Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-02-09
Olive Morrow Writes a Long
Story About a Nickel

This is my third or fourth letter to
the Junior page, and believe Isshall
write about nickel guess the
nickel can write now.
Dear Juniors:
This is my first letter to ygou.
am going to write you story of
my adventures. I am just nickel,
but have passed through many hands
and have seen a little bit of this
lgreat, large world. The first thing l
knew was when l was disturbed by
some one hacking on me with some
thing sharp. This was the first time
I was ever disturbed in my peaceful
home on the mountain, and 1t seemed
quite queer. I expect you laugh and
think me quite cranky, but If some
one came to your door and ordered
you away from your homo, or just
drove you out, I am sure you would
not like it.
Well, just as I said, someone was
taking me away from my home, and
I knew nothing of the future, but
was helpless. After while l was
hands handled me, turned me over and
over and threw me into funny four
wheeled thing that I believe you
humans call wagon, but I had never
seen anything of the sort before and
it frightened me terribly.
After while the wagon started,
and you can't imagine how awful it
was. just rolled everywhere, but
after a time I got tired, so l rolled
into corner and went to sleep:
The next thing I knew was when
was awakened by shouts. The wagon
was running at a terrible rate.
couldn't quite make out all the things
the people along the roadside were
saying, but someone quite near
shouted, "a runaway" and about the
next instant there was an awful crash
and l found myself in some tall grass.
I stayed there for a long time, but
one day I heard a sweet voice say,
"Oh, look what pretty rock l found,
and in few minutes soft hands were
holding ME. The little girl took me
to her home, and for long time l
was kept in a room with many other
toys, One day man came into the
room and picked me up and took me
to large building which l afterWard
heard was called mint. There
passed through many hands. and they
all did something to me, and some
even cut me- One day l was taken
away by a strange boy who thrust
me into his pocket. 1t was not very
pleasant in the dark, and I couldn't
90 to sleep for he kept walking ana
I Jumped around everywhere.
Finally he threw me onto large
counter and a lady gave him some
chewing gum in exchange. The lady
then took me in her hand and
messed queer little button, and then
something went ding-ding and found
myself in dark box with many otner
coins.
It seemed long time before l was
taken out, but one day l was gwen
to little girl. She ran home and put
me in her bank, but l wasn't tnere
very long before she shook me out
and exchanged me for candy.
A lady put me in her apron out
after a while she gave me to little
boy who carried me around LOT
long time in his hand, and then he
took me to room where they sold
ice cream and there stayed for
+, little bit but soon l was given to an
other lady who put me IN ner purse
One day the lady gave me to her
little boy. One day he went to the
woods but before he went he thrust
me into his pocket. After while he
sat down on log and took me out
He threw me up and caught me and
rolled me on the ground, but after
awhile l got tired. so l slid out OF
his hand and ran through the grass.
I did not pay any attention to where
b was going, and all at once felt
myself falling, but it was hardly a
minute until was gazing around me
and l discovered l had fallen into an
old well. The fall did not hurt me,
however, and I soon recovered from
the shock 1t Is very peaceful down
here and l hope l shall never be dis
turbed.
AS the spider decided the other day
! to make journey and see the world,
II wrote you this letter. He said ne
would mail it for me. But say, friends,
I forgot, have to go and see oid
Rusty Nail, that is sick, at 2:SO. and
| it is very near that time now, SO
goodby
Your friend,
The Nickel.
Olive Morrow, age IL.