The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1889-05-25
GOLDEN GRATITUDE.
Tho story of a Good -Natured
Man, a Benevolent Sprite
and a Baff1ed Thief.

Man, a SPrtte
and a Baff1ed Thief.
Nick Nickson was a woodchoppe1.
He had lived close to the forest for
many years with his wife and children.
1t was seldom Nick went to town or any
where else, because he had a great deal
of work to do to keep his family alive.
Wood hewing never vas much of a pay
ing business, and Nick found it no better.
But he never complained. He did the
best he could in the best manner, and
for the rest he trusted to a kind Provi-
dence to assist him and his wife and
children.
Nick had now been going into the
woods for twenty. five years, and as he
was walking along this morning he was
thinking of that fact more than once.
81 have worked very hard" he muttered
to himself as he stopped before a beauti-
full young oak tree ready to take off his
jacket and start operations. 81 have
worked very hard" he said again, .'and
/ think I ought to be pensioned off soon.
But l don't think there is much chance.
Where should l get the money to keep
my folks at home without work? But
there, it is no use growing now on the
day of my t~wenty-ffth anniversary in
the wood chopping line. Providence has
stood by me SO long, and / I don't think /
shall be forgotten in the future. Do
your duty with all your might, with all
your strength. with all your ability, and
with an unwearying spirit of energy and
perseverance; that is my motto, and sue
cess is bound to follow some time OF
other.n
BY this time Nick had taken his top
coat off and laid it and his hat down in
the long grass. Then he took his ak in
his hands, and after looking at the tree
from its base to its crown he gave the
first blow. Thick splinters few in all
directions, and Nick dropped his AK and
jumped back from the tree.
"What is the natter he said; ssdid |
not hear a noise somewhere like the
whining Of q child?'
He stood and listened for a few mo-
ments, but all seemed to be quiet. Then
he resumed his task. But he had only
made one more blow at the tree when he
was stopped again. This time he heard
these words: "Get me outl Get me out!''
"Who is it that calls theref' Nick
asked, who was not in the least afraid.
at is /, the goblin Of BlinkingdaleF' a
thin voice replied.
"But where are you to be foundr'
81 am in the oak you have been hew-
ing at, and l hallooed out because I was
afraid you might kill me-"
''Well, tell me where l ought to strike
in order to extricate you without doing
you any bodily HARM" replied Nick
Nickson.
'The AK is too big and too sharp alto
gether," now said the voice from the
tree; ''take your pocket knife and start
cutting the bark about two feet from the
ground. But be very careful or you will
hurt me-"
Nick now took his knife and he began
cutting the bark. Piece by piece flew out,
until at last he got to a hollow space,
when the voice in the tree let out a shrek
that was SO loud and terrible all the trees
in the wood seemed to be shaken by it,
"Now you have cut my beard, you old
villain of a woodchopper," cried the
goblin. "Oh, l will kill you if you are
not careful"
Poor Nick trembled with fear, because
he had often heard of COLLINS and their
cruelty to people. But he soon realized
that he was yet master of the situation,
and he need not be afraid of the goblin.
"Look here, Mr.. Goblin" said Nick,
"if you mean to kill me when you get
out, I think / will leave you where you
are and go home. Good-by."
''For gracious sake, don't do that, my
good man, so hallooed the goblin; 81 did
not mean what I said then, but you did
hurt me, and no mistake. But be care
full of my beard; it is very long, and it
hurts very much if you pull only one of
the hairs out. Now will tell you some
thing else. If you get me out without
doing me any more harm I will give you
a great reward, and make you the rich
est man in the world"
Chow did you get into that tree?'
asked Nick of the goblin.
"To tell you that would be a very long
story to relate. Be it sufficient for you
to know that l have been in that tree
twenty-five years today. You have got
me out of my long Imprisonment, and I
will give you reward when the time
comes"
With the last word the goblin had
vanished.
"Well, but where ismy reward?' cried
Nick. sit is all very well to say I shall
have it when the time comes, but when
will that be? Oh, you mean little scamp
of a goblin, to get me first to extricate
you from an oak tree, where you were
buried for twenty-five years, and then to
run away from me because you are too
stingy to thank me for it. Ali this is
an ungrateful, cruel world. Just when
l thought that | was to be made rich,
too. All, WELT never mind; let me con-
tinue at my work of wood chopping, but
I will be careful not to have any more to
do with COLLINS"
Nick now worked away with his ak in
a mad humor. He struck the trunk of
the oak with terrific force. 1t seemed to
satisfy his anger, because he imagined
every time the ak hit the tree he was
hurting the little goblin. In a few mo-
ments the roots of the tree lay bare, and
beholdi what did Nick find? At the very
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