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- - - - . . m MMTl'K mMIf SIMM wcv Vjv Kif 1 . . 1 , .TnANKSGIVINO. T 3 -ps EjJZAjETH; AK.ERS- All en 5 oh? Copyright, MS, by American Pren Aandation. In the pleasant days when we went to school We read, in a well worn history book, How, restless under a despot's rale, A band of pilgrims their land forsook. And, craning a wide, mysterious main To a country strange and little known, Began, with liurlhip ami toil and pain. The home and nation we call onr own. '"'IP The tale rehearsed how they strove with fate, They and their meek and patient wives, And rose np early and labored late . To keep and comfort their lonely 'lives. They felled the forests with fire and ax, , They dng and planted the ragged soil .- And faced denials, and pinching lacks. And constant danger, and ceaseless toil. For Nature met them with Jealous mood. She gave scant welcome to human schemes Which turn the shade from ber solitude, And rent the forests, and dammed the streams. Her Indian children had never dared To spoil her shrines and to thwart ber will The red man's life was ber own and shared. Without question, her good and ilL With few of the helps we know today To yield relief as the seasons rolled. Tin y paid the price that she bade tbeui pay They gasped with heat, and they shook with Colli. The ills she sent them they grimly bore. Yet mmo the less did that stubborn band Hold fust to the stern, nnpltying shore Whereon their vessel had chanced to laud. One summer fiercely and long the snn Had parched their gardens and scorched their grain. And days and weeks had gone on and on With never a sprinkle of saving rain. The beat drank greedily all the springs And dried the wheat ere the ears were filled ; It withered the corn to yellow strings. And all the tenderer crops were killed. And strongest spirits grew faint indeed, Foreseeing nothing but want and woe, Wasting hunger, and bitter need. And actual famine with winter's snow. The preachers donbled their sermons' length And droned long chapters and prayed and prayed. Vet, spite of their faith's persistent strength, nas every man 01 tnem sore airaid. But when their courage was almost gone, So deaf seemed heaven to their prayers and Pin, A cloud arose in the sky at dawn. Dark and heavy with promised rain. And when poured plenteonsly down at last The crystal blessing denied so long " They changed the day from a gloomy fast Into a service of joy and song. And ever after their children, too. And their children's children after them, With love and gratitude ever new, Set one day separate, like a gem Of purer luster than all the rest In the golden round of the year of days, When all might offer, as one, their best Of true Thanksgiving and humble praise So let no spirit, though far apart From happy fortune its path may stray. km use to nonor, wn voice and bean, The dear tradition we keep today. For never a soul in all the earth. In but or palace, in any clime, But baa some blessing or comfort worth The giving thanks at this joyful time. We who are happy, whose lot is crowned With every favor that life can bring. How can we fail, aa the day comes round. To offer thanks, to rejoice and sing? We who are wretched, whose days are dark. oid of all that can Mesa or cheer. Mar still be glad, as its dawn we mark. That rest and freedom are almost here. For grain bins brimming with amber wheat. And all the riches of harvest born ; For laden hives, with their burden sweet ; r or neaps or imits and for golden corn ; For bursting cotton and warming fleece ; For bleating flocks and for milky herds ; ' For home, for comfort, for thrift, for peace, For kindly bands and for loving words; For all the gifts of the. teeming earth; For every blessing the autumn sends: For love, for pleasure, for tears, for mirth. For faithful hearts and for loyal friends; For household circles still fond and whole. Let every one in hie own best way. With grateful thought and with humble seal. Yield tfca&bsiviac &&d praise toiiy I Thanksgiving is a day which fills us all with thanks and roast turkey, and aa such a day it is dear to the hearts of all Americans. Thanksgiving doesn't make as much noise as does the Fourth of Ju ly, with its firecrackers, or as Christmas, with its bells. The country is the only 5 lace in which Thanksgiving may be en oyed to its fullest extent, although there are people who claim that it is not without its own peculiar charm in the smallest kind of aflat At first it may seem absurd to the student of human affairs that a 16 pound turkey should be able to perform with its maximum grace in a $13 flat. -But this fact is not a mys tery when we come to look it squarely in the face and meet it with the mental dissecting knife. It is because these flat dwelbsrs enjoy many Thanksgivings in the turkey of the present. After the head of the family has gone to the table alone to do the carving, be cause he would not have sufficient elbow room if the family were congregated about him, they sit down