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BY AUNT SUSIE.
(This Is a corner set aside for the Little Folks of The Constitution for their enter
tainment and dev-iopment n the art of let ter-writing.)
Whee We Flrtrf to Town.
I u«el to feel so lonesome like
When "we first movvd to t**wn
Though ev rywberea wuz people, an*
A lot o’ sights an’ soun*.
I *lon, j a<t how 1 d rather see
The meadows wavin brown
An’ silky I” ,h? young fall breeze.
When we first moved to town.
We came right to this splendid house
When we first moved to town.
An’ mother an" the girls jest put
On style an’ cut aroun*
■ - l . I thought
•Twuz nice, but I'll be boun’
1 long’d for that old farm a heap
Wh n we first moved to town.
*T« iz mighty strange an’ sad. I vow,
Whvn we first moved to town;
JCo woods, no fields, no nuthin*. ol’
Stun pavements on the groun*.
The sky all smoked. Well, even yet
It's ’tarnal hard to down
Old mem’ries. Feel jest same’s I did
When we first moved to town.
—MARIE A. MAYFIELD.
Dear Children—You have all heard of the
Grady hospital, for you all love and honor
the man in whose memory it was built, and
the p>. ple of Atlanta are proud of this
hospital that gives comfort and rest to
many poor, afflicted and sick peapie, both
white and black.
In walking through this beautiful build
ing where everything is so clean and rest
ful. you see only grown people. There is
•t part set aside (.called a ward) for men.
one for women and two others for the
colored people, but you see n<» place for
little children; and yet there are hundreds
of sick children shut up in crowded rooms,
many without a comfortable bed. or ev* n
fire, or nourishing food. The good ladies of
Atlanta, seeing the suffering all around
them of little children, have determined to
go to work and build a ward for little
. hildten. and they are going to ask the
Children to |m Ip them. Now. you see what
lam going to beg for, and when
1 tell you all about the good work 1 am
very’ sure you will l*e interested and want
to be counted in the band of workers.
I must at first tell you what the children
Os the |*uHi* h • (to of Atlanta have Am.
Just two months ago they began to work
for the children's ward. Os course their
teacher* helped them, but the children
have taken many steps and each school has
s» nt in a contribution. Mrs. Nellie Peters
Itla-k. who is so interested in this work,
visited all the schools an 1 asked these
children to h«lp her in the work. She feels
very* happy, and says; "Just think, of it,
ten thousand childish hearts have beaten
with loving sympathy for this work, twenty
thousand feet have trotted around, making
many trii-s for the cause; why, no wonder
•here was a tnoM tain of dimes and nk’.els
-i ted, end the man at the bank who
counted me -.•••ney said his arm ached,
ami we are not si*., "toed at his being tired,
for he receivetl >!.>*>. That means 15,«W
dimes or ni« kels."
This was raised in two months by the
* hiidren. by th< ahi of their teachers. It
rounds like a fairy tale, and yet this beau
tiful work has been done, and all for sweet
charity’s sake.
I wish e:vh of my tittle readers could
see a hosfdtal for children in the city of
New York—the St. Mary ’s. The ladies want
just such s< < nr t r th.- |*u**r sick children
here, whose parents are too poor to take
<-are of them. You go into a long room,
all in pure whit* ; long rows of tiny white
Iron * nt* with pure white cover, soft, com
fortable tallow f**r the little weary heads
to r» t ton. every erib lill*-d with a little
s> k child. and moving among th* m m* kind,
and with I right, smiling fa*es, are the
nutS’-s r»-.-. ly «• -itlend to their every want.
|u fore • -a* b child are little tables, across
th* r laps, fill--1 with toys, until it looks
jest like «’hr:>tn-.»s. Upon the walls are
|nv*-ly pi-tui* s; blooming plants and flow
ers stand in windows that are draped with
pur** white muslin curtains to soften the
sunlight and • t leave the room brignt and
chr ry.
Underneath those little tables, filled with
toys, were in .ny a broken leg and many an
ache of p.*:n u-re covered up. and yet
so bright ,*nd happy was the scene that
you would never think that you wen* in
a•• k ward of a h >spital, for the dear
little on* s I **tk up and smile into your face
in spite * f all their pciin and ate happy.
t'ould you .*» with me from this lovely
h- me of th.* i* k to the homes from which
many **f them w« r*- brought and see the
s ■•*•!, er.<wd** I rooms, many of them
In *Limp. d irk «■ liar- . you would not won
«!•*» th ’ ;: • • t'.* r pain
and >■ ring. 1 should think a poor little
child bro . t fr* in one of these den a of
n.i tv • • st. h i Men.* would imagine it
bad rea. h* I heaven at last.
Now. children, w*- want to have such a
r>* >; v, i* ait in white and p**M. At the
h . Will * ■ •*:.•! or t.il-l- t
bearing the t, ini* of wme « hild or person
who has gone to th*- land beyond the stars.
