Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-06-12
CHILDREN'S CORNER.
School Master GrinbQas.
ADAPTED FROM THE GERMAN.

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Frank who gave his mother great anxi-
from school and playing in the street.
Once, when he was running away q
violent wind blew, whirling the dust
high in the air, and Franks mother
cried ahgrily as she leaned out of the
window
"Come, o wlirlwind, whrlwind wild.
Bear away this naughty child;
Take him, BOrcas, in your care,
For he drives his mother to despair"
The mother did not think the whirl.
wind would mind what she said, she
only wanted to frighten Frank; but
the whirlwind is grim old fellow, who
takes everybody in earnest, and hip.
hurrah he seized the boy and was
rushing off with him when tho mother
cried: Stop, stop! My CHILD. my
child !" But it was to late; the whirl-
wind would not hear. He flew so fast,
and there was such rushing and a
roaring that everything swan around
Frank. He had no idea what hap
pened to him until he was jounced
down upon q great, high rock, and
heared the whirlwind say in his hoarse
voice:
" Schoolmaster Grimbus, come and SEQ
Tho naughty child bring to thee,
Instead Of studying in school,
He plays all day by the geese's pool,
1nto thy hands give another
Bad boy who will not mind his mother"
Saint G1imbus came out of his her.
mitage with o rod in hand as tall and
as rough as himself, and said in grim
voice:
"Ihank .you, thank you, whirlwind Wild,
For this idle, naughty child;
This birch-rod will stop his glee
1.-The plays his pranks with me-"
Frank was frightened almost to
death at these words, and dumb with
terror, he gazed at the rod, which in
imagination, he already felt dancing
around his shoulders. Saint Grimbus
seemed very horrible to the boy-With
his long thin hands, his grim face and
his tall, gray cap, upon which, in great,
black letters, stood A, B, G. Gray
must have been his favorite color, for
he wore q gray coat, long gray vest
with short brooches of the same hue,
and long gray stockings. Oh, he
looked like dark, lowering rain cloud!
Ever SO much more stern and cross
than the old schoolmaster ut home,
whose birch-rod our Frank had so often
tasted.
The whlrlwind had long since rushed
past, and Saint Grimbus said: "Come,
come, my lad, we will begin school al
once. Then he lead the way to the
weather-beatsn old school-house in
which he lived, and Frank sadly fol.
lowed. The school-house was the only
building in sight, and all else that met
Franks eye was poor vegetable gar.
den behind the house and high stone
wall. In every nook and corner Saint
Grimbus had painted great black let.
ters, and under each row of letters,
hung rod--not q very pleasant sight,
you may be sure.
Within the school room oil was Just
as cheerless as without. There were
no pictures, no flowers; thick iron bars
closed and darkened the windows, and,
beside the kermit, there was not hui.
man soul on the cliff, which was called
the Schoolmaster's Rock.
Schoolmaster Grimbus when on the
earth had won such renown for train
ing idle, naughty children that he had
been made q saint, and sent here tt
this rock to teach and train these in
corrigible children whom the whirl
wind brought him-from time to time
He could not endure cheerful surround
ings and merry ways, and oil the little
folks given into his keeping must lear1
in gloom and terror.
There was no bell to ring the school.
hours in and out, no clock to measure
the time; but Saint Grimbus, the most
Panctual of beings, sang oft the hours
day and night, and for every hour he
had an especial rhyme. Here are few
of the old fellows rhvmoa ,ul,inl, .uor1