But we can't help
wondering what the Adventist must have thought, when he appealed to his
Savior, as he supposed, and the balloonist shied a sand bag at him and the
other fellow in the basket threw out a beer bottle and asked, "Where in
---- are we?"
The Adventist must have thought that the Savior of mankind was traveling
in mighty queer company, or that he had taken the other fellow along as a
frightful example. And what could the Adventist have thought when he saw a
message thrown out of the balloon, and went with trembling limbs and
beating heart to pick it up, believing that it was a command from on high
to sinners, and found that it was nothing but a hand bill for a Chicago
hand-me-down clothing store.
He must have come to the conclusion that the Son of Man had got pretty low
down to take a job of bill posting for a reversible ulster and paper
collar bazar. It must have been food for reflection for the Advent
preacher, as he picked up the empty beer bottle, shied at him from the
chariot that he supposed carried to earth the Redeemer of man. He must
have wondered if some Milwaukee brewer had not gone to heaven and opened a
brewery.
Of course we who are intelligent, and would know a balloon if we saw it,
would not have had any such thoughts, but we must remember that this poor
Advent preacher thought that the day had come that had been promised so
long, and that Christ was going to make a landing in a strong Republican
county.
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