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The felon comes from his prison tomb, the pauper from his dark retreat, where the rumseller has driven him to seek an evening's rest and a pauper's grave. From ten thousand graves the sheeted dead stalk forth, and with eyeless sockets and bared teeth, grin most ghastly scorn at their destroyers. The lost float up in shadowy forms, and wail in whispered despair.
In history we find the rumseller, the land grabber, and the speculator following hard upon the heels of the missionary. The selfishness of nations is frequently given the name of "patriotism," and rightly so, since it is a movement for the good of all.
In his efforts to reform a rumseller at Galena, he gained much information concerning the Sioux Indians, whose territory the rumseller had traversed on his way from the Red River country from which he had come quite recently. He represented the Sioux Indians as vile, degraded, ignorant, superstitious and wholly given up to evil.
Death finds it the most liberal purveyor for his horrid banquet, and hell from beneath it is moved with delight at the fast-coming profits of the trade; and the seller also gets gain. Death, hell, and the rumseller beyond this partnership none are profited. Go and shake their bloody hands, you who will!
I prayed often, but I never thought she would consent. I was married young, and she was only a girl, and though she loved me she could not forget the misery and hardships she went through. I never hit her in my life, but I wouldn't support her: I'd rather support the rumseller and his family, all for that cursed drink. And I didn't blame her for being afraid to chance it again.
Solitude, separation, banishment No quarter asked The rumseller A risk no man should incur The woman's temperance convention at Indianapolis At Richmond The bloated druggist "Death and damnation" At the Galt House The three distinct properties of alcohol Ten days in Cincinnati The delirium tremens My horrible sufferings The stick that turned to a serpent A world of devils Flying in dread I go to Connersville, Indiana My condition grows worse Hell, horrors, and torments The horrid sights of a drunkard's madness.
"Humbug!" retorted her father; "I know better." "Pa, dear, if I were you, I'd turn out that rumseller, and let the poor woman stay a little longer; just a little, pa." "Sha'n't do it. Hah! that would be scattering money out of both pockets. Sha'n't do it. Out she shall go; and as for him, well, he'd better turn over a new leaf. There, let us leave the subject, darling. It vexes me.
"Four dollars," replied the rumseller for such he proved to be and his debt was for drinks chalked up against one of his "customers." "You can't have your four dollars, Sir," replied the excited Alderman. "You are robbed of your four dollars, Sir. Them legislative tories at Harrisburg, Sir, have cheated you out of your four dollars, Sir.
Perhaps, however, he did not anticipate a termination so fearful; yet that is but a poor excuse for one who lives by the sale of rum. When a rumseller gives that to a man, which he knows will "steal away his brains," and make him a maniac, how can he anticipate his future conduct? And who is responsible? Ah, who?
At any rate, the missionaries let Hanney's alone. If he has several dozens of similarly constituted friends, they can all find similar locations by betaking themselves to any mining camp in the West. As Hanney's had no preacher, it will be readily imagined it had no church. With the first crowd who located there came an insolvent rumseller from the East.
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