Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-02-18

! Ter, w l IL Ills
hands and his face tingling with the
! cold
| II tell you what, mother" he said,
as he threw off his cap, thick wooden
muf1ier and mittens in front of the
great fireplace in the roomy kitchen of
the farmhouse, ''it's cold as-as blazes.
| (Gideon's voca bulary was not affluent
of synonyms and comparisons) The
cattle are all a-shaking as though they
had the ague, and Dams cross as a
Turk
Mrs. Granger rose from the hearth,
where she had just turned the Johnny
cakes that were baking on tins before
the hot fire, and looked at the sturdy
little figure, dressed in homespun con
tinentals, and wearing his shock of
| yellow hair in queue, for Gideon
was 'boy of '76,' and pretty small
boy at that, looking scarcely to be
fourteen, as he averred he would be if
| he lived to the goth of the following
March.
''Is it as frosty as that?" she said
"Why, your ears are as white as snow.
| They are nearly frozen.''
'IIlcOu DCSLu W IuD IllOSc mem DefS
vigorously with his hands till good
healthy glow succeeded the paleness.
''It's'terrible cold" he repeated; "cold
enough for the Esquimaux Such q
change from yesterday
81 knew a change was coming
piped Grandmother Andrews. Mrs.
Granger had been an Andrews before
marriage.) There was ringing in
my ears all the evening. The heart of
winter is not broken yet, and spring
is far distant
And oh, think of our poor Soldiers
said Mrs. Granger, pityingly, the tears
starting to her mild blue eyes. May
the God of battles protect them. 1t
makes my heart ache to think of them
camped over there in that valley with
out enough to wear or to eat, being
tracked by our dogs by the blood they
leave in the snow whenever they go
abroad. l wish we might do some
thing for them"
'Mother,' said Gideon, III a low tone,
II have been thinking of som ething /
would like to do if you are willing -
and he regarded her earnestly. II lay
awake last night more than an hour,
my mind full of the suffering and the
hunger among our brave soldiers, and
| felt as though 1 ought to try to help
them some way"
'Yes, Gideon, but what can you do?'
and'his mother pushed the mass oflight,
tousely hahn from her boys freckled
forehead with gentle, sympathetic
touch that caused the flush to deepen
on the young cheeks.
Il cannot do much, l know he
whispered. but there's the twin calves
father gave me last spring. they're
they're all my own. They'd make
many poor soldier good meal, and
their hides could be used to make moe
casins for their wounded feet. If you
will let me I'll see Bert Stillings, and
perhaps he would drive his own, too;
you know he's pair most as large as
mine. And think of the good they'd
do.''
But your father, what will he say?"
rnurmured Mrs. Grang er, anxiously.
What can he say, mother?" an.
o"SA CO oASACOus AC DUCTS dEc u0lIlc,
and haven't as much right to give
mine to the Americans as he has to sell
his to the British? You know as we'll
| as do that he's gone to Philadelphia
for that purpose. General Putnam's
aid-de-camp offered him fair price for
those very cattle last week, but heard
him tell John that he knew Gen. Howe
would pay him still more think it's
a shame, and our soldiers are suffer-
ing
flush, Gideon" said his mother,
placing her hand over his mouth. IRE
member he is your father
II do not forget it, and my shame is
all the greater" cried the boy, indig-
nantly. ''But the British shan't have
my calves, not even if was offered all
the jewels in King Georges royal
crown"
''Put not your faith in princes, but
trust in the Lord of hosts" said Grand
mother Andrews, who caught indis-
tiactly the illusions to King George
and the British. S.The arms of Great
BSitain will never conquer our coun-
try. Washington is praying man,
and If there is anyone to whom the
Lord will listen he is the man. Under
such commander our independence is
certain. ] cannot doubt it for a instant"
The good old lady uttered this speech
with the energy and the assurance Of
an ancient pythoness. It was easy to