Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 42, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 April 1884 — Page 3

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.^

BIG TACK SMALL. Hf¥t%

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After another long pause and strict Attention to the baking bread: "Parson gittin' sleepy

Not at all. Mr. Small." rblnkin' 'bout somethin', p'r'aps?" 1 was reflecting whether I had done iBiy whole duty, and had answered your question as iully as It should be answered." "Well, whenever you feel sleepy, jest spread your lay-out where you choose, an' turn in. Needn't mind me. I'll fuss round yere an' smoke a good while .yit. Thar haint no ceremony at this hotel—the rooms is all fust-class' pa rtjments." "Thank you, Mr. Small," said Mr. Sighal and then, after some pause, reiiumiag audibly the thread «f his own thought, he asked "Mr. Small, do not you believe in the oywrjjlijggprovidence of God ..

"Which God "There is but one God," "I don't see it, Parson. On this yere Pacific Coast, gods is numerous—Chinee gods, Mormon gods, Iujln gods, Christian gods, an' the Bauk o' Californy. "Perhaps so, Mr. Small—it is written there be gods many" but there is one only true God, Jesus Christ the right©OQ8 "Don't see it, Parson."

The Reverend Mr. Sighal rose quickly to his feet, and pulled down his vest at the waistband, like a warrior unconsciously feeling for the girding of his armor. "Do you deny the truth of the sacred Scriptures, Mr. Small f" "I don't deny nothin', 'cept what kin come before me to be recognized. What I say is, I don't see it." "You don't seo it?" "No, sir!"—emphasis on the sir. "Perhaps not, with the natural eyesight but with the «$ye of faith, Mr. Bmall, you can see it, j)' you humbly and honestly make the efl rt." "1 hain't got but

eyes—no extra

eye for Sunday use. 7hat I can't see, nor year, nor taste, no oell, nor feel, nor make up out o' reco together, hain't nothio nay meanin' when I say "I am deeply griev jspeak so, Mr. Small."

don an' hitch

1»me.

That's

jon'tseeit.'" to hear you

jspeak so, Mr. Small." "Now, look yere, Larson," replied Mr.

Small, as be got up to bustle about lis work, "fellers like me, livin'out o' doors, has got a God what couldn't git into one of your meetin' houses." "Mr. Small—pardon me—there is a glimmer in Mr. Small's language (a peculiarity common to unlettered west-ern-born Americans) that he sounds the emphatic form of the pronoun

with

the aspirate A—"that's hit! That's the liighest-larnt way to say,:'I don't see it.' Now, we're even, Parson—only you've sot a million o' meetin'-house bells to do the 'plaudin' fer you, an' I haint got jsary one. But these yere mountains, an' them bright stars, an' yonder moon

tullin' bright over the summit, would me ef I knowed bow to talk for "•what made 'em. Hush—listen!" said Small, suddenly pausing and pointing uader the moonlight qrosa the dim valley. "That's a coyote I wonder which of us he's laughin' at." "Yes:kiotee. He heap talk. Mtfbbe so tabbit ketch uin," said the Indian, rising and gathering up his blanket to retire. "Me heap shneep" (sleep.) "Throw down another stick o' wood off" the wagon, Gov. before you go to bed."

Yash me heap shneepy," replied the Indian, stretching and yawning with uplifted hands, from one of winch his red blanket draped down for a moment over his shoulder, gorgeous in the dancing camp-fire light. v^hile the Indian cllmed the wagonaide for the stick of wood, Mr. Sighal remarked: "Mr. Small, before we retire, may I not ask the privilege of a few words of audible prayer to' God for His preservation throngh the night liours?" "Yes, sir. Yere, Gov. come yere. I •want that Injin to year one prayer, ef be never years another. I've p^ld money when 1 was a boy to hev Injms prayed fer, an' now I'm goin' to see some of it done. Come yere, Gov."

