The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1916-11-03
THE HIRED MAN

talked back to God. / think that God,
III his dealings Win man, mas shown
nllnse1 to be strenuous beng oI
hindiiest sort vi attributes. Wen, alter
a while GOD suggested to the OLD
King that even kings mad to toe the
line, but AeDucnaunezzar SAID not
TINS king, - God. ~ year later when
the wild asses were running down a
trail 10 the creek TO get their thrice
d-Week drink, as was their habit, there
came trottlng along the qucerest sort
OF all animal. L t was not exactly an
ass although he was following the trail
with the asses. L was not bear, al
though ms movements were a little
ike great Ulg suit old bear. 1t
WASH deer, tor a deer is a nimble
thlng. 1t got nolsed abroad that the
queer looking donkey OF thing, was
really old hlng Observation-Disclosures. He
could take sWlpe OF salt grass Just as
gllDly as wild ass. HIS finger nails
looked like eagle claws and the hair
OF MS head was a mixture OF feathers,
old tail feathers, and solled ostrich
plume. The old man pegged along
that way Tor several years. | won
der what his folks were thinking
about. l have just one lad, and if /
should turn out like that old king did
l have an idea my boy would hunt me
up once IN while and give me some
chocolates and crackerjacks. But not
SO with the Babylonian wiseacre.
would teel good even now if | could
ind where the old kings wife hunted
MIN up once III while and called him
out OF the herd OF other asses and
sad here, father, here is roast
chicken and some dressing" But
there is no record Of any such thing
ever happening to the wise old out
cast, the wiSest old fool in all Baby
io1lan history. Well. one day, we are
told, that the king got to thinking
about his long finger nails and his salt
grass supper and his frosted locks, and
he said Il guess there is really a God
alter all and he is most powerful. He
has told me where to head in and in
there | have headed. I've got enough
OF this thing and right here | quit my
cussedness." The record shows that
the old king was restored to this
throne and he made things pop on the
right side after that for while. He
other men | have known.
l read simple little thing the other
day that makes me feel just SO friend
ly and secure and good. | saw where
one shore of the Mediterranean sea
was literally alive with multitudes of
certain small bird that was to perish
there or else get way of transporta-
ton over that, to them, impossible
vast stretch of water. These little
creatures were driven along by the
cold blasts ahead of which they
hoped and chirped and travelled as
best they could, being compelled to
move on by that irresistible cold, the
unmistakable messenger of their utter
extinction unless some way of escape
were provided. For days their num-
bers increased on the shore Of the
Mediterranean. Not oneof them
would dare to spread his fragile wings
and undertake the flight across. About
the only company they had was the
long legged crane that moved stately
and stealthily over the sands. Finally
one evening crane of all the thou
sand of them there congregated, came
flying low and slowly along amid the
throng of helpless little birds, all the
time utterlng a sweet-toned soft happy
cry that appeared to be understood by
all the birds, for in another minute a
score of them had mounted the great
feathery back of the crane and had
nestled down as secure as a babe up
on its mothers bosom. The crane
turned his long neck for sea, and flop,
flop, flop went his great wings in
regular order, the bird passengers Sc
cure and safe. the air ship headed for
the farther shore. That's me. In that
great day of the Lord when | stand
on the cold shore of my Mediterran-
can sea and my helpless wings afford
ME no refuge, some big long legged
angel will come along and say to me
in some new language which | shall
understand crawl right on my back
and get in the warm feathers for its
going to be rough flight, but you go
to sleep, I've been over the way be-
fore" The cranes loaded up with
these little sore birds and by the time
the last crane was started across, the
supply of birds was exhausted | won
der how God knows how many cranes
to send and how he konws how many
angels to send, and then turn and am
reminded that they keep books over
there and that there is no guess work
about it.