Pike County Democrat, Volume 26, Number 2, Petersburg, Pike County, 24 May 1895 — Page 3

Sow LEM ROPED THE HAS. I EM CHILDRESS is renowned as the man ivho wears the biggest pair of spurs in Grant county—a consul; erable feat. Also as the man who roped the bear. This story is to be about the roping of the bear, which Incident'made much talk even in this land of daredevil, hard-riding cowpunchers. The celebrated Lemuel is a longlegged and good-natured Texan. He is foreman of the L. C. ranch and he delights in a bear hun^ rather more than anything else. Lemuel was born •on the panhandle, and had his early education driving cattle over the big trail and dodging Comanches. He killed his first Comanche at the tender age of seventeen with a double barreled shotgun. He has been riding and sleeping under his saddle blanket these thirty years, and he has a fashion of wearing out three horses a day. But as to that bear: Thomas Lyons, the manager of the Lyons & Campbell Cattle company, is one of the most en? thusiastic bear hunters in New Mexico, and he would as soon think of starting after a grizzly without his Winchester as to leave Lem behind. Last November his outfit was up in the Mogolton mountains on a bear hunt. Near the mouth of Sapillo creek, in a horribly rough country, they found where a huge grizzly had killed a bull, almost taking the beast’s head off with one swipe of his fore paw. It is the habit of the gri&zly to thus kill a cow, devour as much of the carcass as it wishes, then go away, bedding somewhere in the neighborhood, and returning from time to time to feast again upon the cow. Also it is the habit of bear hunters, khowjng all this, to bury a fortypound steel trap in the sand near the carcass, with the expectation that the bear will step into it and be thereafter considerably hampered in his movements. This is what Mr. Lyons did on

xms occasion, ne sev uis war nap I near the dead bull, and to the chain of I the trap he attached a twenty-foot sapf ling, of exceeding toughness. This was done in the evening. The next morning men and dogs set out from the camj>, expecting to find the trap sprung. It was sprung, but not by the big grizzly. During the night an impudent little four hundred bear, a common black bear no bigger than a yearling heifer, had come along and stuck his foot into the trap. Of course bear, trap, sapling and all had disappeared, but between them all they managed to leave a trail as plain as the stage road. So off went the dogs and after tjhem the hunters, tearing over rocks and through brush that nothing but a New Mexican horse could crawl through at a walk. The bear had taken right down Sapillo creek, which here runs through a deep “box” canyon—that is, a cleft in the mountain side with almost perpendicular walls. The dogs—Tom Lyons has a ferocious pack of bear doge— overtook the beast three-quarters of a mile from the place where the trap was set and they went at him in fine style. The uproar and scratching of rocks, the snarling of the bear, and the noise of the dogs were something tremendous. There is no use trying to tell! about that—description would be wasted on anyone who never saw Tom Lyons’ dogs “wooling” an active and somewhat ill-tempered bear. They say it was a right pretty fight. The situation was this: The wall of the canyon here, rocky and precipitous, ascends in huge steps — “benches,” they call them. The bear was twenty or thirty feet up the Avail on one of these benches with the dogs worrying him. On the next bench only a few feet away the delighted . Childress sat watching the circus—he

“ESTBB THAT TBKB I FLOPPED. bad dismounted and clambered to this place afoot. In the bed of the creek below was the rest of the party, every man trying* to see all of the fun he conld. Nobody was in a hurry about shooting the bear, for it was only a cheap black 'bear —good practice for the dogs. From here on perhaps I would better let Lem tell the story just as he told it to me the other night, while we were aqnatting by a camp-fire up Davis -canyon after a hard day’s ride looking for bear sign. Lem was putting in the time sorting frijoles to cook overnight and he told the story with great delight. I report it faithfully word for word—barring of course necessary expurgation where Mr. Childress’ language grew too waTm for publication. He is apt to grow more or less vivid in his talk when he gets to talking about bear. Especially about this particular | bear. Said Lemuel: [ “I was settin’ up on the bench jist ■ above Mr. B’ar watchin’ the dogs goin’ f at him an’ havin’ whole lots of fun. | Mr. Lyons and the boys down in the •creek they couldn’t see very well, so . Mr. Lyons he yelled to me an’ he sea: ‘Rope him, Lem, so we kin pull him down an’ hav# some fun with him.’ “ *1 ain’t got no rope,’ sez 1.’ So then ▲rtlfur Clark he thrc wed me his rope an’ 1 made'a throw nt Mr. B’ar. He HSk'-. 7- -s'

