THE tmEGONIAN,- PORTLAND. OCTOBER 21, 190G.
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AT the time of which I write the
highways of 1 he Western states
were in poor condition. The start
of the Chudleigh family had been made
from Illinois about the middle of March.
They not only had bad roads to contend
with, but the weather was bad much of
the time. Now and then they made 21)
miles a day. but far oftencr onIyN 15.
.At times, owing to rain, they did not
r break camp at all. Jt was therefore al
most six weeks before they reached the
muddy Missouri River at St. Joseph and
knew that not over half their long jour
ney had been completed.
At St. Joseph the pioneers rested for a
week. The wagon needed to be repaired,
the hordes reshod. and Mr. Chudleigh had
to make many purchases. He speedily
learned, also, that he could no longer go
on alone. Kansas was overrun by the
Indians at that time, and the pioneers
had to band together to protect them
selves. It was not considered in the
least safe for less than 3o families to
make up a caravan to cross the plains.
In the M families there would be from Ki
to 40 men and boys who could handle a
rifle. Such caravans were considered
.strong enough to repulse any attack from
the Indians, who were then armed mostly
with bows and arrows. There were sev
eral caravans making up and the t'hud
leighs joined one comioscd of 3t families.
The number of men capable of handling
h rifle was 40. Both Joe and Sum were
included in the list. A captain was elect
ed by ballot. His name wa.s Sharpe, and
be was a man who had led several cara
vans across the plains. He was to have
Hiipreme command, and any one disobey
ing his orders was to be punished. He
told tho people what to buy for the long
trip across, and he saw to it before the
start that every animal and vehicle was
in proper shape to make the journey.
tfome of the families in the Sharpe cara
van had mules, and some oxen. These
could not travel as fast as the horse?,
and It was agreed that the distance
should not be over IS miles a day. After
The Curlew's Captain in
THE flag on the signal station down
at the wharf told the people of
Gloucester that the fleet was in.
Tho fifty of more craft that had been out
on the Banks for weeks were following
each other in, and the signal was made
that the catch had .been good. No flag
flew at half-mast and that meant the men
of Gloucester had escaped the perils of
the deep. It was double rejoicing.
Among the glrl who watched was
Ablgal Whitman. She was a fisherman's
daughter and she was waiting for Will
Hoover, who had just taken out his own
craft and was the youngest captain in the
fleet. People said that Will Hoover would
have one of the nicest wives in Gloucester,
and that Abigal Whitman would have a
fisherman-husband, who had worked his
way to the top of the ladder and was in
a fair way to become rich.
While she stood at the gate waiting for
"Will, along came Tom Howe lis. one of
her old admirers. He chuckled :is he
naw her.
"Maybe it's Will you were expec tin
along instead of me ?' he queried in a
chaffing w'.y,
"Oh. I can wait," replied the girl with
a laugh.
"Then you may have to wait for three
or four days. The Curlew didn't come in
with the fleet."
"She didn't? why what has happened to
her?"
"Well, some of the boys are calling it a
case of scare. We were heaving up to
Mart for home when it begun to blow
great guns. All of us .except Captain
Hoover and a few Hlue Noes came right,
along just the same, but they ran for
abetter. We had green water running
over us most of the trip home and I be
lieve a few sails were carried away and a
few yards sprung, but nobody minded
that."
In Gloucester, when they speak of a
man's courage it is altogether in con
nection with sailing. If he has "carried
on'" until bis craft was sailing on her
side and threatening every moment to
turn turtle he is spoken of as a man who
lias "sand." If ho has "hung on" to all
THE SKA l-Ll'XO EACH AND EVERY ONE STRAIGHT DOWN VTOSt Till
SitHOONEt.
the first 50 miles out of Leavenworth a
halt was made and the leader called the
men around him and said:
Ve are now In the Indian country,
and a vigilant watch must be kept. The
teams must travel two abreast, and I will
then direct you how to tight. At night I
shall keep ajj many as six sentinels
-SMALL PARTIES OF INDIAN'S BEGAN TO BE SEEN.
around the camp, and any of them found
asleep on his post will be shot.. We have
a tierce and cunning foe to deal with,
and not for a single hour, day or night,
can wo safely relax our vigilance."
saiL while other crafts had to strip and
driven her through and over it. other
skippers tip their hats to him. If he has
run to sea to fight it out with a howling
gale when he could have lain snug in a
harbor his courage is no longer doubted.
