The Arizona sentinel., 1885-12-05
GRANDMA STEVENS.
How She Punished" the Bad In.
 disns or Thanksgiving Day.

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 When I was a child, said Grandm;
 Stevens, l used to hear this story told
 1 do not remember whether it happ net
 in FIankli County, Massachusetts, ol
 in some place where my ancestors lived
 before they settled there, but the lnci
 dent occurred about the tune of the
 French and Indian war. My great
 grandfather was shoemaker in En. gland, and when he came to the new country was in great demand to make shoes for the settle IS and their families, and with his shoelnaker's bench and kit of tools used to go far and near from log cabin 10 log cabin, turning out unique specimens of his skill, for which n received many an honestly earned chilling.
 During those early years there was always more or less excitement among the c0lonists on account of flying ru- Inors concerning the hostile attitude of Indians near or remote, and in most of the settlements block-houses were-built ss places of refuge in case the savages s- nd snow signs of warl ke inten- tions. Ever and anon the more timid of the settlers would take alarm at sight of some redman skulking about their clearing, or at a blue spiral of smoke curling up above the dense depths of the forest, thus Ibetraying tho IucaliCy of stCamp-1re, and would make a sudden stampede for the block. house. There they would remain until con- tinued tranquility brought a sense of security, when they would return again 4o their homes. Late one autumn all
 miles in the vic nity, excepting that of my grandfather Stevens, had taken refuge in the block-house. but my grandmother was plucky woman, and very saving withal, and was in the habit .h. aying V hen asked to join the rest of
 "No, have always been on good terms with the Indians. We bought our farm and paid for it all the red men asked, and we have followed the teachings of the Golden Rule most faithfully in all our intercourse with them, so they can have no motive of revenge in disturbing us. 1 will stay where l am and take the best care pos sible of what have got. The haste of continually picking up and fleeing to the blOck-house makes much waste. As for me and mine, we will stay in the house the Lord has given us to be our own, and if the sayages pay us visit, the Lord will give me light and strength according to my needs, so that I may deal with them judiciously."
 However, when it became necessary for my great-grandfathe Stevens to go with his shoemaker's bench and tools to the block-house, in order to fulfill his engagements, he started off with his wife's cheery consent.
 Don't trouble yourself about us," she said; i've shall do very well. The Lord made the red men as well as the white men, and if every one would bear :th at in mind there would be less trouble m Qeallng With them end loss waste of time and means"
 ''Yes, that is it, less aoaSten' said her neighbors. spitefully; ''trust her every time for counting in the wastei'
 Despite all this, my great-grand- mother set about her preparations for a Thanksgiving dinner bountiful enough for her own family and for any of the neighbors who were courageous enough 50 accompany her husband from the block-house.
 Sugar was scarce enough in those days with the coionists, excepting that which was made from the sap of the maple, and it happened at that particu- lar time that all the sugar made the Spring before had been used or wasted, on account of so much running to and from the b.Ock-house; even my great grandmother was almost out, through having sold from her goodly store to her neighbors.
 There will be neither Thanksgiving pudding, pies nor cake this year,H said young Jo3 athan Stevens, complainingly;
 all on account of there being nothing but lees honey and pumpkin sugar to swceten them with, and such good es are hardly worthy the name or the trouble.'
 ''Be not too sure, my son." said his capable mother; sugar may be more plentiful than you think. There IS time during the first hari frosts in the Fall when the map'e sap runs freely; we will watch our opportunity, and perhaps have sugar enough for winters supply for Ou' SC yes and some to barter with our nei.: ,hbors, beside surprising them and your father with a variety of toothsome sW cy,!s on Thanksgiving Day"
 +s it happened, the late Fall sugar run was more abundant and more pro- Ion. cd hat year than usual, and a good sup lyof sugar was made and laid by lg"rI>t inc winters needs. One bright | November day as my grandmother Stevens was gathering sap in maple | wood only a short distance from her log | house, her alert eye detected the fresh | print of a1 Indians moccasin on the lamp earth. Dropping her bucket