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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1868. by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
VOL. 11.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
NETTIE’S PIC-NIC.
father and mother live in
Savannah, but we are spend
‘Aing the summer at the Indian
Springs. It is a most delightful place,
and I wish all the little readers of the
Weekly could be here, especially some
of the little pale-faced ones who are
shut up in the large cities, and are pi
ning for the fresh air and the bright sun
shine of the country.
When father told my little sister Net
tie that we were going to the Indian
Springs, she w r as a little afraid, for she
thought we were going among the In
dians. But she was soon re-assured
when we told her that there were no
Indians there now, though there were
plenty of people living who recollected
well when the Indians were living at
and all around the Springs.
Nettie wanted father to tell her all
about why they were called the Indian
Springs, and as the little readers of the
Weekly may want to know, I will write
down what he told her.
These Springs were a great resort of
the Indians, who flocked to them in
great numbers to drink of their waters,
which were even then celebrated for
their medicinal virtues. They were
owned by the celebrated Indian chief,
Gen. William Mclntosh, and the house
built by him is still standing at the
Springs, and forms part of the hotel
owned by Mr. Varner. More than forty
years ago, the country including the
Springs was ceded or sold to the white
people by the Indians, and Gen. Mcln
tosh moved across the Chattahoochee
river into Coweta county, where he was
killed, in 1825, by the Indians of his
own nation, for having aided in forming
the treaty by which their lands were sold
to the white people.
But lam forgetting my story. After
we had been at the Springs a few days,
Nettie came to mother one morning and
told her that Mrs. M and some
other ladies who had little girls there,
were going to get up a pie-nic the next
MACON, GEORGIA, AUGUST 22, 1868.
week, and that she had been invited to
join the party. As the little girls were
real nice and well-behaved children,
mother very readily consented, and
preparations were at once made for the
occasion. Father wrote a letter to one
of his friends in Macon, begging him to
purchase and send up without delay
some cakes, candies, nuts, etc., so that
Nettie would be able to furnish her pro
portion of good things. They came in
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due time, and Nettie was made supreme
ly happy by being allowed to inspect
them.
At length the day of the pic-nic ar
rived. It was a beautiful sunshiny day,
and the children were all in ecstacies.
The pic-nic was to be held in a grove
not far from the hotel, so that there was
but little to do, except to have the bas
kets and boxes of provisions carried out
by the servants. The day was very
pleasantly spent by the little ones, in
their various amusements, and almost
without any incident worth mentioning.
I say almost, because there was one
little incident of the morning, and a very
pleasant one, in which my little sister
Nettie played a part. There were quite
a number of little children living in the
country around the Springs, and these
were coming in every day with oerries
to sell. The morning of the pic-nic>
while we were all, old and young, en
joying ourselves in the pleasant shade
of the forest trees, two little children, a
brother and sister, came by on their
way home. They were neatly but plain-
ly dressed, and the little girl had an
empty basket in her hand, in which she
had carried some blackberries up to the
hotel. As they passed our merry party
they stopped by the side of a large tree
to look on at the sport. While standing
there, Nettie happened to spy them, and
in the kindness of her heart she ran up
and invited them to join the pic-nic
party. But the little girl thanked her
and said that they were obliged to hurry
home, because their mother had told
them to come back at once. Nettie is
too obedient herself to desire that any
little child should disobey her mother,
so she did not insist, but ran to her bas-
ket and took out a large pound cake,
which she begged her to carry home
with her. The little girl seemed to hes
[ itate at first, but Nettie begged so hard
| that she finally took the cake and put
it in her basket, and then, after thank
ing Nettie, she and her little brother
set off' for home, arm in arm. This was
a little incident, but it showed so plainly
my dear sister’s kindness of heart that
I thought it would interest the little
readers of the Weekly.
To show you that the little girl appre
ciated Nettie's kindness, I will tell you
that a few days after the pic-nic, she
came and brought my little sister a bas
ket of fine large blackberries, and invi
ted her to pay a visit to her country
home. Nettie has not yet done so, but
if she does I may tell you children
something about it.
Nettie’s Sister.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
THE FOLLY OF PEIDE.
can people be proud ?
Charley are you proud be
cause your father is rich ?
His money isn’t your money.
But if it were you have never done any
thing to deserve it, and though there are
ten thousand ways to lose it, you don't
know one single way to keep it. Ma
mie, are you proud because you are
pretty? You might fall doiyn any day
while walking in the 3'ard, and spoil
your beauty forever. And, besides,
what good does your pretty face do in
the world ? It gives no bread to the
hungry, no water to the thirsty, nor does
it save your father and mother from any
distress.
We cannot even be proud of our good
deeds, for the very fact that we are ca
pable of performing them shows that it
is our duty to perform them, and that
we are living in the world for that very
purpose. We may be satisfied , but not
proud, for having done what we ought
to do. In fact, we have no right to be
proud at all.
Maga.
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