. Home Missionary, The (April 1905-March 1906) . nd, a little thinman with a little fat woman on hisback ! And how thankful I wasthat there were no Kodak fiends insight, but, alas! an artistic friendwas in the back-ground who repro-duced the scene on canvas. The Departure The following night was spent inmisery by all concerned. The nextmorning, fearing that death wouldbe the result of another night spentin Seboyeta, we started in an openwagon, through cold wind and rainand mud that came almost to thehubs of the wheels, for Laguna, fif-teen miles away, to take the train forAlbuquerque. But at P
. Home Missionary, The (April 1905-March 1906) . nd, a little thinman with a little fat woman on hisback ! And how thankful I wasthat there were no Kodak fiends insight, but, alas! an artistic friendwas in the back-ground who repro-duced the scene on canvas. The Departure The following night was spent inmisery by all concerned. The nextmorning, fearing that death wouldbe the result of another night spentin Seboyeta, we started in an openwagon, through cold wind and rainand mud that came almost to thehubs of the wheels, for Laguna, fif-teen miles away, to take the train forAlbuquerque. But at Paguate, anIndian town five miles from Seboyeta,we fell into the hands of the Govern-ment doctor from Laguna and thatGood Samaritan, Miss Dissette,who took us into her home and fortwo weeks your humble servant en-joyed that luxury, a dry bed and adry house, where under the care ofDoctor Jones, the Misses Dissetteand Davis she rallied. To thesethree she owes her most profoundgratitude for they really saved herlife. Really this years experience is. NEW .MEXICAN TROLLEV enough to teach onethat the good mis-sionary ought to bea mermaid. In the past ourbeloved Seboyetaeither achieved orhad thrust upon her the reputationof being the mostnotorious spot inBloody ValenciaCounty. Whethershe won her fame byfair means or foulmay never be knownbut we do know thatduring the past ninemonths she has livedup to her our schoolhas been smaller ourwork has been harder this year thanlast. It has not been what we have donebut what we have not been able todo, that has exhausted us. Scarcelya day, never a week, has passedwithout some experience that threat-ened to crush us into black work grows harder and theburden heavier as we learn the se-crets of the town. The responsi-bility of work grows so appallinglyas we see our dearest children, thechildren on whom we have spentthe most time and labor fall a preyto all that is loathsome. To be sure we try to consoleourselves with
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