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A Thrilling and Bomant!o Story
of tbo Late Civil "War.
by JOHN It IHCSICK,
Author or "Brotoeb Against BnoraxB,"
"Helen Lakeman," m Waweu Bbowm-
field," " barker or Bedford,"
and Other Stoiu3.
CHAPTER VL CotrrnnjED.
On the morning after tbo conflict in the
valley Luke, at the head of a dozen mount
ed men, went up to a. farm-house and de
manded admittance. They were greeted by
half a dozen loud-mouthed dogs, but, after
repeated pounding, the door was opened
and a tbtn-visaged, sallow-complexioned
woman glared at them from a pair of green
ish, dark eyes.
"What yer want?" she asked.
"Breakfast," Luke answered.
''Yer aberlition Yankees; an' wush't I
ma' die if yc git it here."
"Oh, yes, we will," Luke answered, push
ing the door open and forcing his way in.
"Git out'n my house ur I'll scald yer eyes
"Save your hot water to make coffee," ho
retorted, with a smile, and, turning to his
men, who had crowded in after him, ho
added: "Now, boys, make jourself useful,
and help this lady get our breakfast.
Kindle a fire, wring tho necks of the chick
ens and do whatever is required; but do no
damage to the property unless she is stub
born and refuses to prepare our breakfast."
The woman threw herself in a chair in
a corner of the room and began to sulk and
snivel, while the soldiers busied themselves.
Onamade a fire la tho cook-store, another
brought water and others were useful in
other ways. She did not movo until she
heard her chickens squalling, and, spring
ing to her feet, she seized a broom and
leaped out into the yard to defend her fa
vorites. She had raised her weapon to
strike when Luke seized her arm, and said:
"You will save chickens and other prop
erty, too, by devoting your time to prepar
ing our breakfast."
She was frantic with rage and sworo sho
would "pizen 'em." Some of tho soldiers
threatened to burn tho houso if sho didn't
go to work.
"I'll git yer breakfust, an' I hope ter good
ness it'll choke ye."
"Oh no, maw, ye don't wish us thet bad
luck, do ye!" said Arkansaw Tom.
"Jlaw! ye old white-headed sinner, don't
yer call mo maw. Yer old enough to bo
ray gran' pap."
"Oh la! ye don't think so, do ye? Why,
I'm only eighteen."
"Vhut a lie."
"Here, take a chaw 'n git 'n a good
humor," said Arkansaw Tom, takings huge
twistof tobacco from his pocket and hold
ing it tantalizingly close to her.
"With an expression more forcible than
elegant she struck it from his hand, and
sent it spinning across the house out at the
door. Arkansaw's companions laughed at
SITE seized a nnoo5r.
his expense, and old Tom recovering his
plug, just as a goose was running after it,
iauched himself at the infuriated woman.
Breakfast was prepared under many
difficulties and quickly dispatched, and tho
soldiers, loading themselves with pro
visions, bade their unwilling hostess fare
well. She, wishing them in lower and hotter
regions, slammed the door after them.
Next day Cairo was reached. Here they
found General O". S. Grant with a considcr
' able force. They drew arms and uuiforms,
producing a wonderful change, as they be
gan to look like soldiers.
The officers received their commissions,
and the men wero immediately put under
military training and discipline.
Though the men were tired enough when
they reached Cairo, a few days of camp life
made it irksome to them, and they were
anxious to be upon the march again. At
Columbus and Belmont the enemy were
strongly posted to prevent the passage of
Union forces down tho Mississippi.
"I don't see why in thunder they don't go
down 'n take Columbus," said Corporal
Max, whoso propensity to grumble seemed
'Wo haint ready yit," Arkansaw Tom
"Haint ready, ar' wo gwino 't wait till
doomsday foro wo git ready."
Arkansaw Tom was lying on the shady
side of a pile of logs, his hands forming a
pillow, while he gazed up at the sky.
"We've got ter git mo' men, an' hev 'em
"Mo" men, jimlny," cried Corporal
Max-why, we've got mo' men now 'n we've
cot tents fur."
"They ain't nuff t' take them towns; be
sides, we'ro not drilled."
. " Drilled, w'y, la help me, how much more
drillin' d'ye want. I've wore out my legs a
marchin', an' my hands, arms an' shoulders
a handlin' that blasted old gun."
"Iwush ter goodness they'd a let mo a
kept my rifle," said Arkansaw Tom. "I kin
knock out center every time with it. but
with this blamed old musket it's much as a
bargain t' hit the side o' a barn two hundred
General U. S. Grant had superseded
General Benjamin S. Prentiss at Cairo, and
was waiting for a sufficient force to strike
some decisive blow at tho enemy.
Colonel Richard Oslesby was still in Mis
souri guarding a point which it was thought
necessary to hold, and General Grant, learn
ing that Oglesby was threatened by a force
of rebels from Columbus, determined to
make a move which would detract them
For a month Colonel Smart's regiment
had been lying inactive at Cairo, and, with
many of the others, Luke was growing im
patient. On the morning of the Cthof November,
1S6L, he h.id taken his company as usual out
for drilling, and they wero returning to
quarters when the adjutant told him to re
port at the Colonel's headquarters. He
found most of the commissioned officers of
the regiment in the Colonel's tent.
"We've got marchin' orders at last,"
said Colonel Smart, his face glowing with
excitement. "Be in readiness to go aboard
the boats to-night."
"Where are we goin'!' one of the officers
'O, that's a secret with Grant and Mc
Clernand," and yet with a knowing wink
ho added: ''I'll bet I know where we're
bound; get your men in readiness with
three days rations an' forty rounds, an'
Though no positive information had es
caped from headquarters by which they
could possibly determine the intent of the
ommanding officers, yet it was understood
that the expedition was either upon Bel
mont or Columbus.
