The rough motion roused Gid, and as they clambered back over the works, Harry was thrilled to see him open his eyes a little ways.It was slow, toilsome work urging the lumbering cattle along over the steep, tortuous mountain paths. Naturally, the nimblest, friskiest steers got in the front, and they were a sore trial to the Deacon, to restrain them to the line of march, and keep them from straying off and getting lost. Of course, a Deacon in the Baptist Church could not swear under any provocation, but the way he remarked on the conduct of some of the "critters" as "dumbed," "confounded," and "tormented," had almost as vicious a ring as the profuse profanity of his fellow-herders. its all he can do to write answer my letter because its allTHE DEACON HURRIEDLY LEAVES FOR CHATTANOOGA.