture, Caleb an sez he, what lee
tureT" Jest as II he'd never heerd
word about IT, An ser l, "Oh, that
heather lecture you was tellin' me
about on Sabbath day An he got as
mad as a hornet, an SEE he, There
you 90, Maria Ann Larrabee, a sallin'
at things you don't know thing
about. Here I've gone and told Uncle
Billy Ia take two tickets, an now
you don't want to go | declare II 1t
isn't enough to rlle a saint"
We'll" SEE /, Il don't see any saints
Jest round handy but II you've told
Uncle Billy you'd take two tickets why
you'll have to take them. an II We've
got tickets we might as well 60" An
20 we did.
You see ia read a bit Of poetry onct
an there was a line In IT about The
mills OF the gods grindin," an
always wanted 70 hear somethih' 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 ever laid eyes on-but he
could talk, an no mistake. He jest
talked about them mills TIL a body
could almost hear the wheels hummin',
He went on to say how every mean act
every unklnd word comes back TO a !
body soon or late, an how many a
time folks go on THROWN the dolns !
of days an months an years into the |
hopper, not botherln' as TO what Kind |
of doln's an sayin's the grist is made
OF.
l don't know as | ever heerd a more |
satlsfyln' talk. You see that man
wasn't tryln' to show OFF his own |
learnln, nor to make us see how little !
we knowed alongside OF him. An |
when body has somethln' to say an |
can say It Without tryin' to do either
of them two things, it's pleasure to
listen to him.
Well, l never forgot that lecture. |
Many an many's the time I've looked |
at the hopper and watched for the |
meal, an I've listened to folks com
plainin' and fndln' fault with the
meal when I'd seen them a THROWN |
in helter-skelter, not carin whether
1t was corn or cobs or even stones.
Well, well! the mills of the gods
surely grind fine an soon or late they
grind it all. But sometimes the meal
makes bitter eatin'-oh how exceeding
bitter; but it's got to be ct all the
same.
Now, there was a second cousin of
Calebs-Henry John Stone his name
Washed lived with us quite a spell
when he was little, an Caleb an me
both thought good bit of him, though.
we never liked his closeness. He mar
ried Mary Emily Lane. Nobody could
help likin' Henry John. he was born