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"For three days I have felt that He was leading me." "I begin to think that He has been leading me," Samson declared. "Bim Kelso is the person I seek." "I would have gone but my wife took on so I couldn't get away," said Cawkins.
"Those people need comfort and the help of God." "But are you not afraid of the plague?" Samson asked. "I fear only the wrath of my Master." "I got a letter from a lady there," Cawkins went on. "As nigh as I can make out they need a minister. I can read print handy but writin' bothers me. You read it, brother." Mr. Cartwright took the letter and read as follows: * "Dear Sir: Mr.
And the order went, "Siding, quick, and meet Extra 81, west, at Rucker," and the superintendent rose from the chair. "It's all over, boys," said he, turning to the operators. "Remember, no man ever got to a railroad presidency by talking; but many men have by keeping their mouths shut. Lay Cawkins on the lounge in my room. Duffy said that boy would never do."
Cawkins told them that the plague had broken out in the settlement on Honey Creek, where the quarterly meeting was to be held, and that the people had been rapidly "dyin' off." Samson knew from this that the smallpox a dreaded and terrible scourge of pioneer days had come again. "It's dangerous to go there," said Cawkins. "Where is sorrow there is my proper place," Cartwright answered.
"Glory be to God!" he shouted. "I am better. I shall be able to preach to-night. A little farther on is the cabin of Brother Cawkins. He has been terribly pecked up by a stiff-necked, rebellious wife. We'll stop there for a cup of tea and if she raises a rumpus you'll see me take her by the horns." Mrs.
It came about through an ambition in itself honorable the ambition of Bud Cawkins to become a train-despatcher. Bud began railroading on the Wind River. In three months he was made an agent, in six months he had become an expert in station work, an operator after a despatcher's own heart, and the life of the line; then he began looking for trouble.
When it had been drunk the two preachers knelt in a corner of the room and Mr. Cartwright began to pray in a loud voice. Mrs. Cawkins shoved the table about and tipped over the chairs and dropped the rolling-pin as a counter demonstration. The famous circuit rider, being in no way put out by this, she dashed a dipper of cold water on the head of her husband. The praying stopped. Mr.
Blood," ventured a young and enthusiastic operator who had helped to lay out poor Bud Cawkins. The mountain man looked at him coldly. "I sha'n't want to do that again in a thousand years. In the railroad life it always comes different, every time. Go to your key." "I'm glad we got that particular train out of trouble," he added, turning to Glover when they were alone. "What train?"
Cawkins was a lean, sallow, stern-eyed woman of some forty years with a face like bitter herbs; her husband a mild mannered, shiftless man who, encouraged by Mr. Cartwright, had taken to riding through the upper counties as a preacher a course of conduct of which his wife heartily disapproved. Solicited by her husband she sullenly made tea for the travelers.
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