Going to his tent Luke hastily penned a
few lines to LUlie, informing her of the
dangerous expedition on which they were
about to engage, hoping be would coma out
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safe: if ho did not, ho had tho glorious con
solation of dying for his country.
Tho troops were gotten in readiness that
evening, and tho transports with their
decks and yards fenced in with logs brought
in close to shore. Tho soldiers wcro mus
tered to quarters an hour after dark, and
marched down to tho river. Tho gang
planks wcro thrown out, and they went
aboard. Luke's regiment took quarters on
the upper deck, where tho men stacked
arms and sat down.
Tho night was dark and foggy, but they
had experienced pilots who knew every
foot of tho river, and men and officers had
the most implicit confidence in them.
One delay followed another until it was
near midnight before the transports finally
pushed off and steamed down tho river.
The coolness of tho men mado some of the
officers ashamed of their nervous uneasi
ness. The great black smoko issued from the
tall smoke-stacks, tho engines puffed, and
the ponderous paddles wcro set in motion.
Ero long tho transports were in tho midale
of the stream, speeding down tho great
dark river. v
As Luke gazed upon those gallant men he
began to wonder how many of them would
return from tho expedition. Bomo were
eating, some telling stories, and Arkansaw
Tom was lying upon tho deck buried in
sound slumber, as if ho was at his homo or
"How can ho sleep when to-morrow ho
may dicl" Luke asked himself. The young
Captain walked off and gazed for a few mo
ments on the receding lights of Cairo; then
he descended to tho boiler deck, where he
was walking about, when socio ono touched
his shoulder. Ho turned, and, by tho light
of the great furnace, discerned tho ebony
face of tho colored fireman.
"Don't yo know me, massa!" ho asked.
"at! Blackhawk? What are you doing
"When did you cornel"
"Two weeks ago."
"Did you run away from your master!"
"I's tryin' tor save dis Union, massa.
Thought I'd do all I km, an' come down
heah fur a job. Seo you ebcry day, ncvah
fur away frura ye I"
Luko gazed at the black for a few mo
ments in stupefied bewilderment, and then
"Blackhawk, what is this wonderful mys
tery about you? Why do you follow me!
Who aro you, any way!"
"Yo'll know all 'bout it, mebbe.somo day,
massa; but I can't told yo now, massa,"
and Blackhawk began shoveling coal into
the great furnace.
Luko returned to where his men wcro
quartered lost in wonder and mystery, ,
while tho vessels sped down the river, con
veying those brave men to Belmont, car
nage and death.
a nniEr TMBJirn.
A black nisht, tho dark waters, tho tall
smoke-stacks from which sparks occasion
ally roiled in showers, all tended to give an
awful solemnity to tho scene. Tho awe-inspiring
silenco of thoso thousands of blue
coats was intensified by an occasional
One by one the lights of Cairo went out
like the bright hopes of life, and Luko
stood gazing upon tho silent statuc-liko
forms of the soldiers, who wcro sitting in
rows upon tho deck. Growing tired of re
maining in one place, he went to tho bow.
Here stood a solitary man, with tho shoulder-straps
of a General, his arms folded
across his breast, his eyes fixed on tho
river. It was so dark that his features
were hardly recognizable, and ho did not
know him until he turned and said:
"Young man, you aro likely to seo some
service." Ho recognized him now as Gen
"Yes, General; I came for that busi
ness." Tho General again relapsed into silence,
and stood gazing down into that impenetra
ble darkness into which tho boat was plung
ing. Luko would have very much liked to ask
General Grant some questions, but that
strange, silent man, leading na army e
battle, was not easily approached. He stood
and gazed for some timo on that immova
ble, sphinx like figure, seeming to gain
strength and confidence from his very si
lence. Feeling himself to boan intruder he
returned to his company.
The boats wcro compelled to travel very
slowly owing to tho fog and intense dark
ness. Colonel Smart, during the night,
came from tho cabin where some of the offi
cers were, and told Luko they wero going
" Wo don't dare tackle Columbus, it's too
" But Columbus is not far from Belmont,
may they not reinforce the rebels there!"
" We'll lick thunder out o' "cm afore they
kin do that."
The veteran of tho Belmont expedition
who may chance to read this narrative
will hero" recall some of tho emotions which
thrilled his own soul as he found himself
drifting down tho dark river, knowing full
well that the morrow would bring a death
It was the intention to take Belmont by
surprise, and but for the fog and intense
darkness they would have succeeded; but
owing to not being able to seo where to
land, tho transports were forced to beat
about until daylight, when they ran in un
der tho banks, gang planks were thrown
out, and the disembarkation commenced.
The first man whom Luke saw go ashore
was that silent man of iron, whose very
presence seemed to inspire the men with
confidence. He led his horso off tho gang
plank and up tho steep muddy bank, where
he waited for tho troops.
"Fall in," commanded the Colonel.
" Company E, fall in," commanded Cap
tain Mason, and in a moment every man
was in line. Some of them as they went
ashore were making a breakfast of crack
ers, which was to bo their last xneaL
Luke's company at last began to file down
the narrow stairway to the boiler deck, and
to climb up the muddy bank. The shore
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was now lined with bluo coats, bright caps
and glistening muskets.
General Grant, with his aids, was rapidly
getting them in position.
Luke saw no sign of an enemy. On the
right was a field of tall corn, tho overhang
ing blades of which would conceal any ob
ject from view a dozen rods away.
Before them was a hill, covered with what
seemed a dense growth of timber, but
which was really a formidable abattis, com
posed of trees felled in such a way that it
seemed impossible for men to squeeze
"We'ro a been foolin' about here so long
that the Rebs hev got plenty time t rein
fo'ce," growled Corporal Max.
