Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-03-04
CHAPTER ONE
Which Introduces the Shepherd Of
the Birds.

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The day that Henry Sink met and
embraced Gasoline Power and went
up Main street hand in hand with 1t is
not yet forgotten. Their little journey
produced an effect on the nerves and
the remote future history of Bingville
They rushed at group of citizens
who were watching them, scattered II
hither and thither, broke down a Sec
ton of Mrs. Risley's picket fence and
ran over a small boy. At the end of
their brief misalliance, Gasoline Power
seemed to express it's opinion of Mr..
Sink by hurting him against tele-
graph pole and running wild I'm the
park until II cooled its passion in the
fountain pool. In the language of Hi
ram Blenkinsop. the place was badly
'smiXed up" Yet Mr.. Sink was the
object of unmerited criticism. He was
like many other men In that quiet viii
lage-slOw, deliberate, harmless and
good-natured. The action of his in
tellect was not at all like that of
gasoline engine. Between the swift
the other there was wide zone full
of possibilities. The engine had ac-
complished many things while Mr..
Sinks intellect was getting ready to
begin to act.
In speaking Of this adventure, HI
ram Blenkinsop made a wise remark
"My married life learnt me one thing"
said he. IF you are thinkin' of hitchin'
up a wild horse with tame one, be
careful that the tame one Is the stout
est or it will DO him no good"
The event had its tragic side and
whatever Hiram Blenkinsop and other
citizens of questionable taste may
have said of II, the historian has no
intention of treating 1t lightly Mr..
Sank and his neighbours fence could
be repaired, but not the small boy
Robert Emmett Moran, six years old,
the son of the Widow Moran, who
took in washing He was in the ma
ture of a sacrifice to the new god. He
became beloved cripple, known as
the Shepherd of the Birds and alto
gether the most cheerful person in the
village. His world was n little room
on the second floor of his mothers
cottage overlooking the big flower gar
den of Judge Crooker-his father hav-
Ing been the gardener and cOachman
of the judge. There were in this room
an old pine bureau, a four-post bed
stead, an armchair by the window, n
"a, al al m
the bureau, a rubber tree and very
| takative little old tin soldier of the
name of Bloggs who stood erect on a
! shelf with a gun in his hand and was
! always looking out of the window. The
| day of the tin soldiers arrival the boy
had named him Mr.. Bloggs and dis
covered his unusual qualities of mind
and heart. He was IA wise old soldier,
1t would seem, for he had some sort
| of answer for each of the many ques-
| lions of Bob Moran. Indeed as Bob
knew, he had seen and suffered much
having travelled to Europe and back
with the judges family and been sunk
for a year in frog pond and been
| dropped In a jug of molasses, but
| through II all had kept his look Of
inextinguishable courage. The lonely
lad talked, now and then, with the
round, nickel clock or the rubber tree
or the pine bureau, but mostly gave
his condolences to the wise and genial
Mr.. Bloggs. When the spring ar
rived the garden, with its birds and
flowers, became a source of Joy and
companionship for the little lad Sit
ting by the open window, he used TO
talk to Pat Crowley, who was getting
the ground ready for sowing, Later
the slow procession Of the flowers
passed under the boys window and
greeted him with its fragrance and
color.
But his most intimate friends were
the birds Robins, I'm the elm tree just
beyond the window, woke him every
summer morning When he made his