The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-11-15

she might make the stllfnng and prepare
the turkey, task she had never under
taken. The twenty pound fowl was
brought from the wood-house by Peggy
where she had been picking its feathers,
| A pile of newspapers were lighted on the
hearth, and, the turkey being properly
singed, Helen, knife In hand, began her
work.
ooh what crop!' said Arthur
"that old fellow filed himself full OF
corn before his throat was cut. (" sCome
rest in this bosom, said the turkey to
the stufing," sang Daisy. Helen re-
moved crop and entrails from the fine,
fat fowl, and washed him inside and out;
then stuffed him full Of savory dressing,
that filed the kitchen with an odor
"iust like Christmas" as Daisy said.
"Now I must take the liver and heart
and gizzard and place them in water
ready to be boiled and chopped for the
gravy" spoke Helen, and Peggy was
called to bring saucepan.
"Oh my what cook r shouted
Alex, as Daisy whispered something to
him. Then she ran to her mother and
asked her to step over and look at the
gizzard as it lay in the saucepan. All
hands began laughing, except Helen,
who was ready to cry as Arthur said ::
"I'll tell Cousin Florence;~I guess she
won't eat any Of that gravy" Mrs.
Maynard came to the rescue and ex-
planned to Helen that the gizzard must
be cut open and something taken out-a
fact she had quite forgotten.
BY 4 o'clock that day all things were
arranged for the next days dinner.
Mince and pumpkin pies were baked, the
plum pudding ready for steaming, the
turkey in the cellar prepared for roast
ing, and the ham boiled, skinned and
stuck with cloves. There was to be
rousing chicken pie, and roasted
ducks besides, and jelies and nuts
and apples in profusion. A big
wood fire was cracking on the hearth
in the sitting room, giving the apartment
a delightful aspect Of comfort. All
things were in readiness to receive the
city visitors, which the 5-o'clock train
was to bring It was not without tears
and an aching heart that Mrs. Maynard
cIasped to her heart the dead sisters
child. Florence's mother, Mrs. May
nard's only sister, had been dead but
three months, and the wound was fresh
and sore that had been caused by this
loss; yet with Christian fortitude Mrs.
Maynard bore her grief resignedly, and
resolved to make the anniversaries of
festivity as happy for her niece and
brother-in-law as possible. That even
ing each child was reminded not to for
get in the morroW's merrymaking to give
thanks to God for His many mercies,
and In tenderness and sympathy the
little motherless child was taught how
Gods chastisements are often for our
good
Thanksgiving morning broke clear and
cold over the village of NJ. The family
at Rose Farm were ready for church by
10 o'clock, when the four seated wagon
was driven to the door, and, wrapped
we'll in robes, all were taken two miles
to church. Daisy said red noses were
fashionable that day; and SO it seemed.
An impressive sermon and a generous
collection for the poor, and our party
were taken home. "What shall we do
before dinner, Helen?" said Alex. "We
will walk down to poor lame Joe's and
carry the basket mamma has filed for
his dinner. [ think our own dinner will
taste better after that. :" And off they
started, each with something for lame
Joe.
God bless the dear children /" the
old man said, as they grouped around
his bedside in the little hut by the hill.
Helen unpacked the substantials and
mince pie. OldJoe's wife put on her hood
to go for Granny Thompson to come and
share that delicious dinner. After q
brisk run home the children sat down
with the family at Rose Farm to dinner.
Alex said he wished to serve the gravy,
as it was a new kind called ssgizzard
gravy, and only Helen knew how to
make it. This caused shout to begin
with, and, of course, Uncle Dick and
Cousin Florence had to be let into the
secret. All did ample justice to the good
dinner, and Daisy said she would have
to run around before she could eat plum
pudding. Dinner ended, the children
started for the skating pond, where they
| whirled on it's icy surface till dark. Then
began the games. "Blind mans buff"
hide and seek" all over the house,
when Uncle Dick hid Alex in a bolster
case, placed him on the bed, and stood
the pillows on him, and such hunt as
there was for him When found he de-
clared he was nearly smothered and
would never be bolster again.
Ten o'clock found the young folks at
Rose Farm tired out, and as the family
assembled for prayers all agreed it had
been delightful Thanksgiving.
Turkeys.
At this season of the year, a great
many people, young and old, are think
ing of turkeys, or rather of turkey; for
it is not so much as a fowl, but as the
chief dish at dinner, that we think of our
1 gobb1ino friend. PERHAPS. th0uoh II ia