Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-06-07

prevarications why as a race they must
put no trust in the white blood, but that
in my case, i''w 'erehever an howsom-
deveR hus comes up VII ye, at any time
an oft. hush allus gle We odd fagot
an a hextra sup for welcome. He
added, as If to clear himself from error
and fortify himself against accusation of
disloyalty to his own: "Hus 'as no
learnin' wiz books; but Gipsies as hus is,
If the chauvIes (children) and the
dugals dogs and gryes (horses) takes
kindly to the Gorgio (nou-Gipsy) hus
minds no longer 'owsomdever as he
comes an goesI"
This little lesson was never forgotten;
and though many, many years ago my
standing was so well assured in Gypsy
camps that effort on this line was IN
necessary, have never ceased to go lit
orally loaded for little Gipsies. And
what brave welcome do L ever get
from these little foxes. "Gorgio chal!"
Gorgio chalI'' (The Gipsies friendly is
the merry sound that rings in my ears as
they scamper from tent, wagon, covert
and copse, with vociferous greetings and
expeetant shouts; for, bless them! they
all know that every mite of a thing is
TO BE SOMEHOW REMEMBERED.
The endearing term Is mine By hill and
in dale; by the meadow path and where
we gather the buttercups and daisies; by
shaded hooks where we fish in tine clear
waters of melodious streams: in deep
wood covert where we find the lace like
fern; in sunny hillside openings where
together we part the long grass and find,
red ripe strawberries in myriads to take
back to camp in rush-woven baskets
of our own making; by hazel
copses, when the first forest fires
flame across the land, and the dainty
nuts as brown as my little friends
faces are dropping from their wrinkled
sheaths; in the odorous woods where we
gather the fir and tassled spruce for re-
newing the beds of the camp; and then,
at morning, noon and night, in our
orgies with the dogs, at ell manner of
games, IN the swings of vine branches or
patched leather straps and ropes, indeed
at ali sorts of innocent mischief, of
which am more than once the willing
victim, until oftimes the old folks hustle
us all from sight; and again, and
qusinter aud sweeter than all, when the
shadows fall softly upon the camp-sIde
and the cressets or tent-flres flare, in the
songs they have taught me and the
songs 1 have taught them; or, firing of
these, when the ''stories'' must he
told, and L rack my brain for tales of
sea and land that will make their dark
eyes glisten and open, until the night
and sleep shut them close from the best
that 'Gorgio chal' can do. But that
term of endearment follows out into the
other world of labor, struggle, endeavor;
ii pursues into the haunts of men where
life RACES and activities roar; it calls
from striving and winning, from race
and place, as the sweetest of home
sounds to me. 1t comes across the hills
and meadows when the pen is tired and
the brain weary. Georgia chal! -
''Gorgio ehali'' All, it is as the sound
of summer melodies, of singing birds, of
falling waters, to him who all but faints
in the whitening city ways. 1t calls to
me even in dreams. There is surely the
Gypsy faint in my blood, or 1 am become
GIpsy altogether; and would not resist
IL IL 1 could. So, like some Kris Kringie,
of summer time, away go, IL all else
fail, while
All ny heart seeks Natures ways,
All my soul goes gipsying
Through the radiant tents of SPRING.
and scores of little brown Gypsy boys
race for the meeting, and "'Gorglo
ohal!' '-'sG orgio chal!i rings from q
score OF birdlike throats, until the thrill
of 1t all dims my eyes in my triumphant
way over which these little ones lead me
TO the ever welcoming Gypsy camp.
When one has earnestly studied Gypsy
children, he has gained q deep knowl-
adpa of the horne uays and raetices of
the entire Gypsy race. Beginning the