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The Sioux County Journal, VOLUME IX. HARRISON, NEBRASKA THUKSDAV, DECEMBER 17, 189(5. NUMBER 15. ft lOP THAT was the way she was re ferred to Id a general way "Joe. Maker's gal" and there were plenty of soldiers, teamsters and oth er who did not know that her name wan Mary. .Joe Maker was a hunter, Indian fighter, scout, prospector and miner, and be had a cabin and a home up In the Three Butte of Idaho, to the west of Fort Hall. Father anil daughter were all alone he a man of V) and she a girl under 20. We at the fort knew him well, and we naw the girl quite .of ten, but no one knew Joe Baker well enough to question him about the pasL For reasons of IiIh own he. bail taken up hi abode beyond civ ilization, and though the life was wild and lonely and full of danger, the daughter deemed to prefer ft. A girl of about 18 when I knew her slight, blue eyett. short, curly hnlr, a strong face, dressed for climbing, rid ing and walking, and one who coui mandiil both admiration and reaped the moment you laid eyes on her ahe had a handshake for officer and pri vate alike, and to u and all others who came that way she wax a border queen. We said to each other that It waji a strange thing for Joe Baker to make hi home among the danger of the mountains, miles and miles from the nearest settler, and to expose hid daughter to the hardships, privation and peril of a frontier life, but no one qtloitioiied him or her. nor did either volunteer any explanations. The cabin was In a bit of valley way up the Fast Butte, and was built most ly of atone and contained three room. There were day at a time, when Ba ker was prospecting or acoutlng, In which the girl must have been left en tirely alone, but he rode, hunted and fished, and now and then was the guest of the colonel' wife at the fort for two or three day at a time. The wom an may hare found out more about the girl than I have told you, but If so the Information did not cross the pa rade ground to the barrack. For weeks the Indiana of Idaho had been milky and milieu and threatening. The force at Fort Hall had been In creased by tlfly men, all wagon train were doubly guarded, and every sol dier or citizen who understood Indian character felt that an outbreak was at band. One day, when Joe Baker was at the fort consulting with the colonel the latter advised hlm to abandon hi home and take refuge among us. The old man realized the situation, but said he would wait and nee. He hated contact with the world-even that Infinitesim al portion represented by a hundred people at a frontier post and the daughter knew no fear. We saw hlm two or three time a week, a he was then scouting among the Indians and bringing In reports, but we had not Keen the girl for a month, when a ser geant' guard was dispatched to Fast Butte to cut and haul telegraph poles for the line which was to conni-ct the fort with the otitsde world. There was danger that we might be cut off if an outbreak occurred, but there was also need of haste In completing the line. That was our Hist glimpse of the cabin, as we went to our work on the mountain-side, and Mary stood at the door to shake hands all around and in quire after those who were absent. She anticipated an outbreak on the part of the Indians, but expressed no fear. Only the day before she had re ceived a visit from three sullen war riors, who demanded food and seemed on the point of committing violence, but she ordered them away at the muzzle of her rifle, and had no thought of leaving the place until her father re turned and advised the step. Two mile east of the cabin we made our camp uud began work, but the In dians were ready sooner than we had planned for. On the second night of our stay we were fired Into at midnight and routed out of camp with the loss of two men killed. We were falling back In the direction of Baker's cabin when we were joined by Mary. In a rocky pass, crouched down behind bowlder and being fired tipon every moment by thirty Indians In our front, the girl told her story and assumed the command In place of the poor sergeant lying dead. Indians to the number of a dozen had made it sudden rush upon the cabin Just at sundown, but fortunately she caught sight of them In time to close the door. Theu began a fight wlileU lasted for an hour, during which she had killed twoand wounded another of their number. The redskin had at length drawn off, and the brave girl's ttrst thought was of the aoidleni on the mountain side. 8he hoped we bad heard the firing and would come down j RAk-PD'CJlAI A to investigate, but as midnight came without u she left her shelter and headed for our camp, knowing at any step she might run Into a prowling In dian, but yet determined to warn and save us. We were soldiers and by uo means novices In Indian warfare, and yet none of us grumbled when she assum ed the leadership and passed the word to slowly fall back on the cabin. The Indian pressed us every foot of the way, and but for the darkness of the night and the girl's familiarity with the lay of the ground, not one of us would have escaped. We were uo sooner sheltered by the cabin than It was clear that we must stand a siege before the door could be opened again. Baker's cabin, as I have told