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THE SUNDAY BEE: OMAHA. JUNE 25, 1922.
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A OLUt JAV PUAVS A JOKe OW TH6. INDIAN.
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The two Tecni'c Weenie Boy -couts, the L over-Twins,
tad learned a great deal about woodcraft during their' two
weeks in the woods with the Indian. They learned how to '
make a bark canoe, how to make drinking cups out of seeds,
and they learned that acorns make handy-buckets, The In-,
dian taught them where to look for the many berries that
'grow in the woods and where-to find the crawfish and turtle
eggs. . V,v?y-
"You fellows learn much fast about woods. You pretty
-smart maybe, so we will start home at sunup in morning,"
'announced the Indian while the three little people sat about
Jheir tiny campfire. ' ,
"O, we don't want to go homel" wailed the twins. "We
are having such a nice time. Please, can't we stay, a few
days more?"
"No, can't do," answered the Indian. "Your ma, she
say twa weeks, no more, so we go home in morning."
Before sunup the next morning the Indian routed out the
sleepy twins, and when they had eaten their breakfast each
jiTeenie Weenie gathered up his belongings and did them up
into a neat pack. The Indian had carried the canoe down
to the creek, and when the campfire had been put out they
were all ready for the trip.
"Where my gun?" asked the Indian, looking around the
little clearing where they had camped.
"I saw it leaning against that acorn over there," answered
Jerry, one of the twins. "It was there when we went cut
to get wood for the fire a little while ago."
The Indian and the'twins hunted for almost an hour
for the lost gun. They looked" under every leaf all around
the camp, but they could not find it. They asked their
friends, the ground robin and'a chipmunk, to help hunt
for the gun) and even these bright-eyed creatures of the
woods could not find it.
"Well," said the Indian, addressing the bird and the
squirrel, "we must go, and if you find the gun just hang it
up on a branch "of that' b'iish over there, and I will come
out maybe next week and look" again."
' 'Thc bird and- the squirrel; promised, and. .the, Tecnie
Weenies pushed off in their tiny canoe up the creek towards
home.
It was a beautiful morning, and the little fellows enjoyed
the trip, as the tiny canoe slipped quietly along, gliding
beneath the big ferns which overhung the water. The
water was quite swift at times, and at several places the
Indian was forced to lift the canoe over sticks and dead
leaves. Presently the Teenie Weenies came to a place
where the water ran too swiftly among the pebbles and
sticks for the tiny boat to. get through.
"We'll have to portage here," said the Indian, as he ran
the nose of the canoe into the shore.
"What's portage mean?" asked one of the twins.
"It means can't get canoe through, so have to walk and ,
carry everything," answered theIndian.
The Indian lifted the cafioe out o-f the water, and, toss
ing it over his head, he let it rest on his shoulders.
"Now one of you kids go in front and the other in be
hind, and watch thpt canoe, him don't get caught by trees
as we go through woods," said the Indian.
The three little chaps set eff through the deep woods
beside the rushing water, stopping now and then while
How the Crickets Brought Good
t , Fortune.
1 My .friend, Jacques, went Into a
baker's shop one day to buy a little
cake. He intended it for a child
whose appetite was gone. He
thought that such a pretty thing
might tempt even the sick. -
While he waitedWor his change
i little boy entered the baker's shop.
"Ma'am," said he to the baker's
wife, 'mother sent mefor a loaf of
bread;": v- ! .
Jacques ;v observed the "thin and
thoughtful' face of the little fellow.
"Have you any money?" said the
baker's wife. . -
The little boy's eyes grew sad.
"No, maam," said he, hugging the
loaf closer to his thin "blouse, "but
mother told me to say that she
would come and speak to you
about it tomorrow."
"Run along," said the good
woman, "carry vour bread home,
child."
Jacques was about lo go when
l.e found tlic child, whom he had
lupposed to be half way home,
Standing behind him.
"What are you doing there."
said the baker's wife to the child.
"Ma'am," said the little boy,
"what is it that sings?"
"There is no singing," said she.
"Yes!" cried the little fellow.
