Lucia Chase Bell

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Lucia Chase Bell Obil, Keeper of Camels

Can a man please God with these things?” said the man Obil, and a great trembling fell upon him.
“Was it not a Curse, then?” he asked himself, going back to that day of dumb agony when he stood, bereaved, before the uncle of his dead Miriam. Something in the pure blue peace of the sky above that Face made him think of her and see her once more, as with holy joy she lit her Sabbath candles and chanted from the sacred song that she loved: “The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the Soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
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Lucia Chase Bell Obil, Keeper of Camels

No huge elemental turmoil of that wide life ever disturbed Obil. Sweeping fires of the wilderness, thunderings, earthquakes, winds, all gave him joy. Often he had wheeled his horse to chase the dry wild artichoke—the cursèd Wheel, when caught in the wilderness flames it was turned into a ball of fire, and, lifted and tossed in the fierce wind, eagerly kindled new fires in its wild flight.
Other men feared this fiery thing which maddened horses and camels and set vast tracts of wilderness on fire, but not Obil.
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Lucia Chase Bell Obil, Keeper of Camels

Wild white hair all torn and bleeding, sinewy old arms with muscles and tendons torn and bared, body naked and gashed, tongue thick with hateful cursing, throat hoarse with horribly echoing shrieks!
“How they hate—those devils!” said a man just under Obil’s chin, to his neighbor in the crowd. “It is hard to know which kind is most evil, this one that shrieks, or the dumb—but all hate, mark you! When a man begins to hate with all his soul, then comes in the devil!”
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