Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1882-09-06
What Amy Found in the Carrot.

A queer old garnet, a spinning Wheel q
chest Of drawers-what nice place
Amy Gray thought so.
And the rain on the roof, what soft, GO
to-sleep sound it made But that which
interested Amy most of all, that day, was a
cows horn hanging from a nail on the gar
ret wall. 1t was known to Amy as Mulley's
horn," and had been given to her by an old
friend of her father.
at is pretty horn" thought Amy. Then
she stood watching it awhile longer I'M
mindful of the rain that tapped on the
roof and said, Go to sleep Go TO sleep,
little girl ~
The only answer Amy made was suddenly
to clap her hands, exclaiming, Yes, III
give Mulley's horn" She took it down
from the nail, wiped off the dust with a
cloth she found near the window, and took
the horn to her little bedroom. The next
day was Sunday, and all the children in
the Sunday-school had been invited to
make an offering for mission to the Indians
@ If you can't give what you would like
give what you cam" said the superintendent
He meant if they could not give dollar
then let them give what they could, though
1t might be penny.
40 DEAR" sighed Amy, "papa is poor and
don't like to ask him for money" She had
sighed all the week until that rainy Satur
day, but then she began to smile.
"Fll give my horn, 'cause-'cause he told
US to give what we could" said Amy, "that
is, If we couldn't give what we would like
The next day, Sunday, Amy appeared in
the Sunday-School room, her arms filled
with the long, gracefully curved horn. The
scholars had gathered, and Amy was BIZ
Lotto Sha uou q 1ittla uirl with q paonlia
but sweet face. Her hair was very long
and very light, and there was so much of il
that it would persist in falling down ovei
her forehead, and through this tangle, like
big blue blossoms seen through vine
Amy's sweet, wondering eyes tried to look
Down the aisle she walked very dignifedly
bearing Mulley's horn. The scholars begar
| to litter
"There goes a small goddess with he
horn of plenty" whispered one of the stu
dents from the academy.
elbow your horn and sell your fish" sale
Joe Vinton in an undertone.
"My, what crook-neck squash that ole
lady has !" whispered Billy Gadsden to {
neighbor.
Amy heard the tittering and began tc
blush. When she heard the crook-necE
speech, the tears began to swell in her big
eyes. She walked on, though, and reached
| the superintendent's desk. AS Mr.. Arnold
| saw her, he smiled as if wondering Wha
queer thing has this child brought ?"
Amy saw the smile. 1t was like the last
pull on the pumphandle that brings water
for the tears rushed out of her eyes, and sob
| bling she said, I" I-I-want to give this--tc
the Indians"
Mr.. Arnold saw his mistake, and though
he would sometimes get into bad hole, he
was exceedingly quick at expedients for get
ting out.
"My dear child, that gives me much pleas
ure. Scholars, like this better than any
thing else that has been given to-day
Somebody gave half dollar, but this will
bring in five dollars"
The scholars stopped their laughter and
looked up in wonder.
How do you suppose it can be done p
asked Mr.. Arnold.
Billy Gadsden was on his feet in minute
1T seems to be well seeded squash, and
if you would plant the seed, think it will
bring in good deal"
The school was laughing again.
Silence !" roared Mr.. Arnold. 81 will
not have such joking. 1t is cruel. Sit down
Gadsden."
Billy dropped as if bomb.shell had fallen
on his head, while the school was still as il
hushed by tempest. Mr.. Arnold was gen
orally very mild, and such an outburst sur
prised every one.
alt may have been three weeks after thi:
affair in the Sundayschool when Mr.. Ar
mold appeared at Amy's door one Saturday
He held up tasty, beautiful object.
"That is yours, Amy"
go Mr.. Arnold, thank you. Where did
you get it ?"
at is comb made from Mulley's horn
"What, that pretty, pretty comb with
such beautiful polish ?"
"Yes, and | have number more. The
others are to be sold, save one, and man
has promised to buy them and pay dollar
apiece. A friend made them for nothing
and whatever is paid me will go towards
missions, as your contribution"
"You are so good, but what are you go
ing to do with the one that you don't sell p
asked Amy with her pretty, curious eyes.
"That is secret, but il is no secret how
the combs were made. Do you wish to
hear ?"
81 should like to, ever so much"
"Well, at my friends factory you will
see lot of horns, and that is where your
horn went First, they cut the horn into
broad rings. The tips, though, they save
for knife-hsndles and other things. Each
| ring is then slit on one side so that it may
be pressed down into flat piece, the rings
having been first washed and then boiled in
water and in oil. Forcing the rings open,
the workmen put them between pressing
irons hot-Oh how hot they are you could
cook beefsteak on them. Then great
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and the rings of horn are all flattened down
into stiff sheets. A workman takes the
sheets, and then die shaped like comb is
placed on them. When this die is pounded,
it cuts out small pieces of horn shaped like
comb. They shave the comb-like pieces
nicely with steel shavers. The teeth are
cut out by machinery and sharpened. The
open work in a comb is sawed out. II de-
sired, the comb can be carved, and they
have process by means of which they can
color it. The last thing they do to comb
is to shape it so as to fit the head, aud they
effect this by applying heat, when it will
bend easily"
Amy felt that she had taken a peep at a
new field of knowledge.
The next day at school Mr.. Arnold held
up several combs.
"There, Children, planted the seeds Of
what Billy Gadsden called a squash, and
see what they brought me. They are worth
dollar apiece, and Amy's gift will bring
to our mission fund five dollars"
"Oh oh oh !" the children were saying,
"Will Billy Gadsden step this way p
asked Mr.. Arnold.
AS Billy came forward, Mr.. Arnold held
out the comb that was secret" and said
Here's boys comb, handsome one, made
for you out Of Amy's horn. Another time,
know, Billy, you will try not to say UNI
kind things about people"
Billy now felt as if half dozen bombs
had been dropped on his head, or rather as
if half dozen combs were pulling on his
tangled hair, 1t hurt then but did him good
forever after,-Reiigious Herald.
Bessie went TO church one Sunday, and
was little off in her demeanor. She was
deprived of tho privilege-it is delight
to her-for week or two. Then her
mother invited her on conditions. The