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tall your aunt had a pet cat which she left in my care." "Oh, go,
on, Uncle Jack," said another eager voice. "This cat was such
a pet that she was put to bed in a basket every night and wrapped
up in a blanket, so she never got cold. But one day she was
playing around when a dog spied her and chased her." "Did she
run up a tree, Uncle Jack?" "No, there were no trees to run up,
so she ran up a telegraph pole, and didn't stop until she reached
the top." "Oh, dear; did she fall off and the dog get her?" "Don't
be in quite such a hurry. She had to stay there two nights
and three days and I tell you it was cold that fall. I couldn't get
up there because I had no climbers or 'stickers' as your aunt
called them. Finally she became so weak that I was afraid she
would fall or die from hunger, so one day. when I couldn't stand
it any longer, what did I do but try to climb that pole just as I
was. It was no easy task, and when I reached the top and put
out my hands the cat dropped into them. I climbed down again,
which was still harder. I took her to the house and fed her." This
is a true story, for we have that cat's kitten.
A Fifth Grade, —Carolyn Everts,
Sidney Pratt School. 79 Clarence Avenue SE.
A Woolly True Tale of the West.
When my uncle returned from a trip out west there ■were a
gTeat many things we liked to hear about. I was but seven years
old, and having a great desire to hear about the ways of the
western people, always called for a wild west story. One I espe
cially liked was this:
"When I got out to Montana I thought I would like to see how
the people lived on a large ranch, so I put my plan before the
rest of the party and they all agreed to try it. We soon began
preparations to 'rough it.' The first thing we did was to build a
shanty on a ranch, as there were no accommodations for us at
the large house. The ( shanty was completed in three days, and
tre then went up to the house and borrowed some ponies to go to
town for provisions. We purchased all the provisions we thought
•we would need, returning to the lonely shanty about 8 p. m. We
put up the provisions, took the ponies to the house and retired
for the night. About niidnight I was suddenly aroused by some
thing that was making our shanty sway pretty freely. I got up,
dressed quickly and noiselessly, took my Winchester and crawled
to the side where the intruder was evidently indulging in a
good scratching on the end of a log which projected from one
end of the shanty. It was a large deer. A happy thought struck
me. Why not have fresh venison instead of ham and bacon? I
got in range, fired and the monster fell without a single groan.
Soon all the rest of the boys were out to see what was the matter
and upon finding out they gave a loud cheer for fresh venison."
A Eighth Grade, —Herbert Broom,
Horace Mann School. 3111 Second Avenue S.
Lender Instead of Driver.
"Oh, Uncle Jack, how I do wish you would tell us a story on
this gloomy day." said Robert. "Tell us anything you please,
juat to pass the time away." "I will tell you a story," said
Uncle Jack, "about a journey that we took when. I was visiting
the arctic regions. It happened one day that we were to make a
journey to Sitka, Alaska, which was about a hundred miles from
our stopping place. We.were to make the journey on sleds that
were drawn by dogs. I was to be one of the drivers, and as I had
not had very much practice in driving dogs it made it quite a
difficult task. The dogs were not used to any other driver except
the one who had trained them, . and every time they had a
chance they would try to upset the sled or" do some other mis
chief. We had gone about ten miles of our journey when sud
denly I found the sled, dogs and all rolling down. a steep em
bankment. When we came to the bottom we were all In- a heap, \
but none the worse off for the fall. After we had untangled the
harness and all was in order again, we moved on, but I was glad
to take the place of leader instead of driver as we went on with
our, journey to Sitka." —Joseph Miller,
A Sixth Grade, 1131 Washington Street NE..