Th* m--m- ri*l tablets will < ver keep fresh
In our minds those who have left us.
Now. or*- mm*- word and I am done. The
ffir • ‘ ii- Harper's Young l-''*iks
arc going to help in this cause, and shall
It be aid that young folks of The At
lanta • a.slitution were behind? Years ago
whan I asked you to fa. Ip put in a few
bri* ks for th* •’onf.-ierat** Soldiers* home
my young |eople sent me fli,. WiU you do
it again? I am sun* you will.
It tak s ?!<»• to put in a memorial tahl* t.
My boys and girls can rais«* that and a
great d* al more. 1 want every child to semi
in cents, or even a nickel, but I am sure
all can give I* cents, and the larg.-r lays
and girls more. Th* re an- many who
will find it hard to raise even a dime, but
there are a great many more who can give
more, and they should give for those who
cannot. 1 shall print the name of every
one w*ho contributes. Now. let’s go to work,
and by th*- last of February see how mii*-h
we can raise. You see I have given you
a long time to work in. Those of you who
can. form little • lubs and have
entertainments an-1 the grown
folks will enme and help you. My heart
Is in this work and I want you to help me.
To every child sending a 1-cent postage
stamp with a subscription of lu c -nts,
the ladies will send a lovely little l»ook of
pnems for children. It is sixt.en pages
an*l done in white and gold, a lovely little
Christmas book, and the author is one **f
the most talented young ladies of the south.
1 will tell you more about this in my next
letter.
Now. boys and girls, I want to ask you:
Do you r*call who it was that gave you
this column? For twelve years you have
had the pleasure of reading the Young
Folks column i:i The Weekly Constitution.
Henry Grady, the man you al! love, was
the one who gave you this great pleasure.
! i never target beer happy he wan
ivaen the first |>aper containing this depart
ment cam* out. He loved children and
w«> ever r atJy to join liivm m their gam*.s
THE WEEKLY CONSTITUTION: ATLANTA.GA-. MONDAY. DECEMBER 10. 1594.
and romps. He was always the children’s
friend. Is It not a very appropriate thing
that the children of The Constitution should
take a part in adding to the Grady hospital
a children's ward. L**t us work for a
panel and have inscribed on it:
From the Young People
Os The Weekly Constitution
To the Memory ot
HENRY W. GRADY.
The Children's Friend.
AUNT SUSIE.
P. S.—All contributions sent to Mrs. Wil
liam King. IS) Courtland avenue. Atlantsi,
Georgia.
YOTNG FOLK’S <ORKESPONDEN’t’E.
Letters of Exchange Amons The C*»n»t
tution’s Little Folks.
Anna Williams, llonita. La.—Here comes a little
Louisiana girl to join your happy I* aid. My mam
ma takes The Constttutiuii and The Sunny SouUi.
I like to read tl»e little people s letter. I am eight
years old. 1 would l.kc to uurrespomi with a lit
tle girl.
Prof. T. A. Rigg. I’anther, Ky.—ls any of the
readers of flu-Kingdom have the lite ot General
Marion, by I'eter iioriy. now out print, ami will
exeuangv and forward iiie b*»»k to my address. I
will send a h*»ok three times the value of said
t*o*.k I** the >' ixlei tin-ieof. I wish it for a little
lwy**t in*, acquaintance- a former student—whose
aiii-e-t i ' were t’.iroliuiaus and knew .Marion |
Address as above.
Carrie Ford, Cenoby. tla.—l have hoped to see
something in «»ur coiunui about the golden chain
f*>r Edna Brower's Ih-ih lit, but have seen nothii.g
ot it. I h.*j*e the ***usin who proposeil it has
started it. I would like for it to lie sent to me
I think the discussion h**w to earn a living will
Is- iisterestiug. lor tiiere are so many in tins col
umn liiat are dependent «»u their «»v.n exertions.
leaching is a noble vocation, inn as all cannot
teach. I would like to hear other situations dis
cti"*-*i als**.
I w**<ild la* delighted tn have some of thecous
iii-to <'<>rr<"|H>mt with me; it will both pleasant
and profitable.
Lillian C. Price. I.ocust Grove, Ga.—l am seven
years old; I g<; to school and read in the second
re .dvr. W<■ have two s*-h’H»|s in our little town,
l*ut Igo to .Miss Minnie W**«hls at the academy.
Bcsol*- Mi-emi reader 1 study s|a-lling. language
lessuwS and draw maps anti draw in my drawing
ImmiKs I love t<* go to s* liool; I love liiy teacher
and iuy scli<h»l mates, f**r I have no little brother
ersialvrs; my little sister Gladys, died last sum
mer. and left mamma, papa and me so lonely. My
papa keeps store.
I would like lor some of the little cousins to
write t<> me, tor 1 love to get letters and to write
them, too.
