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: fHE OREGON - SUNDAY ' JOURNAL PORTLAND, : SUNDAY ' HORNING, DECEMBER Z 20, ; 1903 s J " 1 ' ' " mmmmm " (Copyright, by Th North American Company.) ' . ' f " ,. v- - - ; 7 - in 11 1 Plofnjra (Cnot inler nree iem Chief Iniowlind Wolf rRA; I'm afralch we're too poor to have a Christmas tree this year. You see, everything ' cost such a lot, and now that papa 1 " (one, we have to save our pennies." The little girl struggled to suppress a C"Jsgh, which wanted to come, oh, SO gladly! And" she turned away ao that t ( mother might not see the tears welling tn the brave blue eyes. She mustn't let in. r.. K "DRAGGED IT ALONG THE ROAD" mother know that she minded the least , t - But Myra really couldn't help Vnlnd, -' try as aba would. And when, ogjehrlst- tnas Eve, she was retumlrrir from an f : r . rrand to the store In town, she thought . - of the very simple preparations lor Christmas in her home, and that cough - was dangerously near a sob. Then she heard the sound of wagon . wheels. Soon Mr. Rhodes drove round - a -bend In the road in front of her and C i jrreeted her with a kindly shout. Long before she could pierce the dusk with r- Jier eyes, she knew that the heavy load J upon the big wagon was of Christmas (T. trees, neatly roped together and piled M In a great heap, for the fragrant odor : of fir penetrated the cold, sharp air. ES." Billy went on, " 'Snowball' 'n I are goin' to sled this even In on Rutrar'B Hill." In reply, to my question, he explained scornfully: "Naw, Snowball' ain't no name of a dog or a cat, or a mule, for that matter, either. It's a boy. In fac, it'., our pertlculer pet name for Joe Stanton. And it was me who give It to 'im. The thing happened this way and Jt was on Sugar's Hill, too. "Tub see, one day last January me and Joe was sleaaln' down the hill. Joe had Jus' pulled up from the bottom, and I was about to take a hopper down. w r m T V U2 I JA, x (it ai i a4ui a 7 a Y 'il are goin' to sled this even- T JldJ I f" name of a dog or a cat, or a mule, for otf" f when, all of a suddlnt, I got a awful i;" ,fcang on the ear. The snow was meltin' -and the snowball that Joe had hit me '. J. with was good 'n hard, I kin tell you. -! "I was mighty quick gettin' after Joe. nut Joe was even quicker gettin" 'way , from me. Right down the other side , of the hill he skipped, with me a-goln' , Xull tilt after. But the other side o' the t", top he slipped and begun to roll. Say !j jlie didn't turn! I couldn't tell is legs trora 'is arms and 'is head. The snow was stlckln' like sixty, too, so's Joe -oo t collected heaps of it on him. Troubles Ambite lar j QLY for naught had L., all the plans of this little pear, whose ambi tions were to be something greater than a common drawing on a .mate. Ly the aid of rnagie, it had been changed into birds and fish and animals, but always had it come to grief. - . , "li I can only become a human being," thought the pear, "my troubles And immediately the pear DID become a Farmer Man, but, alas! a man who had no other ambition than to draw pictures of pears on a slate. But the Farmer Man is not such a bad sort of person, after all Tie goin to, continue the drawing lessons which Polly Evans has been giv jr.g with the help of the Ambitious Pear. And before long several more of these lessons will appear-ones that little girls and boys will have no trouble in copying in their drawing books. came a strange tugging at her and her "cough" seemed more like a sob than ever, but she responded cheerily: Good evening. Mr, Rhodes, and a Merry Christmas to you!" Hearing a thump upon the roadway, she faced about, to see that one of the Christmas trees had rolled from the wagon. "Oh. Mr. Rhodes!" she cried. But the wagon was fast retreating amid a rat tle and clatter, so that the man did not hear. For a moment Just a moment, mtnd you! Myra was tempted. She lived nnly a few rods distant, you know; it would have been an easy matter to drag the tree home, and no one would be the wiser. A feeling of chame, how ever, succeeded the thought. No. Mr. Rhodes must certainly have his tree back. "If he doesn't sell it this evening, he won't sell it at all," thought she. So the tiny miss, without more ado. seized the branches of the little tree and dragged it back over the way she had come. It was at least a half mile to Mr. Rhodes' store in town, so that it was a weary little girl who dropped her burden before the astonished Mr. Rhodes. "You're a --rood girl. Myra, and thoughtful," said the man. when Myra had explained. "By the way, are you going to have a tree?" "No." I guess not," said the wee lass, rubbing the mist from her eyes. "Weil, I say you ARE." was the stout reply of the kind Mr. Rhodes. "I'm go ing to send Jim around this evening with the biggest one. I have left," added he. Mr. Rhodes was as good as his word. A few hours later Myra's heart over flowed with Joy as she looked upon a tree gleaming with all the gilt and tin sel of last year's trimmings. "Well, when I finally caught up to Joe he looked like one big snowball, out o' which stuck a head and arms and legs. It most killed me with laughln'! Goh! but I'd uh had a dandy chance to punch Joe's head then, but my laughln' had chased all the madness away, and, after awhile. I helped pry Joe out. "After that the name of 'Snowball' etiick like the snow that once covered Joe. He doesn't like it much, neith. 