Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-22


The people in this country. which is
called free, are nearly all bound. Those
who lack money as we do cannot go where
they please, or live as they would live. Is
that freedom?
On a cool autumn night. when the fire
crackles, the ten children of the settle
ment fighting or agreeing. come running
from their houses like hens. We sit on
the floor In front of the hearth, and 1
suffer the often-repeated martyrdom of
the Fire Pig" This tale, invented once
as fast as could talk, have been DOOM
ed to repeat until 1 dread the shades OF
evening.
The children bunch their heads together;
their lips part, as soon as begin to say:
Do you see that glowing spot in the
heart of the Goals? That is the house of
the Fire Pig. One day the Fire Pig found
he had no more corn. and he was very
hungry. So he jumped out of his house
and ran down the road till he came to a
farmers field.
Good morning, Mr.. Farmer" said the
little pig. Have you any corn for me to-
day7"
why, who are your" SAL the farmer.
I'm a little Fire Pig"
mo. haven't any corn for Fire Pig
The pig ran on till he came to another
farmers field.
Good morning, Mr.. Farmer, have you
any corn for me today?"
''Who are your said the farmer.
'"Oh, I'm the little Fire Pig
i"I don't know" said the farmer. Il
would give you a great bagful IL you could
kill the sRake which comes every night
and steals my cattle
The pig thought. How can / kill the
snake?" but he was so hungry he knew he
should starve without corn, so he said he
would try. The farmer told him to go
down in the field, where the snake came
gliding at hight with it's head reared high
in air The pig went down in the meadow
and the first creature he saw was a sheep.
"Baa!' said the sheep. That was its
way OF saying How do you dot" who
are your"
II am the little Fire Pig"
What are you doing here?'
Eve come to kill the great snake that
eats the farmers cattle"
I'm very glad" said the sheep, "foT
It takes my lambs. How are you going to
kill it?,,.
81 don't know" said the pig; cant you
help me?'' -..
''I'll give you some Of my WOOL
The pig thanked the sheep, and went a
little farther and met horse. "He-ee-ee!'
said the horse. That was his way of say
ing How do you do?" ''Who are your"
81 am the little Fire Pig"
What are you doing here?"
tive come to kill the great snake that
eats the farmers cattle"
81 am glad of that" said the horse,
''for it steals my colts. How.are you go
ing to do ftp
Il don't know said the pig. Cant
you help me?''
"rn give you some of the long hairs
from my tall" said the horse.
The pig took them and thanked the
horse. And when he went a little farther
he met a COW.
"MooF' said the COW. That was her
way of saying How do you do?" who
are your -- ts
II am the little Fire Pig
What are you doing here?'
1--WE come to kin the great snake that
eats the farmers CATTLE
Il am glad of that, for It steals my
calves. How are you going to do it?"
st don't know. Can't you help me?"
"I'n give you one OF my sharp horns,
said the cow.
So the pig took It and thanked her
Then he spun and twisted, and he spun
and he twisted. and made a strong wooden
cord of the sleeps wool. And he wove
and he braided. and he wove and he braid
ed, and made a cunning snare of the
horses tail. And he whetted and sharp
ened and he whetted and sharpened. and
made a keen dart Of the, cows horn.
=-- Now when the little pig has
all his materials ready. and sees the
great snake come gliding. gliding-I turn
the situation over to the children. What
did he do with the rope, the snare and
the horn? They work It out each in his
own way. There is a mighty wrangling
all around the hearth. s 1850
One day is never really like another,
though II seems so.
Perhaps being used to the sight OF the
Iroquois at Lake George, makes 1t i'm
possible for me to imagine what the set
tiers dread and that is an attack. We
are shut around by forests. In primitive
life so much time and strength go to the
getting Of food that we can think of little
else
II is as bad to slave at work as to slave
at pleasure. But God may forgive what
people cannot help.
There is a very old woman among the
settlers whom they call Granny. We Off
ten sit together. She cannot get gourd
edge betwixt her nose and chin when she
drinks, and has forgotten she ever had
teeth. She does not expect much; but
there is one right she contends for and
that is the right of ironing her cap by
stretching 1t over her knee. When have
lived in this settlement long enough my
nose and chin may come together, and I
shall forget my teeth. But this much
wfll exact of fate. My cap shall be iron
ed win not-I will not iron it by
stretching 1T over my knee!
Count de Chaumont would be angry If
ne saw me learning to weave, for instance
You would not be angry. That makes
difference between you as men which
feel but cannot explain. ,sf
We speak English with our neighbors.