Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-29
Peleg, to make music for the great occa-

feleg, to make music for the great coca
sion.
At precisely the same instant the two
logs across the two sawhorses fell In
twain.
How everybody cheered, sending Lit.
Tie tlngles of excitement thrilling along
every boyish nerve! And Uncle Nathan
waved one of the eyes out of his specta
Giles; and Aunt Nabby, over his shoulder.
t1uttered her big calico apron, and
bobbed her gray cOckscrew curls, to the
tune OF "Pop Goes the Weasel" which
Peleg's cracked fiddle was merrily play.
ing.
The hours wore on. The crowd came
and went, surging In and out of the
back yard with jolly chat and laughter.
The saws shriekea; the axes flashed in
the air; the wheelbarrows trundled from
woodplle to woodshed. Peleg fiddled
through and through his repertory of
tunes from yankee Doodle" to "Mon-
ey Musk ;" and at length came high
noon, with twenty minutes for refresh
ments.
In the afternoon the excitement waxed
stronger. The boys saved steadily on
with scarcely any symptoms of fatigue,
save that there was scarlet flush on
Max's dark cheek, and Sandv's lips
were pale and trembled a little nerv-
ously.
Everybody was laughing and talking
of the sport. Even Mrs. Col. Grosvenor,
the great lady of the village, drove up
to the backyard gate in her carriage,
bringing demijohn of delicious iced
lemonade for the young sawyers and
their friends. Capt. Winty Coolidge
walked around, rubbing his pudgy hands
together, and sprinkiing in encouraging
remarks between the shrieks of the saws
and the squeaks Of the fiddle.
Its a good thing to strengthen the
muscles muscles. A long-chalk
sensibler than walking ten hours to a
stretch, so It's, so It's Good bows |!
Doing well, all on ye-al on we ]"
And how earnest every one became,
to oe sure, when at length the sticks in
each woodpile might be counted!
You never saw anything like it 7"
said Max to his mother, between huge
mouthfuls Of bread and jam, at the tea
table that night. Everybody who had
" A'"iiestAOiO~AOA SACOA Ii, L KNOW, ana
Aunt Nabby waved her big checked
apron. They were all singing out Go
j! and Good' till a fellow couldn't
hear himself think. Uncle Nathan sat
in the door trotting his foot and wipinc
his eyes, though what for can't mag
inc; and Peieg jumped up On his nail
key and fiddled like the whole town was
burning! Oh, twas great And when
we counted up the money there was
$3.50 cash for Uncle Nathan, and ev-
erybody cheered again like fun when we
handed it over. And Capt. Winty made
one Of his speeches. Uncle Nathan
broke right down when he tried to thank
us, and Aynt Nabby kissed us boys all
round. Yes, na'am =
"Oh, yes'm; Sandy beat by twenty
four seconds, and Sandy's Cap'n again
at school, and, of course, Dickey beat
Charley, because Charley couldn't split
my last stick till I'd sawed it, for they
kept right On our heels the whole time.
But Art Humphrey beat Jack Jardine |!
For Art caught up the wood in his
arms, quick rs Charley split it, and ran
into the shed with it and out while Jack
was unloading his wheelbarrow. 1t
gives a fellow On appetite" concluded
Max, with a sidelong glance from his
laughing eyes, as he reached for his
third helping of jam; shut it's little
hard on the arms p Vide Awake.