Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 November 1891 — FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. What Children Rara Done. What They Are Doing, and What They Should Do to I'M Their Childhood Days. Nellie's Trip to Bun-I.and. Little Nell’d been “helping mamma." She bad swept the poren and hall. And had got so tired and hungry that she sat down by the wait, Just to rest herself a moment, with her broom across her knee; When a strange thing happened to her, as site tells the tale to me. She just shut her eyes a moment, so her lit tie story runs. When she wont away to somewhere, where the children gather buns; They were growing on the bushes, and were hanging from the trees. Sweet enough to tempt the palate of the honey-loving bees. “O, tliey was the very doodest buns that ever was,” says she. And she smacks her lips, remembering, as she tells the tale to me. How she ate In that strange country that’s not down on any map Bun fruit from the roadside bushes, when they thought she took a nap. There were lots nnd lots of children In this very pleasant place. And it seems that all were hungry, and. as happened in her case, They had come there without knowing how they come, but all agreed, 'Twas a most delightful country—quite like fairyland. Indeed. Such a jolly, jolly country, where they played the nicest games. And the children knew each other, though they couldn’t tell their names; “Dest the bestest place that ever I was Id,” says little Nell; “An’ the buns- O. my!” Words fail her when their sweetness sl*e would tell. “How did you get back from bun-land?” grandma asks, with laughing eye. As she listens to the story; “Did you walk, or ride, or fly?” “I don’t know,” is Nellie’s answer, with a puzzled face and air; “I turn back all in a mlnlt, but I know that I was there.” “Pshaw, you dreamed Is,” says her brother, “for I saw you fast asleep On the steps.” But “No,” says Nellie, with a faith she means to keep In that pleasant, pleasant country, where tho buns on bushes grow; “I'm dest sure that 1 went somewhere, an' I ,didn’t dream, I know.” Hearth and Hall.

Three Little Fables. PRISONER AND JAILER. Once upon a Time a Jailer who had a Thief in his keeping as a Prisoner under Sentence decided to Appeal to his Honor instead of exercising such close Vigilance. He, therefore, said to him: “If you will give me your Word of Honor not to escape I will let you gounwatched.” “How thick are the walls?” asked the prisoner in reply.

“W h y, only about eight inches, and the Brfck are very poor at that.” “Then you may safely confide in my Honor and secure a full night’s \sleep. ” [I- On the very next I morning. However, the Jailer visited the Prisoner’s cell

to find that, he had dug a Hole through th,e Wall and made his Escape. Meetiug him in Canada a few days later he began to Upbraid the man with his Total Want of Honor and Gratitude, and added: “It was very Foolish in me to expect you would keep your word. A Thief cannot have a Conscience!” “Oh, as to that, my dear sir,” replied the Escaped, “you are as much to Blame as I am. Had you put me on my Honor, without stating the Thickness of the Walls, I should have believed Escape impossible and made no Effort.” MORAL. It was a Missouri Man who Advertised that he had Hidden his Money in a Corn-crib, and Warned all Persons to keep away from the same. Loss next Night, $650; no clew.

THE MULE AND THE PEASANT. One day a Mule, who was drawing a cart along the Highway, suddenly

came to a stop and began Lamenting his hard Fate. “How now, you Ingrate!” shouted the Peasant in reply. “Are you not Well Fed and Lodged, and do you ever Work on, Sundays?”

“But behold the Muddy Highway! My strength is Taxed to the Utmost to pulVniy Load.” “But owing to this same Condition of the Highway I have only put on 600 pounds. If there was no Mud I’d Load you with at least a Thousand.” MORAL. The Man who has a Boil now and then perhaps escapes a Broken Nose. the hen and the farmer. A Hen once Overheard her Master praising the Song of the Nightingale

.in the most Extra vacant Manner, and :saying to his Wife: | “If we only had a I Bird which could Sing like that I would Admire him from Davlight to Dark.” ‘ “That’s a Pointer for me. Old Huckle-

berry.” chuckled the Hen as she Snatched another Potato-Bug, “and you’ll hear something Drop before long.” Next Evening, as the Fanner and his Wife sat on the Doorstep and hoped the Nightingale would come again, the Hen flew into a Tree and made a Heroic Attempt to Warble as she had heard "the Bird do. . “Good Lands! But what in Goshen ails that ’ere Hen?” exclaimed the Farmer as he jumped up. The Hen Posed anew and sent forth a fresh clack, clack, clack. “The Infernal Idiot is neither a Hen nor a Bird, and therefore of no good except in a Pot-Pie,” growled the Farmer and. bringing out his Shotgun, he put an end to her Life. MORAL. Mapvi a good Farmer has begin spoiled fy trying to become a Legislator.—New York World. Old dim and Che llaby. I have a pet cat. “Old Jim,” writes ftlittle girl in Farm and Home. He

Is black and white, is ’most 11 years old and weighs 11J pounds. He can do some cute tricks and is quite playful. Besides rats and mice, he has caught squirrels and weasels, a partridge, wild rabbits, and once he killed a skunk. But I want to tell! you what he did for me when I was a baby. I was creeping on the floor and some way I hurt myself. I cried, and Jim came to me and said, “Purr, me-ow;” then looked at mamma and said “Me-ow" out sharp. But mamma waited to see what he would do and did not take me up. Jim mewed to me again, and lapped my face and sat down by me. I began to cry again, and he sprang up, put both his arms, or paws, around me, and mewed out sharper; then took hold of my dress with his teeth and tried to lift me up. He. always came if he heard me cry, and tried to lift me several times. Mamma says perhaps you will think this is a pretty big cat story, but it is every bit true. I have a pet rabbit, and he and Jim are great friends. They eat together and play together, and Jim will wash the rabbit's face for him.