Anna Mhitakcr. B'lteli. Ga. —Aunt Susie, you
have not writu n to 'Un* Constitution in two or
three w«s*ks. t'*>ui<-again ami tell us something
more alsrut Kmg ami ’ I ytoit.
How is little Edna Brow* r? I hoja* «he is im
proving. I have sent h**r .;>* > stamps and am sav
ing up more for her. « onn- agaiu laliia, wo are
all waiting t<* hear from you.
Samuel ministered imtotli*- D»r-I before a priest.
The la>ralcalled him two time., saving that is
cause Ji's the priest . »v** son- had liecu wicked
amt Eli had not st**p|s <1 tliem that l.od would semi
a paui-l.metit on Ell amt his sous.
V hat was the name *1 the third son of Adam
am* Lv: ’.*
What was bolomon’a temple built of?
Mildred V illtams, Bonita. La.—Bonita is a small
town sitnat* <1 on tin- IL < . \. ami lailroa*!, and
<*ii in*- great cypress brake. Il re< • av* <1 its name
arom an Indian name "Bownc 1 He!," ineaiimg
-g. H-l idea.”
I have noticed so niueli improvement, in the
cousins'letters, and it the gills don’t watch out,
the imijs will cat**h up with them Ho not be dis
couraged I** ys. your mm- wit! come.
I am very l**: <l *d n-.nlmg ami like goml novels.
I.min a Hull and I have s >tne line times together
ami enj«*y so many nice liorsebaek ri*ie» together.
I mtn'h piv!*-r l»eing in th** country to la-t-ig tn a
city, lor When in the country you call have such
i.n * times tn the s'uiiim r going to pn-ni*-* and so
many ••tin r tilings, put I suj |*ose city lite is very
pl* a-aul.
I Wouhl like correspondents between fifteen and
a«. venteen years of age.
Frank Burdett. Aonia, Ga. I will now tell you
aoam-thing about my state Tin- leader in foumhng
Georgia was Jami - Oglethorpe. A benevolent
ami m*t> heart* d man. Hi-* **i*j*-ct was to estab
lish a colony wlierv oppressed debtors in England
might liml a refuge, and a chance to begin lite
over again.
A grant was obtained fr.*in King George the 11.
amt the colony wa» ii.iu.cd Georgia in honor of
him.
our state is now inhabited bv a very intelligent
people. Education in tile elementary hr ii.cites is
i r*>» filed at public ex]*cnse lor all the children be
tween tile ages of six ami etglitc*-n years.
'IIm re are s*-|*arate scln-.ils lor the w hite and col
nn-d races. The public schools are under the di
rection ot a state l oardot edin atii.iiconsistingot
five ineniliers; Tii** governor,tin- state s*-Ikh*l com
missioner. the s* er l.*iy ot slate. Hie attorney
general, ami the comptroller general.
I *« higher eilucation we have thirty-live uni
versities ami e«»lleges, ami private high schools
I think Georgia is the banner state ol the I lil
ted Stales.
torres|H*ndeiits solicited.
L. I'earl Willson, Dare, Tenn.—l live on a beau-
Ufcl farm of 4<*t acres ol land. 1 think 1 enjoy
country lite more than tin- city.
I am''going to sch«*ol now; have five studies. I
like grammar am* history la-st ot all. <mr school
closes tin- day liefon* Clirislmas and I will be sor
rv, tor I like to go to sclnsd so much.
' i have just liliisln-rf leading "Two Hays in the
Lite **l I’lccino.'' ami think it just splendid.
Whit has Is-t-onn-of -Boy Ai raid ol tlu-Girls?”
] gm--s some girl has scared loin to death. How
..r*- y. n *ll evp*-*-ting to spend Clirislmas? lain
antl' ipating a nice time.
I will answer one nt Harland R. Symier’s ques
tions -I Hty lout Forty,or F.ght.” There v>as
a dispute lieiweeii England wtnl America as to the
i. indary batweraCanadaaad ilia I nited States.
The latter claimed the line **f ■! *u north lati
tmic, ami many jieople said it necessary they
would light !<*r this claim, llem-e came the say
ing. ”f nt' four l orty, or Fight."
1 will close by asking sot
Who b**rv the Uickname ol “Old Hickory?”
Wliat is meant by the ••Immortal Thirteen?”
V Martine M«-Jtae,lJuitinan.Ga.--I again knock
a* tin- <l*"*r tint «*ih i>- th*- way t<* improveim-nt
ami pleasure km*wn as tin* Y’ouug folk- Corner.
I haw l«*r agl al while r* ati the letters of the
young |H-ople with unlHctmle.l interest and pleas
ure. but 1 s*e the column is almost entirely cotu
pos*-;l ol girls.