The Indian came to the fire-side. "Yere, Gov—you sabe? Thisa-way all same me"—and Mr. Small dropped upon his own knees at the side of his roll of bedding. "AU-a-same— Injin all-a-same—little stand-up?" asked Gov. dropping bis blanket, and placing his hauds upon his "Yes! Little stand up—all same me!" *'Yash 1" assented Gov. on the opposite aide of the roll, setting gradually upon Ills knees.

It happened that the parson kneeled facing the Indian, so that the Indian had him in full view with the fire-light shinlug on the parson's face, and not being accustomed to family worship, nor having had the matter fully explained to him, he conceived the idea of doing as others did: so that when the parson turned his race to tho stars, and shut bis eyes, the Indian did so Inland began repeating in very bad EngH$i word for word the parson's prayer—which piece of volunteer assistance not comporting with Mr. Small's Impression of domestic decorum, caused that stout gentleman to place his two bands upon the Indian's shoulders and jerk him, face down, upon the bedding, with the fiercely whispered ejaculation, "Dry up!"

The Rev. Mr. Sighal prayed for the

8ons,and

arsons present, in their various conditbeir safety through the night acknowledging that he knew* God's hand was, in these vast solitude®, guiding as of old tho swoop of the raven"s wing and marking the death-bed of the aparrow. There was much in the prayer that was fervent and fitting, but nothing that could be feirly called original.

When the party arose to their feet, Mr. Signal sat down,'burying his face in his hands supported by his knees: Mr. Bmall changed an unleaked for a baked toaf with the bake-kettle: and the Indian. taking up hla "plug" hat aod red blanket, merely remarked, "Me heap sneeny!" and retired behind a sagebrush. "Parson I" said Mr. Small, after refilling hla pipe and reaur ng his seat, and aa the Rev. Mr. Sighal sat sr..-ins reflectively into the fire. res Might start IIAHO "t'nsa-ihlnkln*

an' she'd ha' hollered 'Amen!' every time yer went fer me aa* the Injin but what I was thinkin' about was your callin' on Jeens Christ as the Giver of all good, the Creator of all things. Nowyon excuse me, Parson!—right tharls jest whar' I can't quite go with yon. "It is written, 'the word

Sing,

Mr. Sighal, with reverie. ir prayer

"Well, Mr. Simall. -.1 wlfii ce my humble effort aoim slight use In opening to yon tho do* if But! great mercy." "I wasn't thlnkin' about It $eattiiat a-wsy. I was tryin* »'•.» sense•:' on." "1 wish. Mr. Smaii, that tiod had vouchsafed to me the power of making Us meaning plain/' "O.you made it plain enough acoordln to—to—well, ef mv mothered been yere, she'd ha tlkoaght thai was a No. 1 prayer I

was

flesh aad dwelt among us,

made

and

by it were

all things made which are made. "Yes, I've read it. I know hit's written, an* hit's printed. But written things haint no deader'n some things what haint been wrote yit."

Deader! deader!" repeated Mr. Sighal. Yes dead sure—certiner." "Ah! I understand it now/* "An'as fer printed things," continued Mr. Small, "they crawl"—thee, observing the look of perplexity in the parson's face—"yes! they crawl—wun't stay put. Allers changin' with new translatin' an' new lights."

Here Mr. Small had occasion to look after bis baking. Resuming his seat, he

""Parson, ever been to Yosmite ?H "I have not." ••Ever see the Grand Canyon o' the Colorado River?" "I have not." "Well, Parson, I've seen both them places. I risked my skelp, me an' two other fellers—bully fellers them was, too! —a-packin' my blankets fer three weeks in an' out an' aroun' the Canyon o' the Colorado, jest to see it. I believe I could stay there feriver an' climb an' look!" "I have read of the great works of God made manifest in the desert places." "Parson, that remark don't touch the spot! Ef ever yer see that canyon, yer'll jest think any printed book yer ever opened, or any words yer ever heerd, baint got no power in 'em." "I have no doubt it is magnificently grand." "Parson." slowly quivered Mr. Small, "do yer think Jesus Christ made Canyon o' the Colorado, an' the world bit runs through,an the sky bit opens under.au the ocean 'at takes bits waters "I do." "Well, I don't know! Seems to me thar was never notbin' born in Judear that bed hands that kin lay over Ameriky—an nothin' was ever born in Ameriky that hed bands that kin build a ten-cent side-show for that ar canyon Parson, them's things that can't be wiped out, nor wrong-printed in no book!—nor no new light can't make 'em more'n they jest are! Whatever made such things as them, an' these yere mountains, that's my God. But he haint got no bands in the image o' these yere!" extending bis horny, blackened palms, and aiding as a climax, "ye kin bet yer sweet life on that." "Oh, Mr. Small!" cried Mr. Sighal, rising to bis feet. "My dear sir, do you wish to deny, and throw away as naught, all that the good Lord Jesus, our

