|Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilm
of the Calhoun Chronicle dated 6/13/1899.
It came to pass in the nineteenth century, that there dwelt in the land
of Grantsville, down by the river's edge, a prophet whose name was not
Elija, Isaiah, Jeremiah, nor Ezekiel. And this prophet opened his
mouth and spake unto the people, saying: "There will be rain from
the 6th to the 8th 'eclusee,' and there shall be great water during court."
And there were, in the midst of the people, lawyers who were fat, and the
weather was exceedingly hot, and upon hearing the prophet speak they rejoiced
and spake one to another: "Hear the sayings of the prophet.
Behold when it raineth we shall be cool and not pant." On the evening
of the 7th day of the sixth month, Hays, the chief of fat lawyers, spake
unto the prophet saying: "Thou art a false prophet," and the prophet
did wax warm and words did stream out of his mouth and fire did flash from
his eyes as he again spake to the people saying: "Wait until tomorrow
night and then if it raineth not, I will give the prophecying over into
the hands of "Bird" Bell, for behold the Bell prophesieth and misseth it
not." And it came to pass that the rains fell not and behold the
man down by the water's edge is a prophet without honor. Selah.
(Note: The 'prophet without honor' was Anthony Hollenbake, one
of the town's 'characters,' who ran the ferry, repaired watches and lived
in a houseboat on the river.) - NKS