Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-09-16
Dumping and the Dragon.

A boy who was nicknamed Dumping
had a new sword. 1t had sharp point and
bright shining blade which slipped with
rattle and a tinkle into tin sheath. The
sheath hung from a fine red belt; and when
Dumping buckled on his sword he felt big
very big. Indeed. he felt like giant. And
IL there was one thing which he desired
more than another 1t was that he might
some day encounter a dragon.
Dumping had never seen a real dragon,
but he had seen plenty Of pictures of them.
and heAad heard many stories about them.
He knew that brave princes and bold war
riors nearly always came out victorious in
their battles with dragons. And SO should
he! Every weed and bush that he had at
tackled had gone down before his conquer
ing sword.
Well, one night after Dumping had been
snugly tucked under the covers he shut his
eyes and began to think about dragons. He
never wished quite SO much for them on a
dark night as he did out in the bright sun
shine, however.
But anyway, he suddenly woke up and
found that his wish had come true. Out
on the lawn. right in front of the house,
standing straight up on his tail and trying
to look In at the window where Dumping
slept. was a hugh dragon. 1t made the
young warrior SILVER at first, but the mo-
ment he thought OF the sword his courage
rose.
Quickly bucklins the belt on. he rushed
to the window. raised 1t. drew the sword
and aimed at the monster mighty blow
The blade merely ratified on the horny hide
and Dumping was glad enough to draw
back into the room. Then he thought ne
might have done better IL he had used the
sharp point to stab the beast instead OF
merely whacking him.
So he reached out again and gave the
dragon a furious thrust. He must have
Just touched the tender spot for the sword
went In half way to the hilt
with a roar Of pain the beast bounded
away. Dumping cried, MY sword. MY
sword" but no attention did the dragon
give to the cries.
What to do, Dumping certainly did not
know. The dragon was gone MS new
sword was gone. In little while he tnousht
of Bacchus, the old black ram who always
made war upon everything that came near
him. 49,. 90
the barn wearing only his pajamas. Dump
ling loosened the stable door. went up 10 the
old black ram, jumped on his back, selzoo
his horns and turned his head In the oirec-
ton the dragon had gone. :.
cause the monster in his mad flight prusheo
away fences and other things that STOOD III
his Way as If they had been SO muoh straw
So there was a straight open pa'i A'' 'o
ram. D-r,t,a dug bis
heels viciously into the rams sloes 20 u US
him on Every dig increased .ne ram o. of
His bleating was almost hKe 'he oeiio" "a
al Hearing this the dragon turned sharply ply
q ronnd opened his wide Jaws and waited.
The sight struck Dumpiing DUMP 1ns win Would s
Nth he swallowed at one gulp. But Bac-
c c had a plan. too. remembering ms ns
sharp straight horns. This plan was no
sooner made than 1t was carried ou. Mouth
flushing straight into the Dragons NOUN
10 oawa him terrific butting and stuck ms
the the p powerful jaws had time to close .,, ~
What about Dumping? on: ne snu on
i nv around to the dragons shoulder he re-
covered his sword and began to wave u
fnsiousiy as he danced and shouted: Go
for him, Bacchus! Give 1t to MIN bae-
And then Dumplings mother shook her
little boy and said: What is the matter.
darling, are you talking in your sleep!