The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-10-26

where Mt Equinox towers 80 grandly
up to The blae sky
Bulda-bah wasn't At al good natur-
Of He had only lived few ages aud
hadn't got the good out Of existence at
81. when be became 50 ennuied with
I life. SO i'll tempered, aud with al 30 la
~, that the iairies. his tiny, obediont
little servants began 20 whisper-imag-
inc wha; the whispers o. a fairy must
have been 7 among themselves that
this kind q thing couldn't be endured
much longer
Why the lazy old fellow wouldn't ey-
en- lace up bis own shoes Imagine
his obedient little wallets de chambre"
stationed in gangs Of three up the en-
tire length Of his immense war shoes.
ready TO haul up the ponderous string
from one hole TO another. and when the
work was accomplished, and the knot
was tied, siI Of them took their places
at either end Of the double bow knot
and pulled a kind Of "beaye-ho" for
few minutes TO tighten the knot
couldn't begin to tell you all the
cruel things be done.
Why, one day, he got so enraged be-
cause button wasnt sewed on-dear
gentlemen, re@eaber the ancestral con-
noction l-thst he eAse grab or two,
just as the boys catch flies, you know,
and caught FIVE os six hundred OF them
when he buried. keried aliUe and said
he wanted To Sss what kind OF crop
would grow-sad. my iliend, you will
hardly believe ne--but those fairies
were pleated just where Manchester
Seminary now stande. on the hill.
Now you must know that the fairies
we're wonderfully united race Of peo-
pie and the news Of these horrible out
RACES travelled fast and far, and indig-
nation and terror grew in tho fairy
world
They were bound by an immuatable
oath to serve this cruel, lazy monster
as long as he lived, and how was it pos
sible to accomplish his death
Finally, after he had amused himself
for an entire day, sitting on the bank
OF the river, and skipping fairies across
TO the other side, just as the boys ekip
stones nowadays, il was decided that
mighty meeting Of the fairies should bo
held, in little hollow among the noun
tains, known throughout all fairy land
as the "Bullet Mould."
II was to be held a the full Of the
moon, while the giant was asleep. As
the time approached, through all the
land there was sound of incessant,
tiny moving, as when the wind rustles
the Autumn leaves in the sunny hol-
lows back of the house, as when the
rain patters on the roof
Az length the innumerable tiny as
sembly we're all convened and the
moon looked down into Bullet Mould"
filed and running over with the queer
est and most earnest assembly ever met
there, think. Grave and long was
their council II did not break up un-
til word was brought by swift little
courier that the giant was rousing, and
they might soon be discovered.
But while the giant slept they had
laid brave and mighty plan.
Every night the giant made his lair
on broad, level plain where Mt. Eolus
now stands; and every morning when
be awoke he dragged his lazy old bones
over to the river TO take his morning
drink.
The old curmudgeon had one virtue,
he never drank anything but cold wa
ter. and his mighty drinking cup stood
in a hollow down by the river Don't
imagine that be ever filed it for him
self All, no, that was far beneath his
dignity. far above his lazinoss. Don't
forget, dear, dignified husbands and
fathers and brothers that he was your
ancestor
No, be didn't fill it for himself; if
you had been there an hour or two be-
fore dawn yon might have seen conf
cal sight Twelve tiny ladders rested
against the big cup, and up and down
each ladder went string OF busy work
men carrying each small bucket Of
water. A jolly set they we're,
"They sung, la, La
And they laughed, ha, ha
for the giant was asleep and this was
their play time.
Now the plan that the fairies had
laid was TO the potent spell Of sleep oV-
or this morning libation, and brave
fairies we're found TO descend into the
witch cayerns and procure aid Of those
triekey spirits, and in the moonlight
wierd dance was performed around the
big cup, and strange drink was ready
for Bulda-bah in the morning.
Meanwhile every fairy who departed .
from Bullet Mould" after the grand
mass meeting vent with promise 10
come again and bring with him fifty .