The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-11


 less wrapped up with our being 1t. It
 was true he hadn't started that belief;
 but it was believed, and he didn't dare
 to stop 1t now. Fur if he stopped it
 they would all think he had fell down
 on his prophecies, even although he
 hadn't prophesied jest exactly us.
 He was in q tight place, that bishop,
 but bet you could always depend on
 him to get out of 1t with his flock. So what he told them triggers at the meet ing last night was that he brung lem a message from Elishyah, Sam says,
 the E1fshyah that was to come. And the message was that the time was not ripe fur him to reveal himself as Elishyah unto the eyes of all men, fur they had been too much sinfulness and wickedness and walking into the ways of evil right among that very congregation and disobedience of the bishop which was their guide. And he sent lem word. Elishyah had, that the bishop was his trusted servant and into the keeping of the bishop was give the power to deal with his people and prepare them fur the great day to come, and the bishop would give the word of his coming.
 But the thing that seemed to interest the doctor and made him frown was the idea that all them niggers round about there still had the idea he was the fe1ler that had been prophesied to come-all except Sam, mebby. Sam had spells when he was real sensible and other spells. when he was as bad as the believingest of them all
 It was a fine day and really joyous to be a-walking. It would of been a good deal joyouser if we had had some breakfast
 That wasn't suchl a very thick set tied country But everybody seemed to know about the man hunt that was going on. We noticed they wasn't no niggers to speak of that wasn't busier'n all get out, working at something or other, that day.
 They is considera bIe woods in that country. yet. though lots has been cut off. But they was sometimes right long stretches where they would be woods on both sides of the road, more or less thick, with underbrush between the trees. We tramped along, each busy thinking his own thoughts and having a purity good time jest doing that without there being no use of talking was thinking that liked the doctor better fur turning his back OA LAkH game JGSL fYACl ne Ut of made some sort of a deal with the bishop and really made some money out of it in the end. He never was so good business man as he thought he was. Dr. Kirby wasn't He always could make himself think he was, and he could frequent make other people think he was. But when 1t come right down to brass tacks he wasn't He seemed to be in better humor with himself after we had walked awhile l than I had seen him in fur long time. 1
 They come a sound from away off in the distance somewheres, and we all stops in our tracks and looks at each other
 It was the voice of a hound dog-not so awful loud. but clear and mellow and tunefuI. and carried to us on the wind. And then in minute it come agin, .sfArpet i1 q quicker. They yeIls like that wien they have struck a scent
 As we stood and looked at each other they come crackle in the underbrush 1 jest to the left Of us. We turned our heads that-a-way jest as nigger man give a leap to the top of rail fence that separated the road from the woods. He was going so fast that fn- | stead of climbing that fence and bal 1 ancing on the top and jumping off he | jest simply seemed to n1r rne top rail | and bounce on over like he had been 1 out of the heart of the woods, 1 and he fell sprawling over and over l In the road right before our feet.
 He was on to his feet in a second, | and fur a minute he stood up straight i and looked at us-an ashes colored | nigger, ragged and bleeding from the ! underhrush. red eyed and with slayers l