rung for the first time at her funeral in way-off Japan,
where she laid down her sickle on her ripe sheaves, and rested from her
labors.

(These last lines are my own eppisodin; he simply related the facts.)

There wuz associations on exhibition from all the different countries of
the globe, of Christian workers of all kinds, in organizations,
horsepitals, missionary fields, etc. from Loontown clear to Turkey.

The Turkish Compassionate Fund rousted up sights of emotions in me. When
you looked at the marvellous Oriental embroideries of the Mahommeden
wimmen, you didn't dispute that their work has devoloped a new art.

You see, them female Turkeys wuz drove from their homes by the Tigers,
War, and Starvation, and the Baroness Burdette Coutts and Lady Layard
bought the materials and organized this work. There are two thousand
engaged in it now.

Madame Zarcoff, who is in charge of it now, has a medal gin her by the
Sultan, with "Charity" engraved on it in the language of the Turkeys.

I couldn't read it, or Josiah. But she told us what it wuz.

Wall, as I say, there wuz displays of every other kind of Christian
work, and a-lookin' over them records, and seein' the benign faces of
them wimmen who had led on the fight aginst the banded powers of
Hell--why, the tears jest run down my face some like rain water, and
Josiah asked me anxiously, "If I wuz took with a cramp."

And I sez, "No, fur from it. I am took with the sperit of rejoicin', and
wonder, and thanksgivin', and everything else."

And he sez, "Wall, I wouldn't stand up and cry; if I wuz a-goin' to cry,
I would set down to it."

And agin I sez, as I had said before, "Josiah, you're not a woman."

And he sez, "No, indeed; you wouldn't catch a man a-cryin' because he
wuz tickled about sunthin'; he would more likely snap his fingers, and
whistle."

But I heeded not his remarks, and we wended onwards.

And I see, with everything else under the sun, moon, and stars, a
collection of all the kinds of flowers in the country, clear from Maine
to California; and lots of the flowers preserved in their nateral
colors.

And if you think this is a easy job, I can tell you that you are very
much mistaken.

Why, jest a-walkin' over to Miss Alexander Bobbet'ses, acrost lots, I
have come acrost more than forty different kinds of wild flowers, and
then, when I got there, I can't begin to tell how many flowers she had
in her dooryard.

More than a hundred, anyway;