and dream of the turkey, of the past when they were out on the farm looking across dreamy vistas of nestling landscape, punctuated by the scarecrow shivering in his straw hat and linen duster, to let the world know that summer was a thing of the past And still they fancy they see this old scarecrow standing among the corn stacks, with the wind blowing through his whiskers. They see bim right over there on the fire escape of the neighbor ing flat, for all the flatsoape to them is a large area of farm land nestling with red leafed trees and mortgages that can not be raised by band and are not self raising like the flour raised upon it . It bas brooaht with it pleasant mem ories which cover a period of 30 vears. It only goes back to last March in the flesh, but it carries the man back to the time when be slept like a top on a corn husk mattress and arose in the early morn together the steaming pancake on the fly, long before be dreamed that he would ever have to gather the matutinal horse car on the fly. It takes bim back to the old game of sbittney, and brings back to him faces that bad long since faded from his memory. Out in the crisp chilly air be shouts, "Shinney on your own side!" as of aid, and hears the yelping of the hound, shining like pat ent leather with enthusiasm, and is stirred once more by the ripping whix of the flashed partridge, and the reverber ating bang of the sportsman's gun, that sounds so sweet in the aisles of the si lent forest. He will not wake from this pleasant dream of past happiness until the morrow, for then the turkey will be cold, and the logs of fancy's fireside will have been reduced to white ashes to stir fitfully in the vagrant gust of wind. Even when the turkey's shining carcass has been chopped up to be util ised as the base of aa economic soup, the reminiscent charm Will have vanished gracefully, like a $10 bill at a seaside resort, for the turkey, like love, is never itsenw.gain when once it'sccld. Its feet are on the ash heap and will stmt about no more. Its bead, with its great Dundreary whiskers of naming red, will no more warble in the rosy kiss of dawn and fill the beholder with rosy anticipation of the jocund feast Its work is done, and its days are past, and now the family, so well begrimed with gravy to the very eyes, sit and regard one another in silent joy. The smaller members will have to take a bath to get the turkey off them. But the victory is theirs, as they sit in the city flat filled with visions of ecstasy and break the magic wiehbone and wish that everyone irom the highest to the lowest bas had just so merry and glad a Thanksgiving as has fallen to their happy lot - B. K. McKKrrnucK. A SOLDIER'S THANKSGIVING. Th Tim TiMliglriH SatoM. Justice Fineham If your bands could talk, Sam, don't yon suppose they could tell who took that turkey ? Sam Don b'lieve they could, sab. 'cause I b'lieves dat de true spirit ob Thanksgivin time is nebber to let de right hand fajow what de kf baud am BT LIEUTESAXT TRIGG. Copyright, 1893, by American Press Associa tion. We started to dig our way out of the prison pen at Salisbury, N. C, on the 2d day of August, 1 80S. There were five of us, all of whom had been captured at the same time, and we reached the pris on in May. In all prison pens the inmates paired off at least, and in many instances four, five or six men formed a sort of close corporation. AH clothing, blankets, money and other articles went into a common fund, and the men shared alike in the comforts and discomforts. It so happened that none of us was despoiled when captured, and on entering the pates of Salisbury we had f 00 in cash, each a good blanket and a full nuiform, and we were thus enabled to live in for greater comfort than the great majority. We bad a choice of ground on which to pitch onr tent, and having an eye to a tunnel we got as near the dead line and the fence as possible. The distance to the dead line was 6 feet and to the fence about 23. ' Up to this time a score of prisoners had escaped by means of tunnels, and dozens of tunnels had been discovered while being dug. The Confederates en tered the pen almost daily through the mouths of June, July, August and Sep tember and made a close search for dig gers. Such vigilance acted to discourage the prisoners, and I believe onr tnnnel was the only one begun in the month of October. Our tent was a roomy ono. and we begun operations, sinking a shaft five feet deep and large enough to allow a man to work in. This bole was in the middle of onr tent, and when not in use was covered with four sticks and a blanket All the dirt was carried away in our pockets and flung into abandoned wells or scattered over the ground. A spoon, the two halves of -a canteen and the handles r.f a skillet were our tools for digging. As we had noticed that every visit of the searchers was made in the afternoon or evening we began and prosecuted our work in the forenoon. After a couple of weeks some digging was made after 10 o'clock at night, but we never felt