The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-11-26
THE DAILY INDEPENDENTs HELENA
GOBBLE! GOBLIN!
4 Thanksgivins story for thu Little

GOBBLE! GOBLIN!
A TAanksgivins story for ths Lift.
You have heard of Jacky Hornsr: how secretas
In = corner no discovered = delightful plnl
ombsdded In \ pie, Well I'll toll you Of m
other. Ho'a perhaps the younsster's brother
FOR his twin might he this little chap I hay
within my eye.
So he took his book Of ballads. that his turke.
and his salads to the rhythm and tho Jingle u
the metro might uigeat, for his ANAL inside
was numbered with . host Of swoets unanm'
bercd, hut no only thought Of turkey and for
got about the rest,
Save perhaps tho golden custard, whore upol
its surface mustered tho remembered plum
and rAisins made him smack his little lips
and in dreamy satisfaction he continued tn
nhstraction OF tho goodies in the pastry Il
imaginary sips,
Now. the stories in the pagos all his childish
mind engages, and the fate OF Humpty Dumpty
filled his fancy with delight, till his thrum mina
fingers mingle with the measures OF tho Jingle
and his little head went bobbing when he saw
a wondrous sight.
.Graoious." to his feet he startad. and his lips
with fear were parted; for the carpet turned
to meadows-waying grasses met his view,
And along its yerdant edges grow the thorned
and hlossomed hedges, and his feet were deep
in clover where the nodding daisies grew.
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'uIhere you are!" with startled wonder flew his
eyes with fear asundor, for before him stood a
aobbler. with a crest Of lurid red; strobe with
motions strangely antic, to support q frame
gigantic. and it waddled up to Johnny and re-
naated what he said,
.lhere You are, you Ht1'e "lnaeri y uo waa'
better not 10 guilty Of . hh Was 1t not your
mamma cruel. turned my relatives to Cruel.
and fricasseed my better half?-null0l what's
on your bib?
what: You say 1t ism nufhni now you khow
tha0 ~ ~ SUNNI Il = 'u'o sA"o $40 -
there! don't attempt to clean it, l must prove
that ! have seen it, gobble, gobble," cried the
~turkey-then arose q fear full din.
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1ufAeSs oaiAs TON oaon uA0Hon' Wv ~ =
stefh inspeo.ion' s@m .nv s1o,'' .%ru '1
cried in dismal chorus. hero We have tha
knave before us VIII has doomed our muir
dered parents to the martyrdom oil death.
an, -.,... a ~ d.vonr ,,r
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or consigned them into roast" "'Deed!' cried
Johnny, with boo-hooing, 'Iisnt any u my
doing: now. why don't You scold the others,
cause I'm sure they ate the most.
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Gobbler to the turkeys standing roand; then
they gathered quickly around hlm--most So
CUrely next th6y DOun0 MN, ana they nll3l
the air with olatter OF the we1rdsst sort OF
sound.
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the brambles and the clover, and the ierald
bees went hum y 70 the doDpler hlng
ahead; while the xatSdlus snu cricKets nalleo
them shrilly from the tmckets; where the
moon in shitting splendor sheens Of Summer
silver shed.
Eats, their somber wings were nappingn ana the
owl woke from his mapping. sent q curdln9
boot OF horror IN a tremor through ms trame'
and the whlp.poor-wlll was calling. wlth a res
onance appalling, untll 1t seemed 70 dup MIN
ny MS own l1-iated name.
linen IN dismal expectation or some norrid al
PARTON every iear-creatlng SHADOW appfe-
henslvely ne eyed; as 1he penetrating essence
OF 'lewloss hauntng presence, " tue terror
OF An error that ID ever py our slde.
Dark from, s;oh+ ~ HEARING o,aneas ab.dea into
resonances, all the ioliase @-rustie Will Tore
noalhs Whispers rouhu' iof ,he nasA Of even
ing creeping into uainy oe" iahs weepihs
WIN a sad ana piaintl'e mufm1r' h"'l q Color
nan Oh sound 8
.o,, ,r;oa T,b,,v, ..ru.r. , INFINITE M eo,. hoo
pramnies IN IT, and In weary. ~ 80 weary!
vnn'H h0 Cnrru IF nm krnD - sHnIf fhnv NrlnI l
with dismal laughter tbs your misery we're
after' did you ever pity turkeys when you
turned them into stew"
~. ;aoo, sons. ,h,,a =, ho.
hoso most every FOWL III IurkeSoom'
the turkeys paused 70 rest; and . dobpler SO
glgantic. that IL nearly drove MIN Irantlc,
CRED, ~. prlng the villain hither' ana II thus
the lad addressed; .
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very; you're the chap who chunks my subjects
In your fathers poultry yard; and you know
you're ever mock1ng with a mlmicry most
shocking the crlmson-crestea patriarch, whom
dearly l regard.
,.-. No..
platlve channel to a fury you compel him as
you wave it In his eyes. And you hardened
little sinner, you have eaten him for dinner.
y, you little know the punishment my anger
may devise.
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