" Silence in ranks !"
But Max was correct The delay had been
unavailable, it is true, yet it made it so long
after daylight that the soldier and trans
ports loading above Bolmont wero discov
ered, and tho Confederates mado prepara
tions to give them a warm reception.
Tho attacking army at last began to ad
vance in two lone lines extending through
a part of the corn-field and the tall bottom
grass. The fog rapidly rolled away, and
tho burnished arms of the blue-coats glit
tered with dazzling brightness in tho morn
Before the foot of the hill was reached a
halt was mado and skirmishers deployed.
Captain Mason with his entire company
was thrown forward upon the- skirmish
lino. He first deployed in platoons, then
in fours, and finally placed each man o rod.
from any of tho others.
All was quiet. A peculiar-solemn hush
seemed to have fallen over tho scene,
broken only by the crushing tread of some
soldier making his way through the tangled
thicket. Luko began to half believe that
the tnemy had deserted the camp.
A crew,, cawin g loudly, was soaring above
the tree tops, doubtless annoyed by the
presence of tho advancing warriors. A
blue jay chirped and screamed as it flitted
from bush to bush and tree in. front of the
advancing skirmistt line.
Luko was pressing his way through an.
almost impenetrable jungle when a shot
rang out on his left It was the first sound
of an enemy. The men had redly began to
secretly hope that they woridfind tho camp
deserted. For a single instMit tho heart of
tho youthful Captain beat fasltr, while tho
blood forsook his cheek.
Bang! bang! bangl three mora shots in
quick succession on the left pronounced tho
skirmish as begun. And now tho music be
gins on tho right First, half a dozen shots
lead off. followed by a score, aud then a
hundred. The crow and bluo jay fly away,
and every soldier, nioro eager for a shot
than prudent, pressed forward.
Luko strained his eyes for nglimpso cf tbto
enemy, and was at last rewarded by a dai'lc
object moving about among tho leaves.
Whether ono man or a score ho knew not,
for the bushes almost completely concealed
The ball opened in front, and fire, smoko
and leaden hail were poured in upon tho cen
ter of the Union skirmish line. The soldiers
stood their ground and fought with wonder
ful desperation and coolness.
"Why don't thoy reinforce us." cried
Lieutenant Smith. "We're fightia a hull
A few moments later tho skirmishers
were reinforced, and gallantly pressed for
ward, pushing tho Confederates back two
hundred paces or more up the hill, where
they mado another stand.
A roar of musketry met the advancing
skirmish line, and tho woods seemed alivo
with leaping flames. The bark flew from
the shattered trees, limbs, twigs and leaves
fell in showers, and bullets whistled like
rain about tho cars of tho soldiers.
Tho man on Luke's right was killod,
ono on the left fell mortally wounded,
Lieutenant Smith received a shot in hit
arm and retired to the rear, Corporal Max
was knocked down by a spent ball, and for a
few moments tho young Captain seemed to
stand alone beforo tho enemy.
" Cap, I bo cussed cf wo hain't got tw
sit out o' this,' cried old Arkausaw Torn,
coming up at this moment "We'roflghtia
a lino o' battle."
Luke had realized this somo moments be
fore, but had held his ground hoping soou
to bo reinforced. Tho firo was so hcavtf
that tho soldiers had begun to fly.
Come on, Cap; fur God s sako dout
stand thar 'n bo killed," cried old Tom,
seizitifr his arm and trying to drag hua
away. Tho dense smoko of battlo had
settled about among tho woods, rendering
objects invisible twenty paces away.
As Luko was about to comply witn too
old scout's request a Confederate officer
followed by half a dozen men ran lorwaro,
"Surrender or die I"
" Not by a jugful," yelled Arkansaw Tom,
and quick as flash ho brought his gun to hit
shoulder and leveled it at his heart
But just as his finger pressed tho triggor
Luke struck up tho gun with his sword
and sent tho bullet flying harmlessly
through tho air. ,
"Dod bum it what 'd ye do thet fur!"
"Fly for your life," shouted Luke, push
ing the scout down tho hill and starting
after him. But a black object behind a tree
arrested his attention. It was that mys
terious old negro, Blackhawk, who had
been a puzzle to him from childhood.
Blackhawk had got away from tho boat,
found a gun and came to fight. Ho was
kneeling behind a tree, his gun leveled at
tho young Confederate whoso life Luke had
"You black scoundrel, daro you fire and I
will run you through," shouted Luke, plac
ing tho point of his sword against tho
"He's a Rcb, massa, an' I's fightln' ter
free my po' wifo an' littlo baby."
"But he was a good master to you, and
if you harm him 1 will kill you." Ho
snatched tho negro's gun from his hand
and hurled him down tho hill.
They had not gono far beforo they met the
advancing lines of the Federal army, and
tho skirmishers quickly fell into place aud
all pressed gallantly up tho eminenoe
through tho felled timber. Tho terrible
thunder of contending armies mado tho
woods tremble. Tho Federals passed over
tho abattis of fallen trees, though many a
eallant soldier laid down his life in the
effort. Luko saw Eddio Reed, ono of his
company, lying with his body in tho fork of
a fallen tree, and supposing ho was en
tangled, went to help extricate him, but he
had a bullet in his heart and was dead.
Tho Union forces drove back tho rebel
lines beforo them. As soon as the cleared
space around the camp was gained, a
charge was ordered, and a terrible hand to
hand fight ensued. The Confederates
numbered eight thousand, but General
Grant's forces fell upon them with such im
petuosity that after a brief but desperate
struggle they broke and fled. A moment
later the stars and bars were run down,
and the stars and stripes mounted into their
Tho batteries at Columbus commanded
the position, and General Grant knew he
could not long hold tho camp. The only
thing that had protected the Union forces
from showers of shot and shell was the
fear the Confederate gunners had of kill
ing their own friends, for the blues and
grays were so mixed up that it was rathor
difficult to tell friend from foe.
