The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-11-23
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Wy hold-baby, wife
and me-and even our old dog,
Should thank God for all His goodness
in song of praise this season,
Though my gen'ral disposition is to grum-
BILE like a hog.
For, If ever man had special cause to hold
celebration
OF Thanksgivin'-in his heart of hearts
that very man is me.
: II you'll listen for moment to a word Of
explanation
am sure that when my tale you've heard
to this you will agree.
Though for years I've been a member of
church. yet I'm confessin'
That my vicious, wicked temper and fault
findin'. spoiled my life,
1t has turned to bitter sorrow days that
should have proved a blessin'
And has marked deep lines of care upon
the brow of my dear wife.
She has hoped and prayed and waited,
while she patiently expected
That some day her prayer of faith would
bring answer from above;
And at last in Coos own time and way,
the change has been effected,
For my heart lost all it's anger when 1t
s-g found a. aviour's love.
. How it happened? Well. I'll tell you. See
that dog there? Come here. Rover!
He amt much for looks or breedin'. but
that dog no man could buy.
See! he hates to leave the baby-though
~ she's five yeas old and. over.
Still l allus call her baby she's the
apple Of my eye.
Monday mornin', bright and early, came
my neighbor. Squire Carroll.
And he told of signs of turkey in the tim
Der down the creek:
s 80 called the dog and shOuldered my old
trusty double barrel,
And grinned when Mary mentioned that
this was "Thanksgivin' week"
We'll, we soon got in the timber. and we
walked and walked and hunted,
But no turkey! So, as usual. got mad
and almost cussed.
And, in spite of all Squire Carroll said, I
grumbled, growled and grunted,
And felt I'd have to kick the dog or
else I'd surely bust. .-t'<-
So my neighbor said he reckoned there's no
use in tryin'
Any longer, since twas very plain the
birds had gone away;
And he laughed and says: 1T see no use
in grumblin' or in sighin',
For it's ten to one there's better luck for
us some other day."
So we parted, and 1 walked on. gettin
maGder every minute
AT the turkeys, at the squire and at my
self the most of all
= For my wicked. foolish anger-I knew we'll
there's sense in it
Well. sir. just then "Gobble, gobble."
came the turkeys welcome call;
Down 1 dropped, and when I saw him it
just made me warm all over,
"For," thinks /, you're just about the
size to suit Thankssivin day."
But before 1 got a bead on him, this dog
of mine, old Rover.
Done some fool thing-least I thought
so-anG my turkey flew away.
What did / do? Like a coward, grabbed
that poor dog by the collar,
And I own I heat him shameful but he
didn't even moan,
Then l turned my gun upon him, just be-
cause he wouldn't holler;
Like mad man pulled the trigger, and he
dropped just like a stone.
Well sir, / can't tell my feelings; why, 1
thought I'd surely smother.
When 1 him fall l turned away in
~ horror from the sight,
And 1 thought l knew how Cain felt when
he left his murdered brother,
As I walked cared not whittier till saw
twas coming night.
When got near home 1 noticed how the
air was growing colder.
And n cloud bank rolled up gloomy to
the west'ard, threatenln' snow,
So hurried on. and wondered what would
wife say when l told her
About Rover. She and baby thought so
much of him. you know.
AS l reached the corner yonder could see
the lamplight burnin'
AT the window, and knew the folks were
waiting there for me.
And 1 walked on in the darkness slowly,
~S~