When Abigal heard that Captain Will had
sought shelter from a capful of wind in
stead of leading the fleet home with his
last "Curlew." she turned red and 'then
pale. She realized wlmt it would -mean
to him, and she reillzed Just as strongly
what it would mean to her.
"What's the matter, A boy?' asked her
fin the Kitten category,
lrethcse two c&s rom School.
cSrWve been torrTb.tryk
"iJo Worn to purr by rule
mother as she entered the house look
ing very white-faced.
"N-nothing."
"Didn't know but you'd seen a ghost
nut there. Where's Captain Will?"
"He ran for shelter because there was
n blow. He stayed behind with the Nova
Scotlans."
"Gal, do you mean It?" asked the
The caravan took the Arkansas River
route, so as to have water constantly on
hand. Other caravans bore away to the
right or left, and after the fourth day
out small parties of Indians began to be
seen. They would circle around the cara
van, as if to count its strength, and now
and then some daring warrior would ride
within rifle-shot and defy the pioneers to
fire on him. Many of them would have
done so but for the orders of the leader.
He kept the wagons closed up and for
bade the firing of a jingle shot. By and
by, seeing that they could not throw the
caravan into confusion, the Indians would
become discouraged and disappear. What
the white men had most to fear was
trickery. The Indians never made an
open attack on the white men unless they
numbered ten to one. and even then
hesitated. They knew something of the
deadly rifle, and they would resort to
trickery instead of open attack.
Sharpe understood the tactics of the red
men very well. This was one of his
reasons for keeping close to the river. It
made the journey long, but the stream
protected one of his flanks. Day by day
the caravan pushed on, Indians always in
sight, but nothing like an attack was
nade until the pioneers were half way
j across .the state. Then trouble came
from within and without at the same
i time. One of the members of the cara
van was named Tomllnson. He was a
the Storm
mother as she faced her with hands on
hips.
"So Tom Howells says. .A I "
"Don't say nothing more. I. know jest
how you feel. Walt 'till to-morrer."
The morrow brought confirmation of the
story. It was agreed on all sides that
young Captain Hoover had showed the
white feather. He had the craft to lead
the fleet, but he had taken a look at the
weather and run for shelter. He might
continue to sail and fish and to be a cap
tain, but his prestige was gone He would
even tind hard work to ship a crew.
The Curlew came in three days after
the licet. She had no. sooner reached the
wharf than Captain Tom knew how it
was. He had been condemned unheard.
No one had made any excuses for him.
He now made none for himself. He for
bade his crew to say a word in extenua
tion. Hoping asalnst hope, he passed the
Whitman cottage that evening. He saw
Abigal sitting on the porch, and for a few
seconds she looked squarely at him. ' Then
she turned her heid away. He had been
in hopes that she would hear his side of
the story before condemning him. He
could have told her. that a dangling an
chor had stove in the bows of the Curlew:
that a huge sea had boarded her and
disabled two of his men; that a slat of
the mainboom had cracked the stick and
that it must be "fished. " AH these things
had happened in a moment, as it were,
just as she was ready to point her nose
for home. Had he put forth these excuses
his fellow-captains would have restored
him to favor, but his pride would not let
him. Abigal would have believed In him
again, but she had cut him dead.
When the fleet went to sea again, the
Curlew led all the other craft, but there
was no rejoicing among those on board.