you, was a pretty substantial affair. Its walls being o rock and Its roof of dirt. Here and there were loopholes anil the door was heavy enough to stop a bullet. In leaving the fort we had been provided with liSJ pounds of am munition per man. In our retreat from camp the four of us had brought off our carbines and cartridges. The girl was armed with a rifle, for which she had a bountiful supply of ammu nition, and when we came to take stock we knew that we could hold out for a week, so far as having the means of defense. It was the question of food and water which made everyone look serious. There wasn't food enough to give the five of us a square meal and not a drop of water Insjde the walls. The spring from which It was obtained, as wanted, was 200 feet away, and It would be running the gantlet of death to attempt to reach It. "Well," said "Joe Baker's gal," when we had canvassed our situation and Its chances, "we must put up with things as they are and do our best. The In dians have encircled the cabin and will be on the watch the rent of the night, but they will make no move un til daylight comes. Let us sleep if we can." She went to her room and the four of us lay down on the floor and napped until daylight came. The Indian counted on us as a sure prize and only needed to be vigilant, while night last ed to see that we did not escape. There was but little firing during the last of the night, and none at all during the first hour of daylight. From the loop holes we saw the Indians moving about, however, and It was clear that they were all around us and in strong force. lu the larder there were about five pounds of flour and two or three pounds of bacon nothing else. The outbreak might or might not be known at the fort. Even if It was, the colonel would hesitate before weakening his slender garrison to send a column to our re lief. He would rather expect us to tight our way through or dodge about and come In singly as fugitives. There was no telling how long we should be cooped up to live on those scant ra tions, and by common consent we went without breakfast. The Indians cooked their morning meal lu a leisurely manner, and It was some time after sunrise before they made their first move. It was a band with "Chief Charlie" in command, and he knew Baker and the girl even better than we did. Baker had hunted with him and on one occasion hail saved his life, and he called at the cabin on various iMrasions and had been hos pitably received. lie was, therefore, probably In earnest when he advanced alone and unarmed to within a few feet of the cabin and said to Mary: "We are on the warpath against the whites and we mean to kill, kill, kill until all are dead or driven away. Your father saved my life, and an In dian never forgets. I do not want harm to come to you, and you shall take your horse and ride away to the fort In safety." "But what ubout the soldiers?" she asked from one of the loopholes. "They cannot go," he replied. "The soldiers are here to make war on ns- to shoot us down to make us obey or ders we do not like. We have only hatred for them. I know how many there are in there four. They have their guns and will fight, but we shall kill every one. Come out, and we will send you safely away." "I shall remain here and help the soldiers to fight you!" answered the Kill. "Then you will be killed with them." The chief turned away and went back to tits warriors and ten minutes later there was a clrclo of fire all about the cabin. The loopholes were the ob jects alined at, and as every redskin was sheltered from our return fire we plugged the loopholes up and did not fire a shot In answer. It was noon be fore their fusillade ceased, and It waa almost the lust bullet which pene trated a loophole and struck one of the soldiers in the groin. In half an hour he was dead. From the minute be was hit until the death rattle came the girl sat beside him, holding his band, but helpless "to do anything. We had scarcely removed the body when the Indians made a rush. There were now loo of them. Some of them carried a log to batter In the door, some climbed upon the roof, some fought with us for possession of the loopholes. We fired up through the brush and dirt and through the loop boles,, and at the end of ten minutes had beaten them off, but we bad lost another man. A bullet had struck him lu the heart and be bad fallen without a groan. In return we could count five dead Indians outside and see three or four wounded crawling away. As we bent over the man and knew that he was dead the girl motioned for us to lay hlm beside the other, and when we had returned to the front room it was to beg of her to accept 'Chief Charlie's" offer. If he still held It good, and secure her own safety. With only three of us left to guard the cabin another such general attack must overcome us. She replied that she would not go, and we at once set about reloading the carbines and mak ing ready to defend the cabin to the last. It was hours before we heard from the Indians again, and we were almost certain that they had drawn off, when, an hour after sunset, and with out the slightest warning, they rushed for us as before. We blazed away as fast as we could through the loopholes, but I am sure the cabin would have been