Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-03-16


We're not so green We can make hay with
you
Says the colleen. "Ah. get away with
you"
Modern Song.
A ND is it green you're after think
~ ing we are? Theneturn your in
telligent eyes upon us, for it's
probably due to us that you have an
intelligent eye to turn upon anything
at all! A fit of the blues and a streak
of yellow may make one kind of green
the green young thing that hops out
of life at a halters end, mayhap; or
the pale green of envy in foolish eye.
But the sweet, restful green that ma
ture painted the isle was never that
kind of a color 'Tis the bright, cool
and happy shade of the leaves and
growing things like the bit of sham
rock that best tell the story of it.
And the story of the shamrock and
the story of Ireland are the story of
Saint Patrick himself. Are you telling
me you never heard it? More shame
to you that don't know the praises of
the greatest of saints.
Maybe you're one of them that
thinks the blessed man was born in
France-France ochone! Heaven save
the mark, twas in Dumbarton, called
the Rocks of Clyde, in what is now
Scotland. His father and mother were
Christians, after fashion that is, and
they were subject to the Roman in
fiuenee, Scotland having been licked
by the Caesar, which Ireland was not.
A lad of sixteen he was when they
nabbed him and, turning the prov of
the eoracle' down the Clyde, headed
for a spot near the Giants Causeway.
Once landed It was not long before he
was sold to Milchu, son of Hau Balm,
who was king of Dalaradia. His duty
thereafter was none other than the
tending of cattle in the valley of the
Braid. not far from Broughshane. In
that valley there is still a town called
Ballyligpatrick or Patricks Hollow
Six Years of Slavery
Six years he shaved and planned,
and then at the age of twenty-five he
ran away Away from Milchu and the
cattle and down to the sea at Killala
In the County Mayo, he went boat
was ready to sail when he reached
there-it was about two hundred miles
from the valley of the Braid-but he
had no money and the sailors refused
to give him passage. Fearful of dis
covery, he went into the wood of Fo-
clut, there to hide till he could get
away safely, but the sailors hearts be-
came softened, and they sent after him
and gave him free passage back to his
home.
Home again after six years of bon
dage, you'd think he would settle down
and be content, now wouldn't you. But
no. Contrary to the wishes of his
family he determined to go back to
Ireland and be a missionary; and he
began to prepare himself for it, Now
the time when most boys of his age
were in school he had been away tend
ing the cattle of his master, so it was
small book-Iearning he had, and the
task of preparing himself was a hard
one, but he spent years in monastic
schools and more than twenty OF them
had passed before he set sail to an
swer the voice of the Irish" that he
declared was calling TO him.
He would bring happiness to the
Isle of Destiny by way Of Christianity
wasn't that a noble mission: And
they were ripe for his hand. He landed
near the mouth of the River Slany,
two miles from the place now known
as Saul At that time there were
many divisions and as many rulers in
Ireland. each brave clan being a Law
unto itself. St Patrick made straight
for the nearest chief. Dichu, who
thought he and his companions were
pirates and came armed to meet them.
but wben ST Patrick spoke to him the