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tainment and development . n the art of^ lct ——
Lonely*
And so, you darling kitty,
You’ve come -to sit by me;
I know, you pretty kitty.
You're lonesome as can be;
There ought to be more
For company, you see.
You see, I know about It.
, ’Cause I get lonesome, too; >
The world’s a very big placer
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Sometimes, because the small girl.
Are such a very few.
> 1 think so often kitty.
How lovely it would be
If people were so plenty—
And kittens, too, you see—
That we could not get lonesome
Wherever we might be.
Dear. Children—You will all be glad to
hear from little Edna Brower again. I
had just the nicest letter from her and
wanted you to er joy it?, but it came while
I was sick in bed and was misplaoed, so I
could not tind it to put in the paper, but
I will try and tell you what was in it. I
am sorry to tell you her knee has never
got' well fitom that last fall; it is still
stiff and swollen, but she bears it so
cheerfully that it teaches us all a lesson.
She says “maybe God saw my feet would
lead me into bad ways and thought best
for me not to walk.” She thanked me for
the large number of sjarnps my Sunday
school children had sent her. She is still
selling them and staying at Hot Springs.
She told me of some pc-ts she had—some
little white mice; says they made a nest
and one Sunday morning she found ever so
many little ones; they were white with
pink eyes, but had no tails. She said she
guessed God made them on Saturday night
and did not have time before Sunday to
finish them up. Was that not a funny
thought? She sent her love to all the
young folks and seems so grateful to all
who have helped her. It is a pleasure to
do anything for this patient, sweet, Chris
tian child.
I wrote her a long letter and told her I
had a canary bird named after her. I will
tell you why I named it for her. I have
two birds and last summer the cat tried to
get cine of them; it did not succeed, but
knocked down the cage and the little bird’s
leg was broken. We tried to mend it by
putting it in splints, but we could not. and
the little thing suffered for a long time, but
I took gocyi care of it and it got well, but
has only one leg. It was a long time before
it g'U used to hopping about on one leg,
but now it is as cheerful and happy as can
be, anil now while 1 am writing to you it
is singing just as loud as possible, while
the other bird (that is well) sits by and
only now and then sends forth a note of
song. So I cail this cheerful, afflicted little
bird Edna, because it teaches the sweet
lesson of being, patient and happy under
affliction. I hope you will ali remember
i,t and learn a lesson from the bird and
our little friend. AUNT SUSIE.
YOUNG FOLK'S CORRESPONDENCE.
Letters of Exchange Among The Consti
tution’s Little Folks.
Jessie Adkins, Port Lavaca, Texas.—l want to
ask you for Edna Brower’s mcsent address, as 1
have quite a lot of stamps for her and do not
know where to send tbenj.
Address Lot Springs, Ark.
Willie Wall, Lawrenceville, Ga.—Please admit
me; 1 want to bear from niy papa. I have not
beard from him in two years;' he was in Missis
sippi. Please ask the readers of The Constitution
t" tell me if they know anything of a man named
William Wall; I do want to hear from him so
much; I am bis little boy, twelve years old, and
live with my uncle in Lawrenceville, Gwinnett
county, Georgia.
6. D. Faulk, Oak Grove, N. C.—l have been a si
lent admirer of The Constitution for sometime,
and adynire the Young Folks’ Corner very much.
lam a country boy and live on a farm. J enjoy
the lite spent as a farmer very much. I wonder if
any of the country cousins are temperance boys
and girls. 1 hope they are; I think it a gre’.t
thing to be on the right side, if one hijs to stand
alon.e. We should a’ii put our shoulders to the
wheel and try to roll the temperance cause along
until it extends all over this grand world of ours.
Where in th-Bible is a person mentioned that
bad t uenty-four fingers and toes?
Will close by asking for correspondents from
•very state in the union, especially Texas.
Clara Lanier, Shellman, Ga.—Herefcomes a very
timid little girl who would like to join the cous
ins’ happy band. My papa has been taking The
Constitution ever sauce 1 was a baby, and now I
am eleven years old.
I wanted to write a story during t.lte prize con
test, but was going to school and bad to studv in_y
lessons at night. If there is another contest,! am
going to try to write a nice story.
Every week when the paper comes I look to see
if there is anything about Edna Brower. I hope
She will soon get well. I am very- sorry for any one
that is afflicted. I have a little cousin that has
not walked a step in a year and a half.
Correspondents solicited.
Ellie Moore, Clover. S. C.—Havipg read Aunt
Susie’s lety-r on birds and her invitation to the
boys to write letters on birds, 1 will describe a few
which are natives to our state.