Divine Saviour, has taught and fall back into heathenism "I don't want to deny nothin' nor fall back nowhar. Ef Jesus Christ teaches men to do honest an' fair, one to another, that's all right, an' I'sn with him, in my stvle, sech as it is but when you, or anybody else, asks me to jump from that point into the idea tbat ht made an' rolls creation—that lets me out. Thar now, Parson I kinder understood you, because you was a parson but you wasn't likely to understand me, because I'm a bull-puncber. Now we understand each other. I've bed my say, an' I'll listen to anything you've got to say on the whole trip as well as I know how." "Well, Mr. Small," said the Reverend Mr. Sighal, taking Big Jack's extended hand, "whatever may be my regrets, I can but respect the opinions of a man who respectfully states them. And I shall only pray to God to give yos a lairer lignt." "That'sall right, Parson! An' now. as I've got your oatmeal cake baked an' everything done up hrown, what do yer say ef we roll out the blankets, go to sleep, an' forgit it all till mornin'?" -I shall be pleased to retire at any time." "Well, hit's a fine night," said Jack,

roceeding to untie the roll of bis bed"an' we needn't go under the wagon, but jest spread down^in the evonest place we kind find."

The Reverend Mr. Sighal made his first bed in the wilderness, and, as the mountain phase goes, "crawled in." "Parson/' said Mr. Small, as he sat in his bed straightening the blankets about bis feet, "got plenty blankets I kin spare you a pair." "Plenty, thank you." "Good-night, Parson." "Good-sight, and God bless yon, Mr. Small.'*

The bright moon anf stars mov«d on In their long-appointed courses through the wide and cloudless sky, the sagebush of the valley stretched far aw9ff, the mountain rose ragged to the serrated summit, the cattle browsed along the slope, the shadows of the great wagons fellaquare and dark upon the dry desert earth, and nature's old, old silence closed down upon the wilderness.

In the morning, Mr. Sighal awakened early, after a sweet end refreshing sleep, his lungs and whole inner man toned up with the dry, dewleas, fresh air, to find Mr. Small far forward in the preparation of breakfast. "Good-mornin', Parson I Didn't anybody disturb yer last night, walkin' on the upstairs floor, did tbar?" "Good-morning, Mr. Small! No I've had a fine sleep"—drawing sn his wear-

in^^enyesleep

out nights yere, whar

thar's never no dew fallin', hit's better'n any hotel." Yes, sir the air Is very refreshing and igorating," said Mr. Sighal, stamping his teet into his boots, and shsking the creases out of his pantaloons. "Thar's soap on a sort o' towel on the wheel-hub, an' ye kin take 'em an' go right over thar to them wilier-bushes an' hev a wash, an' then hash'll be ready."

While Mr. Sigbal and Mr. Small were taking breakfast, after the customary petition tor grace, the first gold rim of the sun, with the distant trees painted in its halo, rose into view on the top of the far-off-eastern mountains, snd Gov. Nye, with his rei blanket about hi? shoulders, came softly across the nearer hills, the scattered cattle moving zigzag through the sage-brush In from of him.

