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By Lakella Davenport
05/17/21
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An Icy Trail

She could still hear the sound of the gun shots ringing in her head as she walked briskly down the icy, trail. She was in a hurry to warn the others about the invaders whereabouts. She was alone, by the river, washing her bed linens when she saw two men walking ferociously along the icy, snow covered walking trail. Her people often used this trail as a fitness trail during the spring and summer months. It was the cold of winter. The trail was covered in ice and snow. She was dressed in her winter, long sleeve woolen dress with woolen pants underneath. Her head was covered with a beaver’s hat. She had a woolen scarf tied about her hair; wrapped ever so delicately around her neck.

The waters were cold to wash her bed linens in, but they were the cleanest waters they had in their village for washing things in. She had a bucket full of washers’ soap. The soap was handmade with a scent of rose and lavender. It was no lye and non-abrasive. It was gentle enough for her to put her bare hands in it. She also had two work uniforms, in addition to the pile of bed linens, she was washing. She worked as a cook and housekeeper for a woman, of British descent, named Mrs. Ellaway. Mrs. Ellaway was quite the character. She had long, curly, auburn hair and a slender frame. She was strikingly beautiful and too young to be Head Master of the Lynnwood estate. She was fresh out of the University and had an air of arrogance each time she conversed with Lydia.

Lydia always went down to the river to wash her personal items at least once a week. She couldn’t afford one of those wooden washers that her boss, Mrs. Ellaway had her use; to wash her clothes and household items with. This Saturday morning, Lydia was down at the river washing her bed linens and work uniforms when she was startled by the sound of gun shots and the voices of two pompous men. Their conversation was one of complete brutishness. They were looking for two gentlemen by the names of Paul and Silas. They wanted to stop these two gentlemen from spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ. The two, brutish, men were atheist. They had been hired by the Governor of the country to capture and kill, Paul and Silas.

Paul and Silas had been going from village to village and from town to town spreading the Good News of Christ throughout the country. The men had fired their guns at a gentlemen who was walking along the icy, snow covered, walking trail in a clergy robe. They had mistaken the clergyman for Paul or Silas. They had shot the clergyman once in the arm and twice in his right leg. He lay helplessly in the snow. The two, brutish, men took off in the other direction once they saw that the man was not Paul or Silas. The man pretended to be dead so the invaders would hopefully leave him there. The men left the clergyman laid out on the icy walking trail and headed South toward the village church.

Lydia, another disciple of Christ, heard everything that had happened. The men didn’t notice Lydia down at the river. They were too busy shooting the clergyman. After the men had disappeared, out of sight, Lydia came to the aid of the clergyman, and took the icy, snow covered, walking trail back into town to warn the others, especially Paul and Silas, about the invaders. Once in town, Lydia rode in a horse driven carriage back to the icy, snow laden trail. She showed the rescuers exactly where the injured clergyman lay. Once in town, Lydia went to the place where Paul and Silas resided and warned them about the invaders. Paul and Silas hurriedly packed their things and traveled Northeast toward the next set of cities in flight of the invaders. Paul and Silas made it safely to their next city and continued spreading the Good News of Christ, adding many souls to the church daily. Lydia kept in contact with Paul and Silas through the writing of letters. Paul and Silas had left her to witness the gospel, in her village, of Athena.

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