The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1880-04-14
A Little Trnmn.


Do The other day country boy made pa
thetic appeal TO q Union Square park police.
man in the heart of New York. The boy had
been gazing at the policeman's star from
safar, and at last came to the conclusion that
he was a man of authority in the town. The
policeman had kept an, eye on the boy, too,
so there was good deal Of interest worked
up between the man and boy before they had
any communication. At last the boy timidly
approached the policeman and asked him
where he could get something to eat and
place TO sleep, for he was hungry and tired.
He was bright looking little fellow, but he
was evidently weary and worn, and travel
soiled, and from the country. He was lost in
town. and fingered round the Union Square
as country spot-an oasis in the desert Of
pavement and walls and familiar friend in
solitude of sthronging strangers. The po-
iiceman did not beat the boy with his club
and tell him to move on, as we sometimes
read of policemen dong to little tramps On
the contrary, he kindly placed the urchin in
the hands of an officer of the Society for the
Prevention Of Cruelty to Children. In an
swer to inquiries, the little fellow gave all of
his history that he knew, and explained his
presence in New York in very interesting
manner. His story was this:
envy name is Joseph Blowers, and am / 3
years Of age can't read or write, but /
know how to spell my name and few little
words. / wss born somewhere up by the
White mountains. NV mother died eight
years ago and my father died two years ago.
Before he died he gave me away to a farmer
named Jacob VOorhis, who lives at
Galena, at the foot of the White noun
tains. l had to work about the farm, and
had TO take care of seven cows and milk them
morning and evening. Mr.. Voorhis never
sent me to school, and as / wanted to learn
something made up my mind to go away
and zee if could not do something else, so
that could go to school. So l left Mr..
Voorhis, and I've walked nearly all the way
| from the White mountains to New York,
| which I've heard was big city. Sometimes
I've managed TO get ride on the way. 1t
was long tramp here, but wanted TO go to
school. and l heard that they had big schools
here. want To get something to do to pay
my way, so that can learn something"
There are bad boys in New York who
sometimes ''play it" upon good people, and
| prove 10 be among the things that "are not
| always what they SEEM" Joe did not look
| like one of them, and his air and appearance
| proved bis whole story, but the officer wished
4 W ulhho heeuIduCo VOuUl1 sure, 50 Nc lOOh
| the boy out for walk and managed to lose
him IN crowd, while he observed Joe's
movements from q convenient hiding place
The poor boy ran up and down in terror at
having lost his guide, like little stray dog
hunting his master. He was again cropping
helplessly and hopelessly in the solitudes OF
the multitudes, and evidently knew nothing
| of the streets of New York.
This knowledge or ignorance was what
the officer wished to test, and being satisfied
he again appeared before the lost boy like 8
messenger dropped from the clouds Joe
was overjoyed, and the friend of the child
rem was satisfied that Joseph Blowers, the
White mountain boy, was not little fraud
A boy who at the age of 1S, orphaned
and ignorant, finding the time of education
slipping by, walks from the White noun
tains TO New York to hunt the better life
has in him the kind of stuff of which grea
men are made. Ben. Franklin strolled int
Philadelphia, then tine metropolis o
the country. munching his penny loaf; Hor
ace Greedy numbered into New York greer
country gawk, and Joe Blowers, a it'll
tramp, may make a big history for all any
body knows.