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folterlng ran,
And up the way of
tears
He came Into the
years,
Our pastoral captain. Forth ho came,
As one that answers to his name;
Nor dreamed how high his charge,
His work how fair and large
To set the stones back In the wall
Lest tho divided house should fall,
And peaco from men depart,
Hope and the childlike heart.
We looked on him; " Tls he," we said,
"Come crownlesB and unheralded, '
The shepherd who will keep
Tho flocks, will fold the sheep."
Unknlghtly, yes; yet 'twas the mien
Presaging the Immortal scene,
Some battle of His wars
Who sealeth up the stars.
Nor would ho take tho past between
Ills hands, wipe valor's tablets clean.
Commanding greatness wait t
Till he stand at the gate;
Not he would cramp to one small head
The awful laurels of the dead,
Time's mighty vintage cup,
And drink all honor up.
No flutter of the banners bold
Borne by tho lusty sons of old,
The haughty conquerors
Set forward to their wars;
Not hl9 their blare, their pageantries,
Their goal, their glory, was not his;
Humbly he came to keep
Tho flocks, to fold the sheep.
The need comes not without the man;
Tho prescient hours unceasing ran,
And up the way of tears
Ho came Into tho years,
Our pastoral captain, skilled to crook
The spear Into the pruning hook,
The simple, kindly man,
Lincoln, American.
John Vance Cheney, In N. Y. Inde
pendent. ONE
LLNCQLWS
BlRTHpy.
vA topy founded or? foch
HE 12th of Ifebru-
ary, 1865, dawned
bright and clear
in. Washington.
Into a little house on one of the side
Btreets near Pennsylvania avenuo the
rays of the sun brightly shone, glad
dening the hearts of those who lived
there, an invalid father and his two
little children, Madge and Bennie.
"Madge, you'll have to take the
basket out to-day; Bennie is too
sick," the father said.
"All right, papa, I guess I'll get
along alone."
Little Madge went to work getting
the basket of sandwiches, apples and
flowers ready. Such sandwiches as
they were, too. Every messenger
boy, page and congressman knew
Madge and Bennie and tho sand
wiches they sold on Pennsylvania
avenue every day at lunch time.
Since their father's return irom the
LINCOLN BENT
war, a cripple, Madge and' Bennie had
supported him, and the little basket
with which they started in business
had been changed many times, until
a very large ono was used now.
She felt rather timid about going
out alone; but what was there to do?
Somebody had to go, for they needed
the money; so she buttoned up her
cont, pulled on her gloves and brave
ly started out.
By keeping away from the crowd
ed streets little Madge soon reached
the place where she and Bennie al
ways stood.
She had never seen so many people
out. before. Everybody was hurrying
along and all were talking about the
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ABRAHAM
CopjrlKht. VSA, bj Herbert Wells Fay.
The above picture of Abraham Lincoln Is from a photograph by McNully, taken nt
Springfield, 111., Just previous to the former's departuro for Washington In January,
1861, and Is accounted about the truest portrait of Lincoln ever made. The picture Is
the model of the painting In the Illinois state house. The original negatlvo Is in pos
session of II. W. Fay, of DeKalb, III., by whom It Is copyrighted und by whose permis
sion the present reproduction Is made.
latest news of tho war. It seemed as
though all Washington was expect
ing to hear that peace had boon de
clared and the war over.
"Good morning, Madge," a deep
voice called, and she looked up to see
Congressman Chambers close beside
her, waiting for his usual bunch of
violets.
"Where's the brother?" he asked.
"Sick, sir, but I guess he'll be out
again soon."
"Buy him something good with
this," the kindly congressman said,
and pressed some change into her hand.
"Thank you, sir; I'll tell Bennie,
and when he's well he'll thank you
himself."
"I wish tho president would come
by to-day; I haven't seen him in two
months and pup always asks about
him when I go home; but maybe he's
too busy to walk tho way he used
to, and " Her thoughts were inter
rupted by a senate page with a ter
rible appetite, who wanted two chick
en sandwiches in a hurry.
Soon the clerks from, the different
departments began to pass by on
their way home to dinner. Some of
them stopped to buy a sandwich from
Madge and then passed on, talking
and laughing.
"Well, little Madge, where's that
brother of yours to-dny? It seems
strango to see you hero without
him," a tall newspaper correspondent
said as he picked out a large apple.
"Bonnie's not well, and so I
thought I'd come alone. I knew I'd
OVER THE BED.
get along all right, und so I have,"
bho proudly said.
For the next half hour she wns kept
busy, as all the clerks nnd messengers
needed waiting on. Then there came
a little ret and Madge looked up and
down the long avenue.
As she looked up a second time she
caught sight of a tall form coming
her way. Madge knew it well, for no
other man in Washington walked like
Lincoln.
