Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-24

i the little house on the hill hours ago.
The dog is lifted upon one of the OK
sleds. It seems to give him new life to
hear human voice once more, and he
| tries to spring up and lick the face of
| the man who pats his shaggy
sides. Then he is down once more in
the snow, whining and barking furiousIy
'Hullo" cried the CHEEKY voice of one of
the men. "What have we herel A shot
| pouch, as live!' he cried, working at
| the string that bound it.
| Sure enough, and stranger still, in the
pouch money and a request for food. The
little message from nowhere was eagerly
passed from hand to hand.
| 81 know the dog" said one, who lust
came up. live met him hunting on the
hills yonder. BE belongs to. the young
fellow who lives with his mother in the
| old Barnes House."
"Who are they?" asked dozen at
| once,
Don't know. They came from the
| other side Ct the mountain. Only been
| there since summer"
Look at the dog! No longer dropping
and weary, he springs back and forth
| from sled to sled, whining and crouchiny
at the feet of tie men.
what is 1t, my dog? We can't 90 up
the mountain tonight; but you shall have
your I'LL and full pouch to carry home,
| my brave old fellown'
So the men say; but Hector does not
mind. Leaping through the snow, he
looks back, whines, AID nearly speaks
What a pity he cannot!
Suddenly man shouts: ssCan it be
the ohildren?'
Can it be! Is there any doubt of it,
See how the dog answers! Tumbling,
bounding, barking joyously, and the
sleds move creaking on. Through the
drifts, out of the road, over fences, slow
ly go the crowd of men, the oxen and
all. Now TO the left. What great domes
are those far out in the field by the
woods! There are two of them, and on
the windward size the snow has been
| swept away. There We see plain enough.
| They are haystacas, and where the hay
has been pulled away in as large armfuls
| as poor little Joe could take-there. in
the little playhouse which he had made,
| where Hector pokes his great black nose,
| and where papa stoops and enters there
they are-wet, hungry and nearly frozen,
but safe! And a shout goes uE, which is
carried back to the lingering searchers,
back to the farm houses. and over the
fields to the listening ones at home. Safe
from all the dangers cf that terrible dav .
Safe once more in loving arms-on papa S
breast
How they kept Thanksgiving the next
day at Upper Highlands! What! Some
one in the narrow circle of their little
township actually wanting food"
SO they questioned, ard this is the way
they answered. At early day-break on
| that Thanksgiving morning the sleds and
oxen went cut again. Off toward the
hills Is they swung along; Up, up, as far
| as the oxen could go, then on foot as best
| they could up to the old Barnes
house. And they wouldn't listen for a
moment to any answer but "yes."
Such q laughing time as they had com
| ing down to the sleds, and then such a
jolly ride across the interval and up the
the long street! And many were the
kisses old Hector got right on his big
black nose, as he rushed into this ward
and that, barking for the people to | ok
| out and see his dear master and mistress,
who were coming down to spend Thanks
giving with them.
And the dinner they had at Bessie's
home! Not in the dining-room: for, al
though the Warm sunshine OF the Indian
summer-which had been bundled up in
the hay-stack to which they had wander
ed in the binding storm-had kept the
children safe, yet the doctor wouldn't let
them go downstairs, even for Thanks
giving dinner, and so there was table
upstairs, where the children lay in their
low beds, just about big enough for
mamma and papa and Harry and his
mother. But they were so crowded that
they had TO put the plum pudding on the
bureau.
But, after all. Hector was the hero,
and bore his honors modestly, as all
heroes should. He would sit at thefoot Of
Joe's bed and fold his paws, and wait
patiently with delicious piece of turkey
on his nose, until Joe counted three; ana
then he would 90 over to Bessie's bed,
and once saw her give him piece of
white meat with cranberry sauce ali over
it.
1t certainly was the thankfulest
Thanksgiving you ever knew in all your
life. 1t was thankfulncss tn t didn't
end when the turkey and plum pudding
were eaten and when the sun went down
that day, for in the spring road was
opened up the mounsain-side and the lit
tie house on the hill was no longer lonely.
Hector Is lying in his own familiar
corner, and Harry with his arm resting
on his mothers shoulder, is looking down
into the valley, which once had seemed
so far away.
Hector, old boy, wasn't that just glo.
rlous snow storm. after ala
Hector sneezed his acquiescence.-G
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