B*>ys. what is the nt-.tier'.’ t'e certainty ought
t . ;.,k* a gnat mt*-:. t,.md keen abraast witli
them. I also we ru school, that in almost every
class, the girls ..re ahead.
I think The < •institution i« tin- l*est paper in the
soutli. amt I think Aunt Su-t • *s a great woman.
We •annol help tlim*..n_ a gteat deal ot her. lor
abe is »*• ktml. ami takes such a great interest tu
tin- voting |M***pic ot tliis country.
I iH.ast ol Hm- tact that I live tn the sunny south,
and also the empire st.u* ol the south. Tlmugli
Georgia is the youngest of the original thirteen
colou.es, she .h’s-s not rank last in wealth, popu
lation. educational iacihties, etc.
Will sou..-«.t the cou-ins please send me the
song: "Alter the Ball."
I will a-k a lew questions:
IV lien, and by whom was the sixteenth presi
dyu: **l the I'nit.-d Mate*, kille.l'.'
U h**-e last words were: "I only regr.-t that 1
hav** but ..tie life to give to my country?
XV hat do the colors ot the United States flag in
dicate?
< orrcs|K>udents solicited.
Clci.t Gil.><>n. Natchitoches, La.—Some time
has elapsed since I wrote last In tact. I have not
writu-u since I told the little tale about wood rats
destroying <le« r bonis.
So many doubted the veracity of my stateim nt,
that I retired from public view. Although I have
grown wi-er. perhaps, and older, 1 ant sure still I
have the same opinion.
ivrbaps some ol those brave warriers of the
forest may Is- able toexplaii, th.- mystery. From
th*- reading ot my letter you will see that I am in
Hm- quaint old town ot Natchitoches. The name
is an Imlian one. ineauihg chinquepin, ami to
walk up Front stieet would convince you that it
is really the third oldest town in the United
States. . . . . o .
A Iff old bfi<*k. ivy <’<>vcr<'d build-
ings.surrounded by flower gardens fil'd with
Uauttlul vid latbivued llvwvta whkU our £taud-
mothers loved, remain to remind us of the “old
timer-.''
New structures Miring up to fill the place of the
one. just lallt-n from decay. Thriving business
Imuses occupy tins places where handsome resi
dem es once stoo.l.
Where .lam-iu-r feet kept time to rhythmic mu
sic. ami wh* it- the well-bred slave eoiirtesied here
t<> .M.trstr, then to Missus, now hurries to and fro
the busy trader.
Ami it is i.ot only the houses which have tum
bled .iowii and iH-vn toigotten. Here young peo
ple grow old with tlrti houses, and now it is sel
dom we im*et one who remembers even from tale
much ot the place.
New laces have taken the places of the old. and
we liml ourselves thinking if wo too, will be
young again.
Alma M. Hilliard, Georgia. Normal and
Industrial School, Milledgeville, Ga. —Al-
though a school girl tn the morning of
life which I trust will be useful and fraught
with good, permit tno to make a sugges
tion. which 1 beg that you publish with a
request Hint other papers copy.
The unfortunate inmates of the various
orphanages ami charitable institutions
throughout tin- state are the sul>j<-.-is of our
mutual concern, and we can make tMom
happier at lead twice a year—Christmas
an i Thanksgiving by the following plan,
and no one will feel the cost, and the more
fortunate children, the donors, will then
l*e made nappier and to som.- extent tauglit
the beautiful lesson of .* -If-sacritlce.
in every town in (P-orgia let the
preachers and the teachers of schools re
quest ex.-ry chib! to carry to a designated
place of de)>osit ami give to some one
designated to receive them tin apple, an
orange, a banana, a bunch of grapes,
candy, a doll, marbles, or anything of the
kind, an-1 then let tiie same be shipped to
some orphanage of orphanages, say, rwo
days before Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Or two or three R.m-I women in each town
m!;;ht take upon themselves the good
work, ami then, by communication with
oth.-rs in th • several towns of the state,
form tluniselvi-s into an harmonious so
ciety ami thus have it previously under
stco't to which particular institution the
<io- iti< n from each town would be sent,
ami thereby prevent an overabundance
g ;ng to om- and Jothlng to another.
l.*-t this b<- kept up from year to year
ami a vast good will be accomplished and
no one feel the cost.
'■Jtehold the lilies of the field”—they are
not whiter than Dr. Price’s Cream Baking
Powder.
An'aL/UU) hero.
Colonel How ie. \n«*r Whom the bowl.-
Knife Wits Aniiicd.
It is a safe vvag-r that nine out of every
eleven boys who tire proficient in the use
of a Bowie knife have not the slightest
idea where the instrument got its name.
Colonel Bow'ie, of Texas fame, gave the
knife its title.