The pigeon is a very tame bird, and builds its
nest in boxes which we put up for them. It makes
its nest of sticks and lines it with soft grass.
The martin builds its nest >n boxes or gourds,
but they ire not as tame as the pigeon, and they
are very swift on the wing. They live mostlv on
insects’which they catch while skimming through
tne air; thus they are useful to rid the country of
insects.
The bee-martin is king of birds.
The killdee lives along wet places and builds its
nest of gravels in'a high dry place.
The whippoorwill Inulds its nest on rocks by
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laying a few gravels around itself; and if you dis
tmib them whi e setting, th, y flutter around like
they are crippled to draw your attention from the
nest.
Pauline Finith, Oliver, Ga.—Oliver is a pretty
little st .tion op the C'ntral railroad just forty
six miles from Savannah.
I’apa t ilo s The Constitution and I enjoy read
ing the cousins’letters I havo a sister and two
brother-: My youn.je.-t brother is only a year and
a few pays old.
1 bavs. been going tp school, but we will have
vacation until the 1 t of September. Cousins.'!
ant very much interested in Edna Brower. Will
you tell me where to send my stamps. Age 8.
Send your stamps to Hot Springs, Ark.
Bettie Smith, Crawford, MBs.—Hive in thebeau
tilul village oi Crawford. My pap i is a farmer,
and I love so much to ride the lior-es Horn water
to the barn. The farmers have been greatly dis
couraged over the dry weather, but 1 think all
hav bait sufficient, rain this week.
Mv sister, older than myself, has little Edna
Brower’s photo. I enjoy reading her pieces very
much, and know from them that she is r a good
Christian girl. I hope ere long she will recover
from her illness,
Correspondents solicited. Age twelve.
Annie Jenkins, 658 Ash Street, Macon, Ga. —I
have often thought when reading the cousins’ let
ters in The Constitution, that I,'too, would like to
join the band, but fearing my letters might not
meet a welcome recep,ion, I have deferred writ
ing, but will now venture, imping I will be kindly
ree ived.
lam a city girl, and have to stay in the dry,
dusty city ail summer, as I have an invalid father,
and have to help my brothers support a large
family.
(), how I would be delighted if 1 could go out
into the country ami breathe pure fresh air, drink
cold spring water, gather wild (lowers and listen
to the sweet songs of the wild birds.
I am yet in my teens, but will not have an op
portunity ot attending school again. So 1 would
be pleased to correspond with some of the older
cousins for improvement.
1 will close with best wishes to Aunt Susie and
the cousins, and success to The Constitution.
Clyde 1,. Abernathy, Forsyth, Ga.—l think wc
should appreciate our Corner very much, and
should strive to tnak’e it more interesting each
week. lam a country girl and a farmer’s daugh
ter, and 1 am glad to Say it. for what occupation is
more honorable than farming?
I have a very nice time goin.g to Sunday school.
I flank it is much nicer to attend Sunday school
every Sunday than to bi frolicking’ around, and
sometimes the litt. e boys go to the cr« ek fishing,
and sometimes the nearly’ grown boys indulge in
such on the Sabbath.
! Our protracted meeting will start next Friday,
i and I am expecting to have a nice time.
Well, cousins, what are you going to do on the
1 4th? There is to be a speaking in Maeon on that
I day, by Hon. T. Watson and Judge James K.
Hines. Papa is going if nothing prevents, i guess
1 wifi spend the day fixing lor our meeting.
Correspondents solicited.
Effie J. Daughtry, Aguste, Va.~l live in the.
eastern part oi \ irginia, in Isle of M ight, county,
about fifty or sixty miles of the Atlantic ocean.
This is a beautiful country, mild and healthful
ami well adapted to agriculture. Our principal
crops arc corn, peanuts, cotton, oats, Irish and
swet't potatoes.
Virginia contain* 100 counties, and is railed the
♦‘The’Mother o' states.” Can any of the cousins
tell whv it Is called the mot.nei of st i-es?
What lias become of "Bov Airaid of the Girls?”
He must be hid in some dark corner where he can
not be seen. 1 think It he tteie to come down hero
in Virginia, we Virginia boys and girls would soon
get him out of that silly way. The Virginia boys
can back the girls out on the first round.
M ill some,one send me the words to "Alter the
Ball - ?” I will send in return “Dear Italian Girl,”
“Nobody’s Darling,” or “My Old Kentucky
Home.”
I will ask a question : Wnat queen was eaten by
dogs?