carried but for a lucky shot which killed the chief. His fall created a panic, and Just when the situation was most critical the at tack was ceased. I did not knew when they drew off. The demons were on the roof and battering at the door and firing In upon us from some of the loopholes, when things suddenly turned dark about me, and when I recovered conscious ness I felt a horrible pain In my side. A bullet had broken a rib and passed out behind the shoulder. Stretched dead on the floor was my comrade and sitting upon the floor weeping was "Joe Baker's gal." She had fought the Inst of the fight alone, and with three dead and a wounded man in the cabin It was no wonder her nerves had given way. There was no more firing that night Consumed by thirst and racked with pain, I remembered nothing except that Mary spoke hopeful and sympa thetic words now and then, and that she had the guns distributed around so as to cover as many loopholes as pos sible in case of an attack. When morning came the Indians ask ed for a parley, and offered to send her to the fort. I did not know It, be ing out of my bead with fever. She scorned the offer and for three hours the cabin was under fire. A rush would have followed the fusillade, but as they were gathering for It a half troop of cavalry from the fort, headed by Joe Baker, came galloping to the rescue, and the Indiana were routed. It was ten days before I knew all alsiut it. A grent Indian war was upon the land, the girl had been sent hun dreds of miles away for safety, and when peace came again she did not re turn. It Is like a dream to me three dead men one grievously wounded a white-faced girl moving about and making ready to fire a last shot the crack of rifles and the fierce war whoops-but I know that It was nil real, and a humble private soldier whispers: "i Sod bless 'Joe Baker's gal' wher ever she may be!" I'lttsburg Tost. Could Afford New Ones. "I want to look nt some of your best pa luting," said Mrs. Crewe Doyle to the art denier, according to the New York World. "Ys, minium," replied lie. "You pre fer landscaped, do you, or marines, or shall 1 show you both?" "I'd rather have a picture of country life, I think, with cows and trees and things like trwit, you know." "Yew, madam. This way please. Now here Is a very fine work by Rem brandt." The customer surveyed the work crit-li-ully and then said: "This picture looks like a second hand painting. Isn't it?" "Well," said the dealer In a some what surprised tone, "I supixme It might be termed second-hand, but I don't think I ever hard a Kembrandt Hilled thnt before." "Who Is Ilembrnndt? Where enn I find his studio?" she asked. "He's one of the old masters, mad am." "H'm! Well, I don't want you to try to sell second-hand pictures to me, for I can afford to buy new ones. You may Just tell Mr. Rembrandt to pulnt a pic ture especially for me and have It made twice the size of this, ph-nae," This order no astonished the denier that he allowed Mrs. Crewe to stalk out without putting down her name and address and now he dosn't know where to send the painting when Mr. Rembrandt gets It done. It tnuat be nice to be built like the. grand daddy long legs, and have auch long arms that one cau reach anywhere to cratch, ONE HUNDRED YEARS REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES UPON "THE DYING CENTURY,' The Marvels of the Nineteenth Cen tnrx The Money Power Labor and Capital-Tbe Great Deliverer of N tiona Vision of Ht. John. Our Washington Pal pit. Considering the time and place of its delivery, this sermon of Dr. Talmage is of absorbing and startling interest. It is not only national but international in its significance. His subject was "The Dy ing Century." and the text II. King IX., 1, "Thus saith the Lord, Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die ami not live." - No alarm bell do I ring in the utterance of this text, for in the healthy glow of your countenances I hud cause only for cheerful prophecy, but 1 shall apply the text as spoken in the ear of llezekinh, down with a bad carbuncle, to the nine teentu century, now closing. It will take only four more long breaths, each year s breath, and the century will expire. My theme is "The Dying Century." I dis cuss it at an hour when our national legislature is about to assemble, some of the member now here present anil others soon to arrive from the North, South, Fast and West. All the public convey aiu-es coming this way will bring import ant additions of public men, so that when on Dec. 7, at high noon, the gavels of Senate and House of Representatives glial! lift and fall the destinies of this nation, and through it the destinies of all nations struggling to he free, will be put on solemn and tremendous trial. Amid such intensifying circumstances I stand by the venerable century and address it in the words of my text, "Thus saith the Ixjrd, Set tlmic house in order, for thou shalt die anil not live." A Ills Subject. Kteruity is too big a subject for us to understand. Some one has said it is a great clock that says "Tick" in one ceo tury and "Tack" In another. But we can better understand old time, who has many children and they are the centuries and many grandchildren and they are the years. With the dying nineteenth cen tury we