-They felt as a landsman would if he
knew that he was under suspicion. Fifty
miles out and then the favoring wind
whipped about and piped up into a fierce
gale, and even the bravest and hardiest
had to round to and lie head to the moun
tainous seas and the howling winds.
Ten fifteen twenty hours passed and
the gale was still howling. The fleet was
driving to leeward when it encountered a
dismasted yacht out of Boston. Crew and
passengers, there were 30 people aboard,
five of them women. She was in the
trough of the sea and perfectly helpless.
There was not one chance In a thousand
of a single soul being saved.
As the lighter craft drifted by her their
crews shook their heads and muttered
words of pity. The yacht was a chip. The
people aboard of her ,were already dead
and being mourned for.
The Curlew was one of the last to
come up with her; The yacht's captain
had lashed himself on deck, but there
was so little hope that he did not even
raise a hand to signal.
"1 believe it can be done, and I'll do
it!" exclaimed Captain Hoover to the
clinging men around him on the swept
decks after he had taken' a long look at
the helpless yacht.
The men shook their heads, but at the
same time stood ready to obey orders. It
was madness to make sail on the schoon
er in that gale, but she must be put under
control. Hardly more than a yard of
cloth was exposed, and when her head
paid off and she hung in the trough of
the sea for a moment every man prayed.
She was boarded and swept from stem
to stern, but she came through it. Then
she ran to leeward of the helpless
yacht. The man on the latter understood
and waved his arm. Then he routed out
the terror-stricken sailors from the deck
house, and the sobbing men and women
from the cabin and lashed them where he
could. He was a man with four men's
hearts In his bosom.
When the Curlew had got her position
she emptied overboard all the oil she had
aboard. After a few minutes it smoothed
a path between wreck and. schooner. That
path would not last 15 minutes, but' it
would last long enough.
The Curlew's crew had scarcely provid
ed themselves with ropes and taken their
stations along the rail when the captain
of the yacht began tossing the women
overboard. There was not a shriek from
any of them. Then he threatened and
menaced the men and made them leap
after.
The send of the sea flung eacu and ev
ery one straight down upon the schooner
along that oily path, and hands were
grasped and ropes were caught. Out of
the 30, 27 gained the schooner's decks and
choked and gasped and sank down on
their knees and thanked God and Captain
drinking and quarrelsome man. and had
made trouble from the start. He had a
wife and four children, and he was con
stantly sneering at Sharpe and hinting at
cowardice because the leader took so
many precautions for the safety of all.
Tomllnson declared that he alone could
drive away 20 Indians, and he won over
three other men to his way of thinking.
They had reached a good farming coun
try and did not want to go further.
Sharpe warned them that if they cut
loose from the caravan that the Indians
would surely have their scalps within a
day. but it was useless to talk to them.
They derided to go. and one morning at
sunrise the four teame pulled out of camp.
As it was threatening to rain the others
did not move. The men. women and
children with the four wagons numbered
30 souls altogether, but there were only
four men to defend the ?0.
"You are giving your women and chil
dren up to be tomahawked and scalped,"
said Sharpe to Tomllnson as the wagons
started off, but the latter replied with
an oath that they asked no help of the
others.
No Indians were to be seen that morn
ing for the first time in five days. Sharps
did not reason from this, as many others
did. that the redskins had become dis
couraged, and withdrawn to a distance.
On the contrary, he said to the men and
women who were rejoicing:
I believe the Indians have gone into
ambush on our trail ahead, and that two
or three hundred cf them have gathered
together. I shall not break camp until I
have sent scouts several mites ahead.
Iet every man see that his rifle is in
working order, and let every woman be
ready to help her husband in case we
have a fight. As for those who have cut
loose from us. not one will be alive when
the sun goes down."
(To Be Continued.)
Bobby' and Beth. x
"Girls don't have to do anything!" de
clared Bobby, as he sat down with a
thump on the shoebox in grandmother's
room. "Girls don't have, to feed hens or
fill the woodbcx. I wish I was a girl,
so I do."