1 desire correspondents between fifteen and
twenty, either sex.
AV. Barris Hurst. AVaco, Texas.—We have been
taking she C- nstimtion lor about ten years, and
would not give it np for anything, as Texas is
only our adopted s'ate, having come here ten years
ago iroin the red hill -of Georgia, and The Con
stitution is our dependence lor news from
I “home.”
M’aeo is, I think, the most prosperous and grow
ing citv in the state, having about twenty-five
I th.-ii'and inhabitants now, an increased] almost
I lOOper et. in eight years. She is now getting to be
quite noted as a health resort on account of the
wonderful curative properties of our hot artesian
water, which was obtained about siy years ago.
They are now engaged in building a grand,cot
ton palace, which we think is going to rival the
exposition Atlanta'is now working on.
1 do hope it will prove an immense success so
the southern people Will find out what a grand
state T« xas is.
I do enjoy corresponding so much that I can t
stop until 1 ask some of the cousins to write, es
pecially the girls. Ido love the girls, next Aunt
Susie.
1 Marion.—l has not been long since I wrote to
these columns, but in that time I have noticed
some good letters. It seems that there are a great
many more cousins from the country than the
City, but I guess it is easily explained.
The boys and girls in town see so much, and
know so much of busy, bustling life every day,
that their minds are interested in what is going
on about them, and they do not find it necessary
to turn to reading and writing for entertainment
and interest, while the young folks in the coun
try, weary’of the monotony, eagerly read every
thing that comes in their path, and never tire of
< writing letters, only to learn what the boys and
girls in town are enjoying.
Somebody is always berating novels. Many
people would think it bad business, tor novels are
very worthy objects. To a person of literary tastes,
a true life-like piece of fiction is’ a pleasure in
the highest sense of the word.
Only think of Dickens’s grand works, and the
novels of lesser lights; I think they have done
rnnch good, vet they are only “novels. ’ Some of
them are so true to nature, that almost any one
can find a find a similarity bet ween some
ter and his surroundings and themselves. It
pleases me to find my own thoughts and feelings
expressed somewhere, and it consoles me to think
that there have been other weak, sinful, peculiar
creatures somewhat similar to myself.
I enjoyed Aunt Susi ’s piece about “Children
and Flowers,” and as she says, we are too of ten not
thankful lor the blessings we have. Those ot us
who have the le st advantages could enumerate
many blessings, yet it is hard lor me, with a sin
ful loving nature, to be truly thankful for his lew
blessings, when he sees Others, whom he thinks no
more worthy and deserving than himself, having
ail these and so many, maay more .besides.
If more ot the bo;,-and girls fjoin town would
write, eur page would more interesting. Every
where in the coqntry is nearly the same, and the
cousins waiting of their environments, give the
letters a degree of sameness that is not alw.iy en
joyable. Letters frc.in town, would not make the
page any smarter I don’t think, but would add
, variety.
I have Edna Brower’s picture. I like her.
The following fairy story Is sent us by
Miss Olive Strickland, a little girl who lives
in Decatur. AVe think it will interest the
young people.
A Fairy Tale.
Long years ago there dwelt in a great
iron castle a huge giant nampd Bulbagog.
He was so terrible that he was ttie terror
of the people throughput all the kingdom.
Even he was feared by the king himself.
This giant was so very large that the
steps he took were nearly thirty feet long.
Once a year, he ransacked the country,
searching for the most beautiful maidens
there, whom he seized and carried away to
his castle, where he imprisoned them in '
THE WEEKLY CONSTITUTION: ATLANTA, GA.. MONDAY, JULY 30, 1894.
towers. The king of the country had a
daughter, the most beautiful maiden in the
kingdom, whose name was Rowena.
The king, fearing that Bulbagog’ would
capture his daughter, kept her shut up m
a high, round tower, whose walls were
smooth as glass, and which had only one
opening—a window in the roof—so that no
one could see her but himself. Ay sen the
king wished to visit his daughter he would
fasten his wings on his shoulders, which
the good queen of the fairies gave him, ana
fly to his child. Now. the king thought
that his were the only wings possessed by
any one in his kingdom, but there he was
mistaken, for a young knight named rc
naldo, ha ving become enamored of the beau
tiful princess, determined to marry ncr.
So he went to the fairy queen to ask her
what to do. She gave him a pair oi wings
with which he could mount to the princess.
