AN Officer of the Government, with a great outfit1 of mule2-waggons
loaded with balloons, kites, dynamite3 bombs, and electrical
apparatus4, halted in the midst of a desert, where there had been no
rain for ten years, and set up a camp. After several months of
preparation and an expenditure5 of a million dollars all was in
readiness, and a series of tremendous explosions occurred on the
earth and in the sky. This was followed by a great down-pour of
rain, which washed the unfortunate Officer of the Government and
the outfit off the face of creation and affected6 the agricultural
heart with joy too deep for utterance7. A Newspaper Reporter who
had just arrived escaped by climbing a hill near by, and there he
found the Sole Survivor8 of the expedition - a mule-driver - down on
his knees behind a mesquite bush, praying with extreme fervour.
Oh, you can't sTOP it that way, said the Reporter.
My fellow-traveller to the bar of God, replied the Sole Survivor,
looking up over his shoulder, your understanding is in darkness.
I am not sTOPping this great blessing9; under Providence10, I am
bringing it.
That is a pretty good joke, said the Reporter, laughing as well
as he could in the strangling rain - a mule driver's prayer
answered!
Child of levity11 and scoffing, replied the other; you err12 again,
misled by these humble13 habiliments. I am the Rev14. Ezekiel Thrifft,
a minister of the gospel, now in the service of the great
manufacturing firm of Skinn Sheer. They make balloons, kites,
dynamite bombs, and electrical apparatus.
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