Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-03-03
Grandfather Lickshinqle,s Stories.

| ulanulatner Llcksnlngle is very old.
His hair is silvered with the frosts of
many winters, and his eyes have long
since lost their lustre. His step is slow
and tottering, and when his cane is mis-
laid, which is often the case, he cannot
walk alone. 1t is then that the children
help him to the window where he can
look out over the fields, for he grows tired
of gazing into the fire and dreaming of
days and years gone by. The only facul-
ty which the dear old man has retained
unimpaired is his memory. This is as
clear as sunlight He remembers as it
were but yesterday events which occur
red when he was boy bent over his ia !.
theirs knee. Grandfather Lickshingle
loves to tell of the strange things which
happened in these early days, and the
children never weary listening to them.
Every evening he gathers them close
| about his knees so they can hear his fee
| BILE voice, and tells them story. Last
nighthe recounted this bit of history:
This" began grandpa, "will be a
story of Lo, the poor Indian, whose I'M
tutorcd mind sees grog in clouds and
smells it in the wind. It was in the
summer of 1921. I was a small boy, not
much larger than Charley here"
oh, how jolly exclaimed Charley,
clapping his chubby hands
Whatter yer soy?" yelled grandpa
savagely, at the same time rapping Char
ley on the hand to keep him quiet.
My father" continued grandpa, "was
heavy-handed son Of a gunsmith, but
was himself far ner, preferring that vo-
cation to that OF his father He used to
put me to picking brush when he would
be at work, and keeping the INDIANS away
from our dinner-bucket We lived in a
bowling wilderness where the Indians
were always hungry and troublesome.
Ihey pretended to own the land, but
when you asked them to show a deed
they could not begin to do it. The
| houses which people occupied in those
days were the most primitive structures
imaginable, being made nearly altogether
of poles and bark. They were sorry
looking affairs, indeed, and reflected
great discredit upon the architects and
builders.
They contained but one room and fire
| place, which occupied one side of the
room. There were no frost steps to scrub
| every morning, and no chandelier in the
parlor. That was the style of all the
| houses with but one exception. We
built q seven-story brown-stone front, with
an absured roof, and hot and cold water
up and down stairs. We had velvet car
pets all over the house, and also light
lng-rods. Our place was the wonder of
the country. AS soon as we could clear
offland enough we had croquet ground,
private trotting-park and boulevard.
| We had silver plated door bell and two
stone dogs that laid on the front porch
and looked savage if tramps came up the
gravel walk. One day an old Indian sat
on stump a short distance from the
house, and tried his sweetest to whistle
! the stone dogs over to him. The dogs
wouldn't 60. Then he got some meat
| and held it up so they could have seen it
if they had not been stone blind, and call
ed them all kinds Of pet names. The
dogs were not only blind to the meat, but
they were deaf to tlattery.
Then the Indian had recourse to MIS-
cradle swindle. He kicked the stump,
scratched in the ground with his fingers
and cried ''rats, rats, ratsp' Not being
ratters, the dogs didn't prick up their
ears and run over to the stump as if they
had been shot out of cannen. This
shows that craven image isn't likely to
lose its presence of mind, even in a mo-
ment of the most intense excitement.
When the dogs didn't take any notice of
the red man he got mad and swore at
them, and told them to get out.
One day book agent came along, and
told the Indians that the dogs were made
of stone, and couldn't bite the fees that
infested them. After that the cussed
redskins used to come out of the woods
in droves, sneak up to the porch and
play wretched tunes on the door bell.
When the servant would 90 to the door
they would say they had come to borrow
the smoothing-irons, or something like
that. The truth was they only wanted to
ring the bell, because they couldn't afford
any thing of the kind themselves. An
Indian is great liar and dearly loves
his GIN
Here grandfather fell asleep and began
to snore, when papa said that grandfather
had been associated with the Indians a
great deal when he was young.
Mamma said, "Well, l should
think he had!'
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