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The forest was a sea of flame
While nearer still upon the right
Across the level wild we sped,
And bridle never drew, Until afar above the waste
The rocks appeared in view.
But who is this amid the grass
So helplessly that lies,
Its madness in his eyes?
He lies disabled on the ground,
"He preaches to the redskin tribes.
''And yet 'twill never do to go
"Off saddles! let the horses go J"
The horses sprang away.
"Well burn the grass." He lighted it;
We waited till it swept away,
And left the place all bare,
And laid the sick man there.
We saw the fire approaching still,
'Twas like the sound of breakers wild
Near and more near the firetide swept,
It reached the burnt-up grass,
We saw it swiftly pass.
And we were safe, the storm of fire
Beside us was assuaged,
The fiery tempest raged.
I pointed to the sick man then:
"I carry here a potent drug,
We bore the sick man to a stream j
By turns we nursed him there; It was a sad and dreary time
Upon that desert bare.
But at the last he safely came
"For I remember nothing more,
I told the story from the first,
Just how it came to pass,— About the prairie fire that raged,
And how we burnt the grass.
And of the billowy sea of flame,
On either side that swept;
We constant watch had kept.
And how, when he lay there, and life
Was hanging on a breath,
The trapper's potent medicine
Had saved his life from death.
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He listened, and a happy smile
"All helpless I as when you found
"He saved me from the raging fire,
"Your name is Fred, you say; and yours?"
"Rufus," the old man said. "Perhaps you'd like to hear His name
Who first came to my aid.
"His name was Jesus. Yes, you know
'' He saves from evil's deadly curse,
"For we are doubly doomed; God's law
"He takes away the sinner's guilt
"Why was I safe when me you placed
Upon the spot burnt bare?"
There was no fuel there.
*"Twas burnt already. When the flames
""Tis even so, my soul is safe
"The fires of justice and of wrath
"Once did they rage there in their might,
"Why," said the trapper, "this beats all;
"Just go to sleep, my friend," he said;
The missionary held his peace,
He said no more that day;
You'd like to go away,
"And take just for an hour or so
"Speak on, my mate, but not too much;
He spoke again of Jesus Christ,
And of His goodness told; Then turning to the trapper said, "Friend, you are growing old;
"And can't live very long on earth,
"That's all. Now you may take your walk,
Until he left the place where he
Had health and safety found, When just about to part from us
He gently turned around,
And looking back, "Not thus I quit
The refuge of my souL
Hath made my spirit whole.
"Fred and friend Rufus, different ways
He waved his hand, we parted then,
For different regions bound; He for the Indian settlement,
We for our hunting ground.
That night as we lay down to sleep,
Tell me some sinner's prayer to God,"
"The Lord's prayer when a little child
"So long ago since any prayer
I told him of the publican
Who was from sin set free,
Be merciful to me."
That is how sinners need to pray,
For here's another prayer:
Entangled in sin's snare:—