shook it right off jes’ like this." Lem made a dab like a man trying to kill a mosquito on the bank of his neck. “Then 1 tuk in my rope an’ 1 made a big loop and thro wed it all over him.. He couldn’t get away from that, ah’ 1 shore had him. r i ! * “ ‘Throw the rope down to us, Lem.’ ses Mr. Lyons, *so's we k.n pull him down.’ “Well, I dumb down to do it—that put me on, the same bench with ijlr. B’ar. The rope was too short for them fellers to reach, though, an' they oouldn’t pull him down. I yelled jfer ’em to throw me another rope. Well, while we wuz a corkussin' aroun’ Mr. B’ar moved out. He seed me an’; he come right to me. That, tfhar b’ar, he was considerable ir’tjateclVrom pullin’ that trap aroun* and from the do^s a woolin’ of him, an’ he looked plefity mad now I tell you. My six-shooter had flopped out of my holster when I dumb down • the bench, an’ I didn’t have no gun nor nothin’. Thar w|z a sycamore tree a groovin’ out of the creek up agin the canyon wall, an’ I jest spread my wings an' inter that thar tree I flopped. Mr. B'ar, trap, saplin’, dogs an* all right on top uv me—” Right here Lem’s description gTew altogether too lurid for any use. The display of fireworks kept up for several minutes. 1 . • j “Well,” Lem went on, “down we went inter the creek kerflop, Mr. lia r an’ thej trap bn top ap’ me on the bottom. 1 wuz push in’ an’ shovin’, tryin’ to get out from under him, an’ he was goin’ to me 'bout right. By an’ by one uv the dogs nipped him by the heel, an’ he went after the dog an’ I got up, an’ yjou^ bet I run. The jninute I put my left fut on the groun’ I jes’ changed; ends. Mr. B’ar had chatved that fut all up, an’ I couldn’t run none at pill. So I tumbled down, feelm heap sick, an’ Mr. Lyons he come up an’ shot the b’ar. Then he giv’ me some whisk}* out’n his flask, an’ you bet I felt better right away. The boys cut my boot off, an’ then I needed some more whisky. You bet I wuz a killin’ a nerve every now an’ then with that thar whisky. “Well, I wuzn’t fit fur no more b’ar huntin' that trip. I done my fut up in a gunny sack an’ I put out fer the home ranch. It wuz forty miles, but my hoss hO wuz homesick an' he shore