J*Now. Parson," said Mr. Small, when tmjy had finished breakfast, "we'll roll up, tie up, an' b'tet up our bMdin*, then bitch up the balls while Gov. eats his grub, an' roll out,'*

While Mr. Small, taking each heavy in its tarn bis shoulder, and tiding on* bow in Ms right hand, walked op wch off-side ox successiveIv, dropped the «r.-i of the yoke gently upon his n* k. the bow upward and secured it its -'-cs with the key. then removing the other bow, rested that end of th# vcke upon the ground, lad the nigh* ox to his place with the bow, an "BUS arranged each twain in their pn yoke, Mr. SghaKwith Ottt-eprsad arms ns.d extended hands, rendered atuiavie assistance in keeping the herd together. "Done esUn% Gov?'* said Mr. Small, when he had stationed his horned troop in marching order. "Yash. Heap eat um all up."

"All right," approved Mr. Small, tumbling the cooking utensils into the box. "No time to wash dishes this mornin'. Yere, Gov. snail hold o* this box. Now tumble up there an' take it." And heaving the box up after the Indian, he drew his terrible whip frdm its place between the wheel-spekes, stepped to the side of his team, and letting go the lash, swung it about in the air at arm's length In front of him, and then suddenly bringing it toward him with a peculiar jerk, causing the buckskin snapper to go off like a revolver, shouted, "Geo. Brigham—ro-o-al out!" and the desertschooners" Blowly sailed away into the valley.

Mr. Sighal marched afoot, pausing to pick up a peculiar pebble and carry it awhile, then to find a pebble more peculiar, and drop the first to take the second now to hunker down and study the spikes upon a sleeping horned toad then to pluck some flower so tiny small that it seemed but a speck among the pulpy dry gravel and loose earth now tnrning face-about to take in the rugged outline of the mountain under whote shadow he had passed the night, and then lower his vision to note the saucy swaggering strut of that black "prospector," the raven, walking down the road in the distant track of the wagons, hot failing at the time to watch the lizards flash across his path now again trndging along, like Banyan's "Christian," with eyes surveying the to him unknown land in front—the Delectable Mountains, where, according to Mr. Small, he might see some "bully float quartz To him the sameness of the land was a newness no green and gold of leaves that grow and leaves that die, no babbling streams through valleys grown with grass, no heaving fields with squares of "thine and minebut one wide waste of ashen gray, one cloudless sun, one wagon-road across the scene, and mountains all about.

Thus the time passed. Driving all day in that hot 6un, with unhitching, cooking, eating, talking, praying, cooking, eating, and rehitcbing during t£e cool eveningand morning, and sweetly sleeping through the night. Dustily across valley after valley slowly up this side and noisily down the other side of mountain after mountain, Mr. Small pausing on the summit of each to point out to the parson the prominent peaks as they appeared plainly to the eye in a range of one hundred miles—showing, here and there, far away, tbeir huge sides, where man, with all bis might and enius, is boring mere ttimlet-holes, rom which to draw the bright white wealth that makes the yellow glitter in the city's halls.

In the long slow journey, Mr. Sighal sought, by easy lessons, to draw round the consciousness oi Big Jack Small the subtile and intricate simplicity of his own faith in a personal God with feelings of humanity and feeling for humanity, yet powerful to the utmost limit of all the mighty magnitudes of power. All of which Mr. Small refused to see, and stoutly clung to his own crude materialism, overshadowed by a wide Gothic spiritually, born perhaps of the tribal tinge in )he blood wnich gave hfm his fair skin, high-bridged nose, bold gray eye, and long tawny beard. In was again the old subtilities born of a southern sun endeavoring to bring the wild Norse blood upon its knees at the foot of a Roman cross.

The conversion of the Indian, which was Mr. Smalls's special desire, did not proceed satisfactorily. It is comparatively easy, I opine to build religion upon civilization but the labor must be thorough and the eflbrt exhaustive where there is only love of food, of passion, and of existence to start on. Yet the Indiau was not without curiosity, nor, being abetter specimen of his race, was he totally without the spirit of inquiry into unsubstantial things. On several occasions during the trip he sousht to discover the object of prayer. "Ub, Jack," qv.erieo he, "what for modisum-man"— ho would call the parson a medicine-man—"what for modi-sum-man all 'er time little stand-up, shut tim eye, heap up-talk Injin. no sabe." "Thar, now, Parson," said Mr. Small "this Injin wants to know why yer kneel down, shet yer eyes, an' talk np at the sky. He says he don't understand it."

