The Dawson journal., 1883-01-11

hear about it. I not knew il to-
day. Every door L call I find
good smells, like Chrismast at
home. No one says come in
Here dog say walk in. You
welcome and the young man
looked gratefully into Johns face,
and went on with his dinner with
a hearty relish.
'Graciousl See him lay in for
supplies, said John, passing the
onions. Don't infict such a
stow-away upon US, Jennie
verify believe it is the Robin to
bobbin, the big-bellied Ben that
we used to read about in the
Mother Goose book"
Goose! Goose!" cried the stran-
ger, nodding toward the skeleton
OF the turkey, II understand, I
think, this be Yankee Christmas. :"
Something of the sort" said
the farmer, 'but isn't the worst Of
it-Christmas is yet to come"
where are you going?" asked
one of the boys, and after the
question had been. framed in yari-
Gus ways he said:
"To Canada. There l hat
friends. A mistake I made. |
come to the wrong town you call
it? ] write letters. ! spend all
mylmoneys. l go walking now to
Canada and find my friends,
my brother. Now how many
miles?"
"Too many for a fellow to walk
this slippery travelling" said
John.
q say, Dick, old boy" to his
brother, what do you say to put
ting him in the caboose and giving
him lift?"
"All right" said the good-na-
tured young freight conductor.
ct would be a good deed for
Thanksgiving day. [ viii trans
fer him at the Essex junction to-
morrow morning, if I don't g
through, and hen be in the Do
minion before he knows it,"
"Put him up a lunch, mother,
enough to last him out Of The
country, and save your Tears, Jan,
he will undoubtedly return when he
gets better use of our Language.
1t would be love-making under
difficulties at present"
Jennie looked indignant, but the
intelligent young stranger, al
though obseryant and alert, was
entirely obIiyious to the personal
allu8ion.
Mother Draper packed strong
paper bag with lunch,
saying, with tears: |'There was
never such good-hearted boys as
my boys" and Aunt Catherine,
who had boy of her own some
where in the far West, gave the
stranger dollar as she babe him
The steer team was taken in the
midst OF another snow furry and
as the merry company went back
through the pretty sheltered
they found an es-
oort in the way of a steer team
waiting ID every door yard, so that
by the time they reached the little
village about the railway station
Lhe Draper turned-out a decidedly
unique procession.
The stranger asked a greatmany
not very coherent questions. The
boys amused themselves by assur-
ing him it was a demonstration in
his honor, it being the custom Of
the town to thus entertain for
eigners. The girls entered into
particulars md explained the real
occasion OF the display Of young
boyines, and it would have been
hard to find a more bewildered IN
dividual than was bowed into The
freight caboose by the smiling
John, while all the boys, who
were dancing around, managing
tie half-broken steers, united in a
hearty hurrah, and all the girls on
all the sheds waved their pocket
handkercliefs in a6ieu.
"What you do with me?' the
stranger asked, looking around the
snug, well-warned car.
"Canadar, replied Dick, imita-
ting tn travellers pronunciation.
"No money" and the young