Lost Between Two Fires. t
In a small village there used to live an old veteran of the
civil war. We boys were great friends of his, and were always
asking Uncle Jack,. as we called him, for a story. The following
is one he never tired of telling and we never wearied of hearing
. told: ■
• " 'Twas the night after the first day of the battle of Gettys
burg. The night was unusually dark, so, for all the soldiers
-knew, the confederates might be preparing to advance. Our regi
ment was stationed, on the right and formed part of .the right
•wing of the union army. I was sitting on a,stump, thinking over
the day's battle, when the commander of the regiment rode up
to me and said, 'Foster, ride over to the division headquarters
and ask Major — for more men. Tell him we are greatly
•weakened by to-day's battle.' So, jumping on my horse, I gal
loped off. I had not been riding more than a minute or so when
' I heard the firm command, 'Halt* I understood.at once. -I had
wandered from the union lines in the darkness and was earing
the confederates. Making no reply, I set spurs to my horse and
started in the opposite direction. As I did so I heard the report
of a gun and my left arm dropped to my side. I was lost between
two fires. I allowed my horse to take me where he wished and
thanks to him I was eventually back to the. union 'lines. Weak
from the loss of blood, I almost fell into the sentry's arms and.:
•was carried to the division hospital, where my/arm was ampu
At this he would raise the stump of his left arm, which he
prized more than anything else, to prove his story-
B Ninth Grade, ...-.". —Brewer GoodseU, . ■ .
South Side High School. 3433 Chicago Avenue.
Jast In the Nick of Time.
TJncle Jack was sitting in an easy chair reading a newspaper
When he presently looked up. "'There is a piece in thia paper that
puts me in mind of an adventure I had in the Rockies," said he.
Spring Upon the Prairie
-■'■■" May Phillips Tatro.
A FAINT green tinging all. the billowy plain.
Far-reaching space filled in with glad" refrain
Of meadow lark and twittering blackbird notes. .
And low, love chirrups from the swallows' throats-
Brown swallows that with swiftly dipping flight- -
Sweep close to earth, then seeking higher light—
With trembling wings that beat the scented air -^
Then darting back with quivering pinions, where •
Beneath the eaves are nests secure and high. : „"
Wherein the brooding mother chirps a lullaby.
A striped gopher poses still and straight— ; . -
arjjbi Then, with defiant whistle, seeks his mate.7,
&*ttfs£r**i A gleam ci scarlet as a blackbird tilts
c-Hii BLl'pon a willow and pipes forth a lilt
•aajStgl^^Of rippling song from out his joyous throat.
■RSa /d So mucn of wakening nature forms a part
SB V** Of our prairie springtime, fresh and sweet —
<r^*^s3_With eager rapture we its coming greet. ':
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY. MAY 4. 1901.
"Tell us about it," we cried. "All right," said uncle. "One day I
was sitting in my shack thinking about my sheep. I was wonder
ing if they would be safe that night, for an Indian had killed a
puma and had seen its mate behind my house, prowling around
the sheep. While I was wrapped in thought I heard a noise in the
next room. Before I could reach my rifle a huge puma sprang on
my lap. It rolled me over and over and had its teeth buried in my
hand when a bullet whistled past my ears and buried itself with
a dull thud in the heart of the beast. I 3hall never forget that
awful moment. I sprang to my feet and shook hands with my
deliverer. He was the Indian who killed the other puma."
B Sixth Grade.
One day in early spring, when the snow had nearly disap
peared, my uncle and his brother •• t out of doors to play hand
ball against the side of their barn. The barn was very high and
had been built on a hill and they were going to throw against the
side facing the downward slope. While they were playing one of
the boys made a mistake and instead of hitting the side of the
ham he lodged the ball in the soft snow on the roof near the
ridg3 pole. They then went in the barn and got a ladder about
seventeen feet long and after leaning it against the overhanging
edge of the barn my uncle started up after the ball. The snow
Bug Berry-Pickers—"Gee ! I guess the fanner knew we were coming—he's got
a bullfrog watching the strawberries. "—Fnmjudgs, Copyright 1901.
which had fallen on the roof had thawed some, and when a freeze
came had turned to ice, then it had snowed again, and it was in
this soft snow that the ball had fallen. My uncle climbed up to
the ball, picked it up and threw it down, but just then the snow
slipped from under his feet and he found himself in the midst
of a small avalanche. The ladder, which was his only salvation,
for he could not stop himself, was a little way to one side of his
course, and in order to strike it he rolled over and over as he
slid. He also called to his brother to brace the ladder so It would
not fall. My uncle struck the ladder with his body and managed
to catch the top rung with his hands and cling to it, but his
momentum carried him and the ladder away from the barn. Then
with all his strength his brother below poised the ladder in mid
air and let it gently fall back again to the barn. My uncle then
came safely down. —Earl C. Maul,
B Ninth Grade, 408 Oak Street SE.
