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shoot out thine arrows and
destroy them."
7. Send thine hand from above; rid me and deliver me out of great
waters from the hand of strange children.
8. Where mouth speaketh vanity; and where right hand is a right
hand of falsehood.
12. That our sons may be plants grown up in their youth; that our
daughters may be as corner-stones polished after the similitude of a
palace."
Here is the motive: The drink murders our sons, and do not allow
them to grow to be healthy, brave, strong men. The greatest enemy of
woman and her offspring and her virtue is the licensed hellholes or saloons.
13. "That our garners may be full of all manner of store."
Our grain is used to poison; our bread-stuff is turned to the venom
of asps and the bread winner is burdened with disease of drunkeness,
where health should be the result, of raising that which, when rotted and
made into alcohol, perpetrates ruin and death; Our garners or grain
houses are spoiled or robbed.
14. "That there be no breaking in or going out; that there be no
complaining in our street."
What is it causing the breaking into jails, prisons, asylums, penitentiaries,
alms-houses? The going out of the homes, of hearts; going out
into the cold; going into drunkard's graves and a drunkard's hell?
"Complaining in our streets." Oh! the cold and hungry little children!
Oh! the weeping wives and mothers! Oh! the misery and desolation
of the drunkards! All from this drink of sorrow and death.
15. "Happy is that people that is in such a case; yea, happy is that
people whose God is the Lord."
"People whose God is the Lord," will not allow this evil. They will
smash it out in one way or another. This blessed word was a "light to
my feet and a lamp to my pathway." I rejoiced for the comfort it gave
me; for the Lord truly talked to my soul while I read and reread this.
I must say that "Little Dodds," the turnkey as I called him, was often
kind to me, but he was completely the servant of Simmons and his wife.
Once Mr. Dodds asked me if I would leave the jail; that Sam
Amidon would bring a hack to the back door of the jail and he, Mr.
Dodds, and his wife, would go with me to Kansas City.
John, the Dutch trusty, said to me one day: "There is something
in the wind; people are coming and going and talking to Dodds." Mr.
Dodds was supposed to be quarantined in the jail, but he went in and
out of the office and he would also go to his home; the prisoners saw
him from the window time and time again.
It was agony to hear the ravings night and day of the poor old
maniac. He would frequently fall on his iron bed and floor. He was a
large man of about sixty years of age or over. He was helpless; but had
no one to take care of him, but John, the trusty, who for the sake of
mercy, would give him some attention. The sanitary condition of his
cell must have been something horrible, from the smell that came into
my room.
One night the poor lunatic fell so hard on the floor, or bed that he
lay as one dead, for some time. The jailer and others were aroused and
before they dare have a physician come in, they had to scrub and clean
the cell. Then Dr. Jordan came, and the old man was finally brought
to life. This doctor was in the conspiracy to have me adjudged insane;
A woman fifty-five years old, who never broke a statute of Kansas.
Mr. Dodds told me that Sam Amidon would have a cab at the back
door of the jail and would take me out. I consented. John, the Trusty,
said to me, "Don't you leave this jail, there is some plotting going on,
and they mean mischief. I asked him to get me a wire to fasten my door,
which he did, and I wound it around the open places in the door and to
the iron beam it shut on, and then John brought me the leg of a cot.
I watched all night, listening for some one to come in my cell to drag me
out. With the cot leg I was going to strike their hands if they attempted
to open the door. I know what it is to expect murder in my cell. God
said, 'He would stand by me, and who but He, has.'
I got so
destroy them."
7. Send thine hand from above; rid me and deliver me out of great
waters from the hand of strange children.
8. Where mouth speaketh vanity; and where right hand is a right
hand of falsehood.
12. That our sons may be plants grown up in their youth; that our
daughters may be as corner-stones polished after the similitude of a
palace."
Here is the motive: The drink murders our sons, and do not allow
them to grow to be healthy, brave, strong men. The greatest enemy of
woman and her offspring and her virtue is the licensed hellholes or saloons.
13. "That our garners may be full of all manner of store."
Our grain is used to poison; our bread-stuff is turned to the venom
of asps and the bread winner is burdened with disease of drunkeness,
where health should be the result, of raising that which, when rotted and
made into alcohol, perpetrates ruin and death; Our garners or grain
houses are spoiled or robbed.
14. "That there be no breaking in or going out; that there be no
complaining in our street."
What is it causing the breaking into jails, prisons, asylums, penitentiaries,
alms-houses? The going out of the homes, of hearts; going out
into the cold; going into drunkard's graves and a drunkard's hell?
"Complaining in our streets." Oh! the cold and hungry little children!
Oh! the weeping wives and mothers! Oh! the misery and desolation
of the drunkards! All from this drink of sorrow and death.
15. "Happy is that people that is in such a case; yea, happy is that
people whose God is the Lord."
"People whose God is the Lord," will not allow this evil. They will
smash it out in one way or another. This blessed word was a "light to
my feet and a lamp to my pathway." I rejoiced for the comfort it gave
me; for the Lord truly talked to my soul while I read and reread this.
I must say that "Little Dodds," the turnkey as I called him, was often
kind to me, but he was completely the servant of Simmons and his wife.
Once Mr. Dodds asked me if I would leave the jail; that Sam
Amidon would bring a hack to the back door of the jail and he, Mr.
Dodds, and his wife, would go with me to Kansas City.
John, the Dutch trusty, said to me one day: "There is something
in the wind; people are coming and going and talking to Dodds." Mr.
Dodds was supposed to be quarantined in the jail, but he went in and
out of the office and he would also go to his home; the prisoners saw
him from the window time and time again.
It was agony to hear the ravings night and day of the poor old
maniac. He would frequently fall on his iron bed and floor. He was a
large man of about sixty years of age or over. He was helpless; but had
no one to take care of him, but John, the trusty, who for the sake of
mercy, would give him some attention. The sanitary condition of his
cell must have been something horrible, from the smell that came into
my room.
One night the poor lunatic fell so hard on the floor, or bed that he
lay as one dead, for some time. The jailer and others were aroused and
before they dare have a physician come in, they had to scrub and clean
the cell. Then Dr. Jordan came, and the old man was finally brought
to life. This doctor was in the conspiracy to have me adjudged insane;
A woman fifty-five years old, who never broke a statute of Kansas.
Mr. Dodds told me that Sam Amidon would have a cab at the back
door of the jail and would take me out. I consented. John, the Trusty,
said to me, "Don't you leave this jail, there is some plotting going on,
and they mean mischief. I asked him to get me a wire to fasten my door,
which he did, and I wound it around the open places in the door and to
the iron beam it shut on, and then John brought me the leg of a cot.
I watched all night, listening for some one to come in my cell to drag me
out. With the cot leg I was going to strike their hands if they attempted
to open the door. I know what it is to expect murder in my cell. God
said, 'He would stand by me, and who but He, has.'
I got so