The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-10

The pig ran on till he came to another
farmers field.
Good morning, Mr.. Farmer, have you
any corn for me to-day?"
who are your" said the farmer
ooh. I'm the little Fire Pig"
Il don't know" said the farmer. II
would give you great bagful If you could
kill the snake which comes every night
and steals my CATTLE
The pig thought How can I kill that
snake?' but he was so hungry he knew
he should starve without corn, so he said
he would try. The farmer told him to so
down in the field. where the snake came
gliding at night with its head reared high
IN air. The pig went down In the meadow,
"Baa"' said the sheep. That was it's
way of saying How do you do?" who
are your
I'm the little Fire Pig"
What are you doing here?'
I've come to kill the great snake that
eats the farmers CATTLE"
I'm very glad said the sheep, "for
1t takes my lambs. How are you going to
II don't know" said the pig; can't you
help me?"
IN 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 you p
Il am the little Fire Pig
What are you doing here?"
1--WE come to kill the great snake that
eats the farmers CATTLE"
| I'm glad of that" said the horse: for
1T steals my colts. How are you going to
do it?'
Il don't know" said the pig. Cant
| you help me?"
III 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 little farther
he met a COW.
Moo" said the cow That was her
way Of saying, How do you do?" What
are you?'
I'm the little Fire Pig"
What are you doing here?"
i've come to kill the great snake that
eats the farmers cattle''
| i am glad of that, for It steals my
caves. How are you going to do it?''
Il don't know; can't you help me?"
| III 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 spur
and he twisted, and made a strong wool
en- cord of the sleeps wool. And HI
Wove and he braided, and he wove and HI
! braided and made a cunning snare of the
horses tail. And he whetted and shar
pened, and he whetted and sharpened
and made a keen dart Of the cows horn
- - Now when the little PHI
has all his materials ready, and sees tn
great snake come gliding, gliding-l turf
the situation over to the children. Wha
did he do with the rope the snare and tn
horn? They work it out each in his owl
way. There els a mighty wrangling al
around the hearth.
One day Is never really like another
though 1t seems so.
Perhaps being used to the sight Of tn
Iroquo1s at Lake George, makes 1t inpos
s1ble for me to imagine what the settler
dread, and that is an attack. We ar
shut around by forests. In primitive lif
SO much time and strength go to the get
ting Of food that we can think of littl
else .. x y~,7,,,zyaes sy:-
1t is as bad to slave at work as to 5slav
at pleasure. But God may forgive wha
people cannot help.
There is a very old woman among tn
settlers whom they call Granny w
often sit together. She cannot get
gourd edge betwixt her nose and Chi
when she drinks, and has forgotten sh
ever had teeth. She does not expec
much; but there is one right she con
tends for, and that is the right Of ironin
her cap by stretching it over her knee
When have lived in this settlement lon
enough, my nose and chin may come to
gether, and I shall forget my teeth. Blu
this much I will exact of fate. My ca
shall be ironed. T will nOt-I will no
iron it by stretching it over my knee.
Count du Chaumont would be angry
he saw me learning to weave, for In
stance. You would not be angry. Tha
makes a difference between you as me-
which feel but cannot explain.
We speak English with our neighbors
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learn his language WE'LL I have laugh
him to read and write. I have taught hir
the history of his family and of hi
fathers country. His head is as high a
my breast When will my head be a
high as his breast?
Skenedonk loves you as young supe
rior brother. have often wondered wha
, he thought about when he went quietl
around at your heels. You told me h
had killed and scalped, and in spite c
, education, was as ready to kill and seal
! again as any white man Is for war.
I dread him like a toad, and wish hir
!, to keep on his side of the walk. He
always with you. and no doubt silentl
G urges, "Come back to the wigwams tina
>. nourished you!"
- Am I mistaken? Are we moving far
Their and farther apart instead Of az
- preaching each other? 0, Louis, doe
% this road lead to nothing?
y am glad I gave you that key. It wa
:. given thoughtlessly, when I was In
2 bubble Of joy. But If you have kept l
= it speaks to you every day.
- Sophie Saint Michel told me man some
% times piles all his tokens in a RETROSPECT
- tive heap, and says, "Who the deuce gay
- me this or that?''
Sophie's father used to be so enrage
$ at his wife and daughter because he cou
I: not restore their lost comforts. But tn
e is really a better disposition than a mea
u subservience to misfortune.
q The children love to have, me dane
Y. gavottes for them. Some Of their: mott
n ers consider it levity. Still they feel tt
l. need of little levity themselves.
We had a great festival when the wi
le roses were fully in bloom. The prair
J. is called mile square, and whereV
a pillow has not struck, acres of wi
r. roses grow. They hedge us from tt