Christian herald and signs of our times . ng else, too, whichmade his blood run cold, and his hair almostrose with fright. There, looking at him intently,was a creature with horns—just such horns asBarney had seen on the head of the devil in apicture in an old book at home in Ireland. Itwas a dreadful sight. He sat up spellbound fora minute, unable to speak or move. Then hejumped up and ran to the farthest extremity ofthe barn in ab ject terror. There in the darknesshe knelt and prayed as he had never prayed inhis life before. After a time he ventured to creep forward towhere he could see the
Christian herald and signs of our times . ng else, too, whichmade his blood run cold, and his hair almostrose with fright. There, looking at him intently,was a creature with horns—just such horns asBarney had seen on the head of the devil in apicture in an old book at home in Ireland. Itwas a dreadful sight. He sat up spellbound fora minute, unable to speak or move. Then hejumped up and ran to the farthest extremity ofthe barn in ab ject terror. There in the darknesshe knelt and prayed as he had never prayed inhis life before. After a time he ventured to creep forward towhere he could see the door. The dreadfulmonster was ger^, and Barney hastily dressedhimself and ran to the house, awoke the farmer,told him what he had seen, and begged that hemight sleep in the kitchen. He made all kindsof vows and protestations of amendment of life,and swore he would never drink another drop ofliquor or touch again anything that did not be-long to him. The farmer let him in, and madehim comfortable in the kitchen for the rest of A Blasphemers Nocturnal Visitor. What was the matter with the man ? thefarmers wife asked him when he returned. Oh, it was that drunken Irish infidel, saidthe farmer. He thinks he saw the drvii atthe barn door, and was scared out of his must have been a bad fellow by what hesays. I hope it will teach him a lesson he wontforget. What was it he did see, do you think ? Only the goat ; but if the beast looked inover the door, as she does, I can imagine thatwhen half awake his muddled wits, spurred byhis conscience, made him mistake her for thedevil. I hope he wont find it out in the rnorn- A FATAL FRAUD. AN ORIGINAL SERIAL STORY. BY LEW VAN-DERPOOLE.(Continued from page zxz;) In Red Dog s Camp. Nowhere else in the world does one encountersuch singular freaks of nature—so much that isat once grand, beautiful, and startling—as in theRocky Mountains of North America. The Himalayas, the Alps, the Andes, theApennines, Teneriffe, Parnassus,
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