'Deed, you can't blame him. 'cause i a awful name for a feller to have. in'fs - it?" 6T-NOPSI3 OP PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS. A Ronald Buelow, a lad of 14. Is In poor health. h Is Invited br his Uncle Hubert to atnd torn tlms la Nova Scotia. Ths hoy's mother consents, and Ronald departs from New York, accompanied by his sister Florence. Together with Cousin Dovflas, they pui several delightful days, at the end of whloh time Florence returns home and bougiu leaves for hie school. In Hal ifax. Meanwhile. Uncle Hubert has taken Ronald away with him upon a hunting- and fishing trip In the wilds of Nova Scoria. Cainp Howling- Wolf la established. Here he learns much of woodcraft. His uncle teaches him the mysteries of trout fishing. Then Douglas Joins them for a day's shoot ing of woodcock and snipe. Not so very lone afterward Uncle Hubert kills a bear tn a thrilling hunt. (CONTINUED FROM LAST SUNDAY.) CHAPTER VII ON THE TRAIL OF THE MOOSE. S" EVERAL weeks of winter had gone by, but still the- hunters lingered in the 'wilderness. They had to send the guide to Uncle Hubert's cottage for warmer clothing. This, however, was all that was needed for comfort. Inasmuch as roaring fires could be made within the cozy log cabin, and plenty of exercise was to be had out of doors during the day. Upon a certain afternoon, when a heavy covering of snow lay on the ground, there came a sleet, followed by warmer weather and a slight fall of rain. Then the wind veered to the north, bringing with It a piercing cold. The result was that soon a gleaming cloak of Ice was spread over the land scape. The reflected light of the sun, glowing crimson in its setting. Imparted a flaming brilliance to the Icy, gem-in-crusted surfaces. When next morning arrived the hunt ers found that no longer were the skies somber and dull as in the winter weeks preceding. Instead, the air was clear and yet not so cold as to cause Intense discomfort "Want go moose hunting? Yard not far away," grunted John, the Micmac Indian guide, at breakfast time. "Oh, let's do, uncle!" cried Ronald, his eyes shining with anticipation. Uncle Hubert could not refuse Ron ald's appeal, although he feared tha unt might tax the strength of the lad. I' n hour later the party, including Uncle Hubert. Ronald. John and Peter. had donned their snowshoes, laced with caribou skin, and -were on their way toward the moose "yard." which John II bout YOUR dolly, of course, was called Into being by some winsome fairy or by good old Santa Claus. There's no doubt of it. But long, long ago, the demands, of the Little People for dollies grew so in number that Santy threw up his hands in despair. Then the Grown-ups of the world came to the rescue, and thousands and thou sands of dollies they made and gave to Santa Claus. There was no other way out of the difficulty, you know, for on Earth the Little People reign .supreme. They wanted doll babies; so they must have them, whether mere Grown Folk liked it or not. And now all over the world you find dollies being made. In the far North, amid perpetual ice and snow, the little Laplander and the Esquimaux play with cunning dollies dressed in wes, furry garments: In southern Africa, Australia and the southernmost isles of the Pacific other little girls fondle dol lies Just as lovingly; while in every clime between Princess Dolly holds her sway. Indeed, big factories for mak ing dolls are run busily in Germany, France, Russia, Austria - Hungary, America, and even in Japan. Govern ments realize how very Important the needs of the Little Folk are, so that in Germany and Russia schools have been established not for the teaching of such trifling studies as reading, 'rittng and 'rlthmetic, but to teach people how to make dollies that will satisfy the most critical among the Little People. The district of Thuringla, in Germany, has best earned the name of Toyland. In Sonneberg and Neustadt, where is the center of the industry, doll-making has been carried on for hundreds and hundreds of years1. Naturally, there Is a great difference between the rough, rudely carved dolly turned out centuries ago and the well-formed, nicely jointed doll of today. Many Improvements were made during tha nineteenth century. In place of the straight arms and legs. THE MOOSE AT BAY said be had. found about three miles beyond. "When the snow falls very heavily," explained Uncle Hubert, "the moose Is unable to travel with ease. So a band of them usually gathers in the hollow of some protected hillside, where they may , feed upon the sprigs