So one day he flew up to the tower amt
asked her to be his wife. She said she
would, for she loved Fenaldo as dearly as
he loved her. He was to come the
next night and take his Rowena away with
him to some far distant country where the
anger of the king could not reach him, nor
could the giant seize her and bear her away
to his castle. ’
But Bulbagog had heard of the wherea
bouts of the king’s daughter, and he, also,
bad determined to take possession of Row
ena. for he held a grudge against the k t n §
and desired his daughter above all the other
maidens country.
So at night when all were asleep he,
with two of his imps, came to the door ot
the king’s palace.
One of the imps made himself invisible
and crept through the keyhole into the
palace .and on into the king’s chamber,
where he found the wings, which he car
ried to Bulbagog.
The giant fastened them on his shoul
ders and ascended to the tower. He found
the maiden sleeping. Taking Her, he
quickly descends to the ground and leaves
the wings to be returned to their place by
the imps.
Then he hastened home and put the sleep
ing Rowena in an iron room, with no win
dows and only an air-hole.
When Fenaldo reached the tower of the
princess he found, to his dismay, that she
had gon?.
Flying immediately to the fairy queen, he
asked her where his Rowena had flown.
She tells him that the cruel giant, Bul
bagog, has stolen her from the tower and
has carried her .to his castle and impris
oned her. She gives him a. deadly poison
to give to the giant. He thanked her, and
• quickly reaching the giant’s home, entered
by an open window and fonnd him lying
asleep with his great mouth open. He
throws the poison down the giant’s throat,
and taking the bunch of keys from Bulba
gog, goes to the towers, and opens all the
doors to the rooms, wjicre many maidens
are whom the giant had kept imprisoned
for yeaps.
He rescues them all, and then hastening
on at last reaches the room where his dar
ling is.
He carries her swiftly to her father's
palace, when there is great rejoicings, for
the absence of the princess had just been
discovered.
The king then gave his daughter to Ro
naldo for his reward in killing the giant
and rescuing his daughter.
They were married with great pomp and
lived merrily till they died.
Olive Strickland.
Dear Constitution--! am a resident of Mount
ville, Meriwether county, Georgia, and as
I have never seen any letters from this
point of the state, I hope this will escape
the wastebasket.
There is a creek within a quarter of a
mile from our hous« which is well stocked
with fish.
One of my friends from LaGrange, Ga.,
is visiting me and. with your consent. 1
will tell of an incident that happened while
we were fish ng.
It was jhst after a hard rain and the
creek was swollen, and that makes tlie
fish bite better. AA'e set out soon one
morning with a good lunch, and made for
the sweetgum hole, which was one of the
best places on the creek.
i >iir hooks had been set and we were
walking around picking blackberries. Char
ley happened to turn around and seeing his
pol-e shaking, quietly slipped up and gave
a hard* jerk,, whicii broke his pole. He
jumped into the water to try to capture
it, but before lie had taken many steps I’
saw him go under, and as he had on his
clothes, it was hard for him to keep on
top of the water until I could get a pole;
but 1 very soon had him out. While be was
over in the sun drying, with the aid of a
stick I drew the pole to the bank and
after a few minutes of pulling and jerking
1 succeeded in landing the fish which was
a catfish weighing- about three »pound.,.
<’i irley is still here and wo have been
fishing several times since then, but he
has never had to lie in the sun fifty Min
utes to dry since that day.
Will Hampstead.
Mountville, Ga.
AVe have all heard and read of the lib
erty bell which, on the Fourth day of July,
177 G, proclaimed independence hroughout
all America. The English made an un
successful attempt to cast this bell in Eng
land and in 1753 it was cast in the new
world, twenty-three jears before it rang
out the joyful tidings of liberty. On the
crown of the bell was this inscription:
“Proclaim liberty throughout all the land
unto all the inhabitants thereof.” It was
observed after a certain length of time
.that the bell was beginning to crack and
in order to preserve it, a little hole was
cut through just under the inscription, t
think there is another bell, “the Columbian,
liberty and peace bell,” which was made
recently and exfiibited at the world’s fair
in Chicago last year.
There is to be a celebration in Palestine,
the birthplace, of Jesus, on the last day
of the nineteent-h century, and on the first
day of the twentieth cent Ty. This new
boll is wanted by the committee in charge
of the celebration. A beautiful t.emple is
to be built in honor of onr Savior, ths cor
ner stone is to be laid and while this Is being
done the new liberty bell will ring. It
will also ring in the departure of the
nineteenth century. "Glory to God in the
highest and on earth peace and good will
toward men” will be the motto of this bell.
But there is no. such bell in the whole
world as the old liberty bell. “Tt rang out
Joudy, ‘independence,’ wh'leh, please Goa,
may never die.” Selene Armstrong,
Washington, Ga.
