Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-03-09

Then he spun and he twisted, and he
spun and he twisted, and made q
strong wooden cord OF the sleeps wool.
And he wove and he braided, and he
:wove and he braided, and made cum
ming sare' Of the horses tail. And he
whetted and sharpened, and he whet-,
tied 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. tho
snare and the horn? They work It
out each in his own way. There is a
mighty wrangling all around the
hearth.
One day Is never really like another,
Though II seems SO.
Perhaps being used to the sight Of
impossible for me to imagine what the
settlers 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 for
give what people cannot help.
There is a very old woman among
1.-The settlers whom they call Granny.
We often sit together. She cannot get
u gourd edge betwixt her nose and
chin when she drinks. and has forgot
ten 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 ]
shall forget my teeth. But this much
will exact OF fate-my cap shall be
iron. will not--I will not iron II by
stretching 1t over my knee.
Count de Chaumont would be angry
IL he saw me learning to weave, tor
instance. You would not be angry.
That makes a difference between you
as men which feel, but cannot ex-
plain.
We speak English with our neigh
bors. Paul. who is to be an American
must learn his language we'll. have
taught him to read and write. have
taught him the history of his family
and of his fathers country. His head
is as high as my breast. When will
my head be as high as his breast?
Skenedonk loves you as young su-
perior brother. have often wondered
what he thought about when he went
Quietly around at your heels. You told
me he had killed and scalped, and in
spite Of education was as ready to kill
! and scalp again as any white man Is
! for war.
. dread him like toad. and wish
, him TO keep on his side of the walk.
He is always with you, and no doubt
Q silently urges, Come back to the wig
vans that nourished you'll"
5 Am | mistaken? Are we moving
farther and farther apart instead Of
approaching each other? Oh, Louis,
does this road lead to nothing?
] am glad gave you that key. 1t
3 WIS given thoughtlessly. when was
n bubble of Joy. But II you have
r kept It, Is speaks to you every day.
Sophie saint-Michel told me man
sometimes piles all his tokens in a re-
t prospective heap and says, who the
deuce gave me this or that"
Sophie's father used to be so en-
I ragged at his wife and daughter be-
: cause he could not restore their lost
5 comforts, But this is really better
disposition than a mean subseryience
10 misfortune.
Gavots for them. Some Of their moth
ers consider 1t levity. Still they feel
the need of little levity themselves.
}, We had great festival when the
u wild roses were fully in bloom. The
prairie is called a mile square, and
{ wherever plow has not struck acres
Of wild roses grow. They hedge us
S from the woods like parapet edglng
a court. These volunteers are very
a thorny, bearing tender claws to pro-
: tect themselves with. But ! am MIN
BILE with my scissors.
r We took the Jordan oxen, n meek
0 rair that have broken sod for the, col
oIy, and twined them with garlands
Of wild roses. Around and around
their horns and around and around
@ their bodies the long ropes were
wound, their master standing by with
y his gOad. That we wound also, and
v covered his hat with roses, The huge
y oxen swayed aside, looking ashamed
), OF themselves, And when their tails
were ornamented with bunch at the