She kept her eyes fastened on him as
he drew nearer, so as to have lots to
tell her ( father when shet returned
home.
Her little heart wns heating with
excitement. "Oh I If he would only
LINCOLN
stop, just for a minute, so I could
speak to him. He looks so sad. I won
der why."
Just then a boy stopped to buy an
apple. He gave her a ten-cent piece
and Madge did not have pennies
enough to make change.
"Wait a minute, please, and I'll get
it," she said, and started to run across
the street to the news stand for
change.
She had only covered half the dis
tance when a team of carriage horses
swung around the corner.
Too late the coachman saw her.
There was a little scream, two horseB
jerked back on their haunches and
Madge lay on the pavement, uncon
scious, with one little arm broken.
Men rushed to pick her up; but one
tall form was ahead of them all. Lin
coln, with all the tenderness in his
great heart aroused, stooped nnd
picked the little form up in his arms.
"Where does she live?" he asked, and
a man standing at his side, with
Madge's basket in his hand, volun
teered to show the way to her home.
Lincoln could have called an ambu
lnnce or stnt her home in a carriage,
but that was not this great man's way.
Where help was needed he gave it him
self, and so it was that those who were
on Pennsylvania avenue that Lincoln's
birthday saw the president pass along
with n little injured girl in his arms.
A abort walk and they reached the
house, where Madge's father, steady
ing himself on crutches, met them at
the door.
"Your little girl has been injured;
show me a bed and I'll place her on
it," Lincoln Raid.
A doctor was called nnd soon Madge
opened her ej-es and said:
"Papa, the president."
"Yes, dear, the president is here and
only waits to know you're all right,
before leaving."
Lincoln bent over the bed nnd plac
ing one arm around little Madge said:
"Won't you give the president a kias
before he goes?" '
Madge raised her head and Lincoln,
lover of nil children, kissed her and
Enid: "Good-by, little one, I shall look
for you when I pass down Pennsyl
vania avenue ngaln."
Many times after Madge was well
the president passed and gave her a
pleasant greeting. Then came the
night of the 14th of April, when the
news spread like wildfire that Lincoln
hnd been shot, nnd when the utory of
his death was told the next morning
one pnir of eyes were filled with tears
and one little heart was full of Bad
ness at the passing awny of the great,
kindly man, whose heart was filled
with love and tenderness for all man
kind. Brooklyn Eagle.
IIIn NelKhlior'n Ahncih.
A New York firm applied to Abra
ham Lincoln some years before he
became president for information as
to the financial standing of one of
his neighbors. Mr. Lincoln replied as
follows:
"Yours of the 10th iiiHt. received.
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aim kuow ui uiiuuiiiouiiiuuh. nrsi
of all, he hns a wife and baby; to
gether, they ought to be worth $50,
000. Secondly, he has an office, In
which there are a table worth $l.G0,and
three chairs, worth, suy, one dollar.
Last of all there is in one corner a
largo rat hole, which will bear looking
into. Kespectfully yours, A. Lincoln."
Short Stories.
INDIAN SWEAT BATH.
Part of the Religious Ceremonials
of the Havasupais.
finite Effective nnd Even More He
roic Th an the Hnaao-Tarklah
Unth of the White Mau'a
Civilisation.
Special Arizona Letter.
IT IS not often that a white man
is invited to participate in the
religious ceremonies of tho In
dian. Indeed, so seldom docs it oc
cur that thoso who think they know
all about Indians disbelieve asser
tions of thoso who have been more
highly favored and privileged than
themselves. Few people, at first
sight, would suppose that a sweat
bath was a religious ceremonial. And
yet it is. Among many of the tribes
of tho southwest a, Ilusso-Turkish
bath is taken every week us a reli
gious function, and he is remiss in
tho performance of his religious
duties who falls to unito with his
fellows in this ceremony.
Just tldnk of it! Nnsty, dirty, un
clean, savage Indians taking a Bwent
bath as part of their religion 1 And
then to think of their taking it every
week. Doesn't it make an ordinary,
civilized Christian feel a little mean
to think that he regards tho Indian
in the light of the words I have just
used "nasty, dirty, unclean savage"
in the face of this weekly bath.
My friends, the Havasupnl Indians,
of Cataract canyon, in northern Ari
zona, are great believers in the reli
gion of the sweat bath. Consequent
ly they are a very cleanly people.
They have one ndvnntoge over many
Indian tribes of tho southwest hi
that their homes are built not fur
from the running stream, the Havasu,
the Blue Water, from which they
gain their name. They can take a
sweat bath in the sweat house nnd
then step out and enjoy a pluugo in
tho delicious waters of the flowing
stream.