shall this morning have a plain talk, telling him some of the good things he has done, and then telling him some of the things he ought to adjust before he quits this sphere and pnsses out to join the eternities. We generally wait until people are dead before we say much in praise of them. Funeral eulogium is gen erally very pathetic and eloquent with things that ought to have been said years before. We put on cold tombstones what we ought to liave put in the warm ears of the living. We curse Charles Sunnier while he is living and cudgel him into spinal meningitis and wait until, in the rooms where I have been living the last year, lie puts his hand on his heart and cries "Oh!" and is gone, and then we make long procession in his honor, Dr. Sunderland, chaplain of the American Senate, accompanying; stopping long enough to allow the dead Senator to lie in State in Independence Hall, Philadel phia, and hiilting nt Boston State House, where not long before damnatory reso lutions had been passed in regard to him, and then move on, amid the tolling bells and the boom of minute guns, until we bury him nt Mount Auburn and cover him with flowers five feet deep. What a pity he could not have been awake at his own funeral to hear the gratitude of the nation! What a pity that oue green leaf could not have been taken from each one of the mortuary garlands and pu(, non his table while he was yet alive-at the Arlington! What a pity that out of the great choir u ho chanted at his obsequies one little girl dressed in white might not have sung to his living ear a cm- pliincntnry solo! The post mortem ex pression contradicted the ante mortem. The nation could not have spoken the truth both times about Charles Sumner. Was it before or after his decease it lied? No such injustice shall be inflicted usm this venerable nineteenth century. Ib fore he goes we recite in his hearing some of the good things lie bus accomplished. What an addition to the world's intelli gence he lias made! I.ook at the old school house, with the snow sifting through the roof and the filthy tin cup hanging over the water pail in the corner, and the little victims on the long benches without hacks, nod the illiterate school master with his hickory gad, and then look at our modern palaces of free schools under men and women cultured ami re fined to the highest excellence, so that whereas in our childhood we had to be whipped to go to school, children now cry when they cannot go. Thank you, vener able century, while nt the same time we thank God! What an addition to the world's Inventions within our century the cotton gin, the agricultural machines for planting, reaping and thrashing; the telegraph; the phonograph, capable of preserving a human voice from general ion to generation; the typewriter, that res cues the world from worse and worse penmanship, and stenography, capturing from the lips of the swiftest speaker more thnn 200 words a minute! Never was I so amnzed at the facilities of our time as when a few days ago I telegraphed from Washington to New York a long and clalsirate manuscript, mid a few minutes Inter, to show its aeuracy, It was rend to me through the long distance telephone, and It was t'fari down to the Inst semi colon and coiiimo. A Marvelous Ave. What hnth Clod wrought! Oh, 1 am si glad I was not born sooner. For the tal low candle the electric light. For the writhing of the surgeon's table Ood glven unucsthetlcs, and the whole physi cal organism explored by sharpest instru ment, anil giving not so much pain as the taking of a splinter from under a child's finger nnll. For the lumbering itagn coach the limited express train. And there it the spectroscope of Fraunhofer, by which Dur modern scientist feels the pulse of other worlds throbbing with light. Jenner's arrest by inoculation of oue of the world's worst plagues. Dr. Keelry's emancipation for inebriety. In timation that the virus of maddened ca nine and cancer and consumption are yet to be balked by magnificent medical treatment. The eyesight of the doctor sharpened till he can look through thick flesh and find the hiding place of the bul let. What advancement in geology, or the catechism of the mountains; chemis try, or the catechism of the elements astronomy, or the catechism of the stars: electrology, or the catechism of the light nings. What advancement in music. At the beginning of this century, confining itself, so far as the great masses of the people were concerned, to a few airs drawn out on accordion or massacred on church bass viol, now euchantingly drop ping from thousands of fingers in Han del's "Concerto in B Flat," or (iuilmant's "Sonata in D Minor." Thanks to you, O century, before you die, for the asy lums of mercy that you have founded the blind seeing with their fingers, the deaf hearing by the motion of your lips, the born imbecile by skillful object leson lift ed to tolerable intelligence. Thanks to this century for the improved condition of most nations. The reason that Napo leon made such a successful sweep across Kurope at the beginning of the century was that most of the thrones of Europe were occupied either by imbeciles or proflgales. But most of the thrones of Europe are to-day occupied by king and queens competent. France a