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Show FATHER DYER. 179 Father Dyer stepped out before the children and said: "'Old Father Dyer!' Well, children, if I am OLD Father Dyer, I do not go bare-foot on the top of my head nor tie in my teeth with a string." This did not settle the house, but it did the chairman. Shortly after this Father Dyer wrote me an incident in his life,, which reads as follows: "In the spring of 1864 I received my mail at Laurette, otherwise better known as Buckskin Joe, in Park county, Colorado. I was sent there by the Conference to take charge of a church. " Falling short of funds, I took the contract of carrying the mail every week on snow shoes, from the above place to Cache creek, via California Gulch, seventy-five miles and back. "Somebody got a corner on flour, and it went up to $40 per sack, and for once I had a sack to spare. Some of my friends besought me to take it over there, as they were nearly out. I could not find a pony for sale, but I found a man who said he had a cow that would pack, and I bought her. "I procured a pack-saddle, sewed a gunnysack over the bag of flour, and girted it on as tight as I could. Then I tied my cow to a post and went in the hotel to eat my breakfast. An old friend, Mr. Moody, offered to help me start, but by this time my cow got mad. We each had a rope; Mr. Moody led and I was to drive her. He started, and the cow took after him, on a down grade. He ran his best; the cow jumped just as high and far as she could, and struck just behind him. I held on as tight as possible, and at the length of two blocks, he took around |