I wish tbat I possessed a knowledge of his language, and could be the means, under Goa, of openibg to him and his le the way to life everlasting." ell, Parson, yere's a big game fer yer to play. Thar's hundreds o' his kind in these mountains, an' their lingo haint bard to learn, an' they haint bard to teach about religion. Anyhow, they learn to swear an' cuss, an' nobody kin do tbat til he'# been among people of a Christian courftry!" "Mr. Small," answered the parson, who, now that he was growing stronger in body, was more aggressive in mind, "there is a sneering levity in your manner when yon speak of serious things which pains me to hear." "Excuse me, parson. That's only my style, an' style haint nothing' in this country. The p'lnt is how we're goin' to git light into this Injin—that's the p'int." "I grieve to say, Mr. Small, tbat I am as yet utterly nnsbls to converse with him in the broken jargon of English which he seems to comprehend when yon speak to him." "All right, then. Come yere, Injin. I'll try my hand on him. My mother allers wanted me to be a preacher an' help convert the heathen."

The Indisn came np smiling. "Yer sabe little-stand-up?" ••Yash, heap sabe—to much."

Yer sabe heap talk-up?" "Yash. Heap sabe modisum-man." "Now, Injin, me talk—Big Jack talk." "Waynyo" (good). "When waynyo man heap little-stand-op, heap talk-up aller time, by nm by, long time, he Map old man, heap die. Yer ssbe?" "Yash: heap sabe die. Aller same Injin yakwe." "Yes. by nm by," repeated Mr. Small, scratching his bead throngh a pause, in his donbt as to how to proceed. "Then, pretty soon, by nm by, after while, waynyo man go np—up"—pointing to the sky—"way. way np yonder, an'—an' no come back." "No come back!" echoed the Indian, apparently deeply interested in the revelation. "No no come hack." "Where he go? No ketch nm wick-i-np?" "Yes fine boose—waynyo wick-i-up." "Heap work?" "No no work." "waynyo!" approved the Indian. "Me no like nm work." "No no work. Hesp sing—all time aing." "Aller time sing?" repeated Gov. "Yes sll time sing, in one big wick-i-op. No coat ketch um no pantaloona." "No pantaroon?" "No no pantaloons. One big gownall same shirt. All time sing no come night. Yer sabs?" "Yash me hesp sabe. Hew tlocup?" (food) earnestly interrogated the Indian. "No no ticcup." "Heap aequaw?" "No no squaws." "What yer call um?"

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT,

"Heaven."

"Ka-waynyo hebben—NO good? KO pantaroon, no ticcup, no sequaw—ka-avn-yo hebben! Me no like nm."

Notwithstanding the solemnity o. subject, the reverend Mr. Sighal fonnd himself shaking with restrained laughter at Mr. Small's first missionary efiort among the Sboshonees. "Thar," said Mr. Small, with great emphasis, "as a missionary I'm a fail fer the git soi nothin' he, going usual camp-work-

Mr. Sighal took a walk around the camp, apparently giving the whole mat ter ap as being beyond his present influence.

The camp to which Big Jack Small's freight was consigned was a new one, and, of course, the last days of the trip led the team over newly-broken roads, which fact increased the labor of Mr. Small, and gave to his face and language a somewhat serious expression. During the last day's drive before coming to camp, the road was particularly uneven, and on the down-grade caused the long high wagon-boxes to reel to and fro like boats at sea. Often the wagons, despite the strong friction of the howling brakes, pressed upon the cattle and crowded them upon each other

en masse.

Then again the hindmost wagon, in making a turn, encroached so far upon the inner Bide of the circle that the brake must be let up to avoid sliding farther and overturning, as a rolling wheeljslides less than a wheel which is locked.

On one of these sideling turns, on the brink of a shallow dry water-wash, Mr. Small was compelled to stop his team to prevent the overthrow of the rear wagon. As lie proceeded to release the brake, which on this particular wagon had its lever low down and between the forward and hind wheel, the wheels, from the slight move they made after being released, settled the wagon just a little, but far enough in its nearly poised position t$ turn it suddenly, before Mr. Small could fly for safety.