Am! when one writes of the Texas hero,
one must needs think of the battle of
Alamo, that heroic fight of which our
Amcri'-an boys am! girls seem to think so
little and half of them know nothing what-
They read how tl-o brave soldiers fought
and held tin- pass of Thermopylae, but they
seldom think of how a mere handful of men
defend**! the Alanio mission. How they
dropped fighting on their knees and then
died facing the foe.
If y<-u should go to the historical city of
San Antonio in Texas you will see the old
mission building standing with battered,
bullet-i>ier'-4 walls, a monument to the
I*2 hero*--- of ’Ui. Behind these walls the
most important battle in the war between
Mexico an i Texas was fought. That was
when Santa Anna w.is president and the
Texans were fighting lor their independ
ence. Here it was that Colonel Bowie
ended his brave lite, ’lying witli his boots
on and fighting under the Boost terrible
mils. Th* stor.v is this, ami every Amer
ican child houid know it by heart, that he
may tell it witli pride when other nations
are talking ui their great deeds:
<»ne hu’idiv 1 and forty-live men under
Catitain Travis, a young man of twenty
eignt, wet-- fi,.filing the town of San Antonio
auainst General Santa Anna ami I.tHHI men.
They were the only defenders of the town
ai l "*■;•»• cn •'•ni <-1 in the old mission of the
Alarm-. Davy <’r-. kett was also with
them and Colonel Bowie, who was wound
ed ami .irei n*-i out on his eot. Os artil
lery- they had only fourteen pieces.
Santa Anna demand* «t : urrender, but the
little ;-.ar i*.field out f >-• t*-n *!avs, skirm
- : 1 water, 'i.
sn -; -.-. t oit of .'l*- m e .on house tol-.i,
but n t on** of the Alarm- heroes were hurl,
p ■ . and ■ eiigth, how< ver, were bes
Ing rapidly exhausted. Some of the little
I n 1 were falling sick, others were des
per ; Rein forcemeats had been appealed
for bit none I 4 come. Colonel J,;-m«-in
witn ■''•id im-n and tour pieces of art.ll- ry
h.nt start.-*! in answer to tn*- appeal, hut
had ]>i:t ai somewhere for fresh water and
food supplies.
At I.: . < ptatu Smith joined the exhaust
ed band witli I iiit'ty-i w«> men. Three days
afi. G m ral S. -ii i Anna c< ised the. bom
barding an*!, taking advantage of this.
Captain Travis call. 1 his men into line ami
frai-U- < wned that the' - wa.. no earthly'
liojh.* for tin in: that he had led th'-rn into
this thi king that t-.-infun--m.-nts were on
tin* way. Ho d »es not niter the word
..gain.-1 Lam* In lor failing hi-ti; he simply*
gl\. sth* tu their < lioiev ol diaths. They <an
.- urn n-i r a-id b- shot down, -r lie killed
tlghtii.g cut their levetige. The captain
dr* w a lin* and said: "Every man who is
d« t* rmim-.i t i t main b* t • ami to die with
ni< will < ~nn- t > in** .*-toss that line.” Ev
ery . .ildit r but one cross* I al once. When
they linisiieil < lonel Bowie looked up witli
sling and cried: “Boys, don’t
leav** in.-. Won't s- me <*f you carry me
across'." And th • only ba* kward st* p tin y
made was to go over the lin-- and carry tlie
c. Imii t* lie young caf tain’s side, ’ll-.*-
man lbs*-, who was a. *-*iw;*rd, dropped
< ver the wall into a ditch ami was Verily
th*- only man who escap' d to t* Il the tale.
Am] then * -nn- the terrible day.
Santa Anna, brought all his forces to boar
on < In- f**!ti'. - . Th*- s*-aling lad*l*TS were
again and agai 1 raised, but tb* . e who
plac’d them were shot down like grain.
I’* ir thousand men charging into 175 seem
'd easy enough, but it : o**n reduced the
■l.bun. At last niimbei s conquered uml the
.M.-xi.aiis climbed ovuß Into the Alamo.
The little ba.nd of defenders wt re trampled
i-n ami beaten, but they dropp* d to their
knees ami ha*-k<*<! ami shot ami pierce*! un
til the pile of the dead was awful. <'ol me]
Bowie, i* o w*- ik to rise from his cot, leans
on l*>s well * Ibow ami marks his man evtrv
time li*- pulls th*- trigger. Cut. bleeding,
he <*mti.im-s to kill until the pistol <lr**ps
ami the breath haves his body. David
l'rfti-k* tl standing in a corner, tights like a
fianther, mid tile young captain backed
a ainst th. wall surreadera only when run
through ami through.
The gr< at battle is over. The Mexicans
have won. Out of 172 Texans are 172 dead.
No Spartans were bi a.v* r an 1 more ten r
ei- us. i"t- they’ kill’d .‘>22 of th* irenernies and
v.o,iml* d .’io* more. Texas though was final
ly freed ami whenever great deeds thrill
young boys' hearts, th* >■ should think of
that spl- ndi’i pi.-c, of American daring ami
say ;is Houston said t > his men; t'Remetn
b<r the Alamo.” Claire Claxton.
