The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-10-12
FOR THE LITTLE FOLKS.
The Two Little Teachers.

Tine TWO Little Teachers.
Louis was eating his breakfast cakes one
morning, when mother went to the door to sec
about the milk.
ssLonis,' she said, as she came in, 81 saw a
model of the suspension bridge out on the end
| of the front porch
Louis had seen the Brooklyn bridge, when
he was in New York, and the workmen far up
and out among the wires. looking like spiders
in q web, and he had quite . curiosity to see
the model Of such a structure. So. of course,
have a look at the long SPIDERS web stretched
from one post to the other, holding a drop of
moisture from the fog in the center.
"That was what suggested the suspension
bridge to Sir Samuel Brown" said mother, as
they sat down again at table. she was walk
just like this, studying how to build q cheap
bridge across the Tweed. Right across his
path, as if to stop his progress. hung a little
spiders rope, heavy with dew. why not make
a bridge like that, and hang it on ropes or
chains? he thought, The more he studied it
over the blaine grew the plan, and so suspen-
Zion bridges were invented, and have become
such a great success. The little spider was the
teacher God sent to give q lesson to the great
engineer" ~. N ~ H5& ~ ~ Fl
'learned a lesson from an insect not half so
sharp as the spider. 1t was the poor, little
ship worm that taught Sir |. Brunei how to
build his Thames tunnel, He saw how the little
creature, with his ehield upon his head, per-
forated the hard wood, now in this
track was made he covered all the sides with
u kind of varnish. Copying his work on a
large scale, he built a shield. under which he
was able to dig into the earth under
the river, and so his great tunnel was built"
Papa took from q cabinet in the room a bit of
Hhlp'S tim har th.t had ham 1.i1d1oJ br +t,;of l;t
tie borer, and showed it TO Louis, and pointed
ont the fact that however close the walls Law
to each other, they never ran into each otEer.
1t was quite a little Lesson in philosophy for a
seYen,year-old, but the web and the specimen
helped to impress it quite deeply on his men,
DRY. When he saw Il spiders rope bridge ever
after, lie would be quits apt TO think Of the
valuable invention which it once suggested.
.3szR A Brave Chinese BABY. Is-
He was little more than a baby, certainly not
more Than threelor four years old; and the
queer wide. clothes he wore made him look so
short. at first sight, it seemed n miracle he
walk at all. He was all alone in the
house; in fact lie was all alone in the village.
Every other house but his was shut up tight,
gone away fishing. What a predica-
ment, to be sure. for q four-year-ol old
boy to be left in! The more I think of it,
the more 1 think he was Que Of tho verv
Dravest 1eilOWS ever born. Macy a man has
got a great name for being a hero without
having shown half the courage that this
little chap did when he todaled mo the street
to meet us. ! y& .'
1t was a Chinese fishing village, on the shore
OF the Pacific ocean, a few miles from Monte
rev, in California. There are several such
| villages on That coast, and, to Americans, they
are very curious places to see.
The door OF the brave baby's house stood
wide open, and, as coon as he heard the sound
of our carriage wheels, heScams running 10 see
what was coming We stopped the carriage
and got out, He looked at us for d minute
with a steady gaze, then turned around, and
waddled back as fast as his fat little legs would
carry him into the dark recesses Of his
house. We thought he had run away to hide.
Not a bit of it In a few seconds, back he
amt, holding NJ to US . big ,abslone shell.
tightly grasped in both his chubby hands;
then he laid it on q bench by the door, waddled
back, &C. another, brought it outand laid it
down; then still another.
are great baskets OF these abalpne shells keptto
sell to travellers, and the baby had, no doubt,
often seen his mother bringstl,em out and offer
then, to people passing by. Sohe thought they
might be what we had come for. As he held
out shelf after shelltoward us, no fixed his
queer, narrow, slanting little eyes on US with
on expression of anxiety and inquiry that was
! pathetic When he saw that we did not want
he shells, he went back again. still farther into
the recesses of the cabin, and, bringing out a
tin dipper with q little water in it, offered that
| to us.