Atlanta, Ga., July 27. 1894.—1 n the summer
of ls).>, accompanied by four others, 'I took
a walk up that cool mountain known by the
name of Pine. 1 was stopping at AVa,rm
Springs at the time and from that place
we started. A half mile walk brought us
to the foot of the mountain, and frofn here
we began our pleasant climb. The mountain
was covered with delicate ferns and pretty
wild flowers and a cool breeze stirred them
to and fro and brought to us their delicious
odor.
All up the mountain were magnificent
pines and large, spreading oaks, and we
were often tempted to retreat to their shade,
but, as we wanted to see more of the moun
tain, we refrained from doing so. A large
road wound around the mountain and on.
both sides trees stood like sentinels with
their branches interlacing above our heads,
forming a shady and delightful canopy.
As we went further up this shady road, it
seemed that all the birds of the forest
came out to serenade us, and the woods
resounded with their melodious songs.
Nature seemed to have heaped many of
her beatuies on this tranquil spot, but she
had one in store for us that was far great
er than any that we had seen.
As we proceeded the rustling of water be
came more distinct and at last we found
ourselves on the green banks of a cold;
crystal stream. An emerald bank sloped
down to a beautiful stream of liquid silver
that flowed softly over a bottom of pearls
under the shade of magnificent oaks,
with the sun peeping through a few openings
in the thick foliage. It-was. indeed, a lovely
spot. Our dusty throats called for water
alter seeing.this and we wore soon partaking
of the liquid of life. About this lovely
stream the air seemed cooler and we could
have remained there for the rest of the
day, but we decided to walk further up the
stream.
AVe had not gone far before we came
to a deserted little sawmill —the same
which had ground out the large hotel at
Warm Springs. AVe at last decided that it
was time to return to Warm Springs, and,
after gathering many ferns, colored leaves
and wild flowers, we commenced our back
ward journey. Jay Youngblood.
Manton’* Poems.
Mr. Frank L. Stanton’s book of poems,
entitled “Songs of a Day and Songs of the
Soil.” may be obtained from us. Price 51,
postpaid.
Mr Stanton is perhaps the most widely
quoted man in America and his poems are
gems of rare merit. A copy should be in
every home. Address all orders to
every CONSTITUTrON>
Atlanta, Ga.
The Tronblea of Matrimony.
From The New York Press.
Employer—Late again, John. Can’t you
manage to get here on time?
Employe—l can’t sleep nights, sir, and am
apt to be late In the morning.
Employer—H’ml Sleeplessness. Why don’t
you consult a doctor and find out the cause?
Employe—l know the cause, sir; it is six ,
weeks old. ... t „ ( t w .
Employer—oh 4
LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER
And His Queer Country—What the Children Saw and Hear
There.
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By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS, (Author of “Uncle Remus.”)
Copyrighted, 1894, by the Author.
PART VII.
The Ladder of Lions.
The shadow that seemed to fall over ev
erything caused Buster John and Sweetest
Susan and Drusilla to run to the door.
It was not a very dark shadow, but it was
dark enough to attract their attention and
excite their alarm. They were not jet
used to their surroundings, for, although a
great many things they saw and heard
■were familiar to them, they could not for
get that they had come through the water
In the spring. They could not forget that
Mr. Thimbleflnger was the smallest grown
person they had ever seen—even if he were
a grown person—nor could they forget that
they had never seen a rabbit so wonder
fully large as Mr. Rabbit. Drusilla ex
pressed the feelings of all when she remark
ed that she felt “skittish.” They were
ready to take alarm at anything that might
happen. Therefore they ran to the dooi
to see what the shadow meant. Finally
they looked up at the sky, or what seemed
to be the sky, and there they saw, cover
ing a large part of it, the vague outline
of a huge jug. The shadow wobbled about
and wavered, and ripples of light and shad
ow played about, it and ran down to the
horizon on all sides.
An astronomer, seeing these fantastic
wobblings and waverings of light and shad
ow in our firmament, would straightway
send a. letter or a cable dispatch to the
newspapers declaring that an unheai d-of
/wA-dk.
“I Made a Burdock for His Hand.”
convulsion was shaking the depths of ce
lestial space. And, indeed, it was all
very puzzling, even to the children, but
Drusilla, who had less imagination than
any of the rest, accounted for it all by
■one bold -stroke of common sense.
“Shuh! ’Tain nothin' ’tall!” she .ex
claimed. “Dey done got froo wid dinner
at home, an’ oi’ Aunt ’Cindy done put de
buttermilk jug back in de spring."