KILLED A NERVE EVERY FEW MINUTES. traveled. The road crossed the Gila one hundred and twenty-six times be1 tween Sapvo an’ the ranch. an% ever’ time it crossed I jest let my sick fnt hang1 down, an' 1 drug it through the water. It did me heaps of good, you bet. “But I didn't do no more ridin’ fer six weeks, and that thar leg it pesters me yet, sometimes. It ain’t got no strength in it no more. You see, I twisted my ankle and busted a whole lot o’ little bones in it somewhar.” Lem still limps from his wound, but he does not seem to mind it, especially as the limp makes his buzz-saw spurs jingle all the more loudly. The next day after he told me this story I saw him ride a dun pony called Badger up among the pinnacles of the big mountain over against Red Rock oyer an impossible trail—he rode at a stiff gait where one of the most daring cow hands of the L. C. outfit, following him, was fain to get down and tow his horse along by the bridles. Lem rode forty miles that day over the most outrageous country without stopping for food and water, and had time when he came to camp to gallop out of the canyon where camp was, catch a calf, drag the beast down the mountain!, butcher it, cook and devour large portions of it, and then ait up half the night telling how thick the buffalo used to be on the Staked plains. The chances are that if another bear ever gets within throwing distance of Lem Childress it will “sure get roped.” —Chicago Tribune. RARIFIED MOUNTAIN AIR. Th« Lou of Breath in Climbing Not Altogether Dnt to Altitude. The question of loss of breath at great altitudes cannot, however, be taken as a sure tesit of the height reached. The state of health of the climbers, and whetheir they are training in proper or not, whether they have had a sufficiency of food, and the different states of the weather, are very large factors in the comforts or discomforts of an ascent. Count Henry Russell, one of the most experienced mountaineers, suffered severely on Mont Blanc (15,800 feet), while Mr. Henry Gale Gotch, after an easy ascent of the same mountain, tried the experiment of jumping a number of times over an alpenstock, which he did without any inconvenience whatever— his guide, Henri Devouassoud, however, confiding to him after a few days his abiding astonishment at so peculiar a mode of resting after an assent. Mr: Whymper and the Carrels suffered severely on Chimborazo (31,434 feet), while on the other hand Dr. Gussfeldt on Aconcagua reached 21.000 feet without suffering any inconvenience; and Mr. Fresh field’s party of six did not suffer in any way from the air, though they almost ran up the last rooks of Elbruz (18,536 feet).—EdwinS. i Balch, in Popular Science Monthly. —Women exhibit marked talent, both in devising and in making upnew styles of dress. *

TALMAGE’S SERMON. An Eloquent Plea fbr Practical Christianity. Tb« Union of the Suprrantnrnl and Honan Seen In the Itlble—The Wlag / of Inspirattou Evident In Every Chapter. Rev. T. De Witt Talmage delivered the following discourse oh “Wing and Hand” in the Academy of music, New York city, basing it on the text: The likeness of the hands of a man was under their wings.— Ezekiel X., 21. While tossed on the sea between Australia and Ceylon, 1 first particularly noticed this text, of which then and there I made memorandum. This chapter is all a-fiutter with cherubim. Who are the cherubim? An order of aDgels, radiant, mighty, all-knowing, adoring, worshipful. When painter or sculptor tried in temple at Jerusalem, or in marble of Egypt to represent the cherubim, he made them part lion, or part ox, or part eagle. But much of that is an unintended burlesque of the cherubim whose majesty, and speed and splendor we will never know until lifted into their presence we behold them for ourselves, as I pray by the pardoning grace of Qod we all may. But all the accounts Biblical, and all the suppositions human, represent the chernbim with wings, each wing about seven feet long, vaster, more imposing than any plumage that ever floated in earthly atmosphere. Condor in flight above Chimborazo, or Rocky mountain eagle aiming for the noonday snn, or albatross in play with ocean tempest, presents no "such glory. We can get an imperfect idea of the wing of chernbim by the only wing we see—the bird’s pinion—which is the-arm of the bird, but in some respects more wonderous than the human arm; with power of making itself more light, or more heavy; of expansion or contraction; defying all altitudes and all abysms; the bird looking down with pity upon boasting man as he toils up the >sides of the Adirondacks, while the wing with a few strokes puts the highest crags far beneath claw and beak., But the bird’s wing is only a feeble suggestion of cherubim's wing. The greatness of that, the radiance of that, the Bible again and again sets

