The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1921-12-30

should 1t all be shut up in books? ?" 1T is so"
said my father. God made the world and he
put the flowers here as well as the potatoes. l
nave no patience with those who do not follow
uod TO be sure" said my little mother land
the weeds are here to teach diligence and pa
uehce But the quack," said my father, that
might as well be left out" "And the burdocks,"
said she, ARE excellent for beer, and the leaves
are good for draughts" Perhaps If we could
see II" said he, "all things good" Ills for
us TO make the best of everything" said she. And
as our Jim came up, she put her hand on his
arm ana on mine. and then said slowly: ""Tis q
world In which we make beautiful boys and
girs-if FIRST we ourselves right What more
could we ask?"
AND the birds. ah, but you should have seen how
they nestled about that house "They will eat all
the Cherries" said my Uncle George and he raped
his cane Justify on the floor of the porch. But
father smiled and said. Let count them all
INTO our family, and plant for them also when we
plant" So he put In few rows of peas more
ana SAID, They are for the orioles And dozen
cherry trees down by the fence for the robins
ana Tor the cedar birds who have q cherry tooth
Then he went up to the woods edge nearby the
big beeches. where there were wild cherries. and
into these he put sclons of finer sorts; for the
birds, my boys" SO the robins, and the buebirds
and the wrens, and indigo birds, and the gold
Inches. and the catbirds. and all other sorts of
thrushes and hnches, and can't tell you how many
more, came to us; and they filled the trees with
nests and they paid for all they took in song and
helpful labor. And robin built its nest In the
window seat of his bedroom and sang to him in
the morning, while he lay in his bed. All, yes,
they worked well together nv father and the
birds.
The barn was not far away "'Tis not decent"
said the little mother There should be shade
for the cows and the pigs and the hens" You
are right little mother" said my father; and he
brought load of willow sticks and he planted
fIn,. ALL ha
And these grew and throve nightly. and at last
they were great grove that hung all over the
barn and hid it, The little mother said, did !
not tell youT'-and then she drew the breath cooy
through one corner of her mouth as she surveyed
the transformation Indeed, you did little moth
er-you said it--and no one would have done it.
had you not" And the hens cackled their delight
and the cows at night lay down facing the moon
as 1t sifed In between the leaves and all day they
were nicely comforted from the And when
old Daisy went to the tub to drink she would look
up between sips, as If to say The Lord be praised
for this shady yard" A true BARNARD Is II de-
ightful place, fun of peace and love. Lilah the
collie comes and puts her head through the gate
once an hour, and, surveying matters, says, Yes
all is AS II should be all Is correct" then she goes
back to run along where Jim and and our father
are at work In the orchard. OR If IL be-and 1t
really is--or IL ought to be. New Years day she
looks In at the kitchen window, and waits till we
open the door that she may curl up by the fire
But George III gets up on his hind feet to the
door latch and rattes 1t, and then waits till we
let him In. A true cat is half human All II
buff they could Once get articulation What
would come of IL? Ii Is well that they cannot
for they would rout out and dspossess half or
more of the human sort. So with quack and
thlsties. and talking eats. and collie dogs we
should be made either wiser or killed off
Come" said my uncle George, let us make our
New Years call" In those days II was NOT vet
forgotten To he neighborly, and once year we all
expected to look In each other and break
bread. at least cut cake. And we sat down 70 n
bit OF gossip and exchanged news; and when Il
was over everybody knew all about everybody
else. and there was no need at all TO print H. BUT
| shall tell you nothing AT all about IT, 1t was our
own business and we were simple folks and YOU
who live today have your big notions and your
new ways and you laugh too easily. So our New
Years day went by in Its own homely way and we
had our calls; and went home nj night and
rubbed our hands and our stomachs and were con.
tent Not of envied your telephones and
teegraphs and other knick-knacks-or ever gave
them thought. Bless the Lord. enough is enough
and it is not likely you have any more idea of
what will he about hundred years from now
Indeed think they will call YOU savages Pish.
but what n world of conceit II is.