The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1907-11-22
The Mills Of the Gods


allow 1t must be nigh onto twenty
years since me an Caleb herd that
lecture; but it seems as II l nina
Almost every word Of it yet. You see'
there hadn't bin much goin' on that
winter; an 10, when along In Janu-
ary Caleb come home from preachin'
Il he'd q bad spell of nuralgy that
day an didn't get out-an' sed there
was goin' to be lecture up at Nuoeh
on the next Friday night, Jest made
up my mind that I was goin'. But
didn't let on to Caleb then. You see
q mans that queer, first thing he'd
sed would ave bin, you can't go with
that nuralgy," Jest as II body could
mot hev nuralgy on Sabbath an be
all right agen by Friday.
Well as / was sayin', ia 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 ne
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
ture?" lest as II he'd never heerd
word about it. An SEE l. "Oh, that
heather lecture you was tellin' me
about on Sabbath day" An he got as
mad as hornet, an SEE he, There
you go. Maria Ann Larrabee, sailin'
at things you don't know thing
about. Here I've gone and told Uncle
Billy I'd take two tickets, an now
you don't want to go. declare II 1t
isn't enough to rifle saint"
"Well," sez I, IT don't see any saints
TEST round handy but If 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 CO." An
80 we did.
You see I'd read a bit Of poetry onct
an there was a line in it about ''The
mills of the gods grindin',' an l
always wanted to hear somethtn' 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 ne
Ia J~1>
talked about them mills till body
co1lld almost hear the wheels hummln'
He went on to say how every mean act
every unkind word comes back to
body soon or late, an how many
time folks 60 on THROWN the doin's
of DAYS an months an years into the
hopper, not botherin' as to what kline
of doins an sayin's the grist Is made
Of.
I don't know as 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
we knowed alongside OF him. An
when a body has somethin' to say, ar
can say 1t without tryin' to do eithe
of them two things, it's pleasure t
listen to him.
Well, I never forgot that lecture
Many an many's the time I've locke
at the hopper and watched for tn
meal, an I've listened to folks con
plainin' and findin' fault with th
meal, when I'd seen them a thrown
In helter-skelter, not carin' Whethe
It was corn or cobs or even stones.
Well, well! the mills Of the got
surely grind fine, an soon or late the
grind it all. But sometimes the mel
makes bitter eatin'-oh how exceedir
bitter; but It's got to be ct ali tt
game.
Now, there was second cousin
galeb'srHenry John Stone his nan
washed lived with us quite n spe
when he was little, an Caleb an Il
both thought good bit OF him, thoue
we never liked his closeness lie ma
ried Mary Emily Lane. Nobody cou
help likin' Henry John, he was boz