Mr. Sigbal bad been anxiously and prayerfully observing, from the rear of the attitude of things. He heart! a sudden shout a crash, apd then all was silent, and Jack Small invisible. The unconscious cattle stood quietly in the yoke Mr. Sighal ran wildly from one side of the wagon to the other, endeavoring to discovor some clue to Mr. Small while the Indian walked gravely up from the head of the team, where he bad been stationed to keep it in check, and stolidly observed, pointing to the prostrate wagon, "Uo! one um wagoa heap ketch um Big Jack."

Mr. Sigbal lookep in the imperurbable face of the Indian, the Indian looked into the face of Mr. Sighal, and they both looked at the wagon. Then the Indian sat down upon the hill-side, and Mr. Sigbal stood pale and sad, turning his hands nervously through each other, vainly trying to determine what to do next. Suddenly he called the Indian, and began actively unloading the unfortunate wagon, with the intention, as he afterward explained, of lifting it back by hand whicn feat, considering its great size and weight, was nearly as far beyond the available power there present as to lift the whole load.

While thus fiercely engaged, and urging the Indian to increasef exertion fn the same direction, be beard a voice as of one crying from the depths:"Hullo, Parson!" "O, thank God, my dear Mr. Small, you still live!" "Yeefilr* I haint dead yit.".

Are you seriously injured?—and "do tell me what to do, Mr. Small." "Guess not. I'm down yere in the boiler, but it's mighty close quarterslike a fishin'-worm under a board. Ef the wagon-box don't settle down on me, I reckon I'm 'bout all right. What're yer doln', Parsan?" "Unloading the wagon, Mr. Small.',' ««H—1! That haint no use. Git the coupln'-chains from the other wagons— but chock the wheels fust!—pass 'em roun' the box from end to end, 'bout quarter-way down from the top? then bring the ends together on the ride o' the box. Sabe?" "I hope I do, Mr. Small." "Then takedive yoke o'cattle an'another chain—an extry chain, mor'n what would do to bitoh up rer common with—drive the cattle roun' to the otherside o' the wagon, an' p'int 'em straight across from the road hitch that extry chain into the chain on the wagons, then hitch the cattle's chain to to that extry chain. Sabe?" "I think do, Mr. Small." "When yer git that done, holler to me. Don't hurry. Work right ahead as though tbar wasn't notbin' wrong."

The parson dbnscientiously, yet with much misgiving, went about his lash, and when he baa all ready, and the cattle strung out at right angles with the road, he stepped up to the prostrate wagon, and, turning aa one who listens down a well, he shouted: "Mr. Small!" "Hullo-o!" "I believe 1 have done as yon told me." "Got everything hitched strong?— don't want no slips in this game, yer know!—'cause ef this wagon-box slides much you'll have a mighty flat corpse to preach a funeral on!" "O dear! dear! Mr. Small!" exclaimed the parson, vexed and horrified. "What next shall I do?" "Give Gov a strong bar'l, ef yer kin git one, or git a big stone ef yer cant git no bar'l, air place it to the edge o' the wagon-box, so 'at he kin put it nnder when the cattle lift it. Sabe?" "Yes, sir. All done, Mr. Small." "Now then, start np the cattle, an' keep 'em to it when they start. An' Gov, you look ont an' heap fix up." "Yash, me sabe,'' said the Indian, taking his position, while Mr. Sighal gathered to nimself the terrible whip, and proceeded to try his powers in a role in which be had faint hopes of success. He swung the whip round his bead, bringing the heavy lash with a rake like that of a dull rssp across his own neck, snd shouted st the csttle. Slowly they tightened the chains, snd then stood in the pulling sttitnde, but polling not one pound mote than jnst enough to stretch the chains.