Driven from their camp, the rebels fled
down under the hill. The Union soldiers,
flushed with victory, became wild. Hither
and thither, helter-skelter, they went, re
gardless of military discipline, and seem
ing more like madmen than soldiers. They
plundered and burned the camp and
cheered until they were hoarse. In vain
did General Grant try to get them back to
the transports. They seemed bent only
upon the destruction of the enemy's prop
erty. "Form yer men," yelled Colonel Smart,
growing white with fury.
" Fall in fall in,"' cried Captain Mason.
"Hurrah fur the stars and stripes;
we're the boys that licked tho Johnnies I"
yelled Corporal Max, but a short distance
away, swinging an officer's liquor-case over
"Fall in Max, fall in." Not over half a
dozen men in Luke's company were yet in
line, the others running about tho camp.
A scene of confusion ensued. Officers
frantically swearing, and hero and there
dragging a soldier to his position, while tho
men seemed to have lost their wits and
wero whooping and shouting like madmen.
A white puff of smoke curled up from one
of the batteries at Columbus and a shell
came circling through the air. It exploded
near the camp and brought the soldiers to
In less than five minutes long lines oi
men were filing down the hill from the
TO BE COXTUtTJED.
It is the man who adjust a labor strike
quickly who is the smartest tye-up-righter.
A Sermon. By Dr. Talmage on the
Tha Grand. Aaturatl Seenery Where Ha
Pasted His BarljrLtfe The Boy In tha
Carpenter Mi op and In tha Tim-
In a recsut sermon at Brooklyn Dr. Tal
sage's subject was- "Christ the Village
Lad.'" He took foe his text Luke ii. 40:
"And the child, grew and waxed strong
In spirit filled w&h wisdom; and the
grace of God was upon Him." The preach
About Christ aavllage lad 1- apeak.
There is for the most part a silence more
than eighteen centuries long about Christ
between infancy and manhood. What
kind of a boy was He?' Was He a genuine
boy at all. or did there settle upon Him
from tho start all the intensities of martyrdom?-
We have on this subject only a
little guessing, a few surmises, and here
and there no unimportant "perhaps."
Concerning what bounded that boyhood
on both side we hare whole libraries of
books and whol? galleries of canvas and
sculpture. Before the infant child In
Mary's arms, or taking His first sleep in
the rouzb outhouse, all the painters bow,
and wo have Paul Veronese's "Holy Fam
ily," and Perugino'8 "Nativity," and An
gelico da Fisolo's "Infant Christ" and
Rubens' "Adoration of the Magi," and
Tintoret's "Adoration of the Magi," and
Chirlandojo's "Adoration of the Magi."
and Raphael's "Madonna," and Orcagna's
"Madonna," and Muriilo'j "Madonna,"
and Madonnas by all tha schools of paint
ing in all lights and shades and with all
styles of attractive-feature and impressive
surroundings, but pen and pencil and
chisel have with few exceptions passed
by Christ the village lad. Yet by three
conjoined evidences I think we can come
to as accurate an idea of what Christ was
as a boy as we cau of what Christ was as
First, we hare the brief Bible account.
Then we have the prolonged account of
what Christ was at thirty years of age.
Now you have only to minify that account
somewhat and you. find what He was
at ten years of age. Temperaments never
change. A sanguine temperament never
becomes a phlegmatic temperament A
nervous temperament never becomes a
lymphatic temperament. Religion changes
one's affections and ambitions, but it is
the game old temperament acting in a dif
ferent direction. As Christ had no relig
ious change. He was at a lad what He was
as a man, only on not so large a scale.
When all tradition and all art and all his
tory represent Him as a blonde with gol
den hair I know He was in boyhood a
We have, beside, an uninspired book
that was for the first three or four cen
turies after Cluist's appoaranco received
by many as Inspired nnd which Kives pro
lunged account of Christ's boyhood. Sonio
of it may be true, most of it may be true,
none of it may bo true. It may be partly
built on facts, or by the passage of the
nges, some real facts may have been dis
torted. But because a book is not divine
ly inspired we aro not therefore to con
clude that there are not true things in it.
Prescotl's "Conquest of Mexico" was
not inspired, but we believe it
although it may contain mistakes.
Macaulay's "History of England" was
not inspired, but we believe it, although It
may have been marred with many errors.
The so-cnlled apocryphal gospel in which
the boyhood of Christ is dwelt upon I do
not believe to be divinely inspired, and
yot it may present facts worthy of consid
eration. Because it represents tha boy
Christ as performing miracles some have
overthrown that whole apocryphal book.
But what right have you to say that Christ
did not perform miracles at ten years of
age as well as at thirty? He was in boy
hood as certainly d.vmo as in manhood.
Then while n lad He must have had the
power to work miracles, whether Ho did
or did not work them. When, having
reached manhood, Christ turned water in
to wine that was said to be the beginning
of miracles. But that may mean that it
was the beginning of that series of man
hood miraclos. In a word, I think that
the New Testament is only a small tran
script of what Jesus did ana said. Indeed,
the Bible declares positively that if all
Christ did and said wero written the world
would not contain the books.