safe while thus engaged. When the tnnnel proper was begun, two men were working at the same time below ground. A third stood watch at the door, and tho fourth and fifth carried away the dirt. The tnnnel was three feet below the surface and but a trifle larger than a man 's body. The dicgcr had to null himself in by using bis elbows, and he dzew after him a tin' basin and a string. The dirt was placed in the basin and drawn out by the man in the shaft Crawling into a hollow log is fun com pared to wriggling in'and out of such a tunnel. The body shuts out all the air. the place is stifling hot, and after half an hour s work the strongest man is nsed up. , When our tunnel had reached the fence, we had to go down four feet to work under the ends of the logs, and the air became so foul that we made but slow headway and some days, did not warkatalL We bad planned to run the tunnel close to the dispensary, and after passing the fence the digging became easier, but delay from one cause or an other prevented the completion of onr enterprise until the 20th of November. At noon of that date we bad dug onr full distance and had only to break through a foot of crust to be in the open air outside the fence. We mnst wait for night, of course. The weather was fine, with a promise of a starlight night, bat dnrimr the afternoon we made all onr arrangements to go. Twice during the afternoon alarms were given that search ing parties were coming in, but they proved to be 'false. Nighf finally came with onr plan undetected, and about 8 o'clock the first of the five entered the tunnel, crept to the far end and broke through the crust We bad dug within 13 inches of the wall of the dispensary. The building was nsed as sleeping quar ters for two or three men connected with the hospital department, and as we pass ed ont of the tnnnel in turn each of aa beard them talking and moving about Each man crept away to the left, climb ed over a fence and followed it for 20 rods, and then made for a certain tree which could be seen from the stockade and which bad been agreed upon as the rendezvous. We encountered no guards and raised so alarm, and within half an hour from the time the firs man enter ed the tnnnel the five of us were gath ered under the tree. We traveled all night, with oniy Uitf stcj for rest, aod trial dajliLt came we judged that we had made a good 25 miles. We had followed the highway on and off, but without en countering any one, and as the day broke we sought the cover of a thicket and lay down to rest and sleep. It was afternoon before any one awoke, and then the first move was to look for water. We soon found that, and then the question of food came up. Keeping all together, we moved to the west, knowing .that we should come to a plan tation sooner or later. The beet we could do in the way of weapons was for each man to arm himself with a club. The highway was on our left as we went forward, and we had proceeded for about a mile when we broke ont of the cover of a thicket and found our selves upon the road, which took a turn there to avoid a hilL It was only a narrow road, and a couple of jumps would have given us cover on the other side, but as we left the bushes we came face to face with a soldier in Confeder ate uniform. He was sitting down on a stone to rest and was without weapons of any sort Had the soldier remained quiet a tragedy would have been avoid ed. At first sight of us he sprang to his feet, and instead of running away when he recognized na as escaped prisoners, which I am sure he did, he called on ns to surrender and seised a man with each hand. He was only a boy, being less thau 20 years old, and not having even a pistol with him it was a foolhardy thing for him to dct Having a brave heart in him, he acted on impulse. The idea with all of us was that we bad blundered upon a party of soldiers sent out in search, and no one hesitated to use his club. It was only after the young soldier had gone down under our blows that we found he was alone and unarmed. Two men lifted np his body and bare it into a thicket across the road, and when at a safe distance we examined his in juries and did all that was possible wi der the circumstances to revive him. Some of the blows had fractured his skull, and at the end of two hours be was dead. When I tell yon that we were sorely grieved over the matter, I do not half express our feelings. In one sense we had the moral and legal right to at tack him and defend ourselves, but when we saw bim lying dead we could not help but feel that there was innocent blood on onr bands. On an envelope in hie pocket was his name, George Wil liamson, and he also had with him a ten days furlough, granted by the com mander of the post at Salisbury nine days before. He was one of the guards at the prison pen, then, and bad been home on a furlough and was making bis way back. We found a spot where a tree had been overturned and buried the body as well as we could, and during the re mainder of the day no one seemed to think of