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Gobble, gobble, gobble, I rise to say a word. And hope to speak tn accents that plainly may be heard. Though many vacant places I’ve been called upon to fill. Gobble, gobble, gobble, too long I have been still Gobble, gobble, gobble, then listen to my lay: They say that every creature must some time have it* day — This rule of day*succession has passed far down the line. Gobble, gobble, gobble, and sow the turn Is mine. Gobble, gobble, gobble, this country needs a sign — A figure emblematic—its station to define; And looking o’er the beings that proudiy wear the wine. Gobble, gobble, gobble, I feel that I am king.

THE COLONISTS GAVE THANKS. B OBERT MAKEpeace Bradford." exclaimed my mother, “let that gun alone. " My ather looked u up In .in his writand gazed ___ steadfastly at my 'yjf***' mother w i t h o u t speaking. "K obe r t is so email and the gun is so large a d 1 am fearful lest our only boy harm himself," >aid my mother answering my j father’s look. ; “Father.” said I quickly, “do tell ! mother that you said yesterday, after , you had put me through my gun exercise in the woods, that I can now be I trusted with a gun.” “Esther," said my father, very gent- ' ly, “you were brave enough to leave J your comfortable home in England and j cross the ocean with me to this new land in America and risk all the hardships of a colonist's wife, so have courage for your son. who mu-t learn to defend hims .ls and you against the Indians who prowl around our settlements. ” “Is there a fresh expedition on foot?” inquired my mother, anxiously. “We have counseled together, and •nme of us will go out hunting, leaving a small number to guard the settlement, and Robert must count one in handling a gun." My mother turned white. "Esther, Ether!" said my father, “you know we are all out 1 f provisions: the ship bringing st res from England may not come this week, and the beat hunters are g ing oit until we can shoot some wild animals. ” “Wait one day. pleaded my mother. “Let us have ’meeting' once more. We women h ive learned from the Indian squaws how’ to cook the pumpkin, and we will prepare enough for a meall while the strong men meet for wor- ! ship.” “Yes,” said my father, “I will talk to j the others. We came to this new country for the right to worship < od ( in our own way, and that surely we , may do to begin our bunt .or food, for 1 starvation ■ tares us in the face." "Take Robert with you. said my ’ mother. 'lf he is to carry a gun, let him carry it to worship the first time: I perhaps that will make him careful.” ' Then spoke my brave wife ” said I my father, smiling. “Take heart, [ Esther, you know, so far, no aby has ; cried out, when in these Colonial times, mothers have hidden with their babes from the murderous Indians.” And thus it happened that I, Robert Makepeace Bradford, barely fifteen. I walked by my fath r s side carrying a gun like a grown man. No colonist in those days stirred outside his home without weapons of defense from the Indians. I could not remember the sermon, I | was s • busy looking at the solemn faces ; of the congregation. When the ; preacher prayed for the quick coming if the ships from England, I oou’.dhear MIV f-n . . 1 isf\i > Y,,„.,? YYZ "J® “EVERV MAN RESTED HIS Ol’N AND BOWED HIS HEAD” each man breathe harder, and some of the women sobbed outright. I -hill never forget it, no, never, not if I live to be a hunure i. I felt hat'.he strong men who were not afraid «J the Indians were afraid of starvation. They said very little: one by one, so that each man stepped if to the footsteps in the snow of the man ah- ad of him, we came back f om the meetinghouse. I could not do this: I had to make little tracks of my own by my father's side. “Divine t’rovi ence," exclaimed the preacher, “Thou hast answered us! There is a Hight of wild turkeys in sight.” “Let us all fire, at once." said the best marksman of the Colony. “Robert, take aim carefully,” said my father. “Fire.” shouted the finest sharpshooter. All fired together; the turkeys. dropped. j

Gobble, gobble, gobble, this is no Idle dream—--1 fear no eagle’s talons. I do not heed his scream — Indeed, whene’er you see one, he’s nearly bald with age. Gobble, gobble, gobble, and shut up in a cage. Gobble, gobble, gobble, but how Is it with me ? Through woods, o’er field and prairie, I wander ever free. The symbol of a people who feel no tyrant’s power — Gobble, gobble, gobble, ’tis my triumphal hour. Gobble, gobble, gobble, I do not need to tell How all the old and young have loved me long and well; To finish with a(d)dressing. I’ll say a closing w *rd — Gobble, gobble, gobble, I am the nation’s bird.