iorin. My attention is not more attracted by those wings than by what they reveal when lifted. In two places in Ezekiel we are told there were hands under the wings; human hands; hands like ours. “The likeness of the hands of a man under the wings.” We have all noticed the wing of the cherubim, but no one seems yet to have noticed the human hand under the wing. There are whole sermons, whole anthems, whole doxologies, whole millenniums in that combination of hand and wing. If this world is ever brought to God, it will be by appreciation of the fact that supernatural *and (human agenc^s are to go together; that which soars, and that which practically works; that which ascends the heavens, and that which reaches forth to earth; the joining of tfie terrestrial and the celestial; the hand and the wing. We see this union in the constructions of the Bible. The wing of inspiration is in every chapter. What realms of the ransomed earth did Isaiah fly over? Over what battlefields for righteousness; what coronations; what dominions of gladness; what rainbows around the throne did St. John hover! But in every book of the Bible you just as certainly see the human hand that wrote it. Moses, the lawyer, showing his hand in the ten commandments, the foundation of all good legislation; Amos, the herdsman, showing his hand in smiles drawn from fields and flocks; the fishermen apostles showing their hand when writing about Gospel nets; Luke, the physician, showing his hand by giving especial attention to diseases cured; Paul showing his scholarly hand by quoting from "heathen poets, and making arguments about tbe resurrection that stand as firmly as on the day he planted them; and St. John shows his hand by taking his imagery from the appearance of the bright waters spread around the island of 'Patmos at hour of sunset, when he speaks of the sea of glass mingled with fire; scores of hands writing the parables, the miracles, the premises, the hosannas, the raptures, the consolations, the woes of ages. Oh, the Bible is so human; so full of heartbeats; so sympathetic; so wet with tears; so triumphant with palmbranches, that it takes hold of the human race as nothing else ever can take . hold of it—each writer in his own style: Job, the scientific; Solomon, the royal-blooded; Jeremiah, the despondent; Daniel.the abstemious and heroicwhy, we know their style so well that we need not look to the top of the page to see who is the author. No more conspicuous the uplifting wing of inspiration than the hand, the warm hand, the flexible hand, the Bkillful hand of human instrumentality. “The. likeness of the hands of a man was un

derthe wings.” □ Again, behold the combination of my text in all successful Christian work. We stand or kneel in our pulpits, and social meetings, and reformatory associations, offering prayer. Now, if anything has wings, it is prayer. It can fly farther and faster than anything I can now think of. In one second of time from where you sit it can fly to the throne of God and alight in England. In ofln second of time from where you sit it can fly to the throne of God and alight in India. It can girdle the earth in a shorter time than you can seal a letter, or clasp a belt, or hook an eye. Wings, whether that prayer starts from an infant’s tongue, or the trembling lip of a centenarian, rising from the heart of a farmer’s wife standing at the dashing churn, or before the hot breath of a country oven, they soar away, and pick out of all the shipping of the earth, on all the seas, the craft on which her sailor boy is voyaging. Yea, prayer can 4y clear down into the fu

tore. When the tether of Queen Victoria, vu dying, he asked that the In* fant Victoria might be brought while he sat up in bed; and the babe was brought, and the father prayed: “If .this child should lire to become queen of England, may she rule in the fear of GodT Having ended his praver, he said: “Take the child away.” But all who know the history of England for the last fifty years know that the prayer for that infant more than seventy years ago has been answered, and with what emphasis and affection millions of -the queen’s subjects have this day in chapels and cathedrals, on land and sea. supplicated, “God save the queen!” Prayer flies not only across continents, but across centuries. If prayer had only feet, it might run here and there and do wonders. But it has wings, and they are as radiant of plume, and as swift to rise, or swoop, or dart, or circle, as the cherubim’s vision. But, oh, my friends, the prayer must have the hand under the wing, or it may amount to nothing. The mother's hand, or the fathers’s hand, must write to the wayward boy as soon as you can hear how to address him. Christian souls must contribute to the evangelism of that faroff land for which they have been praying. Stop singing: “Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel,” unless you are willing to give something of your own means to make it fly. ' Have you been praying for the salvation of a young man’s soul? That is right; but also extend the hand of invitation to come to religious meeting. It always excites our sympathy to bee a man with his hand in a sling. We ask him: “What is the matter? Hope it is not a felon;” dr, “Have your fingers been crushed?” Bat nine out of ten of all Christians are going their Hfe*long with their hand in sling. They have been hurt by indifference,* or wrong ideas of what is best; or by conventionalities; and they never put forth that hand to lift, or help, or rescue anyone. They pray, and their prayer has wings, but there is no hand under the wings. From the very structure of the hand, we might make up our mind as to some of the things it was made for; to hold fast, to lift, to push, to pull, to help, and to rescue. And endowed with two hands, we might take the broad hint that for others as well as for ourselves we were to hold fast, to lift, to push, to pull, to help, to res