Animals with Human Voices,
A species of crow in India lias a not*
which <\ - il, i . nilifi s tin- human vote*
in Jowl laughing.
Th* laughing ja kass, when warning his
fl atte r* *! mat* s that daybreak is at hand,
utters a cry resembling a group of .boya
: iumting, whooping and laughing in a wild
chorus.
Tin- nightjay has a voice like one lament
ing in distress.
Among birds that have the power of
imitation th.- parrot is the best; but, us a
matter of tact, its voice is decidedly in
ferior to tiiat ot the minu, a spe* ies of
starling, furiously enough the male bird
p> aks iu a high, clear tone, like tiiat of a
child, while Hi*' I.male has a gruff voice.
Anoth. r bill, the m-iri-pork of Australia,
is frequently in-aid veh* tm-nlly demanding
more p* rk, m a char, stentorian voice.
The whippoorwill also demands his pun
iituneni iu a distinct imitation of the hu
man vol’-.-, ami tin- command of the guinea
fowl I • ’ ■•m*- back, could easily be mis
taken for a human voice.
Coming I** quailrupeds. the cries of none
approach more closely that of the human
voice tmm those of seals when lamenting
tii.- i ss <*r capture of their young.
Th*- ery of a wounded hare resembjes that
of a child in distress.
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LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER.
And His Queer Country.—The Second Visit of the Children. There
the Thunder Lives.
Copyright, 1594, bv Joel Chandler Harris.
PART 11.
Mrs. Meadows, Mr. Rabbit, Cbickamy
Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes were very
glad to see the children, «spe*-ially Mrs.
Meadows, who diil everything she could to
make the youngsters feel that they had
ct i-ferred a* .great obligation on her by com
ing bark again.
"i’ll be-bound you forgot to bring me the
apple I told you about.” said she.
But Sweetest Susan had not forgotten.
She ha*l one in her pocket. It was not very
large, but the sun hail painted it red and
yellow, and the north winds that kissed
it had left it fragrant with the perfume of
summer.
"Now. I declare,” exclaimed Mrs. Mead
ows. "To think you should remember an
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The Little Girl Could Hardly Lift It.
ol«l woman. Y’ou are just as good atjd as
nice as you can be!” Mrs. Meadows thank
ed Sweetest Susan so heartily that Buster
John began to lo«.k and feel uncomfortable
—seeing which, Mrs. Meadows placed her
hand gently on his shoulder. "Never
mind,” said she, “boys are not expected to
be as thoughtful as girls. The next time
you come you may bring me a hatful if you
can manage to think about it.”
“He might start wid ’em,” remarked Dru
silla, "blit f’o’ he got here he’d set down
an’ eat ’em all up ter keep from stumpin’
his t**e an’ spillin’ ’em.”
Buster John had a reply ready, but he did
not make any, for just at that moment a
low, t umbling sound was heard. It seemed
to come nearer and grow louder, and then
it died away in the distance.
“What is that” asked Mr. Meadows, In
an impressive whisper.
"Thunder,” answered Mr. Rabbit, who
had listened intently. "Thunder, as sure as
you're born.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Thimbleflnger. ”1 saw a
cloud coming up next door just before we
came through the spring gate.”
"1 must be getting nervous in my old
age,” rt-marke 1 Mrs. Meadows. “I had an
idea that it was too late in the season for
thunder storms.”
"That may be so,” replied Mr. Thimble
finger. “but it’s never too late for old man
Thunder to rush out on his front porch and
begin to cut up his capers. But there's no
lit:rm in him.”
"But the lightning kills people some
times,” said Buster John.
“The lightning? Oh. yes. but I was talk
in;; about obi man Thunder.” replied Mr.
Thimbu finger. “When 1 was a bey, 1 once
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hear*! of a little girl—” Mr. Thimbleflnger
suddenly put his hand over his mouth and
hung his head as if he had been caught
dclr.g something wrong.
"Why, what in the xvvrld is the matter?”
ask' d Mrs. Meadows.
"Oh, nothing,” replied Mr. Thimbleflnger.
"J simply forgot my manners.”
"I don’t see how,” remarked Mr. Rabbit,
frowning.
“Why, I was about to tell a story before I
had b<en asked.”
"Well, you won’t disturb mo by telling a
st ry. I’ni sure,” said Mr. Rabbit. "I can
noil iust as well when some one is talking
as when everything is still. You won’t pes
ter me at till. Just go ahead.”
"Maybe it isn’t story telling time,” sug
gested Mrs. Aleadows.
"tih. don’t say that.” cried Sweetest Su
san. “If it is a story, please tell it.”
