Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1872-01-10

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Sure enough, it was n poor, shivering,
little Brazilian monkey.
a bit of broken chain dangling from q
belt around his waist told his story. The
eternal organ in the street the black
bearded, heartless Italian.
Poor little runaway Poor little vagrant!
He seemed to know that he had found
brothers in misfortune when he thrust his
timid, silky paw in Binnie's hand, and
laid his little hairy face against Tips
bosom.
The children We'd with each other in atten-
tons to the poor little wanderer. do be-
lieve that If Tip had had an apple or chest
nut Mt that moment, hungry as he was, he
would have given it to his red little Kriss
Kringle. The boys placed him between
them, and tried to snuggle him up in their
tattered clothes.
Meanwhile, the snow drifted and drifted
right under the shed where the Migrants
lay. II began TO pile itself up about them
on all sides, and it chung to every proiec-
ton of their persons. The air grew colder
and colder. Closer and closer the three
houseless creatures drew together, until
great drowsiness fell upon them and the
sough of the storm sounded farther and
farther off, and sleep and snow covered
them.
Then dream came to Binnie and Tip.
Red little Kriss Kringle jumped up sud
denly from his rest in their bosom, clad in
the brightest iinery. a wondrous white
egrets plume waved in his cap, and he
wore a breastplate of diamonds. His red
coat was redder than the blossom of the
wild Lobelia, and his sword was hilted
with gold. Then he said to the boys,
"Boys, We have been very kind to me, and
sheltered me when it was cold, so now ye
shall come with me to the sweet land of
"a W ho1 in
shine for ever and ever!p
Then he led them down to the wharf
near by, where, moored among the black
hulls of the ships, they found beautiful
golden boat, so bright with many-colored
flags that it seemed as if her tall masts had
swept the rainbows from the sky. Fairy
| music sounded as the sails were set, and
| they sailed and sailed and sailed until they
| landed on the sweet Southern shore.
| There they found strange trees with
leaves of satin and fruits of gold. Won
derful birds shot like stars from Dough to
bough. The rivers sang like musical in
struments. From the limbs of the trees
trailed brilliant tapestries of orchideOus
| flowers, which, with their roots in the air,
| sucked the sunlight into their secret veins,
! until their blossoms were covered with the
| splendor of Day.
! Here red little Krss Kringle led them to
| the foot of q huge tree covered with white
flowers, and made them lie down while he
fed them with fruits of a magical flavor.
! The sun shone cheerfully on their heads.
The birds sang their pleasant songs. The
huge tree raned its white blossoms on
them, as they dropped off to sleep, weary
with delight, until they reposed beneath n
coverlet of snow.
When the first day of the New Year
dawned, and the grocers boy came from
his bed behind the -four barrels to take
down the shutters, he saw a mound OF
snow close by the side of the coal-bin. He
brought the shovel to take it away, and
the first stroke disclosed the three little
Migrants lying stark and stiff, EMBODIED in
each others arms. Every Saturday.