Twice have T been privileged to
take part in this ceremony. On the
flrst ocension I wns invited to tho
home of the shaman, or medicine
limn, and there, with the Indians who
were to participate in the ceremony,
I wns invited to a repast of green
corn mush, the most delicious dish
made from green corn with which I
am acquainted. The corn in the milk
is ground and then thrown into hot
water until it becomes thick. When
well cooked it is seasoned, poured
into basket bowls nnd served. 1 had
FRAME FOR IIAVASUPAI SWEAT HOUSE.
two old Indians, one on each side of
me, when the basket of mush was
handed to me by my hostess. To re
fuse to eat would have been an of
fense ngainst the laws of hospitality,
nnd to refuse to ollow the Indians by
my side to partake of that which was
offered to me would have been dis
courteous. Yet wo did not have
spoons, and 1 knew that as soon as
my friends were ready they would
dip their not-too-clenn fingers into
the savory mess. I bade them wait
awhile, and then, calling to my host
ess, I asked her for a spoon, which 1
knew she hnd somewhere in her
stores. When she brought it she
wnshed it seven different times, so
thnt I might be quite assured of its
cleanliness. When I took the spoon
I described a half circle in the mush
in the front of the basket. Then,
calling the attention of my friend
on the right, 1 pointed out to him
that all the mush on the right of tho
half circle was his, and to my friend
on the left that all on the leit be
longed to him. Bcspeetfully waiting
until I began to eat it was not until
after I had eaten several mouth fills
that they dipped their fingers into
the duinty dish and scooped up into
their mouths the food they so much
enjoy.
After our repast we hurried down
to tho side of the Havasu, where a
wicker frame as shown in figure one
wns constructed. One of tho men
speedily lined the inside on the
ground with" newly-cut willows. Oth
ers built a bonfire into which a num
ber of large rocks were placed. Still
others brought blankets and covered
the frame work so as to make it
steam proof.
When everything was ready, I, as
tho guest of honor, was invited to
disrobo nnd enter first. As I did so
the Bhamnn and ono other Indian fol
lowed me. Ono of tho attendants
then put in a couplo of red-hot rockw,
tho flap was let down and immedi
ately wo were in tho darkness of tho
sweat Iioubc, or toholwa, as tho Ilnva
supal terms it. Immediately tho
shaman began to sing, nnd as well an
I could I joined in tho song. It was
a prayer of thanksgiving to Tochopn,
their good god, for having given
them tho sweat bath and many other
good things. By tho timo tho song
was ended tho place was pretty hot
nnd I thought wo hnd about had
enough, but when tho flap was
opened moro hot rocks were put in,
tho flap let down, nnd another song
commenced. Before long tho sweat
waB rolling down my body in a num
ber of little strcnniB nnd I was quite
hot when tho song ended. Instead,
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IIAVASUPAI SHAMAN.
however, of being allowed to go out
when the flap was opened, tho attend
ant fiend put In more hot rocks and n
basket bowl full of water. I was
just reaching for tho water, when
the flap was let down and the shn
man's attendant poured tho liquid
over the red-hot rocks, in a moment
tho sweat house was full of llvo
steam and I gasped and struggled for
breath, for 1 seemed to be inhaling
liquid fire. Just as I thought I
couldn't stand it another moment tho
shiuuan began to sing another Bong,
nnd, not to be outdone by tho In
dians, I determined to stand it out
nnd joined in the Bong with as much
fervor as I could muster. At tho
close of the song the flap was again
lifted, more hot rocks and water
were put in and we had another tasto
of the live steam. This time I could
stand it no longer and struggling to
ward the (lap, I managed to gasp out
that I must go to the water. Tho
shaman replied that we wero all go
ing, for our bath was 'at an end.
With delight I sprang forwnrd with
out further words and dived headlong
into tho swimming pool close by.
Never In my life did I experience a
more delicious sensation over tho
whole of my body than when I felt
that water surrounding me. It was
just cool enough to be pleasant and
yet not cold enough to give ono a se
vere shock. For half an hour I
stayed in and enjoyed it to the full,
nnd then came out und joined my
Havnsupai friends as they reclined on
willow boughs in the vivifying rays
of the Mm.
It is impossible to overestimate the
value of this sweat-bath to the Indians.
It gives them that opening of the pores
thut is essential to a healthful life, for
it must not be forgotten that they aro
very gross feeders and exceedingly
careless in matters pertaining to their
diet. The making of it n religious cer
emony is a wise piece of priestcraft,
for it works upon the superstitious
feiirs of the people, and this prevents
their neglect of this healthful perform
ance. The sweat-bath Is largely prevalent
throughout the whole of the south
west, the Wallapais, of Arizona, the
Navahoes, of New Mexico, and th
l'aiutis, of Nevada, all deeming it of
equal Importance.
O. WHARTON JAMES.
Church Did she talk you ton stand
still? Gotham No; I ran nway as soon
as she begun talking. Yo.ikers State-man.
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