The Snowflake herald., 1922-01-20

there for cup of tea and If she raises
a rumpus you'll see me take her by
the horns"
Mrs. Cawkins was a lean, sallow,
stern-faced woman OF some forty
years with a face like bitter herbs;
her husband a mildmannered, shiftless
man who, encouraged by Mr.. Cart
wright, had taken to riding through
the upper counties as preacher-a
course of conduct OF which his wife
heartily disapproved. Solicited by her
husband she sullenly made tea for the
travellers. When 1t had been drunk
the two preachers knelt i'm a corner
OF the room and Mr.. Cartwright began
to pray in a loud voice. Mrs. Caw-
kins showed the table about and tipped
over the chairs and dropped the roll
ing7pin as counter demonstration.
The famous circuit rider being i'm no
way put out by this, she dashed q dip
per of cold water on the head of her
husband. The praying stopped. Mr..
Cartwright rose from his knees and
commanded her to deSiSt. On her
declaration that she would not he laid
hold of the woman and forced her out
of the door and closed and bOlted it
and resumed his praying.
Having recorded this remarkable in
cident I'm his diary, Samson writes:
Many Of these ignorant people In
the lonely, prairie cabins are like chill
IN 90 V.fx fuh% dc
a father and sometimes with the
strong hand. If any of them deserve
spanking they get 1t. He and others
like him have helped to keep the cabin
people clean and going up hill instead
of down. They have established
good books and comforted sorrows
and kindled good desire In the hearts
of the humble"
AS they were leaving, Mr.. Cawkins
told them that the plague had broken
out in the settlement on Honey creek,
where the quarterly meeting was to
be held, and that the people had been
rapidly "dyin' off," Samson knew
from this that the smallpox-a
dreaded and terrible scourge Of pio-
neer days-had come again.
ats dangerous to go there" said
Cawkins.
Where is sorrow there Is my
proper place." Cartwright answered
'Those people need comfort and the
felp of God"
"I got a letter from 4 lady there"
Cawkins went on. "As nigh as can
make out they need a minister. / can
read print handy but writin' bothers
me. You read it, brother
Mr.. Cartwright took the letter and
read as follows:
Dear Sir: Mr.. Barman gave me
your name. We need minister to
comfort the sick and help bury the
dead 1t is a good deal to ask of you
but if you feel like taking the chance
of coming here l am sure you could do
a lot of good. We have doctors enough
and it seems a pity that the church
should fail these people when they
need it most If you have the courage
to come you would win the gratitude
of many people. For month have
been taking care of the sick and up to
now no harm has come to me.
"Yours respectfully,
"BIM KELSO."
IA mans heart deviseth his way
but the Lord directeth his steps," said
Cartwright For three days 1 have
felt that He was leading me-"
81 begin to think that He has been
leading me-" Samson declared. "Bim
Kelso is the person / seek"
II would have gone but my wife
took on so / couldn't get away" said
Cawkins.
'Tll come back some day soon and
you and 1 will pry the devil out Of her
with the crowbar Of Gods truth and
mercy" Cartwright assured him as he
and Samson took the road to the
north.
On their way to the Honey creek
settlement the lion-hearted minister
told of swimming through flooded
rivers, getting lost On the plains and
suffering for food and water, Of lying
down to rest at night in wet clothes
with no shelter but the woods, Of hand
to-hand fights with rowdies whe en-
deavored to sell drink or create dis
turbance at his meetings. Such was
the zeal for righteousness woven by
many hands into the fabric Of the
West. A little before sundown they
800 ~ tho Coffloynonf
Samson asked a man in the road IL
he knew where they could find the
nurse BIN Kelso.
"Do ye mean that angel o. God in
a white dress that takes keer o. the
sickY the man asked.
"I guess that would be Bim," said
Samson.
"She's over in yon' house." the 9TH
er answered, pointing with his pipe to
a cabin some twenty rods beyond
them. ''Thar's two children sick thar
an the nanny dead an buried in the