While I do not believe that any of the
so-called apocryphal New Testament is
inspired, I believe much of it is true; just
as I believe a thousand books, none of
which are divinely inspired. Much of it
was just like Christ Just as certain as
tho man Christ was tho most of the time
getting the man out of trouble, I think
that the boy Christ was the most of the
timo getting boys out of trouble. I have
declared to you this day a boy's Christ
And tho world want 3 such a one. He did
not sit around moping over what was to
be or what was. From the way in which
natural objects enwreathed themselves
into His sermons after He had become a
man, I conclude there was not a rock or a
hill or a cavern or a tree for miles around
that He was not familiar with in child
hood. Ho had cautiously felt his way
down Into the caves and had with lithe
and agile limb gained a poise on many a
high tree top. His boyhood was passed
among grand scenery, as most all the great
natures have passed early lite among the
mountains. Thoy may live now on the
fiats, but they passed the receptive days
of ladhood among the hills, among the
mountains of New Hampshire or the
mountains of Virginia or the
mountains of Kentucky or the
mountains of Switzerland or Italy or
Austria or Scotland. On mountains as high
and rugged at they, many of tha world's
thrilling biographies began. Our Lord's
boyhood was passed i a neighborhood
twelve hundred feet above the level of the
sea and surrounded by mountains five or
six hundred feet still higher. Before it
could shine on the village where this boy
slept the sun bad to climb far enough up
to look over the hills that held their heads
far aloft Authors have taken pains to
say that Christ was not affected by these
surroundings, and that He from within
lived outward and independent of circum
stances. So far from that being true. He
was the most sensitive being that ever
walked the earth, and if a pale invalid's
weak finger could not touch His robe
without strength going out from Him
these mountains and seas could not have
touche 1 His eye without irradiating His
entire nature with their magnificence. I
warrant that He had mounted and ex
plored all the fifteen hills around Naza
reth, among them Herman with its crystal
coronet of perpetual snow, and Carmel
and Tabor and Gilboa. nnd they all had
their sublime echo in after time from the
And then it was not uncultivated grand
eur. Theso hills carried in thiirarmsor
on their lacks gardens, groves, orchards,
terraces, viueiards cactus, sycamores.
These outbi aliening foliages did not have
to wait fur the floods before their silence
was broken, for through them and over
them and in circles round them and under
them wero pelicans, were thrushes, were
sparrows, were nightingales, were larks,
were quails, were blackbirds, were part
ridges, were bulbuls. Yonder the white
flocks of sheep snowed down over the
pasture lands. And yonder the brook re
hearses to the pebbles its adventures
down the rocky she'ving. Yonder are
the oriental homes, the housewife .with
pitcher on the shoulder entering the door,
and down the lawn in front children
reveling among the flaming flora. And
all this spring and song and grass and
ranshine and shadow woven into the moat
exquisite nature tbat over breathed or
wept or sang or suffered.' Through study
ing the sky between the fillls Christ had
noticed the weather signs, and that a.
crimson sky at night meant dry weather
next day, and tbat a crimson sky in the
morning meant wet weather before night
And how beautifully He made use of-it In
alter years as Ha drove -down upon .the
pestiferous Pharisee and Badducee by
crying out: "When it is evening ye say
it will be fair weather, for tie sky is red,
and in the morning it will ba foul weather
to-day, for the sky is red .'and lowering.
O, ye hypocrites, ye can discern the signs of
tha timos." By day, as every boy has
done, He watched the barnyard fowl At
sight of overswlnging hawk,.. cluck her
chickens under wing, and in attar years
He said: "O, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! How
often would I have gathered thee as a hen
gathereth her chickens under her wing 1'.''
By night He had noticed His mother by
the plain candlelight which, as ever and
anon it was snuffed and the-removed wick
put down on the candlestick, beamed
brightly through all 'the family sitting
room as His mother was mending His gar
ments that had been torn during the day's1
wanderings among the rocks or bushes,
and years afterward it all came out in the
simile of the greatest sermon ever
preached: "Neither do men light a candle
and put it under a bushel but in a candle
stick and it givstb light to all who are in
the bouse. Lst your light so shine." Some
time when His mother in the autumn took
out the clothes that had been put away for
the summer he noticed how the moth
miller flew out and the'eoat dropped apart
ruined and useless, and so twenty years
after He enjoined: "Lay. up, i for your
selves treasures in Heaven where neither
moth nor rust can corrupt'" His boyhood
spent among birds and flowers they all
caroled and bloomed again fifteen years
after as be cried out: "Behold tho fowls
of the air." "Consider tha lilies." '
Yes, from the naturalness, tha simplicity,
the freshness of His parables and similes
and metaphors in manhood discourse, I
know that He had been a boy of the fields
and had bathed in tha streams and heard
the nightingale's call, broken through the
flowery hedge and looked out of the em
brasures of the fortress, nnd. drank from
the wells and chased the butterflies, which
travelers say have always been one of the
flitting beauties of that landscape,. and
talked with the strange people from Da
mascus and Egypt audi Sapphoris and'
Syria, who in caravans or on foot passed
through His neighborhood,.thedogs bark
ing at their approach at sundown. As
afterward He was a perfoct man, in the
time of which I speak He was a perfoct
boy, with the spring of a boy's foot,. the
sparkle of a boy's eye,, the rebound of a
boy's life and just the opposite of those
juveniles who sit around morbid and un
elastic, old men at ten. II warrant He was
able to take His own part and to take the
part of others. In that village of Nazar
eth lam certain there is what is found in
all the neighborhoods of the earth, that
terror of children, tho bully, who seems
lorn to strike, to punch, to bruise, to over
power, the less muscular and robust The
Christ who afterward in no limited terms
denounced hypocrite nnd Pharisee, I1
warrant never let such juvenile villain
impose upon less vigorous childhood and
yet go unscathed and undefended. At ten
years He was in sympathy with the un
darlings as-He was at thirty and thirty
three. I want no further inspired or un
inspired information to persuade me that
He was a splendid boy, a radiant boy, the
grandest, holiest, mightiest boy of. all
ages. Hence I. commend Him as a boy's
Christ. What multitudes between ten
nnd fifteen years have found Him out as
the one just suited. byHisowu personnl
experience to help any boy.