Sweetest Susan caught her breath with a
gasp, and laughed hysterically. She had
been very much alarmed.
“I expc., t that’s what it is,” said Buster
John, but there was some doubt in his tone.
He turned to Mr. Tiumblefinger. who had
followed them. “What time is it, please?”
Mr. Thimbleflnger drew’ his watch from
his pocket with as much dignity as he
could assume, and held his head gravely
on one side. “It is now—let me see—ahem!
it is now precisely thirteen minutes and
eleven seconds after 1 o’clock.”
“Is that the jug in the spring?” asked
( Sweetest Susan, pointing to the huge black
'shadow that was now wobbling and waver
ing more slowly.
Mr. Thimbleflnger shaded his eyes with
his hard ana examined the shadow criti
cally. “Yes, that is the jug—the light hurts
my ejes—yes, certainly, that is the jug.”
Fresmtly a volume of white vapor shot
out from the shadow. It was larger than
the largest comet, and almost as brilliant.
“AVhat is that?” asked Sweetest* Susan.
Mr. Thimbjefinger felt almost as thought
ful as a sure enough man of science.
“That,” said he, “is an emanation—an
exhalation, . you might say—that we fre
quently witness in our atfnosphere.”
“A which?” asked Buster. John.
“Well,” replied Mr. Thimbleflnger, clear
ing his throat, “it’s—er—an emanation.”
“Huh!” cried Drusilla, “’taint no kind er
nation. Il’s des de inilk leakin’ out’n dat
jug. I done tol* Aunt ’Cindy ’bout dat
leakin’ jug.”
Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Meadows had come
out of the house in time to hear this, and
they laughed heartily. In fact, they all
laughed except Mr. Thimble/inger and Dru
silla.
“It happens every day,” said Mrs. Mead
ows. “We never notice it. 1 suppose if it
happens up there where you children live,
everybody would make a great to-do? I’m
glad 1 don’t live there where there's so much
fussing and guessing going on. I know how
it is. Something happens that doesn’t hap
pen every day, and then somebody’ll guess
one way and somebody another way, and
the first thing you know there's a great
rumpus over nothing. I’m truly glad I
came away from there in time to get out
of the worst of it. You children had better
take a notion and stay here with us.”
“Oh, no,” cried Sweetest Susan. “Mamma
and papa would want to see us.”
“Thats so,” said Mrs. Meadows. “Well,
I just came out here to tell you not to get
too near the Green Moss swamp beyond
the hill yonder. There’s an old Spring Liz
ard over there that might want to shake
hands with you with his tail. Besides it’s
not healthy around there; it is too damp.”
“Oh, we are not going anywhere until
we start home,” Sweetest Susan remarked.
“How large is the Spring Lizard?” in
quired Buster John.
“He’s a heap too big for . ou to manage,”
replied Mrs. Meadows. “I don’t know that
he’d hurt you, but he’s slept in the mud
over there until he’s so fat he can’t wal
low scarcely. He might roll over on you
and hurt you some.”
“Are there any lions over there?” inquired
Sweetest Susan.
“No, honey, not a living one,” said Mrs.
M Bv°thls time Mr. Rabbit had come out
on the piazza, bringing his walking cane
and his pipe. He presently seated himself
on the steps, and leaned his head com
fortably against one of the posts.
“AA r ell, well, well,” he exclaimed. It
has been years and years since I’ve heard
the name of Brother Lion. Is he still liv
ing and doing well?” Mr- Rabbit turned
an inquiring eye on Sweetest Susan. „
“She doesn’t know anything about Ilona,”
said Buster John.
“■Why, I do!” eried Sweetest Susan. I
saw one once in a cage.”
“In a cage? Brother Lion in a cage?
Mr. Rabbit raised his hands and rolled his
eyes in astonishment. “What is the world
eoming to? AA’.ell, I’ve said many amt
many a time that Brother Lion was not
righ't up here.”' Mr. Rabbit tapped, his
forehead significantly. “In a ea&e! Now,
that pesters me. Why, he used to go roar
ing and romping about the country, sear
ing them that didn’t know him mighty nigh
to death. And so Brother Lion is in a
cage? But I might have known it. 1
wonder how the rest of the family are get
ting on? Not that they are any kin to
me, for they are not. I called him Brother
Lion just to be neighborly. Oh, no! He and
nis family are no kin to me. They are
too heavy in b<->th heti-1 and feet f<?r that.