East Side High School.
"Uncle Jack, I am tired of studying," I said, as I laid aside
my history; "I believe it would rest me if you would tell me one
of your interesting s-tories."
"Gladly, if it will make you happier." was Uncle Jack's re
ply. "Once there was a little boy who lived in a large city and
who was always mixed up in some exciting mischief. One day
the teacher was displeased with his conduct and shut him up in a
room in the school, but he -went in, grinning from ear to ear.
School closed and he waited for some one to come for him —no
one appeared. He waited until it was somewhat dark and then
began to be frightened by imaginary ghosts and goblins. All at
once a thought popped Into his head, which he put into imme
diate execution.. With much difficulty he opened the large win
dow, below which was the Brie canal. His prison was in the
second story—but be gave a jump and splashed into the canal.
Being a good swimmer he soon swam to shore and ran-home.
The next morning he went to school as usual. The professor was
already there. He said, 'I forgot about you when I closed school.
I came here after dark, but you were gone. How did you get
ontT* 'Jumped from the window into the canal, swam out and ran
home.' 'Well,' said the teacher, 'none but a brave boy would
dare to do that. It does not seem to work to shut you up, so you
need not look for it again.' The teacher and I were better friends
"Why, uncle, were you the little boy? And weren't you scared
when you splashed into Ac water?"
"No, I was, and am, very fond of water."
B Eighth Grade, —Alice E. De Kroyft,
Adams School. 2321 Nineteenth Avenue S.
"Weil, want a story again?" said Uncle Jack, as he seated
himself comfortably by the glowing fire. "I'll tell you of one that
happened to me some ten years ago when I was hunting in the
Rockies. We started out one morning to find a bear that had
been prowling around the camp a good deal. He was easily
tracked and I got ahead of the rest of the party and soon found
that I had lost my way. Just then I saw that bruin's tracks led
to a narrow ravine. I followed them and entered a narrow ravine
to which there was no opening Jnit the one by which I had en
tered. I was just about to turn around to go back when I heard
a twig snap and I beheld a big bear in the act of attacking me. He
walked forward a step or two and then suddenly, with a howl
of pain, he fell back, and at the same moment I heard a click. He
had been caught in a bear trap which I- very fortunately had
escaped. I saw that now wa3 the time to shoot, but discovered,
to my do3pair, that I had no ammunition left. I could not leave,
because the bear took up all the narrow opening. I then tried to
climb the high walls, but they were too steep and I soon sprained
my ankle in the attempt. I then shouted till I was hoarse and
could shout no more Thus I sat all that day and night, cold,
2437 Eleventh Avenue S.
la the Heart of uu Avalanche.
@ A Lucky Liklngr.
The Saving. "ClicU."
hungry and suffering intense pain from my ankle, and in constant
fear that the bear, who howled all the time, would attract more
bears, or else break the trap and devour me. I waited impatient*
ly for morning to come, when I felt sure my friends would come,
too. Nor was I disappointed. ,My two faithful guides found me
when I was almost unconscious. They dispatched bruin and
carried me to camp, where 7 received proper attention."
A Eighth Grade, B —Mary C. McDonald, ..
Emerson School. '"' 1809 Vine Place.
• Pioneer Days of Minnesota.
-"* One day long ago. when the Indians and bears were thick in
the place where Red Wing now stands, my Uncle Jack was chop
ping wood in his back yard, at the foot of the bluff. His wife was
hanging out clothes nearer to the road. She looked up towards
the bluff and saw a black bear coming toward her. 1: She called
to Uncle Jack; who, with ax in hand, followed the bear down to
the river. There happened to be a camp of Indians on the shore
and their canoes were drawn up on the river bank. Uncle Jack
dashed through a group of Indians, and launching a canoe, pad
dled out to where the bear was swimming. He raised his ax and
smote him on the head. '_ A few more blows and the bear was
dead. This was a daring feat, for the bear could have easily upset
the canoe. .-.When Uncle Jack came back to shore the Indians
• called him a brave man and praised him highly.
B Eighth Grade, —Neil C. Jamison,
. -- East Side High School. 1419 Fifth Street SE.