"Don't wait to pick them up—fire again.” ordered the i>est shot. Again the turkeys dropped, one for each shot. To my great delight I, too. had shot I one of these birds, big en ugh fora ! family dinner. “Let us give thanks'" shouted the preacher. Every man rested his gun and bowed his head while the p eaeher made a short thanksgiving for the birds that saved the colony from starvation. Then the march home, each man with his turkey, was something ve y different and joyful. “Every family will have a good dinner to-day," said the preacher, “and we will forever keep this day. every year as long as we live, with the best food we ha e and thanks. It shall be the Thanksgiving Day for those who I have eomo across the ocean to this I ! land of liberty. ” | “Amen,” said every man, with one j I voice. When we came home, behold, the ; pumpkin had been cooked just as the ' Indian s uaws had taught my mother, but she had made a crust of corn meal ZA— --fcfe\m l © “THE INDIANS WERE PLEASED WITH THE SI HT OF THE BLANKETS” and laid the pumpkin on the crust and I baked it in a pie on hot stones, after ■ the manner of the Indians. Seeing the turkeys, all said they 1 woul I let the pumpkin pie cool and wait till the birds could be cooked for dinner. [ Aud it was the turkey I shot that j was cooked for ur dinner, wh ch was ready in the middle of the afternoon. I “We shall hold this day as a holiday!” i quoth the preacher. “To-morr w we start on the hunting j expedition, ” said the best shot. “Let us <ou i-el all together in the morning," said my mother. “Let us hope for the ship till then.” And when the morning came, those iof the colony who were fa sighted saw a ship Sho ts of joy and ti aakgiving filled th air until ail could see the long-lovke 1-for ship. And that shi brou ht beads to trade : with the In 1 ians and raisins and currants Vocher t Id me how in England at their'ilome they always had a currant lo if every Sunday." Rut we did ! not wait long after the raisi s were I unpacked, but every family had a few , raisins for dessert. “And this shall 1 e the Thanksgiving dinner in the new world." sai l my I mother. “Turkey and pumpkin pie I and raisins, so that our grandchildren i and our gre t grandchildren may I kn w how the colony was saved from I starvation.” While mos of the C- lony were rushj ing to the shor , my father aid: “Robet, c you act like a man and go >. ith some of the b s' fl _ lit >rs to the edge of the s?ii en eit and watch with your gun for the India s'?' I v as delig.i ed that I was ch- sen. “We need some s'rou. me at 1 help unload the ship,” said seve al at orca. “1 will keep your boy R be t near me," s id the best sh t, to my lathe.. “Stay you near t e shore and plan the uni jading of the ship. The amm nition it brings is more preci. us than g Id.” "Fortunately the Indians did not ' know how lit le we bad." said the hero J of a hund ed Indian fights to me, i s we walked al ng. “N >w, boy, you may know there is only one round if ammui ni i n le . t." “Ye.-,” sai 1 another man. “and t - J are all out of be ds: I have traded :■ 11 ;my red flannel shir sto those Indians j who can be treate 1 as friendly. ” “N thing could be worse t. an rue I situation ye terday morning,” said a I third man. “No shots tor ur foes, no beads for our fr.enJ, among the Ini dia s.” i “1 have cut the buttons iff all my clothes except the suit 1 have on, in o ler to exchange them for corn wi h the Indians ’’ said one of the quickest 1 of the Colonists I “l oos not corn grow in England?” I a-ke 1. “No I never saw c rn till I came here.” -aid t e best shot. “Ano’ner ye. rw • rai eit our-el es: '.his si on I we did n t kno . tv >w “It wi a horr ole si uatio q wa i needed the In lians’ .orn and we were

