The Daily Paine

It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
‘Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heav’n’s all gracious King!’
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.”
–Edmund Sears

It must have been a clear night; a night with no clouds to block the stars.  I cannot imagine it being cloudy when that horde of angels appeared with their announcement.  If it were cloudy then possibly the shepherds might have thought they saw movement in the clouds, or a phantom, but they rushed immediately when they heard the message to where the newborn King lay.
From what I have read, Sears was struggling with the situation of the world.  He saw only poverty, lost and helpless people, poor, and slaves.  He felt that he could not write about the “Light of the world” when the world seemed very dark.  All he could think about were the slums.

          “Yet with the woes of sin and strife
           The world hath suffered long;
           Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
           Two thousand years of wrong;
           And man, at war with man, hears not
           The love song which they bring:
           Oh hush the noise, ye men of strife,
           And hear the angels sing!”

This was written in 1849, years before the horrible Civil War that would take so many lives.  It also became one of the most popular songs of World War I, sung by American troops during the Christmas season in France.  Sears struggled when writing because of the condition of man, yet then it came to him–the only way that man is to look up to heaven.  Then take the words and put them in their hearts and celebrate Christmas by reaching out to others. 

          “And ye, beneath life’s crushing load
           Whose forms are bending low,
           Who toil along the climbing way
           With painful steps and slow,
           Look now! for glad and golden hours
           Come swiftly on the wing:
           O rest beside the weary road
           And hear the angels sing.”

There are two more verses and they send forth the same message. Take heart if you are weary.  Take heart if you sorrow and are suffering.  Take heart if you fear the touch of a warn-torn world.  And then LOOK UP!

The Saga of Miles Forrest

This trip seemed to take forever.  There was a foot of snow on the road, and a little more in the higher elevations.  The horses had to work harder pulling through the snow so that slowed the trip.  There were no clouds, and the sun reflected brightly off the snow.  Both the driver, Spud Carson, and I did our best to cover our eyes; snow blindness was irritating and painful.  With the sun shining so brightly one would think it would be warm, but I’m sure the temperature hovered around zero.
I was so bundled up, if we were attacked by outlaws I’m not sure I could even get the shotgun into position to fire.  Spud had a couple of buffalo robes and we threw one around our shoulders and the other over our legs and feet.  It must have helped, but my toes were still like icicles.  I didn’t figure on an attack.  Outlaws may be dumb, but they’d be downright stupid to be out in this cold, plus the fact that we weren’t carrying much.  There was one passenger in the back who was on his way to the Mormon town up on Salt Lake.
We were halfway through the fifth day when we returned to Durango.  It took almost a day longer than the usual trip.  Maybe it was my imagination, but I think it was warming up a bit; perhaps it was ten degrees now.
“Hurry up and unload that strongbox, Forrest.  I want to get rid of these horses and this stage and head for a hot bath.  I think my blood is starting to freeze.”
I grabbed the box and pulled it down.  As I was hurrying into the office Spud took off.  I turned it over to the clerks and had them sign for it.  There was only a couple of hundred dollars in it, but that would add to the money in the safe.  I thought about going for a bath, but figured I should go check in with Molly first. 
It would be warm in the eatery, so I ran and slipped on over there.  It made me pity the horses some, for it was hard work in that snow where there weren’t any paths.  As soon as I entered the eatery I sighed.  Ahhh, it was warm and my table was open and I knew there would be coffee on the stove.
“Miles,” came the sound that I longed to hear.  Nothing better than that when I came home off a job.  “Sit down, I’ll bring some elk stew out to you.”
Taking off my coat I threw it in the chair and grabbed a cup for coffee.  We were breaking in a new pot as the other received a bullet hole meant for me.   I drank that cup fast and was pouring another when Molly came out with the stew.
I was sitting facing the stove hoping my toes might come back to life.  Molly came on around.  “Let me get those boots off you,” and she started tugging them off.  I don’t know what felt better, the warmth of the stove on my frozen feet or the heat of the coffee going down my gullet.
Molly reached to the table and handed me my stew.  “Eat this and get warmed up.”  She started rubbing my neck and shoulders.  Now there was a new feeling added to the coffee and stove.  You call it what you want, spoiled or blessed, I was taking it either way.
“Miles, did you have any trouble?” she asked.
“No, just the cold.” 
She stopped her rubbing.  “There’s been several asking questions of you.”
I turned around and put the empty bowl on the table.  As I was taking a sip there were shots.  I started up, when Molly’s hands pushed me down.  “We have a marshal for that.”
Then Ben Gates, from the livery burst through the door.  “There’s been a robbery at the office!” he paused for breath.  “Jim and Tom’s been shot, and some stranger.”

Echoes from the Campfire

There are those who use a cause to cover their own lust for destruction and cruelty.  He who uses terror as a weapon does it from his own demands for cruelty and not because it succeeds, because it never has.”
–Louis L’Amour  (The Mountain Valley War)

“A noose lies hidden on the ground.  A rope is stretched across their [trail].”
–Job 18:10 (NLT)