and tips of maple, mountain ash, witherod, moosewood, white hazel and other deciduous trees. The moose always travel in single- file through these yards, one of which may be half a mile square, so that you will find the tracts interlaced with narrow paths." Presently the hunters came upon the yard, approaching with the great est caution, for even during feeding time the deer is exceedingly wary. They feed from daybreak until about II o'clock, then rest until about 3 or 4 o'clock, when again, they browse. But at the slightest noise of twigs breaking or snow crackling under foot, or if they gain one smell of tainted air, away they speed, rarely . topping until about thirty miles have been covered. v JOHN FINDS A MOOSE TRAIL However, the yards were deserted, although John, after examining sev eral of the saplings which had been sadly mutilated and the tracks of the moose. Insisted that they had de parted quite recently. Afl3 a few minutes, later he pointed out the tracks of a great bull moose, which he declared to have been made within the last few hours. Taking up the trail, the Indian fol lowed It tirelessly. It seemed that the moose had been In no great hurry. He had immediately proceed ed from the yard into a forest of black pine, through which he had traveled slowly, feeding by the way. At last, when two miles had been swiftly traveled, the Indian ex claimed: "Moose know hunters. Goes faster." attached to the doll's body at hips and shoulders, properly Jointed limbs were introduced; finer material Was used for the hair, and even talking dolls were Invented, while special attention came to be given to her ladyship's wardrobe. Let us glance through one of the prin cipal doll factories of Sonneberg the Samhammer establishment where mill ions of dolls are turned out each year and sent chiefly to America and to Lon don. All kinds of dollies are made here: wax (though comparatively few), com position (papier-mache, porcelain, etc.), rag. Jointed, talking, and so on. The separate parts of the dolls are made either in small factories or the homes of workers, and then all put together in the large factory. One man will make only hands, another heads and another forearms. Sometimes the com position of which the heads are made is prepared by home workers and moulded Into shape In the factory. Usu ally the faces are made of a composi tion which is both unbreakable and washable, while some of the limbs are of composition, and others1 of wood ' cleverly turned Into shape. Of various materials are the bodies made, the best Polly I The prints of the comparatively mall hoofs stretched farther and farther apart, bearing out the In dian's statement. "His hoofs are so sharp that they cut right through this crust," said Uncle Hubert; "otherwise we would stand not the ghost of a chance to catch up with him." Indeed, after a while they saw splotches of blood on the snow, where the sharp, Icy crust had cut Into the hocks of the animal. Soon after this the tracks led to a stream, uncov ered by Ice, along which the wily moose had apparently traveled some distance. John, at hazard, went some distance upstream, and was rewarded by finding the tracks of the moose on the other side. For another half hour the party went steadily onward. Sud denly the hoofprlnts turned from the forest and led straight across a broad expanse of a frozen lake surface. THEY CROSS THE LAKE While the party -were unfastening their snowshoes, in order to run the better with their moccasins, Peter breathed Into Ronald's ear: "Generally speakln', the moose won't go across Ice, because It slips so bad ly, but I s'pose its hocks are cut so badly that It wants to get rid of the pain." When the lake was crossed the way led to a tract of "barren," covered with small shrubs and great boulders. Uncle Hubert pointed to the marks of the moose's teeth by the side of the trail. "The moose only stops to take a mouthful of snow when he's badly pushed," said he. Presently they were encouraged by the sight of the animal itself. Stand ing close against a high cliff, with raised antlers and steaming breath, he bade defiance to his pursuers. He was a magnificent animal, and he presented such a noble appearance that' Honald for a moment regretted the shot from Uncle Hubert's rifle which sent the beast crashing1 to the' earth. The moose measured at least eight feet In height to the shoulder, and his antlers spread nearly five feet, weighing, so Uncle Hubert said, about seventy pounds, while the moose it self he Imagined must weigh over three-quarters of a ton. After cutting off the kntlers and what other parts of the carcass Uncle Hubert said they would need, the party, weary but exultant, retraced their steps toward camp. (CONCLUDED NEXT SUNDAY.) ctories being covered with kid and stuffed with wool. Cheaper ones are covered with linen and stuffed with wood-wool or hay. Women make the hair, using chiefly mohair; they design and make the frocks and coats; and little girl ap prentices