Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-11-28

A THANKSGIVING STORY.

There had been q grand Thanksgiving
dinner at the Macy mansion, six courses
all told, each and ali served admirably
by Matthew, the butler, and little Alf,
Matthew's helper. First, there had
been soup, oyster and clam soup, with
crackers, and celery, and picked on
ions, and nasturtiums. Second, there
had been a mammoth turkey, roasted to
just the right point, by Gilsey, the
cook; a pair of ducks; broiled pigeons
and baked venison, hanked by mashed
potatoes, stewed tomatoes, succotash,
squash, turnips, fresh-boiied pink and
ter; yes, and coffee, too, belonged to the
second course, for sensible Mr. Macy,
senior, said he "never cared for coffee
after dinner" Third, there had been
pies, pumpkin and mince pies, haky-
crusted and delicious, with cheese.
Fourth, there had been pudding-plum
pudding. Fifth, ice-cream, cakes and
jelly. Sixth, rosy apples, grapes and
winter pears, walnUts, raisins, and
glasses of cold orange-water.
6 Such dinner as to make one too
lazy to navigate" said Uncle Phil, set
ting himself down In big armchair by
the open Franklin stove in the cozy
back parIor.
8 Wasn't it rouser? Did you ever
eat such dinner before?" asked ten
year-oId Robbie Macy, sitting down on
the rug in front of Uncle Phil.
Humph! [ eat a better dinner
years and years ago than you had to-
IL II AL II, l.
ger than you," Uncle Phil said, teasing
~. And Rob answered, doubtingly:
81 don't see how you could have had
such a good dinner as we had, let alone
a better one. Why, mamma said you
lived way out west, where lots of In
dams were"
Uncle Phil laughed.
$50 you infer, because there were In
dams out where we were, that we had
nothing to eat. Do vou?"
81 suppose you had something to
eat, Rob replied, roguishly; "but
don't believe twas plum pudding and
great big slices of turkey breast. Now,
was it, uncle Phil ?"
eve didn't have plum pudding,
that's a fact; and we didn't have great
slices of white turkey breast, that's an
other fact; but, Rob, we had slices of
dark turkey breast-nice, juicy wild
turkey. l can tell you it was good,
too"
"Pho! I don't like dark meat. I'm
glad I was not there" And Rob turned
a somersault over to Rover, who lay
peacefully on the other side of the big
velvet rug.
'sRob |"
''Well, SIR
"Shall I tell you a story about a
Thanksgiving We had out west, when I
was boy?"
Rob stood at his uncIe's knees in less
than a minute, with wide-awake, de-
lighted eyes.
"Oh! Uncle Phil. Yes, do. You
always tell such splendid stories. But
perhaps there won't be anything IN 8
Thanksgiving story about bears" And
Rob's face grew tri6e serious.
g How about Indians ?"
"Oh! Uncle Phil, if you can tell a
Thanksgiving story about Indians, I'll
be the happiest boy in town.
{" We won't promise, but we'll see
about it. Go and call the rest Of the
children, Rob.
'sCome Dan, and Walter and Nellie!"
called Rob. "Uncle Phil is going to
tell rousing Indian story"
9 Did / say SOP" asked Uncle Phil,
trying TO look savage.
81 know sol You can't fool me, " Rob
ans gered, wisely.
"You can begin now, Uncle Phil, y
Nellie said coaxingly, leaning her curly
head over the arm of Uncle Phil's chair.
81 The company S all gone, and it'll be so
nice to wind up the day listening TO a
thrilling Indian story"
Nellie shivered in anticipation of the
things she expected to hear. Uncle
Phil, noticing, said: Don't get to shak-
ing, Nellie. My story will be more
Iaughable than thrilling, fancy. And
10! L begin. There were eight of us
who had our homes IN that western hut,
made of cottonwood logs. But, child
rem, I thought I saw pair of black eyes
with a good deal of white about them,
peering into the door just now. Per
haps there is somebody there who wants
to hear the story"
s'It's nobody but Aft" laughed Rob;
{" but I say, Uncle Phil, why can't ALT
come IN and listen to the story. He
hasn't anything to do just now"
"Thats thoughtful of you, Rob, and