Let the world look out how it treads on
a boy. for that very moment it treads on
Christ You Btrike a boy. you strike
Christ; you insultaboy.youinRultChrist;
you ch at n boy, you client Christ It is
nn awful and infinite mistake to come as
far as manhood without a Christ when
hero is a boy Christ. ThafWa's one reason.
I suppose, that Jonathan Edward?, after
ward the greatest American logician and
preacher of his time, became a Christian
at seven years of age;, and Robert Hall,,
who afterward shook Christendom with
his sacred eioqueuce became a Christian
at twelvo years of agor and Isaic Watts,
who divided with Charles Wesley tho do
minion of holy song, became a Christian
at nine years of age;: nnd if in any large
religious assemblage it were asked that all
the men and women who learned to love
Christ before they were fifteen j-ears of
nge would please lift their right band,
tbora would be enough hands lifted to
wave a coronation. What is true in a re
ligious sens is true in a secular sense.
Themistoclos amnzsd his school fellows
with talents which in after years mado
the world stare. Isaac Newton, the boy,
by drivins pegs in the side of a house to
mark the decline of the sun, evidenced a
disposition toward the experiments which
afterwaid showed the nations how the
tho wonds swing. Robert Stephenson,
the boy, with his kite on the commons ex
perimented with electric currents and
prophesied work which should yet make
him immortal. "Get out of my way!"
said a rough man to a boy, "get out of my
wayl what are you good for, anyhow?"
They boy answered: "They make men out
of such things as we are."
But having shown you the divine lad In
the fields, I must show you Him in the
mechanic's shop. Joseph, His father, died
very early, immediately after the fa
mous trip to the temple, and this lad had
not only to support Himself, but to sup
port His mother, and what that is some of
you know. There is a royal race of boys
on earth now doing the same thing. They
wear no crown. They have no purple
robe adroop from their shoulders. The
plain chair on which they sit is as much
unlike a throne as any thingyou can Imag
ine, but God knows what they are doing
and through what sacrifices they go, aad
through all eternity God will keep paying
them for their filial behavior. They shall
get lull measure of reward, the measure
pressed down, shaken together and run
ning over. They have their example in
this t oy Christ taking care of His mother.
He had been taught the carpenter's trade
by His father. The boy had done the
plainer work at the shop while His father
had put on the finishing touches of the
work. The boy also cleared away the
chips and blocks and shavings. He
helped hold the different pieces of work
while the father joined them. In our day
we have nil kinds of mechanics and the
work n divided up among them. But to
be a carpenter in Christ's boyhood days
meant to make plows, yokes, shovels,
wagons, tables chairs, sofas, houses and
almost every thing that was made.
But having seen Christ, the boy of the
fields and the boy in the mechanic's shop.
1 show you a more marvelous scene,
Christ, the smooth-browed lad, among the
long-bearded, white-hairod, high -fore-headed
ecclesiastics of the temple. Han
dr.ds rt thousands of strangers had come
to Jerusalem to keep a great religious fes
tival. After the hospitable homes were
crowded with visitors, the tents were
spread all around the city to shelter im
mense throngs of strangers. It was very
easy among the vast throngs coming and
going to lose a child. More than two
million people have been known to gather
at Jerusalem for that national feast You
must not think of tho?e regions as sparse
ly settled. The ancient historian, Jo
sephus, says there were in Galilee two
hundred cities, the smallest of them con
taining 15,000 people. No wonder that
amid tha crowds at the time spoken of
Jesus, the boy, was lost. His parents,
knowing that He was mature enough and
agile enough to take care of Himself, are
on their way home without any anxiety,
supposing that their boy is coming with
soma of the groups, But alter awhile they
suspect He is lost aadl with flushed, cheek
had a terrorized lookMhay. rush this way;
and that,: saying:. "Have you sees- eay
thing of my boy ?'He is twelve years of agar,
of fair complexion, aadfcas blue eyes and.
auburn hhir. . Hive you teen Him sines
we left 'the city?"' Back they go la.bot'i
baste in and out the streets, in and oat
the prlypto houses and among thesnr I
rounding hills. For three days tbey
search and inquire, wondering if- He has
been trampled under foot of isome of the
throngs or has ventured on. the cliffs or
fallen off. a precipice.. Seed through .all.
the streets and lanes of the- city and'
among the surrouadlng bills that most
dismal sound:: "A, lost child 1! A. lost
child 1" ' And lo, af ten three days thaw
discovert Him In great- temple, seatod-
aaiong the mightiastu-eiiglonlsts of ia!l the
world. The walls of no other building
ever looked down oa-suohia scene. At
child twelve years old surrounded by
septuagenarians, He asking His own ques
tions and answering theirs..
