G O D I N A G O D F O R S A K E N L A N D  43 him apart from students who had grown up in towns and small cities. “August, we must leave, for some of these people would kill us for a penny and no one would even care. Even in our rela- tive poverty at the seminary, we have much compared to these wretched souls.” Yet the city enticed us, and the rotting market drew us to see its stinking wares. The new bridge being built across the river begged us to look at its massive pilings, spanning the Mississippi as no other monster had ever attempted before. The old court- house drew us one day to where judges had ruled over twenty years ago in the Dred Scott case and somehow seemed to vindi- cate and even support the horrors of a civil war recently ended. The court ruling had been one of the triggers of the Civil War and St. Louis still seemed to have its wounds picked open daily as the so-called Reconstruction ended. “August, why the awful war? Could the same court not have ruled and stopped it all?” Herr Martens asked with his typical puzzled face. “War is one of the results of original sin. I believe Martin Lu- ther had it figured out, as he grappled with Man’s sinful nature. There are lessons here that show us the wisdom of the doctrines we learn.” As I saw the plight of even some of our fellow German im- migrants who worked in the city at jobs far worse than they had in Germany, I was thankful for the call from God to preach His Word to the ends of the earth. As we experienced St. Louis, I realized that I did not know how cold and desolate the “ends of the earth” really were. In October, Claus and Martens had an idea on a day when we had a bit of time. “Let us go to the St. Louis Exhibition,” Herr Martens suggested. It was indeed one of the greatest fairs to be experienced and piqued our curiosity. Claus, the worldlier one said, “Yes, let’s see the elephant.”