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The Family
"LET N~l" YOUR HEART BE
TROUBLED."
By Mrs. Margaret E. Sangster.
'Twas the Master himself who said it
To the sorrowful little band,
Facing an hour of darkness
That they could not understand.
The light ot their lives was fading,
i neir eyes wun rears were mm,
The rugged men were shaken
At the thought of losing him.
"Let not your heart be troubled."
Never was voice so sweet.
Never was look more kingly,
Nor assurance more complete.
"Let not your heart be troubled;
Ye believe In God Most High,
And one with God the Father,
Equal with him am I."
"Let not your heart be troubled
In the day of an utter loss."
It was Christ himself who said it,
Before him the scourge and the cross.
It was Christ himself who said it
To the loved he called his own.
Before him the resurrection
Aud the seat on the Father's throne.
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"Let not your heart be troubled."
Shall we take that comfort now?
Why should we walk in darkness?
Why furrow with pain the brQW?
Why should the little trials
Loom large on the common road?
Why should we tremble and falter
At the weight of the daily load?
1"Let not your heart be troubled
'Twlxt the darkness and the dawn,
From the bitter cup of anguish
Are. draughts of sweetness drawn.
iLet not your heart be troubled,
Though ye stand by an open grave,
iln the hour of deep bereavement
Be confident and brave."
"Let not your heart be troubled
At the thought of the vast unknown.
Through the door at the end of the
i". journey
Ye shall not go alone.
For he who died to save you
Will come again at the last,
And "he will stay beside you
Till death itself is past."
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( Let not your neart De trouDiea,
The earth life is so brief,
And evermore from heaven
The angels bring relief.
Look in the face of the Master,
List to his gentle voice;
Whatever he chooses to send you
Look up, believe and rejoice.
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"And now," said the teacher, "we come
to Germany, which is governed by the
Kaiser. Tommy Jor.es, what is a Kaiser?"
"Please 'm," answered Tommy Jones, "a
stream o' hot water springln* up an'
disturbin' the earth."
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iE PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOU
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JANE COWAN?A PIONEER.
By Lalla.
Many years ago when Tennesse was in
its infancy there lived in the county jf
Blount a family by the name of Cowan.
The wife's name was Jane. They had
one child, a girl, and perhaps other children.
The Indians were at war with each
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From Old Town, Ohio, or Old Chillicothe,
it is now called, a body of Shawnee
Indians pame to East Tennesse to
war against the whites, and against the
Cherokes, Choctaws and other tribes of
their own race. These tribes had years
before driven the Shawnees from their
vast hunting grounds in the South,
hence they were continually returning to
harass these Indians and the white settlers.
On one of these expeditions the Jane
Cowan of this sketch was taken prisoner.
On the morning of the capture Jane
was happy in her little cabin home, her
daughter was by her side and her husband
was busy in the fields.
Before night she was in an awful
state, her home was burned, her daughter
was lost and her husband had been
killed by her side, and scalped. She
was a prisoner and forced to travel she
knew not where. In her bosom she carried
her husband's scalp which had been
thrust into her hands by some cruel
squaws while it was still dripping with
blood. Footsore and weary and well nigh
heartbroken the poor captive finally
reached Old Town, Chillicothe. Here
she was made a slave by the squaws of
the ? Shawnees. She made sugar from
the juice of the sugar maple. All night
long she was forced to keep the kettles
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she fell asleep. When she awoke the
fires were out. She expected the squaws
would awake and kill her, so she hastily
renewed the fires and was fortunately
able to get the kettles boiling before
they found it out.
For a number of years Jane led a miserable
life. But she had one comfort,
the Indian braves did not molest her. She
was a very beautiful woman and she
tried to keep out of their sight for fear
one of them might wlant her as a wife.
Night after night while Bhe watched the
boiling kettles- and the myriad stars
shone down upon her or the glorious
moon turned the forests Into a fairyland,
she sat and communed with the God of
"her fathers?her own God as well. She
could recite and sing many of the
Psalms and knew many of the chapters
of the New Testament "bv heart."
She was of the sturdy Scotch Iiljh
stock. Her will power could not be
quelled. She "endured hardness as a
good soldier of Jesus Christ."
But unknown to her, one of the most
learned chiefs of the Shawnee Tribe was
falling in love with Jane, and often during
the night watches he watched her
closely. At first he pitied her, then her
beauty enthralled him and her character
charmed him and finally he became great
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ly interested in her God. But for a long,
long time he did not make this known.
He was a very sombre chief. He knew
that his tribe was doomed, for even at
that time the Great Six Nations only .
recognized the Shawnees as a wandering
tribe. They had no permanent abiding
place among the nations. But he was
an interpreter between the Indians and
the whites. He could speak English and
French and several other Indian lan
guuges. r many mere came a lime
when he could keep silent no longer and
one night while Jane was watching the
boiling kettles he approached her. She
was greatly disturbed but his gentleness ^
soon disarmed her, and when she found
that he was interested in the God of
whom he had so often heard her speak
she at once lost all thought of self as she
led him step by step into the light of
the Gospel. Thus" months, perhaps years,
passed by. But one night the Chief
Squaw learned of these communings.
She hated Jane because she could not
make her show fear; for, Jane would not
be a menial in spirit though forced to
do a menial's work. The Chief Squaw
also hated the Sombre Chief because he
had spurned her love and she longed for
revenge. She knew that Jane shrank
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that if the Chief married a white woman <
he would load caste with his tribe and
would never be allowed to sit in their
councils or wear the Royal Dress of his
people. She therefore resolved that
Jane should be forced into a marriage
with him. "Then," she cried, ' I will be
doubly revenged."
Jane did not know all this, but the
Chief did, but he resolved to give up everything
if he could win Jane's love. But
this he soon found he could not do.
When he asked her to be his wife she silently
showed him her husband's scalp
which she still carried in her bosdm.
"That is what your people did," she finally
said. "If ever I marry again I will marry
one of my own race." The Chief bowed
and left her. For many nights she was
left alone with her boiling kettles and
the Chief grew more and more sombfe
and Jane more and more sad. When they
happened to meet through the day they
did not speak, but Jane's face said plainer
than words: "Have I lost my only
friend?" After one of these meetings
the Chief went nff o Inn a "T mn o f tlilnl"
of a way to get her back to her people,"
he said to himself. When.he returned
he had planned a way and arranged to
carry It out.
The plan was this: He meant to Bteal
Jane and with a number of braves and
their squaws, take her to a Fort in Canada.
He accomplished his end, but
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lutuugu uiauji imruHuips. iney traversed
nearly the whole State of Ohio and
crossed Lake Erie oil ice. This is fact,
not Action.
One cold, cold morning when they
were nearlng their journeys end a "runner"
come in with the word that a party
of Shawnees were hot on their trail.*
Soon after Jane's disappearance the
Chief Matron of the Shawnees, who out