out of beads to pay for it What a ! g. d-end ths -hiy coining is!" ex ; claimed a man wh > had ke 1 still. “My lather ne - er to d me what dan ger we were in.” I exclaimed. “No, boy.” said the best shot, “a brave mill does not keep his courage up by putting othi r hea ts down.” Only brave men should be emi- I grants.” said an t i er good hunter 1 began to un ler-tand why my mother was so anxixus yesterday. “How do you know what is in the ship?” I a ke 1. “Because we know what to send for to be the most use in our dealings with the Indians. Mone such as was < f i;se in England, is of no use here. The Indians want something to m ike a show, and beads are better than gulden guineas here. There are seeds for the 1 spring, aud warm clothes for the win tor, and food anl farming tools in the ship, and gunpowder and lialls and guns," sai l the best shot. "In truth, this ship brings us the means of living till we can raise next summer's crop. The preacher was light: there could not lie greater cause for thanksgiving." The Indians had come near by this time. They are uncommonly far sighted, and the ship was a great curiosity to them. The best shot understood their language, aud as the Indians wanted very much to go on b aid the wonderful ship the . were only too glad to talk on a friendly footing. Some were taken down to the shore I y a few of our colony, hut it was thought wiser for us to stay guarding the back of the settlement, for the treachery of the Indians was very well known. I began to grow very sleepy before the relief g.i rd came. At last wo went home. Everybody wa- excited: everyone was reading letters from England or unpacking -to es sent by relatives and friends. The Indians, men. women, and children, watched with Intense interest and quiet demeanor. When my mother opened the case of blankets which was marked “Mrs. Bradford,” sho picked cut a red blanket anl gave it to the Indian squaw who had taught her t > cook the pumpkin. The Indians were much pleased with the sight ot the blanket, which the squaw immediately put around her like a cloak. Night came and stopped the unloading. but not the necessity of guarding all the possessions from the In lians. Some new guns struck the R?d Men with awe at the Palefaces’ power, and they never knew how destitute the colonists were the day before Thanksgiving.—Alice Bradford, in Ladies' World. Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving—" Tanks, awfly.”— Buffalo Express. Between the churches and the football teams the observance of Thanksgiving Day bids fair to be full of rush and vigor.—Philadelphia Record. The man who churlishly says “cold pork is good enougii for me" is not a patriot and is nt only for treasons, stratagem; and spoils.—Detroit Free Press. Thanksgiving has come and everybody should reme 1 ber the rich—the poor we have with us always, anl sometimes longer, and we can remember them at any time.—Judge. When the Thanksgiving turkey is elected to the first place at the dinner table it’s the result, curiously enough, of his having been killed by those who loved him. —Philadelphia Times. There was one element which did not care a gobble which way the election went. The Thanksgiving turkey realized that he was bound to get it in the neck anyhow.—Duluth Tribune. Thanksgiving is the people's day, the day which stands for home and happiness, for gratitude anl benevolence, for plenty and peace. The old Puritans builded better than they knew. Their grim and s lemn ceremonial has become a feast and festival of gladness.—New York World. Dr. Turkey Cock. The sleekest, fattest turkey strutted tn and out among His fellows of the barnyard as he spoke with scornful tongue; “Am I not the farmer's favorite, the one he feeds the best?” And this air betrayed the proud contempt he felt for all the rest. Said the ancient lean and hungry-looklng Dr. Turkey Cock— The oracle, adviser and physician of the flock: “Overeating Isn’t healthful; It affects a fellow's head. ” But not a silly turkey caught the drift of what he said. “I have often noticed this, my friends,” he said with a knowing leer, “That fasting Is a profit at the present time ot year. For November is a month in which, If one Is overfed. One may suffer from excitement till at last he’ll lose his head.” Still the fat and haughty turkey strutted up aud down the place, And the othe-s thought the Doctor didn’t understand the case. But they will see. before the sun has set upon Thanksgiving, That the Doctor knows a thing or to übcut the art of living. —Chicago News. Prigbtful Reaction. Customer (doing his Thanksgiving marketing —“Hew do you sell your finest turkeys?" Market Man —“Twenty cents a pound. ” Customer clutching the counter for support —"Give me two pounds of hog’s liver. ” Safe. <-v Ashberry—ls dis here de safe de- : posit comp’ny? Clerk—i es. sir, Ashber -y —Well, will you. keep d-se two pullets yer o twe.l Thanksgibbin’ i fo’ me?”—Judge.

A NEW BALLAD OF THE SEASON, j ..I | W K hanksgiving: 'Ti Thanksgiving! To church with all the 4 townj vH Let each give thanks iKS for blessing* o yj? The year hassboweraL 1 down. Forget 1«* raves are gaping, And soon shall swallow all — The thauk ess and the thankful, 'J he mighty and the small Thanksgiving! ’Tis Thanksgiving! Let merry bells declare The joy that dwells w.thin us. The exile of despair. Forget that graves are gaping That darkness stands beside. To cover each man over, And will not be denied. Thanksgiving! ’Tis Thanksgiving! Let maid and matron sing; Let bass and tenor, cbording, Give thanks unto the King. Forget that graves are gaping And endless silence soon Shall still both choir and organ And drown the joyful tuue. Thanksgiving! ’Tis Thanksgiving! Back, care! But welcome, mirth! To-day to you is sacred. And all the men on earth. Forget that graves are gaping, That mirth with care shall be Together, undistinguished Throughout eternity. Thanksgiving! ’Tis Thanksgiving.’ Give thanks, then. oh. give thanks! This life has many prizes And few of us draw blanks. Forget that graves are gaping, And they|.vho win >ball rest Beside the luckless losers In one oblivion drest. Thank-giving! 'Tis Thanksgiving! Fill full the flowing bowl! The past was good—be careless Os what may come, my soul. Forgot that graves are gaping; This life Is very sweet. “Duni vlvimus, vivamus” — Come, friends, give thanks—and eat! —Barrett Eastman. A THANKSGIVING STORY. Showing the Adventures of a Citizen Who Had an Appetite for Dinner. L \ / Z IL VZo'' 111. W\ zX IV. It®!- \ / \ / \ /

