The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-08-17

! got my little moder and Knud; and
God got my tader dear; and on my head
IN basket is all good things for comfort
us and makes dear moder smiles and
says, Good child"
Near my little house my river turns
round 80 way she continued, crookine
But / so glad, that l says, Burn nowl
got my little moder safe to nv hearth
Then | fears she gets cold, and | calls
and calls for some good neighbor come.
and take her in his house. But Carlson
Petersen and his wife gone off, and
enken widow Marie Wieberger sick IN
bed
"Dut soon l sees, on my river. Ksud
knudesen,. coming like he been got
wings on his feet, and soon comes more
good neighbours, but too late time to save
blanket. bed, or snvthines-beds I'll
made or our own gooses, LOO!
An KING friends been Door, like u.s.
serves, n got small house and much
children. So kHud say, Il carry dear
mGder home in arms to me. and takes
care her-I so lonesome with no old
womans to cares for"
He carries her, and | walks Or hind,
so glad, SO glad! We been poor fore,
but got no things now, but only dear
moder and selves. Soon Knud's farm
er and my farmer comes with wifes and
brings us much things, and we all so
glad!
"One day, Knud say to me. Il been
think will go to 'Merica and gets rich
with these big hands for work'-he have
such great hands! Then | comes back
and makes you and our dear moder rich
not break his dead moder's word for
such a poor price as riches only"
Then | says. Nobody been promise
ne to my farmer. | will 90 to 'Merica
and get rich. Enken Wieberger will
a care of dear little moder till l
ONE back"
But knud say, mo oma can take
my dear moder from mel will cares
for her while you been gone; and when
we gets more we will come to you and
all be rich in 'Merica. I been got my
passage-money save in big box. Take
that and 90. Make home for US, Britta
the Giad!''
And my moder says. GO, too, and
we al! he glad for such hopes"
And how much money have you
earned?" asked the lady.
Not some at all, ma'am. have been
very sick on sea. Water into my
little bed, and Ican'tlift hands and ioots
when ship comes in. They puts me in
carriage, and takes me to hospital. Doc
tor-poor gentIeman-talks not Swedish,
SO sends for Swede minister; and he
be my good friend and comes from my
home.
'.When | better, he takes me home,
and his wife makes me dress and apron
her elbow to show its course. "While |
SIT gs, | turns round my rivers elbow;
and all, LSeeS fire and smoke!
81 throws way baskets and all things,
&nd flies like my skates been wings.
My little house blaze! ] runs IN and
wraps little moder i'll blankets, and
brings her out in arms. i can bring no
thing more out. l sits down in ,Gnow
with her in arms, and sees dear little
house my fader build with his own
hands all burn up. Blanket and bed,
and all my moder weaves, burn too
and hat. Now | come to you, | will
work much and send home my money
for knud TO keep in his big box. Where
the farmers two years been out, you
moder in his strong arms. You not
surprise now that L been always SO
glad?"
In two years and q half, the kind mis-
tress, who had learned many n lesson
from Britta, saw q gentle, patient old
seated in the tidy home which
her child had prepared for her, and
heard from knud in a perfect torrent
of words-not one of which she could
understand till the laughing girl trans
lated it to her-how he had sold the
small house for m hundred dollars,
which money he had now in gold, in his
belt, and how Britta had secured him
work rs q porter before he landed. And