A BORN RULER OF MEN
Enemies of France Pay Tribute to
Napoleon the Great.
A CLERGYMAN relates in the Spectator that
while working in London in 1887 as a
curate to Rev. Canon Fleming he was called in
his vicar's absence to administer a religious
service in Eaton Square to' Admiral Eden, an
aged retired officer of the royal navy. After the
service was over the admiral took the clergy
man's hand and said:
'"Shake hands with me, young man. There are
ncl many alive who can say what I can say.
You are talking with a man who has talked
with Napoleon the Great."
"Sir," said the curate, "that is history. May
I hear more?"
The old admiral then said he was once return
ing with his fleet from the West Indies and
touched at St. Helena. His admiral said, "I am
going up to Longwood to pay my respects to
Napoleon, and the senior midshipman comes
with me." g
"I was senior midshipman." continued Ad
miral Eden, "and so I went. We waited for Na
poleon in an outer room, and you must imagine
how eagerly I expected his entrance. The door
was thrown open at last and in he came. He
was short and fat, and nothing very attractive
but-for his eye! My word, sir, I had never seen
anything like it. After speaking to the admiral
he turned to me, and then I understood for the
first time in my life what was the meaning of the phrase, 'A
born ruler of men.' I had been taught to hate the French as I
hated the devil; but when Napoleon looked at me there was such
power and majesty in his look that if he had bade me lie down
that he might walk over me I would have done It at once, Eng
lishman although I was. The look on Napoleon's face was the
revelation of the man and the explanation of his power. He wa3
bern to command."
Midshipman Eden was not the only Englishman, "taught to
hate the French," who came under the spell of Napoleon's per
sonality. Two British naval officers, Hotham and Senhouse,
were deeply impressed.
"The admiral and myself," writes Senhouse, "have both dis
covered that our inveteracy has oozed out like the courage oi
Acres in 'The Rivals.' "
Lord Keith's tribute was even more emphatic.
'Confound the fellow!" he said. "If he had obtained an in
terview with his royal highness (the prince regent), in half an
hour they would have been the best friend 3in England."
The crew of the Bellerophon declared of their country's
enemy: "Well, they may abuse that man as much as they please,
but if the people of 3ngland knew him as well as we do they
would not touch a hair of his head."
The crew of the Northumberland were of similar mind, say*
ing: "He is a fine fellow, who does not deserve his fate."
DO NOT AGREE IN POLITICS
Harry's Sunday School Teacher Talked too Much
Jibout the Democrats to Please Him.
LITTLE Harry Brown comes from a family of stanch republic
ans, and is himself a strong supporter of the party cause.
Last Sunday Harry returned from Sunday school very much in
censed with his teacher, and informed his mother that he wai
not going to go to Sunday school any more.
"Why, what's the matter, Harry?" asked his mother. "1
thought you Liked to go to Sunday school."
"Well, mama," said he, "Sunday school is all right, but I
don't like the teacher. She's a democrat and is all the tima
talking about sinners and publicans, and I know that there ar«
just as many democrats sinners as republicans."
TATTOO AS A MEANS OF IDENTITY.
In order to help the restoration of stolen dogs, the French so
ciety, "Assistance aux Animaux," has made arrangements to tat
too a number on the ear of every dog or cat presented at the so
ciety's establishment. The process, it is claimed, will be pain
less, and as a register of all pets tattooed will be kept, owners
will'always be able to establish identity by reference to the num
ber on the animal's ear and the testimony of the society's booka
AN IRISH CITY IN ENGLAND.
Liverpool has been described as an Irish city in England. Th<
Welsh, however, claim to have built it; their language is fre
quently to be heard in its chapels and streets, particularly oa
ROMANTIC STORIES PREFERRED.
The pretty little Dutch queen is a great novel reader and
her preferance is for English books. She likes the novels o|
Scott and Dickens, and is much inclined to romantic stories.
THE MOSQUITOES TOOK A SHORT CUT.
Monquitoes were unknown in Switzerland until the completion
of the St. Gothard tunnel under the Alps. Tfie tunnel gave then*
a shott cut. to the land of William Tell.
THE FIRST PUBLIC SCHOOL.
Massachusetts has the henor of opening the first publio
school in this country. The event happened in the year 1643.