republic, Switzerland a republic, and about fifty free constitutions, I am told, in Kurope. Twenty million serfs of Russia manu mitted. On this Western continent I cau call the roll of many republics Mexico, Guatemala, San Salvador, Costa Rica, Paraguay, Uruguay, Honduras, New Granada, Venezuela, Peru, Ecuador, Bo livia, Chile, Argentine Republic, Brazil. The once straggling village of Washing ton to which the United States Govern ment moved, its entire bnggnge and equip ment packed up in seven boxes, which got lost in the woods near this place, now the architectural glory of the continent and admiration of the world. A Glorious Century. The money power, so much denounced and often justly criticised, has covered this continent with universities and free libraries and asylums of mercy. The newspaper press, which at the beginning of the century was an ink roller, by hand moved over one sheet of paper at a time, has become the miraculous manufacturer of four or five or six hundred thousand sheets for one daily newspaper's issue. Within your memory, O dying century, has been the genesis of nearly all the great institutions evangelistic. At Lon don tavern, March 7, 1802, British and Foreign Bible society was born. In 1810 American Bible Society was born. In 1824 American Sunday School Union was born. In 1810 American Board of Com missioners for Foreign Missions, which has put hs saving hand on every nation of the round earth, was born at a hay stack in Massachusetts. The National Temperance Society, the Woman's Tem perance Society and all the other temper ance movements were born in this cen tury, Africa, hidden to other centuries, by exploration in this century has been put at the feet of civilization to be occu pied by commerce and Christianity. The Chinese wall, once an impassable barrier, now is a useless pile of stone nnd brick. Our American nation at the opening of this century only a slice of land along the Atlantic coast, now the whole continent in possession of our school and churches nnd missionary stations. Sermons and religious intelligence which in other times, if noticed at all by the newspapers press, were allowed only a paragraph of three or four lines, now find thi columns of the secular press in all the cities thrown wide open, and every week for twenty-six years, without the omission of a single week, 1 have been permit ted to preach one entire gospel sermon through the newspaper press. I thank God for this grent npiHirtunity. Glorious old century! You shall not be entombed until we have, face to face, extolled you. You were rockul in a rough cradle, and the inherit ance you received was for the most part Itoverty nnd struggle and hardship, and poorly coveted gnncs of heroes and hero ines of whom the world hnd not been worthy, and atheism and military despot ism, and the wreck of the French revo lution. You Inherited !!;e inlluciices that resulted in Aaron I'cir's treason, and another war with England, and battle of Lake Erie, and Indian snvaT'-ry, and Lundy's Lane, nnd Dnrtmo a- massacre, and dissension, bitter and wild beyond measurement, nnd African slavery, which wns yet to cost a national hemorrhage of four awful years nnd a million precious lives. Yes. dear old century, you hnd an nwful start, and you have done more than well, onsiilering your parentage and your arly environment. It is a wonder you did not turn out to be the vagabond cen tury of all time. You had n bad mother nnd n bad grandmother. Some of the preceding centuries were not fit to live in their morals were so bnd, their fash ions were so outrageous, their ignorance wns so dense, their inhumanity so ter rific. Oh, dying nineteenth century, be fore you go we take this opportunity of telling you that you are the best and the mightiest of all the centuries of the Christian era except the first, which gave us the Christ, and you rivnl thnt century in the fact that you more thnn all tho other centuries put together are giving the Christ to nil the world. Lnhor and Capita'. But my text suggests thnt there are some things thnt this century ought to d before he leaves us. "Thus sailh the Lord, Set thine house In order, for thou shalt die and not live." We ought not to let this century go before two or three things are set In order. For one thing this quarrel between labor and capital. Tho nineteenth century inherited It from the eighteenth century, but do not let this nineteenth century bequeath It to the twentieth. "What we want," say labor, "tn set ns r'z'it is more strikes am' more vigorous work with torch and dynamite." "What we want," says capital, "Is a tighter grip on the working classes and compulsion to take what wages we choose to pay, without reference to their needs." lioth uroag a.