food. As night came we started on again, but we had not made a dig- HE EPBASG TO HIS FEET. tance of ten miles when a comrade named Clark caught his foot and twist ed his ankle in a way to render bim per fectly helpless. There was no thought of going on without him. After scouting around and finding that we were in the woods half a mile from the highway and at least mile from any cleared field, we erected a rude shelter and pre pared to wait until Clark could proceed with na The next day we got some corn from a field two miles away and parch ed it over a small fire, and later on we captured several opoasuins, killed a pig, which was running wild, and knocked over and devoured three or four crows and pronounced them excellent eating. Thanksgiving day found ns still there, though Clark was getting the better of his injury, and we hoped to make a start next morning. Oar dinner was ready at S o'clock f n the afternoon and consisted of a roasted crow, three sweet potatoes a&d a cala aude of aeal &aj wat. The meal had been stolen from a negro shanty three miles away during the pre vious afternoon. Perhaps "taken "wonld be the better term, as one of the men went to the shanty to beg for something and found no one at home. The five of us sat in a circle eating this Thanksgiving dinner when a stran ger suddenly appeared among us. That he was a native could be told at a glance, and that he was the owner of the nearest farm on the west we soon ascertained. He was out hunting, and had been led to ns by his dog. He knew in moment that we were Union soldiers who had "cut stick," and he must have been cog nizant of the fact that there was a stand ing reward of $50 for the capture of any prisoner seeking to make bis escape. For a long time no one spoke. The man "WILL TOtJ GIVE TJS TOCR IMHEf leaned on his rifle and looked down On us, and as we gazed at him each one of ns felt that we were helpless. By and by be queried : "Any one of yo bin sick?" -We told him that Clark had Sprained his ankle, and that we had been camped there for several davs. "Heaps o' soldiers bin lookin ont ftn yo'," he said, "and it's a wonder TO dodged 'em. 'Do yo' know what day 'tis?" "Yes. Thanksgiving. "And is that yo'r dinner !" "Xes " "Well, I reckon I kin flo better than that fur yo'. Jist stop . right yarn and don't be anxious, and I'll 'bring yo' some grub from the house. He was gone before we could question him. We believed that he bad gone for neip instead or food, but if we Started off we could not hope to evade pursuit with Clark as a burden on na. We talk ed it over and concluded that it Bight as well be surrender without an effort, and we were feeling gloomy enough when the man returned. To onr surprise he was alone and bad a basket on his arm and a jug in his hand. The basket contained meat, bread, pickles, pie and other good things, and the jug held cider. He placed them before ns and said: "Boys, I don't know who yo are. I shall never own np that I ever saw yo'. The s'arch fur yo' is now about over, and I reckon yo'd better move slowly on by tomorrer." "But why do yon do this for an ene my?" was asked. "I her no enemies on Thanksgiving day!" he replied as be uncovered his head. "Besides I'vegot a son who is a soldier. War' be in the hands of his enemies on this day I should hope for them to treat him as I treat yo'." "Will you give ns your name?" "James Williamson, and ay boy ar' named George! He waa home on fur lough a few days ago, but has gone back to the prison pen. I shan't see yo' agin. Jest leave the basket and jug alongside the tree, and I'll get em tomorrer. Good luck to yo'." We sat there staring into each other's faces and never thanked bim nor said goodby. We could not speak for several minutes after the sound of his footsteps had died ont of our ears. It was his son bis soldier boy we had encounf ed on the highway and killed his son ly ing dead m a shallow grave in the for est a few miles away I We had slain hie only child perhaps, and be repaid ns with food and succor and kind words t No man touched food or drink. Mo man felt hanger or thirst We sat then for an hoax, silent and ..conscience stricken and even tearful, and then we got np and moved away on onr journey and made no halt for miles and milea. Long weeks after that two ragged, starving and wounded Union prisoners entered the Federal lines in Tennessee, but only two. The other three of onr party were dead on the mountains or in the valley dead witboat burial. ; Fat had de suaded tirea live ix can. of breath, together wtta sack a that, at tins I walk the floor nearly all sdgna. Wm wanataiinsM that I bad ergaale dl is of ,aa heart far valea there waa no remedy. I had i la The OraoUc aad a year ago, aa a last resort, tried one botUeof Jfca oarta jas flaa waica convinced me that there merit latt. I took three bottles each of the Heart Core and Beetoratrra Harris aad eseqr aansadt ana W i walla Blent, my heart I I have no mete ssaitlw ilin snalla. 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