Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-11-29
SOFT SOAP.

Z slSs ( ATHANKse1v1Na STORY.
There had been grand Thanksgiving
dinner at the Macy mansion, six courses
all told, each and all served admirably
by Matthew, the butter, and little All.
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 Q mammoth turkey, roasted to
just the right point, by Gilsey, the
cook; q pair of ducks; broiled pigeons
and baked venison, fsnked by mashed
potatoes, slowed tomatoes, succotash,
squash, turnips, fresh-boiled pink and
white beets, apple. saucs, bread and but
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, flaky-
crusted and delicious, with cheese.
Fourth, there had been pudding-plum
pudding. Fifth, ice-cream, c!kes and
Jelly. Sixth rosy apples, grapes and
winter pears, walnuts, raisins, and
glasses of cold orange-water.
Such dinner as to make one too
lazy to navigate" said Uncle Phil, set
ting himself down in big arm chair by
the open Franklin stove in the cozy
back parlor.
-" Wasn't it q rouser? Did you ever
eat such dinner before" asked ten
year-old Robbie Macy, sitting down on
tha ruer in front of TI,oJo DI,:i
Hnmph! eat better dinner
years and years ago than you had to-
day, when was a little shaver, no lar
ger than you," Uncle Phil said, teasing
ly. And Rob answered, doubtingly:
don't see how you could have had
such good dinner as we had, let alone
a better one. Why, mamma said you
lived way out west, where lots of In
dians were"
s Uncle Phil laughed.
So you infer, because there were In
dians out where we were, that we had
nothing toeat.s Do you2"
suppose you had something to
eat,p Rob replied, roguishiy; s'but [
don't believe twas plum pudding and
great big slices of turkey breast. Now,
was it, uncle Phil?"
"We didn't have plum pudding.
that's fact; au& 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 1 was not there" And Rob turned
q somersault over to Rover, who lay
peacefully on the other side of the big
velvet rug.
"Rob L"
""lWell, SIR"
"Shall tell you o story about a
Thanksgiving we had out west, when I
was boy?"'
Rob stood at bis uncles knees in less
than o. minute, with wide.awake, de-
lighted eyes.
cob! Uncle Phil. Yes, do. You
always tell such splendid stories. But
perhaps there won't be anything in a
Thanksgiving story about BEARS" And
Rob's face grew trifle serious.
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-"
"Come Dan, and Walter and Nellie!''
called Rob. "Uncle Phil is going to
tell rousing Indian story"
Did say SOP" asked Uncle Phil,
trying toilook savage.
y e''I know so! You can't fool me, f" Roll
answered, wisely.
"You can begin now, Uncle Phil, u
Nellie said coaxiugly. leaning her curly
head over the arm of Uncle Phil's chair.
The company all gone, and it'll be sc
nice to wind up the day listening to q
thrilling Indian story"
Nellie shivered in anticipation of the
things she expected to hear. Uncle
Phil, noticing, said: "Dou't get to shak-
ing, Nellie. Ny story will be more
laughable than thrilling, I fancy. And
10! I begin. There were eight of us
who had our homes in that western hut,
made OF cottonwood logs. But, child
ren, i thought saw n pair of black eyef
with good deal of white about them,
peering into the door Just now. Per.
haps there is somebody there who wants
to hear the story"
It's nobody but Alf," laughed Rob
but l say, Uncle Phil, why can't AL
come in and listen to the story. He
hasn't anything to do just now."
"Thats thoughtful of you, Rob, anG
just what I .2anted. Call him in
please
y And so, moment later, Alf's eyer
grew rounder and whiter than ever Of
be listened to the Thanksgiving story
nh1eo krD~H1nl will
western folks. The Indians were moi
very near us; indeed, father never bad {
fear in regard to the Indians attacking
us. No one whom we knew of, living
within, twenty miles of us, had beer
troubled by the Indiana. One day in
October we children had been out oil the
afternoon, having happy time. We
gathered yards and yards of creamy
white clematis and beautiful wild colum
bine; even Bathsheba tucked up hel
SKIRTS and waded like born water. bira
to get the columbines from the bank op'
posite.
A ripping laugh from Nellie, and
Uncle Phil stopped storytelling to ask
"What is it, Nellie?"
"Suck funny name, Uncle Phil.
Who was Bathsheba ?"
Bathshel,a WAS our only sister.
pretty girl, too, ] do assure you, not
withstanding her outlandish name. Sht
had blue eyes and golden hair, and We
boys almost worshipped her, because
shewasso beautiful and good: She didn'
dress much like you, Nellie; but shs
looked pretty enough, in her plain, blut
1anne! dress, which came half way be
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