The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-02-14
ling Star and Catholic Messenger.
81 oRIEANs. sUNgAY. FEBRUARY II. ISIS.
JUVENILE COLUMN.
bEopLE WHO NEVER GO TO scHoo.

Bly,. while hunting around the sitting
~ to find his school books one morning.
You needn't go to school If YOU don't
81 to, my son." said Mr.. Dean quietly
lag down his newspaper.
Barry looked astonished for moment,
lem burst out: -,
k8E kimes ri have !" and off he bounded,
- shout, to tell Nellie, that he was
going to school any more.
ell, you may be Ounce then II You
b said Nellie "for my part, prefer to
W something )" and she walked off with
IA Dean was o peculiar man. He had
~ of letting his children learn by their
n Experience, and did not 30 much gov
1 4hem, as teach them to govern them
sfesry had q grand time that morning
sszsf he pers1aded himself that be had
ER0nch he had to admit to himself, that
avin9 alone wasn't go nice as having
"a one to play with. After dinner, Mr..
~, aaeked him if he'd like to ride that
.efcsB4on.
m ant to show you some people who
go to school, but spend their lives
I Dr. a good time,' as you boys say. If
IRE to spend your life 80, of course
III people are those you will like best,
Il I've with"
what sort of people are they, father 7"
ked Harry with interest.
sf6 you'll see !" was the reply, as they
81 out to the buggy.
ley rode through very pleasant
Ids and over rolling prairies for about
h miles, when, as they came near small
III opening, Harry was surprised to see
3sfather drive up to tree and prepare to
Ills horse.
Why do you stop here, fatherP" he
inst in that grove are the people we
me to see,n answered Mr.. Dean.
Harry looked more closely, and saw
req or four wigwams.
20, Indians - he said.
ssTes,n answered his father, "Indians are
8 f>nly people know of, who never go to
neol-even when they have chance
Ia That is the life you have chosen"
TIE horse was now tied, and they drew
|aeer. There were several wigwams,
III of broad pieces of bark laid against
IfHS stuck in the ground. The poles came
chfmney. Out of each one came thin
noke, which was sign that it was near
PIPER time.
NJ. Dean went up to the door and told
Aszy to look in.
3n'the middle of a hut was fire, and
EeF it hung black kettle with some
s9rib'e smelling stuff boiling in it. A
Fky looking squaw was attending to the
skSle, and driving out dogs and children
Esrnately. She didn't look much like
d dainty Indian maiden you've seen
iaged wrappings.
N&r from it. An old calico jacket and
ctr petticoat were her clothes, and q
aEknl looking blanket lay there ready to
) put over her, when she had finished her
oTE.
The men outside were lounging around,
,ch wrapped in blanket. Some were
aDking, but most of them were not even
ing that. Sitting or lying around, they
'emed like so many dogs. They paid no
;taptiop to the visitors, so they walked
lsssshd at their leisure.
When the meal was ready, they had the
|easure of seeing how they took it. The
.uAW merely took the kettle off the fire
81 food it on the ground. The family
:U&tsed around it, each putting his hands
ia the dish and helping himself, and each
'enaipg to try to see how fast he could
M htmself
ssXan see the women too have a tolerably
ssr time Harry" said Mr.. Dean "no
'sliss to wash only when nothing but the
61es remain in the pot, to stand it out for
Is dogs to lick, and then it's ready for the
lx neal"
Eat what makes it smell 80 horrid in
d Wjgwam 2" asked Harry.
Partly the oil in which they cook their
EAT. By the way, wouldn't you like to
kA it ?" and Mr.. Dean started to go in,
"a larry took his arm.
no, father! please don't; should
.sk&i"
AR. Dean smiled.
The smell comes partly from that.
sxklg from the dried fl sh hanging from the
10, partly from the dogs, and partly
nm tie Indians themselves"
slSEell, I'm sure never want to put my
Sad in again." said Harry.
IEisn't very pleasant Let US go and
rklat those papooses."
Sure enough, hanging from low tree
by, were two or three Indian babies.
DO you know how they take care of In
ID babies3 They take a board little
seen than tho poor little thing, lay the
on it, and wind cloth around the
The poor little thing is all bound
Jar to his chin, arms and legs alike
8 and there it stays all day, looking
.eunc, but never crying. Sometimes it
sEgs on tree or bush, sometimes stand
against rock, and sometimes hanging
the mothers back, with their droll
and sharp black eyes peeping out on
Eorld.