"Girls don't have to do anything!" ex
claimed Grandmother Stone, in surprise.
"Well, well, well! You come with me a
minute. Bobby, and we'll see if you are
right."
Bobby followed grandmother into the
slttins-rocm. But when they got there
both were surprised, for sitting in the big
rocker was Beth, her eyes full of tears.
"I wish I was a boy, same as Bobby."
she said sorrowfully. "I'm tired as any
thing dusting rooms. Boys don't have
to dust or mend stockings, or do any
thing. Oh. dear. dear, dear!'" and Beth
hid her curly head in the duster and
sobbed.
"Well, I never did!" exclaimed grand
mother. "Suppose you do Bobby's work
today and he will do yours. I know
that he will be delighted to exchange
work with you.
But would you believe it? Grandmoth
er was mistaken, for Bobby shook his
head. "I'm going to feed the hens my
self," he said decidedly.
Beth wiped her eyes in a hurry. "Girls
never nil woodboxes." she murmured.
Then they bcth laughed and stopped
grumbling for that day.
Hoover. Not one of the passengers was
lost.
The work of rescue was witnessed by
the laggards of the fleet. Their crews
cheered and cheered, but the sounds
were swallowed up by the gale almost
before they had left the lips of the men.
"Call Captain Hoover a coward!" ex
claimed the oldest captain of the fleet
when he reached the fishing grounds and
told of the rescue. "Well, I guess not,
and I want to see the man who said he
eo cold feet over a cupful of wind. We
if
foo- PI153 He ion
sigrhs b.rd cvies
She simply criT be
jolly
The tea-vs stream
eJw&ys rom her
e s
You see she's
rAeloncholy '-
have got to do some apologizing, fellow
sinners."
And weeks later, when the Curlew led
the fleet home, there was a boy on the
wharf with a note for Captain Hoover. It
read :
"Dear Will I want to see you just as
soon as you can get up here. Abby."
And "Dear Will' was there within an
hour.
Two Handkerchief Dancers.
Fasten two pins or tacks in the cas
ing above a doorway. Unfold a medium
sized handkerchief and. holding it by
the center, tie a very fine black thread
around it about an inch below the cen
ter. This forms a head and skirts.
Do not break this thread from the spool,
but draw it up over one of the. pins
or tacks, so that the figure will just touch
the floor. Be cure that the pins are very
firm, or there will be a failure.
Fix another handkerchief In the same
way. then, holding a spool in each hand,
take your stand in a corner as far re
moved from the door as possible. Ex
tinguish the lights in this room, and
be careful that no rays fall on you from
another room.
Let the musician take his place at the
piano and start some lively tune; then
call In the company.
The dancers should commence to move
at the first few notes, keeping time to
the music.
Do not draw them too high from the
floor, or they do not seem to be dancing.
If the tune and time are changed once
or twice, the dancers of course changing
at the same time, it will increase the
mystery.
Dog Farming.
You have heard of a sheep farm; but
did you ever hear of a dog farm?
In Mongolia the dogs have very thick,
long hair to protect them from the cold,
which is very intense. The skins of these
dogs make excellent robes and mats; so
the dogs are raised for their skins. They
get their full size when thy are eight
months old.
All over the vast territory of north
ern Mongolia these dog farmers are scat
tered. When a farmer's daughter is
married, the bride receives a certain
number of dogs as a dower.
How Gritty Got His
GRITTY wagged his long bushy tail
and waved his paw in a. concilia
tory manner. The small boy at the
other end of his chain gave it a jerk,
and Gritty cowered as if expecting a
blow.
"Well, boy. what did your father say
he would take for the dog?"
"Six dollars, sir. Here, you cur, stop
that."
The boy rapped the dog sharply on the
head. "If he don't mind, sir, you jest
cuff him."
"I ll take him. Here, boy, here's your
money, and be off."