, I nmnot so much intercstediin the ques
tions they as ted. Him as in the questions-
He asked .them. He asked tbo questions
not to get information from, the doctors
for He knew it already, but to humble
them by showing.' them the height and
depth and. length and breadth of their
own ignorance. While the radiant boy
thrusts these self-conceitediphilosophers
with the interrogation. point they put the
forefinger of t the right band to tho temple
as though to start their thoughts into
more vigor, and they would look upward
and then they would wrinkle thein brows
nnd then byabsoluto silence onin positive
words confess their incapacity to answer
the interrogatory.. With any one of a.
hundred questions about theology, about
philosophy, about astronomy, about time,
about eternity. He may have balked them,
disconcerted them, flung them flat. Be
hold the-boy Christ asking questions-and
listan when your child asks questions. He
has the right to ask them. The more ba
asks the better. Alas for the stupidity of
the child -without Inquisitiveness! It Is
Christlike to ask. questions.. Answer
them if-you can. Do not' say: "I cant
be bothered now."" It it your place to
be bothered with questions. If you are
not able to answer, surrender and' confess
your' incapacity, as I have no dbubt did
Rabbin Simeon and Hillel and Sbaminai
and the sons ofBetirah when that splendid
boy, sitting or-standing there with. a gar
ment reaching from neck to-ankle, and
girdled at the- waist, put them to their
very.wit's-end. It is no digraae to say:
"I don't know." The learned doctors
who environed Christ that day in the
temple did not know or they would not
have asked.Him any questions. The only
being in tbe universe who never needs to
say, "I do. not know,"' Is- the Lord
Almighty. The fact that thejr did not
know sent Keppler nnd Cuvier and Colum
bus and Humboldt and Herscnel and
Morse and Sir Wiliam Hamilton and all
the other of tbe world's mightiest natures
into thelrlife-long explorations. Telescope
and microscope and stethoscope and
electric battery nnd all the scientific ap
paratus of alL the ages are only questions
asked at the door of mystery. Behold tha
Nnzarene lad asking questions, giving
everlasting dignity to earnest interroga
tion. But whilo I see tho old theologians
standing around the boy Clirht I am im
pressed as never before with the fact tbat
what theology most wants is more of
childish simplicity. Thi world and the
ChurciL have built up immense systems of
theology Half of thorn try to tell what
God thought what God planned, what
God did five hundred million years before
the small star on which we live was cre
ated. Ibave had many a sound sleep un
der sermons about the decrees of God and
the eternal generation ot tbe Son nnd discourses-showing
who Melchisedek wasn't
and I give a fair warning tbat if any min
ister ever begins a sermon on such a sub
ject in my presence I will pnt my head
down: on the pew in front aud go into the
deepest slumber I can reach. Wicked
waste of time, this trying to scale the
unscalable and fathom tbo unfathomable
while tho nations want the bread
of life nnd to be told bow tbey can get rid
of their sins nnd their sorrows. Why
should you and I perplex ourselves about
the decrees of God? Mind your own busi
ness and God will take care of His. In
tho conduct of the universe I think Ho
will somehow manage to get along with
out us. It you. wnnt to love nnd serve
God, and be good nnd useful and got to
Heaven, I warrant tint nothing which oc
curred eight hundred quintillion of years
ngo will hlnderyou a minute. It is not
tliedecreesofGodth.it do us any barm,
it is our own decrees of sin and folly.
You need not go any further back in his
tory than about 1.K0 years. You see this
is tbe year 1S89 Christ died about thirty
three years of age. You subtract 33 from
18S9and that makes it only l.b3G years.
That Is as far back as you need to go.
Something occurred on that day un
der an eclipsed sun that sets us all
forever free if with our whole heart and
life we accept the tremendous protfer.
Do not let the Presbyterian Church or the
Methodist Church or the Lutheran Church
or tbe Baptist Church or any of the Evan
gelical Churches spend any tine in trying
to fix up old creeds, all of them imperfect
as every thing man does is imperfect I
move a new creed for all the- Evangelical
Churches of Christendom, only three ar
ticles in the creed and noj need of any
more. If I had all tbe consoerated people
of all denominations of tha- earth on one
great plain, and I had voice loud enough
to put it to a vote that cread of three, ar
ticles would be adopted v-dth a unanimous
vote and a thundering aye that would
siake the earth quake and the heavens
ring with hosanna. This Is tbe creed I
propose for all Christendom:
Article 1. "God so loved the world that
he gave His only begotten Son that who
soever belioveth in Him should not perish
but have everlastinc life."
Article 2. "This is a faithful saying and.
worthy of all acceptation tbat Jesus Christ,
came into tha world to save sinners, evan
Article 3. 'Worthy is the Lamb that was
slain to receive blessings and riches and
honor and glory and power, world without
But you go to tinkering np your- old
creeds and patching and splicing and in
terlining and annexing and subtracting
and adding and explaining and yoi will
lose time and make yourself a target for
earth and hell to shoot at Let ua have
creeds not fashlcned out of human ingen
uities but out of Scriptural phraseology,
and all the guns ot bombardment blazing
from all the port holes of infidelity and
perdition will not in a thousand years
knock oS the Church of GoJ a splinter as
big as a cambric needle. What Is most
needed now is tbat we gather all our the
ologies around the boy in tho temple, the
elaborations around' the simplicities and
the profundities around the clarities, the
octogenarian of scholastic research around
the unwrinkled cheek ot twelve years
juvonescence. "Except you become as a
little child you can in no wise enter the
kingdom;" and except you become
as a little child you can not un
derstand the Christian religion. The
best thing tbat Rabbin Simeon and Hillel
and Sbammai and the sons of Betirah
ever did was in the temple, to bend over
the lad who, first made ruddy of cheek by
the breath of the Judeaa hills and on His
way to the mechanic's shop where He was
soon to be the support ot His bereaved
mother, stopped long enough to grapple
with the venerable dialecticians of the
Orient ''both hearing them and asking
them questions." Some, referring tc
Christ have exclaimed Ecce Deus! Be
hold tbe God. Others have exclaimed
Ecce bomo! Behold the man. But to-day
in conclusion of my subject I cry, Ecce
adoleicens ! Behold the boy !
USEFUL AND SUGGESTIVE-
Oil of poppormint is a strong disinJ
ffcetant and germicide, and it is said t
that one part in a hundred thousand of -9-water
An excellent volatile liniment la
mado by adding spirits of ammonia, a '
littlo at a time, to sweet oil and shak-
ing it well till tha mixure looks soapy-.