-i biii. Both defiant. Until the day of judgment no settlement of the quarcl if you have it to British, Russian or American jwilitics. The religion of Jesus Christ ought to come in within tho next four years and take the hand of cap ital and employe and say: "You have tried everything else and failed. Now try the gospel of kindness." No more oppres sion and no more strikes. The gospel of Jesus Christ will sweeten this acerbity, or it will go on to the end of time, and tho firm that burn the world up will crackle in the ears of wrathful prosperity and indignant toil while their hands are still clutching at each other's throats. Before this century sighs its last breath I would that swarthy labor and easy opulence would come up and let the Carpenter of Nazareth join their hands in pledge of everlasting kindness and peace. When men and women are dying they are apt to divide among their children memen tos, and one is given a watch, and an other a vase, and another a picture, and another a robe. Iet this veteran century before it dies hand over to the humau race, with an impresaivences that shall last forever, that old family keepsake, the golden keepsake which nearly nineteen hundred years ago was handed down from the black rock of the mount of beatitudes, "Therefore all things what soverer ye would that men should do, do ye even so to them, for this is the law and the prophets." A DylnK Century. Tell us, p nineteenth century, before you go in a score of sentences some of the things you have heard and seen. The veteran turns upon us and says: "I saw Thomas Jefferson riding in unattended from Monticello, only a few steps from where you stand, dismount from his horse and hitch the bridle to a isjst and on yonder hill take the oath of the presiden tial office. I saw yonder capitol ablaze with war's incendiarinm. I saw the puff of the first steam engine in America. I heard the thunders of Waterloo, of Se vastopool and Sedan and Gettysburg. I was present at all the coronations of the kings and queens and emperors and em presses now in the world's palaces. I have seen two billows roll across this continent and from ocean to ocean a billow of revival joy in 1857 and a billow of blood in 18U. I have seen four gen erations of the human race march across this world and disappear. I saw their cradles rocked and their graves dug. I have heard the wedding bells and the death knells of near a hundred years. I haveclapped my hands for millions of joy and wrung them in millions of agonies. I saw Macready and Edwin Forrest act and Edward I'ayson pray. I heard the first chime of Ixingfellow's rhythms, and before any one else saw them I read the first line of Bancroft's history and the first verse of Bryant's "Thanatopsis" and the first word of Victor Hugo's almost supernatural romance. I heard the music of nil the grand marches and the lament of all the requiems that for nigh ten decades made the cathedral windows shake. I have seen more moral and spir itual victories thai! all of my predeces sors put ogethcr. For all you who hear or read this valedictory I have kindled all the domestic firesides by which you ever sat and roused all the hulloos and rounde lays and merriments you have ever heard and unrolled nil the pictured sunsets and starry banners of the midnight heavens that you have ever gnzed at. But ere I. go take this admonition and benediction of a dying century. The longeRt life, like mine, must close. Opportunities gone never come back, as I could prove from nigh a hundred years of observation. Tho eternity thnt will soon take me will soon take you. The wicked live not out half their days, as I have seen in 10,000 in stances. The only influence for making the world happy is an influence that 1. the nine teenth century, inherited from the first century of the Christian era the Christ' of all the centuries. Be not deceived by the fact thnt I have lived so long, for a century is n large wheel that turns 100 smaller wheels, which are the years, and each one of those years turns 3i." smaller wheels, which are the days, nnd each of tlie Ulio days turns 24 smaller wheels,1 which are the hours, and each one of those 24 hours turns 00 smaller wheels, which lire the minutes, aud those 00 min utes turn still smaller wheels, which are the seconds. And nil of this vast ma chinery is in perpetual motion and pushes ns on and on toward the great eternity whose doors will, nt 12 o'clock of the winter night between the year 11)00 and Hie year l'.Kil open before me, the dying cenutry. I quote from the three inscrip tions over the three doors of the cathedral of Milan. Over one door, amid a wreath of sculptured rimes, 1 rend, "All that which pleases us is but for a moment." Over another door, around a sculptured cross, I rend, "All that, which troubles us is but for a moment." But over the central door I rend, "That only is import nnt which is eternal." O eternity, eter nity, eternity! My hearers, as the nineteenth century was Isirn while the face of this nation wns yit wet with trans because of the fatnl horseback ride that Washington look out here at Mount Meruon through a December snowstorm, I wish the next century might be born at a time when the face of this nntlon shall lie wot with the tear of the litcrnl or spiritual arrival of the Grent Deliverer of Nations, of whom St. John wrote with apocalyptic pen, "And I suw, and behold a white horse! And he that sat on him had a liow, and a crown was given unto him, and ho went forth conquering and to conquer." Calcutta, India, Is a great educa tional center, one of the greatest In the world. It has twenty colleges, with three thousand students, and forty high schools, with two thousand stu dents. In the city there are alto gether about fifty -five thousand English-speaking and uon-Chrlstinn natives.