Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 July 1887 — CARL DUNDER. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CARL DUNDER.

A Fairy Story After the German. Yell, shildren. maype you like to bear me talk some more (says Carl Dander in Detroit Free Press). I vhas oanly an oldt Dutchmans, but if I do you some goot dot vhas all right. I guess I tell you aboudt some badt bov—a feller who vhas named Shacob Hornberger, and who lif py dot Black Forest in Shermany. Vhas I tell you happened so long ago dot my great grandfather vhas a leedle poy. I has some

peoples tell me it vhas a fairy story, but I doan know. Yhell, now to pegin: Vonce upon some times a poy named Sbacob Hornberger lif py der Black Forest mit his parents. Dot poy doan lie und shteal, but he vhas cruel in his rnindt. If he sees some odder leedle poy he likes to hit him mit a club, und if he sees some leedle girl he like to pinch her und make her yell so loud as a cannoD. Dot vas a pad preenciples, children. If you doan have some mercy und sympathy for odder people you vhill some day shtand oop on der gallows to be bung. Yhell, to proceed some more, dot poy Shacob vhas tickled all oafer when he has some shance to be cruel mit a dumb brute. It vhas his delight to throw stones at some dogs, hunt down cats, und kill off der innocent birds. If be doan’ be cruel to something during der way he doan’ shleep goot at night. Lots of peoples talk to him und gif him goot advice, but Shacob vhas no petter. Vhen a poy doan' heed der words of his parents und friends it vhas badt for him—werry badt. He vhas on der plank roadt to destruction, und he dies some awful death.

Vhell, one day Shacob finds a rabbit mit two proken legs, und be vhas nefer so tickled pefore. It vhas a shance to pe cruel, und he takes oudt his knife to torture dot poor rabbit. A leedle oldt man mit a bump on his pack und one white eyebrow comes oudt of der woods shus den und says: “Vhas you, do, eh, Shacob? You doan’ be cruel to dot poor rabbit, I hope?” “I like to skin him alife!” says Shacob. “But if you touch him you shall be punishod.” Und now, shildren, vhas you suppose dot poy didt? He jabs dot knife into dot rabbit's eyes und laughs ha! ha! ha! to hear him cry oudt midt pain. Howefer, he hadt no sooner done dot dander old man makes two signs like dot und says: “I turn dot poy into a lean, blind wolf, und I bid him go off mit der Black Forest. Dot rabbit vhas all right again!” Und, shildren, shust like you lif, Shacob pecomes a plind wolf, mit all his ribs plain to be seen, und dot rabbit goes scampering off on four legs, mit bis eyes as goot as easer. Dot wolf howls mit hunger und pain, und vhile he runs he knocks himself oafer lots of times und vhas pacfly used oop. If he can’t see he can’t catch something to eat, und in a little time he goes deadt. If you see some rabbit, shildren, you vliill notice how crooked his hindt legs vhas. Dot vhas pecause dey vhas proken. You notice pome specs in his eyes. Dot vhas pecause he vhas cured so queek of bis plindness. Dot vhas my story, leedle ones, und I like you to remember it. Der poy who likes to gif pain to some helpless animal vhill come oop to some badt man. It vhas petter dot oar hearts vhas always full of pitty und mercy, und dot we vhas always ready mit charity for der unfortunate.

“I like to Skin him alife.”