"Well, it is nothing but a plain, every
day story. After you ihear it you’ll lean
back in your chair and wonder why some
body didn't take hold ot it and twist it
into a n il old-fashionod tale. It's old-fash
ioned enough the way 1 heard it, but
I always thought that tho person who heard
it first must have forgotten parts of it.”
"We won’t mind that,” said Sweetest Su
san.
Mr. Thimbleflnger settled himself com
fortably and began:
"Onto upon a time—l don’t know how
long ago, but not very long, for the tale
was new to me when I first hoard it. Once
upon a time there was a little girl about
your age and size who was curious to know
something about everything tiiat happened.
She wanted to know how a bird could fly
an*! why the clouds floated, and she was
all the time trying to get at the bottom of
things.
“Well, one day when the sky was covered
with clouds the Thunder came rolling along,
ktccking at everybody’s door and running
a race with the noise it made; the little
girl listened and wondered what the Thun
der was and where it wont to. It wasn’t
long before the Thunder came rumbling
along again, making a noise Hhe a fout
horse wagon running away on a covered
bridge.
-While the little girl was standing t h, ’ re
wondering and listening an old man with a
bundle on his back i nd a stout staff in his
hand came along the road. He bowed and
smiled when he taw the little girl* but as
she didn’t return the bow or the smile,
being too much interested in listening for
the Thunder, he paused and asked her
what the trouble was.
" ‘I hope you are not lost?’ he said.
“ ’Oh, no, sir.’ she replied. ‘I was listen
ing' for the Thunder and wondering where
it goes.’
“‘Well, as you seem to be a very good
little girl,’ the old man said. ‘I don’t mind
telling you. The Thunder lives on top of
yender mountain. It is n<»t so far away.’
’’ ’Oh, I should like ever so much to go
there!’ exclaimed the little girl.
" -Why not?* said the old man. .’The
mountain is on my road, and if you say tha
word, we’ll go together.’
"The little girl took the old man’s hand
and they journeyed toward the mountain,
where the Til.undor had his home. The way
was long, but somehow they seemed to go
very fast. The old man took long stride®
forward, and he was strong enough to lift
the litJe girl at every step, so that when
they reached the foot of the mountain she
was not very tin-d.
"But, us the mountain was very steep
and high, the two travelers stopped to rest
themselves before they began to climb it.
Its sides seemed to be rough and dark, but
far up on the topmost peak the clouds had
gathered, and from these the Lightning
flashed incessantly. The little girl saw the
flashes and asked what they meant.
“ ’Wherever the Thunder lives,’ replied
the old man, ’there the Lightning builds its
r.esL No doubt the wind has blown the
clouds about and torn them apart and scat
tered them. The Lightning is piling them
tegether again and fixing u warm, soft place
to sleep tonight.’
"When they had rested for awhile the old
man said it was time to be going, and then
he made the little girl climb on his back.
At first she didn’t want the old man to car
ry her, but he declared that she would do
him a great favor by climbing on his back
and holding his bundle in place. So she sat
upon the bundles, and in this way they
went up the high mountain, going almost as
rapidly as the little girl could run on level
ground. She enjoyed it very much, for,
although the old man went swiftly, he
went smoothly, and the little girl felt as
safe and as comfortable as if she had been
sitting in a rocking chair.
“When they had come nearly to the top
of the mountain the old man stopped and
lifted the little girl from his back. ’I can
go no farther,’ hv- said. ‘The rest of the
way you will have to go alone. There is
nothing to fear. Up the mountain yonder
you can see the gable of the Thunder’s
'house. Go to the door, knock, and do not
be alarmed at any noise you hear. When
the time comes for you to go you will find
me awaiting you here.’
"The little girl hesitated, but she had
come so far to see where the Thunder lived
that she would not turn back now. So
sli*- went forward and soon came to the
door of Air. Thunder's house. It was a
very big door to a very big house. The
knocker was so heavy that the little girl
could hardly lift it, ami when she let it
fall against the panel the noise it made
jarred the building and sent a loud echo
rolling and tumbling down the mountain.
The little girl thought. ‘What have I
done? It the Thunder is taking a nap
before dinner h*-’ll be very angry.’
"She xxaited a little while, not feeling
very comfortable. Presently she heard
heavy footsteps coming down the wide hall
to th'e door.
“ 'I thought I heard some one knocking.’
said a hoarse, gruff voice. Then the big
door flew open and there, standing before
her. tlie little girl saw a huge figure that
tow-red almost to the top of the high
door. It wore heavy boots, a big overcoat
and under its long, thick beard there was
I Can Sit on the Bed Here,
a muffler a yard wide. The little girl was
very much frightened at first, but she
soon remembered tiiat there was nothing
for such a little bit of a. girl to be afraid of.
"The figure tiiat seemed to be so terrible
at first glonce, had nothing threatening
about it. ‘Who knocked at the door?' it
crlui.
‘lts voice soun it i so lou 1 that the littte
girl put her fingers in her ears.