o„ vm-n Tr.r-1, W oher the one There are two 0 station ami - who with dumps joui ii e , inat’O'' I force enough to Urne He- |ne e 7 w r pr arnuud the depot watchwho loiter- arvu shatter vour hog for his c ..jftmgs. 'lhe baggage, says 1- lu3S t culpadepot baggagemaa c4 tl bjs loDf! ble .°V« smashing trunks and darn tarre con . he has knock tte nwi’ rel|l „ r , e sciea e, and tnm<. reckle*’ brave. foolhar ,„Vtle' bis heartenough to ta<* le “ -j be strings and lor trunk for a quartei-U shod lar proof com' inal ’°" w it. alt! baggageman wants t 0 , ult( same, and usually he ter passengers into lettmg h>.n ban u own wav. He and smile tfoes at*a.' - tms vour bruised and battered k s er with a tow string. The strong, bound chest of the drummer, and tnc aristocratic though fragile the Saratoga, meet on a Cl, “* level, and when they do mtit ht splinters fly. and ti " of the Saratoga is wringing her white bands and tucking s.ray t of lace, rutting and bird sey ■ into the fractured corner- the arum mer is using the most vigorous and spiritual language he can comman 1. and a great deal of it. warming up w .th the eloquent brilliancy ol ms discourse As the prayeis ot tne wicked avail naught, so neithu do th" tears of the belle nor the cu ’ ' of the commercial gentleman. 1 time table of the railroad is not changed in the least, and the sym pathetic pa-sengers are obliged to go abroad. The wounded trunks are thrown into the ambulance -baggag* car—and whirled awa.i to the uer. .‘'laughter-house larther ud the r<»adAnd the dear, dude, and the starchy old deacon, and the grand ant. impressive member of the legislature are all alike powerless in the Hands of the - heck mg. Tyre and bidon have passed away, and so will our trunks. The boths and \ andals swarmed down upon Home and it fell. \cruy, so do the Gothsand Vandals ot the modern railroad prey on our baggage and it is broken up. MONTANA HAS A PAINT MINE. Deposit* Furnishing Four Colors Long known to the Indians. It is not generally known that we have in this locality, very near the “Geyser,” a paint mine, says the Towusend Messenger. We might say it is a quarry, there is so much of it. One of our enterprising citizens, Joseph Blessing, recently look a wagou and shovel and loaded up with two color- the e are three or lour colors to be hail) and brought it home, nounded it up with an old hammer mixed it up with linseed oil and pu. it on his picket fence lie now ba.one of the handsomest fences in the Mate—the upper part a rich old gold and the lower a beautiful maroon. The mine appears to be simply inexhaustible This mine and the- Geyser. which is near it. were discovered, or, rather, located, about eighteen years ago by that veterau old-timer and prince of good fellows, Saylor Thompson, whom everybody knows and likes. It was show n to hai in the tlrst place by a friendly Indian chiet who took a liking to Saylor, and assured him (Naylor that it was the source ot supply for ail the Indians west of the Mississippi Kiver and had been for centuries. T. ose were the day- when Saylor could draw his chair up to a table and sit down without knocking the table over—he was very active. Weil, the Indians 1 ame thousands of miies fur paint and used to decorate tneir persons when on the warpath: trails led from the mine in all directions, show - ing that it had been a natuial center or meet.ng for the red men, just the same as the well-known pipe -stone quarry of southwestern Minnesota. Saylor never made any use of th" paint He was in tne habit of reaching a high state of exhilaration at times, when he would mount h s broncho and let out a few y e ii s an ,| go in for some fun-and then woe to the tenderfoot or anyone el-e who got in hts way. At such times he was n for lun and nothing else, and a Gatling gun would not make him change bis mind when his neck w7 townto i?rtd W °’ Uld > lheU town in lurid colors, but he did not use any paint from the mine-that XeZ.Z b e creat'om ‘ °r sU " cient paint An.mals and Stimui lntg . uian.^l 1 . ? s e nmhJ ea r oUtth « who indulges in stimulant?' animals also indniao th e this manner with -anX 108 * Ves vehicleofintoxtaton -,? UIU ' t ‘ le the lower order <>' case °* '■roeping vetch called “th’ a plant” This is an mu k ! he ‘’ lo<:o "Texan Panhandle,” the of serious danger tn hn 80urce To them Se Z, dcaUle ' wmeh are Possessed by aLs n,? 0 * 019 gin for beings of annthZ Dlhe aDd the results ,jf tl ‘' r only definitely fatal, even wh' h are more moderate measure" takea ln have tasted of ' t ara " “» 18 »ho over backwards their £2 b l e t 0 fall fected as well a s th , ir b Os 'They reap heights in . p ' n3! -Ida dash down precipices. ‘ e J. rfreDz ? and horse wh , has been thn?° ndef of a »s in a safe p 3S i tioa _' ,j' "'wii’ated lue Hospital

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