cue. nonarous nana: iou Know something of the “Bridgewater Treatises.” When Rev. Francis Henry Bridgewater in his will left forty thousand dollars for essays on “The Power, Wisdom and Goodness of God, as Manifested in the Creation,” and Davies Gilbert, the president of the Royal society, chose eight persons to write eight books, Sir Charles Bell, the scientist, chose as the subject of his great book: “The Hand; Its Mechanism ' and Vital Endowments as Evincing Design.” Oh, the hand! Its machinery beginning at the shoulder, and working through shafts of bone, upper arm and forearm, down to the eight bones of the wrist, and the five bones of the palm, and the feurteen bones of Vta fingers and thumb, and composed of a labyrinth of muscle, and nerve, and artery, and flesh, which no one but Almighty God could have planned or executed. But how suggestive when it reached down to us from under the wings of the cherubim! “The likeness of the hands of a man was under the wings.” This idea is combined in Christ. When He rose from Mount Olivet, He took wings. All up and down His life you see the uplifting divinity. It glowed in His foreheads It flashed in His eyes. Its cadences were heard in His voice. But He was also very human. It was the hand under the wing that touched the woes of the world, and took hold of the sympathies of the centuries. Watch His hand before it was spiked. There was a dead girl in a governor’s house, and Christ comes into the room and takes her pale, cold hand in His warm grasp, and she opens her eyes on the weeping household, and says: “Father, what are you crying about? Mother, what are you crying about?” The book says: “He took her by the hand, and the maid arose.” A follower, angered at an insult offered Christ, drew the sword from sheath and struck at a man with- the sharp edge, aiming, I think, at his forehead. But the weapon glanced aside and took off the right ear at its roots. Christ with his hand reconstructed that wonderful organ of sound, that whispering gallery of the'soul, that collector

OI VI orations, 1.41a 6 arcueu way to the auditory nerve, that tunnel without which all the musical instruments of earth would he of no avail. The book says: “He touched his ear and healed him.” Meeting a fullgrown man who had never seen a sunrise, or a sunset, or a flower, or the face of his own father or mother, Christ moistens the dnst from His own tongue, and stirs the dnst into an eyesalve, and with His own hands applies the strange medicament, and suddenly all the colors of earth and sky rash in upon the newly-created optic nerve, and tlfe instantaneous noon drove out the long night. When He sees the grief of Mary and Martha, He sits down and cries with them. Some say it is the shortest verse in |he Bible; but to me it seems, because of its far-reaching sympathies, about the largest—-‘Jesus wept!” So very human. He could not stand the sight of dropsy, or epilepsy, or paralysis, or dementia; but He stretches out His sympathetic hand toward it. So very, very human. Omnipotent.and majestic, and glorious, this angel of the new covenant, with wings capable of encircling the universe, andyet hands of gentleness, hands of helpfulness. “The hands of a man under the wings. There ia a kind of religion in our day that my text rebukes. There are men and women spending their time in delectation over their saved state, going about from prayer meeting to prayer meeting, and from church to church, telling how happy they are. But show them a subscrip tion paper, or ask them to go and visit the sick, or tell them to reclaim a wan- %

derep, or speak out for some unpopular enterprise, and they have bronchitis, or stitch in the side, or sadden attack of grip. Their religion is all wing, .and no hand. They can fly heaven* ward, but they can not reach oat earthward. In oar time it is the habit to denounce the cities, and to speak of 4hem as the perdition of all wickedness. Is it not time for some one to tell the other side of the story and to say that the city is the heaven of practical helpfulness? Look at the embowered fountains and parks, where the invalids may be refreshed; the Bowery mission, through which annually over one hundred thousand come to get bread for this life, and bread for the life to come, all the pillows of that institution under the blessing of Him who had not where to lay His head; the free schools, where the most impoverished are educated; the hospitals for broken bones; the homes for the restoration of intellects astray; the orphan house, father >an^ mother to all who cbme under its benediction; the midnight missions, which pour midnoon upon the darkened; the prison reforth association; the houses ol mercy; the infirmaries; the sheltering arms; the aid societies; the industrial schools; the sailors’ snug harbor; the foundling asylums; the free dispensaries, where greatest scientific skill feels the pulse of wan pauper; the ambulance; the stroke of its bell clearing the way to the place of casualty; and good souls like the mother who came to the Howard mission, with its crowd of. friendless boys picked up from the streets, and saying: “If you have a crippled boy, give Jam to me; my dear boy died with the spinal complaint,” and such an oue she found and took home and nursed him till he was well. It would take a sermon three weeks long to do justice to the mighty things which our cities are doing for the unfortunate and lost. Do not say that Christianity in our cities is all show, and talk, and genuflexion, and sacred