’’ ‘Don’t talk so loud, please,’ she said
‘l’m not deaf.’
” ’Oh!’ cried tho giant at the door. ’You
are there, are you'.' You are so small 1
didn’t see you at first. Come in!’
“Tho little girl started to go in, and then
paused. ’Are you the Thunder?’ she asked.
“’Why, of course,’ was the reply, ‘who
else did you think it was?’
“‘I didn’t know,’ sai l the little girl. ‘I
wanted to be certain about it.'
“ ’Come in,’ said the Thunder. ’lt isn't
often I have company from the people be
low. an*i I’m glad you found me at home.’
“The Thunder led tho way down the hall
an*l into a wide sitting room, where a tire
was burning brightly in the biggest fire
place tlie little girl had ever seen. A two
horse wagon eould turn around in it with
out touching the andirons. A pair of tongs
as tall .*s a man Stood in one corner, and
in the other corner was a shovel to match.
A long pipe lay on the mantel.
” ‘There’s no place for you to sit except
on the floor.’ said the Thunder.
“ ‘I can sit on the fi d,’ suggested the
little girl.’
"The Thunder laughed so loudly that the
little girl had to close her ears again.
’Why, that is no bed.' the Thunder said
when it eould catch its breath; ’that’s my
'footstool.'
“ ‘Well.’ said the little girl, ’it’s big
enough for a bed. It’s very soft an I nice.’
“’1 find it very comfortable.’ said the
Thunder, ‘especially when I get home after
piloting a tornado through the country.
It is tough w• *rk as sure as you are born.’
“The Thunder took the long pipe from
th*- mant 1 ami lit it with a pine splinter,
the flame of which flashed through tlie win
dows with dazzling brightness.
“ ‘Folks will say that is heat lightning,’
remarked the little girl.
” ‘Yes,’ replied the Thunder; ‘farmers to
the north of us will say there is going to
be a drought, because of lightning, in the
south. Farmers to the south of us will
say there’s going to &e rain, because of
lightning in the north. None of them
knows that 1 am smoking my pipe.’
“But somehow in turning around the
Thunder knocked tlie big tongs over, and
thev fell upon the floor with a tremendous
crash. The blow itself appeared to give
forth a sound like a drum, only a thousand
times louder, and, although the little girl
had her fingers in her ears, she could hear
the echoes roused under the house by the
failing tongs go rattling down the moun
tain side and out into the valley beyond.
"The Thunder sat in the big armchair
smoking and listening with legs crossed.
The little girl appeared to be sorry that
she had come.
" ’Now. that is too bad,’ said the Thun
der. ’The Whlrdwjnd in the south will
hear that and come flying; the West Wind
will hear it and come rushing, and they
will drag the clouds after them, thinking
that I am ready to take my ride. But it’s
all my fault. Instead of turning the winds
in the pasture, I ought to have put them
in the stable. Here they come now!’
"The little girl listened, and, sure enough,
the whirlwinds troni the south and the
west came rushing around the house of
the Thunder. The west wind screamed
around th'e windows, and the whirlwinds
from the south whistled through the cracks
and keyholes.
“ ‘I guess I’ll have to go with them.’
said the Thunder, rising from the chair and
walking around the room. ’lt’s the only
way to quiet them.’
" ‘Do you always wear your overcoat?*
th* little girl asked.
" ’Always,’ replied the Thunder. ’There’s
no telling what moment I’ll be called.
Sometimes I go just for a frolic, and some
times I atn obliged to go. Will you stay
until 1 return’.'*
*”Oh. no,’ the little girl repll *1; ’the
house is too large. 1 should be afraid to
stay* here alone.’
" T am sorry,’ said the Thunder. ’Come
and see me get in my carriage.’
"They’ went to th ■ door. Th ■ v.hirlwinds
from the south and the winds from the
west had drawn the clouds to the steps,
and into these the Thunder climbed.
-•-Goodliy.’ he cried to the little girl.
‘Stay where you are until we are out of
sight.’
"There was a flash of light, a snapping
sound, a rattling crash, and the T! under,
with the clouds for his carriage and the
winds for his horses, went roaming and
rumbling through the sky, over the hills
and valleys.”
Mr. Thimblefinger paused and looked at
the children. They, expecting him to go
on. said nothing.
“How did you like my story?” h ■ a.-ked
"ls it a story?” Inquired Buster John.
“Well, call it a tale,” said Mr. Thimble
finger.
"Hit’s too high up in the elements for
ter suit me.” said Drusilla, car. iidly.
“What became of the little girl?” asked
Sweetest Susan.
“When the Thunder rolled away.” said
Mr. Thimbleflnger, "she w- nt back to
where the old man was awaiting for h*-r.
and he, having nothing to do, carried her
to the Jumping-Off Place.”
(To be Continued.)
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