are often employed to dress the dollies. Scattered through the forest about Sonneberg are Innumerable tiny wooden houses, themselves resembling toys. Here many Grown Folk labor Industri ously, for they must pay a toll of 8000 dolls a day which the Little People have demanded. And to watch these workers there are thousands of the Lit tle Folk's representatives sturdy, rosy cheeked boys In clattering wooden shoes and yellow-hatred little girls. These boys and girls are very stern in their supervision, mind you. For, If they ex amine a doll and find It stupid looking and not at all nice, the Man-Worker is told about It pretty quickly, and has to do it over, too. Oh, these same rosy cheeked little girls know everything there is to know about dollies. They will tell you that dolly Is never alive while she Is In a factory or a shop or a ' store only when she becomes the property of her mistress and that the beat way to make a dolly REALLY alive is to whisper a little magic rhyme, which you may be able to persuade ner to tell you, if you'll promise to keep it a secret. Wagons travel through the forest once a week, collect the dolls and take them to a market city. - Twice a year there is held at Lelpsio a great doll fair, which lasts ten days. Realizing how very proud and haughty the dollies are, the Grown-ups have erected large build ings for their comfort, and here reside for a time dollies made in all part of Germany. Merchant Men from different countries visit the exhibition, and -look -carefully over the dollies, with a view to selecting those - which will best please their Little People at home. (CONCLUDED NEXT SUNDAY.) i r i 1; d J Mrffb f 1 pssssssr Ay I mm, ALONE in tha room with his Christ mas tree, Blllleboy's searching glance roved free . Over each toy and ornament; And a feeling of Joy and deep content Arose as he saw each treasure theje His sled and his horn and a Teddy bear. An engine that traveled with a scream and roar. When you wound it, across from door to door. Revealed by the rays of the candlelight. Baubles of wonderful hues gleamed bright Upon the Christmas tree; Quickly he raised his eyes to see What strange, funny manikin It could be Perching above on the topmost twig. And Blllleboy's eyes grew round and big As the queer little elfin sprite, Grinning so broadly In roguish de light. Tickled Immensely at Blllleboy's fright. Shrilled in a tone uncanny quite: "The Spirit of Dancing am I, am I To prove It I'll certainly try, I'll try." TRw Shnstmas lifliMS TOWSER already had eaten a nice Christmas dinner, but hardly an hour had passed before he was ready for another. He knew wtiere he could get another, too. Hadn't he seen a plump turkey which cook had laid on aiiW l . - ta I "A PLUMP TURKEY" the wiudowsill of the pantry T The trouble was, however, that if he got THAT turkey he would also get a beat ing, and cook's beatings weren't very pleasant. How should he go about stealing the TICKED SNIP UP" s turkey and avoid, a whipping at the same time 7 Ah, there was little Snip, quietly sleeping on the bench below the window. Without further hesitation. Towser leaped upon the sill and dragged the turkey to a place of safety TOWSER RAN AWAY that Is, where it would be safe for HIM. And In another Instant he had pleked Snip up by the scruff of the neck and -had placed! him beside tha eon- t J$?CJS m $k C? I Is Co W St 1 , "A The slf disappeared In tha time of m And Billieboy only could ponder, and think The manikin only a dream A nightmare It surely would seem. Ho took down the drum, through which the elf flopped, And right down beside it he suddenly, dropped To play a brisk rub-a-dub, To roll out a rub-a-dub-dub; When, lo and behold l at the stirring sound The soldiers and Noah's ark beasts came round, And they merrily danced a Jig Yes, a woodeny, rlcketty Jig. "Oh, a magical drum have I, have I!" But hardly did Billieboy utter the cry Than an elfin face popped from the head of the drum And silenced the ippitty-lppitty-ffum. "The Spirit of Dancing am I, am I; Away from here quickly I fly, I fly!' The elf sped away with this partial gay. Now soldiers and Noah's ark beasts all stay Woodeny quiet should Billieboy plajr A Jig on his magical drum today. empty platter where the turkey had lain. Now Snip had also eaten a great, big dinner, but when there was beside him such delicious drippings from the tur key he could not help licking the dish. "PULLED DOWN THE FOWL" He was licking his chops In thankful ness for such a splendid dessert, when cook came upon htm. Cook ought to have known that such a tiny puppy could never In the world have eaten an immense turkey. But cook didn't stop "BESIDE THE PLATTER" to think. She simply Imagined that Snip had stolen the turkey. So she beat him untij the puppy cried and whim pered In pain. Meanwhile, as Towser devoured the turkey in his hiding place, he chuckled "SHE BEAT THE PUPPY" In glee 'at th sounds of the punishment he had 1 brought upon poor, , Innocent Snip. .. . . . , i
