The Poorhouse Waif and His Divine Teacher: A True StoryByrum, Isabel C. (Isabel Coston)
Religion
The Poorhouse Waif and His Divine Teacher: A True Story
Byrum, Isabel C. (Isabel Coston)
Christian life -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
When at last the morning of the thirty-first arrived, everything about the
farm was in excellent condition to leave. Mrs. Miller brought Edwin his
clean clothes that she had so carefully mended, and said: "On the
camp-ground, Edwin, you will find a large boarding-tent. There you can buy
your meals, and there will be some place given you to sleep at night. Of
course, you can do as you like, but I wouldn't take along anything that I
didn't need, for bundles will only be in your way." So when Edwin set out
for the camp-ground, which was a distance of about five miles, he was
empty-handed.
The day was perfect, and Edwin, dressed in a neat suit of clothes, straw
hat, and colored shirt, appreciated it as such. The little birds and nature
had lost none of their charms for him in all the trying scenes through
which he had passed, but upon this occasion they were merely passing
thoughts, for his mind was upon the meeting and his purpose in going to it.
From his experiences in the prayer-meetings Edwin had learned that he could
not understand the words that were used in prayer, and he did not know why
this was so; consequently the thought was suggested to his mind that now
perhaps he would be unable to know when the operation through which he was
soon to pass would begin.
Dinner was just over when he reached the grounds, but although the
boarding-tent was pointed out to him by a man who was working hard to get
his tent-pole in position, Edwin did not go to ask whether there would be a
second table, partly from ignorance and partly because of his not being
very hungry. He was more anxious to examine the place where the meetings
were to be held. Mr. Kunz had given him a description of what to expect,
but he wanted to see it all for himself. He soon discovered the crude
structure that was to serve as a pulpit, and he found that it was just as
his friend had described it. The rows of seats, which were simply some
boards laid upon large blocks of wood, were also as he had expected to see
them. There were enough of these rude benches to accommodate a large
congregation. Only above the stand was there a covering, and Edwin wondered
what would happen in case of a storm, but this also was but a passing
thought.
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