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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, October 01, 1902, Image 12

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300 The Indian Advocate.
Croquet start a fire and give them something to eat. With
much good will he made every endeavor to make his guests
comfortable, and invited them to sit upon the straw bed, or
the log by the fire, which he proceeded to build with wood
gathered and hewn by himself. He pleaded with them to
allow him to go oyer and get food from the agent for them,
but they insisted that he open up his own cupboard and
"share his own food with them, as became a brother." He
produced flour ground by his own hands by means of the
primeval grist mill composed of two stones hewn for the pur
pose. Besides this he had only rice and some few potatoes.
He was so very humble that it was only by a strategy like
this that his virtues became known. The Indians were the
sole object of his solicitude; he lived among them as one of
themselves, sharing their joys and their sorrows, not much
better clad, and, of his own free choice, not much better sus
tained. Whatever he had above the most ordinary food and
clothing was at their service, and, on more than one occasion,
those friends who provided clothing and other articles for him
were chagrined to learn that most of their presents found
their way to his Indian children.
His funeral took place in the beautiful church at Braine
PAlleud in which he was baptized eighty-four years ago. It
was attended by over twenty priests, the relatives of the de
ceased and a large concourse of friends. The funeral oration
was delivered by the Abbe Renard, who paid a warm and
loving tribute to the beautiful life of self-sacrifice, the many
lovable attributes and the hallowed memory of "the Saint of
O regon . ' ' Catholic Columbian.
"I am selling a new cyclopedia," said the well-dressed man,
who had been ushered into the reception-room on the strength
of his make-up. "Would you care to look at it?" "'Tain't
no use," replied Mrs. Noser; "I'd break my neck if I ever
attempted to ride one of them foolish things."

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