I took the chain and down, went Gritty
in the dust.
"Well, young fellow, you belong to me
SO WE WERE rKIENHS, AND UIS
now. How do you think you will like ,
the change?" .
Gritty looked up out of his deep brown !
eyes und thumped his tail on the ground
till the dust rose in clouds. He was still
prostiate. I took his nose in iiiy hand.
Raven Boy
RAVENBOY was hopping along the
beach, thinking what mischief he
could do. when he saw a big spider-crab
busking in the sun.
"Hello, comrade," he said, "why don't
you know me? We used to play to
gether as children."
"I really have forgotten you,' replied
Spider-crab, who was a very old crea
ture, "but since you say we are old
friends I am glad to see you again."
"Oh, yes," said . Raven, "and this is
the way We used to play." And he be
gan tnrut!ug one of his wings into
Wpider-crub's mouth and taking it out
quickly.
"Oh, please ctop that," said Spider
crab, ''you unnoy me. I am sure I
never played in that rude manner."
"Ves you dio! Yes you did!" cried
Raven laughing, and again he thrust
his wintr into the mouth of Spider
era b. This angered Spider-crab, and
shutting nis jaws together quickly he
made oif to the water, dragging Raven.
"Oh, stop! stop!" cried Raven. "Let
us play together in some other way."
But Spider-crab kept pulling him down
the beach.
"Dear Spider-crab," begged Raven,
when he felt the salt water on him.
"when we used to play together this
way you always used to let me go
when you looked at me with your eyes
partly closed as you are doing now.'
But Spider-crab kept on dragging him
into the water and did not let him go
until he had given Raven a good duck
ing. When Spider-crab released him
Raven came sputtering and fluttering
up out" of the water and flew to a
tree branch, where he sat drying him
self in tne sun.T
"Altogether," said he to himself. "I
don't think my joke on Spider-crab
was much of a success."
Whn his feathers were dried Raven
boy saw a canoe' on the beach, which
some fisherman had left there. He
flew down to it and called for the
birds o come and ge sailing with him.
At the sound of his voice Blue jay
flew out of the forest and said: "I will
go with you."
"Oh. you are too old." replied Raven.
But as Bluejay insisted Raven grabbed
-him by the top of his head and hauled
him into the canoe, saying: "Come
along, then." But he pulled Bluejay
into the canoe with such force that the
top of his head is flattish to this day.
Then out of the woods came trooping
the other birds and tumbled into the
ranoe, and off they all went. They
sailed and they sailed until finally
they came to the Halibut people's
town. The Halibut people came down
to the beach in crowds.
"Raven is going" to war!" they all
cried. "Oil, let us go, too." Raven
covered the bottom of the canoe with
halibut. They lay along the canoe bot
tom like skids.
At daylight the next morning they
came to the town of Southeast-wind
and landed. The halibut laid them
selves down In two long lines, with
their tails touching, along the path
which led from the water un to the
door of the chief's bouse. The birds
hid jtiiemselveK behind the halibut on
either side of the 7"ath. Raven-boy
stayed in the canoe. Pretty soon, when
the sky was all streaked with the
dawn, the door of the chief's house
opened and 8oitheast-wInd looked out.
"Ah." said he, as he regarded the
sky. "it is just the day for me. I guess
I will give them a blow." Ho went
back into the house without noticing
the halibut.
Far away, all along the Alaska shore,
the people looked at the sky and said:
"It is going to blow strong from th
southeast today."
Some fishermen did not go out at all.
and such as did were careful not to
venture too far, for they were fearful of
getting caught out in a great blow. Raven-Boy
knew all this, and. miles and
miles away, before the town of Southeast
wind, he chuckled as he thought how he
wan going to fool ti'em.