Oxen which will poll true enough In the beaten track have doubts about polling across country through the brush. "Get up! Gee!" shouted the Reverend Mr. Sighal st the top of his voieefrtrying in vain to jerk an explosion ont of the great whip, as be bad seen Mr. 8mall do. ••Get np! Gee Go 'long I" And then, seeing himself unsuccessful,and becoming bested with the exertion, he added, by way of terror to the cattle,

"Om/ottnd

you! Get up!" Still the wagon-box lay fiat on the top of Mr. Small. Hearing a continued rattling of chains aod much shooting with DO apparent result, Mr. Small called: "Hullo! Parson!" "Sr." "What's the matter?" "The csttle can't draw it, Mr. Small," replied the parson sadly. "Oan't draw it, bed d! Go for'em with tbe brad, an' cuss 'em! They kin

parson, in a voice of impressive solemnity.

"Yes, cuss 'em!" shouted Mr. Small. "I wish I was out there, 'em!" "Mr. 8mall, don't swear needlessly This is an occasion of life and death," said the parson, desisting from bis efforts st urging the cattle, whereat he had grown hot and red, excited and vexed. "Well, well! never don't fret, Parson! Better men than me ha' died in abetter cause. Write a note 'ansend it down to camp by the Injin—the boysll come up an'jgit me out, alive or dead." "Do not think me weak or impractical, Mr. Small," replied Mr. Sighal, with a determined ring in his voice. "Tell me what to do and I will do it, God being judge of my intentions." "Can you cuss, Parson "It is many years since I have uttered an oath of profanity. What is it I am to do!" asked the parson, sternly. "Go round to them cattle, commence on the leaders an' brad 'em all with that steel in the end o' the whip-stock—the way you've seen me doit then raise the whip above yer head, start 'em on the gee pml, an' jest lay your head back an' cuss as loud an' strong as you kin holler."

The Reverend Mr. Sighal went round to "them cattle." There was audible to Mr. Small's ears a hustling of ox-feet upon the earth, a creaking of ox-bows, mixed with an occasional short bawl then the sound of the parson's voioe elevated with great vehemence—and tbe wagon slowly arose enough to permit Mr. Small to crawl out into the free air. tbe

quickly tbe whip from him with one hand, extended his other, which Mr. Sighal grasped in both of bis, and, turning his eyes, now full of tears, toward heaven, eloquently thanked God for His great mercy in the preservation of a life which he hoped might yet be dedicated to good and holy works. "Thank ye, Parson," said Bfg Jack, as he dropped his hand and turned to tbe cattld "you're a good one—thar aint no go back to you!" And then, easing the cattle back from the pull, he said: "Parson, when I marry that solid, square-built gal, you shall do the ceremony, ef it costs me a thousand dollars to fetch yer where I am!" "Ah! Mr. Small, this lesson should teach us that we know not what a day lybring forth." •Well, we'll take the chances, anyway Parson!"

What language the Rev. Mr. Sighal used to the cattle is not reported by Mr. Small the Indian, being accustomed to much that he does not fully understand made no note of it and the wide gray silence of tbe desert is no babbler.

Once free, though somewhat bruised in tbe lower limbs, Big Jack Small made short work of drawing his wagon back upon its wheels and into the road, and slowly rolled on toward his destination.

In town, aad his cattle corralled, he said: "Now, Parson, ef yer don't wdnt to go to one o' these yere lodgin'-houses, you jest pile in with me under the wagon, an'wait till I unload, an' then we'll roll out agin somewhere's else fer another trip." "Thank you, Mr. Small. I will, God willing, remain in this town and go about tne work of my Master. How much am I in your debt, Mr. Small "In my debt! See yere, Parson, that's too thin. Yer don't owe me nary cent. An' ef ever you git strnck an' can't pull out, you jest drop a line to John Small,

Nevada an' ef I don't double up the hill with you, then jest write across apiece o' paper. 'Big Jack Small's deadbroke an' can'qborrer a cent.'" "Thank .you, Mr. Small," said the reverend, shaking Big Jack's hand. "I will pray for your well-being daily, and if at any time I can assist you, ao not fall to summon* me. Good-night." "Good-by, Parson! An' don't fergit about me an' my sal!—that's going to be a whack—shore!"

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