Mr. Rabbit closed his eyes as if reflect
ing and patted the ground softly with his
foot.
“Well, well! I remember just as well as
if it were yesterday the day I told Brother
Lion th it if he wasn’t careful, Mr. Man
would catch him and put. him In a cage
for his children to look at. But he just
hooted at it—and now, sure e*notigh, there
he is! I mind the first time he began his
pursuit of Mr. Man. That was the time
he got his hand caught in the split of the
log.”
“I done hear my daddy tell dat tale,” re
marked Drusilla.
“Yes,” said Mr. Rabbit, “it soon became
common talk in the neighborhood. Brother
Lion had come a long way to hunt
.>.an, and as soon as he got his hand out of
the split in the log he started to go home
again. 1 went part of the way with him,
and then it was that 1 told him he’d tind
himself in a cage if he wasn’t careful. I
made a burdock poultice for his hand the
best I could—”
“And it’s mighty good for bruises, I tell
you,” exclaimed Mrs. Meadows.
“And ’then Brother Lion went on home,
fi sling bettor, but still very mad. Crippled
as he was, he was a quick traveler, and it
was not long before he came to his jour
ney's end.
“Well, when his mother saw him she
was very sorry. But when he told her what
the matter was she was vexed. ‘Aha!’
said she, ‘how often have 1 told you about
meddling with somebody else’s business!
How often have I told you about sticking
vour nose into things that don’t concern
you! I’m not sorry for you one bit, because
if you had obeyed me you wouldn’t be
coming home now with your hand mashed
all to flinders. But, no! daddy-like, you’ve
got to go and get yourself into trouble
with Mr. Man, and now you see what has
come of it. I'm not feeling at all well my
self, bus now I’ve got to go to work and
make a whole parcel of poultices arid tie
your hand up and nurse you—and I declare
somebody ought to be nursing me Chis very
minute.’ . ...
“That was what Brother Lion s mother
said,” continued Mr. Rabbit, “but Brother
Lion didn’t say anything. He just lay on
the sheepskin pallet she made him and
studied how he would be revenged on Mr.
Man. After a while his hand got well, but
still he said very little about the matter.
The more he thought about the way he had
been treated, the madder he got. He gnash
ed his teeth together and waved his long
tail about until it looked like a snake.
Finally he sent word to all his kin —his un
cles and his cousins—to meet him some
where in the woods and hold a convention
to consider how they should catch the great
monster, Mr. Man, who had caused a log of
wood to mash Brother Lion's hand.
“Well, it wasn’t long before uncles and
cousins began t.o arrive. They came from
far and near, and they seemed to be ve.
ferocious. They shook their manes- and
showed their tushes. They went- off in the
woods and held their convention, and Broth
er Lion laid his complaint before them. He
told them what kind of treatment he had
received from Mr. klan, and asked them if
they would help to get his revenge. He
made quite a speech, and eiien he sat
down, his uncles and cousins were very
much excited. They roared and howled.
They said they were ready to tear Mr. Man
limb from limb. Thej’ declared they were
ready to go where he was and gnaw hinj
and claw him on account f the scandalous
way he had treated their bloodkin.
“"But when Brother Lion's mother heard
what they proposed to do she shut her eyes
and shook her head from side to side and
told the uncles and the cousins that they
had better go back home, all of them. She
said that before they got through with Mr.
Man they’d wish they h*ad never been born.
But go they would and go they did.
“So they started ottf soon one morning
and traveled night and day for rctrly a
week. They were getting very tired and
hungry, and some of the younger blood
cousins wanted to stop and rest, and seme
wanted to turn around ml go lack home.
But one morning while tn?y were geing
through the woods, feeling a little s’t-ky in
head and limb, they suddenly came in sight
of Mr. Man. He was cutting down trees
and splitting them into timber. He had his
coat off and seemed to be very busy.
“But he was not so busy that, he didn’t
hear Mr. Lion and his uncles and blood
cousins sneaking through the woods ovre
the dry leaves, and he wasn’t so busy that
he couldn’t see them moving about among
the trees. He was very much astonished.
He wondered where so many of the Lion
family came from, and what they were
doing there, but he didn’t stop to ask any
questions. He dropped his ax and climbed
a tree.
“Brother Lion and his uncles and his
blood cousins were very much pleased when
they saw Mr. Man climb the tree. ‘We
have him now,’ said Brother Lion, and the
rest licked their jaws and smiled. Then
they gathered around the tree and sat on
their haunches and watched Air. Man. This
didn’t do any good, for Mr. Man sat on a
limb and swung his legs, jltst as contented
ly as if he was sitting in his rocking chair
at home.