After a while the door of the house
nrened and SoutheaM-wInd came out with
I his danciner hat on. It was a big hat.
with a wide brim, and around the brim
and around the crown of it clouds were
constantly revolving red cloud and blue
clouds, and clou'l of white, and dark
clouds with thunder in them. As Southeast-wind
steDped out be put bis foot on
one of the slippery halibut and the hali
but immediately flapped him with hi. tail
a good hard knock. Down went Southeast-wind,
and as he fell another halibut
hit him another clin with his tail and
ent him sliding along. And .so each
halibut in turn hit him with its tail, and
yM "jy'j
I I
"Nobody's going to beat you. Gritty.
Get up and come to me."
I took a seat in a veranda chair, and
he came slowly, head to earth and still
distiustful.
"Gritty, toy. we must be friends to
start with. But I'll have to keep you or.
this chain for awhile, else you'll be run
ning away. Or. no, you sflall have a
new one tomorrow, and a collar with
your name on it."
Indeed, he needed them, for the collar
was an old strap and the chain was largt'
and strong enough to hold tho fiercest
bloodhound, and Gritty was only a Scotch
collie puppy of 9 months.
I took him in the woodshed and let
him loose. He went to the screen door
and cowered there, looking sideways at
me.
TRCST CREW LIKE A Ml SIIK.OO:.!.
"Gritty.'. I said, as I sat on the floor
beskfc him, "lisien to me. You are my
dog now. and you must learn not to be
afraid of me. Next you must leam- to
love me. and after that no more chains,
Because then you'll stay with me and
and the "Halibut People
he lid down to the water and to the bow
of the waiting canoe, as if he had been
rolled along on ekids
As he reached tb .'anoe the birds and
the halibut all joined together and hoist
ed him in. When Southeast-wind caught
his breath he asked what they had done
this thing- to him for.
"Because you blow too long." answered
Raven-Boy. "You are like some pepple I
know when you get to blowing you never
know when to Htop."
At that time Southeast-wind never did
know when to stop. .When, he h.i.l his
dancing hat on, with the clouds circling
around and around it. he used to blow
sometimes for a month at a time, and
made people weary.
"Well.' said Southeast-wind, "you seem
to have me. If you let me go I will
promise not to blow more than one week
at a time hereafter.'
"Well." said Raven-Boy, Vwe will let
you go on those conditions; but you must
give uv your dancing hat."
"Never." replied the captive. "What
could I do without my hat?"
But at this the birds began to peck
at him with their bills and Map' at him
with their wings, and the halibut began
to beat him with their taiLs until he
cried out: "All right! Take the hat.
Only let me go.''
HIS FIRST TEST;
COME, son. I need your help,"
said the father one evening after
his own day's work was done. J'I want
this dirt carried up to" our flat."
The boy opened his mouth wide. His
father wanted him to carry baskets of
earth up three flights of steps. There
was a queer feeiing of resentment all
about inside of him.
"I can't carry dirt." he said.
. "Never too late to learn." said father,
good-naturedly. "Here you take the
lighter baskets."
Up the stairs went the boy. The air
was close and he got hot and breathless.
Down he came again. The dirt had to
be dug: and shoveled into the baskets.
He grew hotter and the sweat began to
trlnkle down his back.
"The boys are playing ball. I'm going
over," he said at last with impatience.
"I can't shovel dirt."
"All right, my boy." said father, "but
I'm disappointed in you. I had expect
ed to find you able to stick to a thing.
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Freedom
not want to go off and leave me. Look
me in the eye now."
Gritty lifted hi head and took one
look out of his honest, fearless eye.. Then
he rose and with slow waving tail placert
his forepawj "n my shoulders and ran
out a long, delicate toncue which I had
to dodge diligently. Then he dropped
again as if ashamed of so much demon
stration. So we were friends, and bis trust grew
like a mushroom. Soon he ceased to
cot er at my approach, and instead I
would be greeted by a joyful bark and
a leap and a tug at the chain. while my
departure from his side brought forth a
howl of sorrow.