noise. There is is also in my subject the suggestion of rewarded work for God and righteousness. When the wing went the hand went. When the wing ascended the hand ascended; and for every useful and Christian hand there will be an elevation celestial and eternal. Expect no human gratitude for it will not come. That was a wise thing Eeneion wrote to his friend: “I am very glad, my dear, good fellow, that you are pleased with one of my letters which has been shown to you. You are right in saying and believing that 1 ask little of men in general. 1 try to do much for them and to expect nothing in return. 1 find a decided advantage in these terms. On these terms 1 defy them to disappoint me.” But, my hearers, the day cometh when your work, which perhaps no one has noticed, or rewarded, or honored, will rise to heavenly recognition. While I have been telling you that the hand was under the wing of the cherubim, 1 want you to realize that the wing was over the hand. Perhaps reward may not come to you right away. Washington lost more battles than he won, but he triumphed to the last. Walter Scott, in boyhood, was called “Thjr Greek Blockhead;” but what height of renown did he not afterward tread? And I promise you victory further on and higher up; if not in this world, then in the next. Oh, the heavenly day when your lifted hand shall be gloved with what honors, its Ungers enringed with what jewels, its wrist clasped with what splendors! Come up and take it, you Christian women, who served at the washtub. Come up and take it, you Christian shoemaker, who pounded the shoe last. Come up and «take it, you professional nurse, whose compensation n'ever paid for brokennights and the whims and struggles of delirious sick rooms. Come up and take it, you firemen, besweated, far down amid the greasy machinerjr of ocean steamers, and ye conductor^ and engineers on railroads, that kne|v no Sunday, and whose ringing bells and loud whistles never warded off yoyrf own anxieties. Come up and tawit, you mothers, who rocked and lullabied the family brood until they took wing for other nests, and never appreciated what you had done and suffered for them. Your hand was well favored when you were young, and it was a beautiful hand, so well rounded, so graceful that many admired and eulogised it; but hard work calloused it, and twisted it, and self-scrificing toil for others paled it, and many household griefs thinned it, and the ring which went on only with a push at the marriage altar, now is too large, and falls off, and again and again you have lost it. Poor hand! Weary hand! Worn-out hand! But God will reconstruct it, reanimate it, readorn it, and all Heaven will know the story of that hand. What fallen ones it lifted up! What tears it wiped away! What wounds it bandaged! What lighthouses it kindled! What storm-tossed ships it brought into the pearl-beached harbor! Oh, I am so glad that in the vision of my text Ezekiel saw the wing above the hand. Boll, on that everlasting rest for all the toiling, and misunderstood, and suffering and weary children of God, and know right well that to join yonr hand, at last emancipated from the struggle, will be the soft hand, the gentle hand, the triumphant hand of Him who wipeth away all tears from all faces. That will be the palace of the King of which the poet sang in sofeewhat Scotch dialect: /

It’s a bonnie, bonnie warl’ that we’re livin’ in the noo, An’ sunny is the Inn’ we aften traivel thro': But in vain we look for something to which oar hearts can cling, * For its beauty as is naethin to the ;Palace o* the King. We see oor Men’s await us ower yonder at His gate; Then let us a’ be ready, for ye kin it’s gettin’ lads; Let oor lamps be briehly .burnin’; let's raise oor voice an’ sing; , Soon we’ll meet, to part nae rnair, i the Falaoe o'the King.

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