“Then Brother Lion and his uncles and
his Tilood cousins showed their teeth and
growled. But this didn’t do any good. Mr.
Man swung his feet and whistled a dance
tune. Then Brother Lion and his blood
cousins opened their mouths wide and roar
ed as laud as they could. But this didn’t
do any good. Mr. Man leaned his hea<|
against the trunk of the tree and pretended
to be nodding.
"This made Brother Lion and his blood
kin very mad. Thej’ ran around the tree
and tore the bark with their claws, and
waved their tails back and forth. But this
didn’t do any go'od. Mr. Man just sat up
there and swung his feet and laughed at
them.
“Brother Lion and his blood kin soon
found that if they intended to capture Mr.
Man they’d have to do something else be
sides caper around the foot of the tree. So
they talked it over, and Brother Lion fixed
up a plan. He said that he would stand at
the foot of the tree and rear up against the
tAink, and one of his blood cousins could
climb on his back and rear up, and then
another cousin or uncle .could climb up,
and so on until .there was a ladder of blood
thirsty Lions high enough to reach Mr.
Man.
“Brother Lion, mind you, was to be at
the bottom of the Lion ladder,” remarked
Mr Rabbit, with a chuckle, “and he had a
very good reason for it. He had had deal
ings with Mr. Man, and he wanted to keep
as far away fToin him as possible. But be
fore they made the Lion ladder, Brother
Lion looked up at Mr. Man and called out;
“ ‘What are you doing up there?’
“ ‘You’ll find out a great deal too soon
for your comfort,’ replied Mr; Man,
“Brother Lion said: ‘Come down from
th “ Mr. Man answered: ‘l'll come down
much sooner than you want me to.’
“Then Brother Lion, his uncles and his
blood cousins began to build their ladder.
Brother Lion was the bottom round ot this
ladder, as vou nuty say,” continued Mr.
Rabbit “He reared up and placed iiis
hands .'against the tiee, and one of his
uncles jumped on his shoulders, and put
his hands against the tree. Then a cousin,
and then another uncle, and so on until the
ladder reached a considerable distance up
the tree. It was such a high ladder that it
besran to wabble, and the last uncle had
work to mako his way to the top.
He climbed up -mry carefully and
for he was not used to this sort of busi
ness He was the oldest and th- fiercest
of ’the old company, but his knees i hook
under him as he climbed up and telt the
ladder shaking and wobbling.
“Air Man saw that by the time this
bi" Li-on got to the ton of the ladder his
teeth and’his "laws would be too close for
comfort, and so he called out in an angry
tf “‘just hold on! Just stand right still!
Wait' I’m not after any of you except
that fellow at the bottom there. I m not
trying to catch any ®f you but hmt. He h is
bothered me before. 1 let him go once,
bu-t I’ll not let him get away this time.
Just stand right still and hold him there
till I clim-b down the other side of tne
11- “ With that Mr. Man shook the limbs and
leaves and di opped some pieces ot bark.
This was more than Brother Lion could
stand. He was so fright, m d that he jump
ed from tinder the ladder and h.s uncles
and his blood cousins came tumbling to
the ground, howling, growling ana light-
“They were as sorry looking a siglit as
ever vot* saw when th- y cam- t" tnejr
senses Those that didn't have their bones
btoken by the fall were t.iin and
Thev had acted so foolishly that mil ot
the 'whole nun.her Mr. Man didn t ”‘?t but
'three lion skins that could be called per
for* t
'“‘Brother Lion went tome to his mother
as fast as he could go and t
a long time. And now you tell me he s
Air Rabbit paused and shook his head
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verv much, so much so, indeed, that Mrs.
Meadows wanted Mr. Rabbit to ted
of bis own queer experiences nut AL.
Rabbit laughed and said that it didn t .-eem
ex'-ctlv right to be tolling bis own ‘.tones.
He said if he told the stories just as they
batnened he’d have to talk about n.mselt,
a good deal, and people would think he
was boastful. He declared he d'dn’t teel
like making his young friends think he
v. as bragging.
“Ch, we shan’t mind that, ’’ said Sweet
est Susan, “shall we, txrother?
“AVhy, of course not, replied Butter
John. „,, , ....
“La! we all done hear folks brag, tnl we
got hardened ter braggin’!” exclaimed LJru
So the children, aided by Mrs. Meadows,
coaxed Mr. Rabbit until he finally consent
ed to' toil some of 'nis queer adventures.
(To be Continued-)
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