At night he was chained in the barn,
where he made night hideous with his
puppy wails, for he was only a baby
and It was lonesome. The third night I
loosened the chain and- let him run on
the floor, thinking be would be quieter.
lTntil 11 o'clock he cried as usual. Then
I went out and sternly nipped on the
floor. After that I heard no more. In
the- welcome silence I went to bed and
to sleep.
My room opened onto the veranda
through a French door. After midnight
I was wakened by a soft thump outside
the door. I lifted my head and looked
out. but saw nothing, so fell asleep again.
An hour later I jiwoke again to hear the
same noise. I called softly:
"Who's there?"
A series of thumps gave answer. They
had a familiar sound. I stole to the door
and looked through the screen. There,
on the sill, lay Gritty.
"Gritty" very sternly "how did you
get out of the burn?" v
Gritty rose, looked at me. then dropped
his head, shame stricken.
"Gritty, did you crawl out through the
feed hole?"
His tail gave a feeble assent: then he
dropped at my feet, as if expecting a
whipping.
"You are" a bad dog." I said, "a bad
dog. Hut I love you. and. moreover, you
did not run away from me when you
were loose. You came straight to your
own mistress. Therefore I forgive you.
Now, because you have- learned to trust
me, I shall trust you. No more chains
so long tut you remember that this is
your home. And Gritty boy. I shall not
take you back to the stable tonight. Step
in and make yourself at home on the
j rug. '
j So Gritty entered Into the joys of free
, dom, and for that night the bliss of com
t panionship. A1J the rest of the night
lie lay contentedly, raising his pointed
ears every time I moved." Once he came
' softly to the bedside and licked my hand,
j then back to the lug. where he thumped
j his tail happily.
j But from that time my Scotch collie
J was a different dog. No more abject
i cowering. A tine and perfect trust grew
! between us. und he learned to respond
i to my friendship with an implicit obedi
ence, bcin not of terror, but of an hon
' est fearless love. God ble.s him!
60 they let him go. and he went ashore
with a rush and hid himself in his house,
while Raven-Boy sailed away with the
great dancing hat with the clouds on it.
This if the reason that up In Alaska the
Southeast-wind in these days does not
blow nearly as long as it used to.
their town and sent the birds back ;
the wood.
Then he changed himself into a boy .
put on Southeast-wind's dancing 1
But the circling clouds made a gr ,
which they rushed about made his hi
sway from side to side.
"Waugh!" cried he. "I can't sta
this!" And he threw the hat from hitr
Up. up it went, spinning around as
ascended high into the air and away fr
earth forever. The next morning Sou if, -ea5't-wind.
looking from his doorway, saw
It lying on the far horizon.
"Ah! ah!" said he. "I shall never wear
my dancing hat again, but when I blow I
shall gee it and ail people will see Us
clouds in the sky."
This is the reason that today when
there 'is going to be a southeast blow on
the coast of Alaska, you can see all sorts
of clouds in the morning sky. It is the
dancing hat that Raven-Boy took away
from Southeast-wind.
THIS BOY STUCK
I'd counted on your help. too. But if
all right go ahead and play ball."
The boy washed his hands and went
over into the next yard. It was the
tirst time he ever remembered feeling
uncomfortable when playing ball. To
night it wasn't much fun.
Pretty soon he left the boys and went
upstairs to his mother. By and by he
came down, rolled up his sleeves and went
at the shoveling.
His father had planned a little garden
for the fire-escape corner. It took a lot
of dirt.
The boy sweated and puffed. He blis
tered his hands. But he stuck.
After supper when father had stretched
himself out for a pleasant hour with his
newspaper the boy came to him.
"I guess, father," he said with an air
half-ashamed, and yet of new manliness,
"I guess it was a good thing for me to
do something that I didn't want to do.
Father held out his hand. The boy
grasped it with a strong grip.
"I'm mighty glad I stuck, father." said
the boy.
"Good for you," said father.
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