[A PIKE COUNTY VIEW OF SPECIAL PROVIDENCE.]

Thames Guardian and Mining Record, Volume I, Issue 93, 26 January 1872, Page 3

[A PIKE COUNTY VIEW OF SPECIAL PROVIDENCE.]

“ I don't go much on religion, I never ain't had no show ; But Pve got a middlin’ tight grip sir, On the handful o’ things I know. I don’t pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort of thing— But I b’licve in God and the angels, Ever since one night last spring. “ I come into town with some turnips, And my little Gabc came along— No four year old in the country Could beat him for pretty and strong I’cart and chipper and sassy, Always ready to swear and fight— And I'd learnt, him to chaw terbacher, Just to keep his milk teeth white. “ The snow come down like a blanket As I passed by Taggart's stoic ; I went, in for a jug of molasses And left the team at the door. They scared at something and started — I heard one little squall, And hell-to-split over the prairie A Vent team, Little Breeches and all. “ Hell-to-split over the Prairie ! I was almost froze with skeer ; But we rousted up some torches, And sarched for ’em far and near. At last we struck horses and waggon Snowed under a soft white mound, Elpsot, dead heat—but of little Gabc No hide nor hair was found. “ And here all hope soured on me, Of my fellow critters’ aid—--1 jest flopped down on my marrow-bones, Crotch-dee]) in the snow and prayed. By this the torches was played out And me and Isrul Barr "Went ofE for some wood lo a shecpfokl That he said was somewhere thar. “ We found it at last, and a little shed, Where they shut up the lambs at night. We looked in, and seen them huddled thar, So warm and sleepy and white. And thar sot Little Breeches and chirped As peart as ever you sec—--1 I want a eliaw of terbacher, And that’s what's the matter of me,’ “ How did he get thar? Angels. He could never have walked iu that storm, They jest scooped down and toted him To where it was safe and warm. And I think that saving a little child, And bringing him to his own, Is a denied sight better business Than loafing around the Throne., T. H.