Keep well corked.
Soap-suds are better than water fori
washing purposes, because tho soap.
forms a chemical combination with tbe
greasy matters present, and renders
them, soluble in water. Without this
help,, the water could not dissolve.
Soda should always be dissolved ih.s
a cold liquid preferably water .be--cause
dissolving it in hot water causes
an- offervescence. and tho immediate
liberation of the carbonic acid gas-s.
Dissolving in cold water preserves. .all,
of its "lightening" power.
Drink for an invalid: Beat woUthrh
yelk of one egg, placo it in a glass, add.
white sugar and lemon or vanilla ta
taste; fill up the glass with milk. Take:
the whilo of an egg and beat to a stiff
froth and add sugar and flavoring.
Place on the top of tho glass.
To wash draperies or curtatna of
art muslin successfully lay them in
sold water to soak out the worst of .;tho
dirt; then wash in tepid water with.
good soap, but no soda; rinse through,
sold water with a littlo salt if the
colors aro not perfectly fast, and dry
quickly; fold beforo they aro quitO'dry
and iron lightly with a not too-hot.
Let tho sunshine enter youn.oome.
and it will bring radianco and cheer
and vigor and good health.., ..Itiaa
purifier, warding off mold, moisture,
gloom, depression and dlseasa-r It;
should be admitted to every apartment.
of tho house and mado welcome -at nil.
times. It is a strong proventive-to. thei
disorders that visit shaded andi musty
places. It brings health and happiness
that can not be obtained from.i4mjf.ith
The credit system too oftena pro
motes extravagance. When a woman,
is allowed to run up an account wher
ever she deals sho is very apt to bo-far
more extravagant than sho would! un
der a system of ca3h payments... It is
so easy to buy unnecessary things whon
nil ono has to do is to have thorn,
charged to tho husband's ore father s
account, only, unfortunately, a day.- of
reckoning must come. Keep 'house-on
a cash basis that is a brief but most
excellent rule for tho domestiaXmcnces-
Rural New Yorker.
Manufacturers of kerosene oilisay
that all lamps aro safo with i goodi oil,
and that the quality of oil 'can be ascer
tained by tho following -test: Take-a-pint
tin cup, fill it nearly full ofr w.ator
warmed so that an ordinary thermom
eter immersed in it will show, one- hun
dred and twenty degrees, pour a small
quantity of oil on the water, stir it a
little, then pass a lighted match over
tho surface of the oilonce.- If it ignites
the oil is unsafe. If. purchase bo
mado of from three to five- gallons at a
time, and this test be.madev jreopie can
protect tliomselvos. Ilousowifs.
The Necessity of Keeping- th-Tubers Tree
From Weeds nntl! Gretas-
Potatoes will aofcdo well on very poor
land. They want airich light soil. If
tho soil is not, so by nature-it must bo
made so by cultivation, With potatoes,
as with other crops, the weed3 and
grass must be kcptioutto- get the best
results. Soma fail in.securtng satisfac
tory results by completing their work
too soon. Thoy will have them cleaned
out and hilled up.nicolyand then leave
them to wouk in their- corn beforo tho
tops get lajgo enough to receive tho
final hoeing, and in consequence they
are injured! by the- grass and weeds,
which, in case -of. a dry spell take the
moisture and tho potato is a failure.
Cultivato tbo potato, as long as it will
do, and not disturb, the young tubers.
Usuallythe tops.ftll down by this time.
At planting cut tho- potatoes to one or
two eyss, commeaaing at tho root end
and cuttdownwaxds I prefer largo po-.
tatoes and then cut to one eye. I sup-.
pose there-is. vory little difference as to-,,
the yield, whether you plant in hills os
drills, but good cultivation is very cs--serrtial.
As to food properties the per.
tato stands fax-below the grains. IJs,
csamiitcd. that 100 parts of flour coo-.,
tain as much actual nutriment as. 3d 5:
parts of potato. Tho potato contains.
from.70 to SO per cent of water, I$t to.
29 of starch. 3 to 7 of fiber, (or woody
matter) 3; to 4 of gum. dextrine-or-r
sugar, and 2 of albumen, gluten, and.
casein. There is quite a differsneadn.
different varieties, and in different
I need not say any thing a'iout tha.
quantity that can be raised from an
acre,, but one man said that on tho
same- extent of land that it would, take
to raise 30 pounds of wheat you coald
raise 1,000 pounds of potato'.-s.. This. I
think, would not hold goad, for- this
country. It would bo 33, time as
much, or 1.000 bushels to the acre. I
should think 250 to 300 bushels, per acre
would ba a good yield. Iffthcy yield 6
times as much they arts a profitable
crop to raise to feed stock.. Cattle need
something of tho kind in. winter, and I
think there should be more raised for
this purpose. The potato is quite
liable to dry rot, wet rot and scab.
There is a good deal cf. discussion about
the different causes of these different
diseases. The seasons and weather, I
think, have a good deal to do with the
rot, but long planting of tho same kind
in the same soil without change of seed
will cause it to run out and therefore,
become more susceptible to diseaso.
Tho practice ot changing seed and;
planting in different soils should be
kept up for tie health of the potato.
The scab is said by some to bo caused
by too high manuring; some say tho
potato beet!; and others fish worms;
and some the blight I should be in
clined ta attribute it to manures not
well rotted; If what I have said about
plantings tilling and disease of the po
tato does not meet with your mind3. let
us investigate the subject and find out
U possible what will give us the best
potato, which stands among the first
necessities of the table, J?. . Wood
fcrd in Qhio Farmer
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