"Hear it I Queck, queck, queek,
queekl"
"It is a little bird,!' said th dear
little fellow, "or perhaps the bread
sings when it bakes', as apples do."
"No," said the baker's wife,
"those are crickets. They sing in
the bakehouse."
"Crickets!" said the child. "Are
they really crickets?"
"Yes, to be sure," said the good
woman.
The child's face lighted up.
"Ma'am," said he, blushing at the
boldness orhis request, "I would
like it very much if you would
give me a cricket."
"What in the world would you
do with a cricket, my little friend?"
"O, ma'am, give me one, if you
please. They say that crickets
bring good luck into houses. Per
haps if we had one at home mother
wouldn't cry anymore."
"Why does your poor mamma
cry?" asked Jacques.
"On account of her bills, sir.
Father is dead and mother works
very hard, but she cannot pay them
all."
Jacques took the child, and with
him the great loaf, into his arms.
The baker's wife made her husband
catch four crickets and put them
into a box with holes in the cover
so that they might breathe. Then
she took down her account book,
and, finding the page where the
mother's charges were" written,
made a great dash down the page
and wrote at the bottom "Paid."
Jacques put up in paper all the
money in his pockets and begged
the good wife to send it at once to
the mother of the little cricket boy,
with her bill receipted, and a note
in which he told her she had a son
who would one day be her joy and
pride.
The child, with his big loaf, his
four crickets and his little short
legs could not run very fast, so
when he reached home he found
his mother with her eyes raised
from her work and happiness upon
her lips. The boy believed it was
-he arrival of his four little black
crickets, which had worked the
miracle, and I do not think he was
mistaken.
Margaret Nelson. Aged 11, Al
bion, Neb., Box 465.
Fairthful Fido.
Helen Brown was 18 years old
and some very important papers
were given to her to deliver in
Washington. Helen had worked
for the government a little over a
week and was happy such import
and papers were trusted in her
hands.
Next morning she started on
horseback. Her dog, Fido, went
along. She had until 12 and de
cided to eat her lunch.
She took the papers from, under
the saddle on the horse. Then she
slipped the papers under a rock
and commanded Fido to keep care
of them.
About 3 she" awoke and finding
it so late quickly slipped the saddle
on the horse and rode oil Fido
would not follow her, but not think
ing she went on. Fido ran afte
the horse and bit it on the leg.
. Helen, thinking the dofi wa
twigs and leaves were cut away in order to let the canoe
through. . - -, ; ;
"Hey, there!" cried a voice as the little fellows tramped
along,, and, looking up, they saw their -friend, the ground
robin, standing on a stick of wood which lay over the' water.
In his beak was the Indian's gun. ,
,, 'T found it," said the bird, as he caught the gun in his
foot, in order td talk plainer. "That' fool Bluetjay that
lives over near where you fellows were camping stole your
gun, and a sliort time before you left he told me about it.
He seemed to think it was a great joke. I gave him a piece
of my mind, that's what I did, and I got the gun from him
and flew after you."
The Indian was happy to get his gun, and he thanked the
bird many times for his kindness. All day long the little
men paddled up the creek, stopping occasionally to make a
portage, and at night they stopped beside the stream where -they
cooked their supper and. made camp for the night.
The howling of the crickets and mosquitoes made a terrible
noise, but the three Tecnie Weenies were so tired it never
bothered them a bit and they slept straight through the
night. ...
The little fellows arrived at the shoe house during the
afternoon, and they were given a hearty welcome by the
Teenie Weenies. Mrs. Lover hugged and kissed her boys,
and laughed and cried and did so many strange things in her
jcy at having her children home again that the twins
thought she had lost her mind, but that's a strange way
mothers have. Whether they are big mothers or just
Teenie Weenie mothers, they are pretty much alike.
(Copyright, 1922, by William Donahey.)
mad, took out her gun and shot at
Fido, then quickly rode off so she
would not see him die.
As she came within 10 miles of .
the town she felt under the saddle.
The papers were gone!
She could not remember putting
them back so turned around and
started for the place she had first
stopped. Then she thought of thft
reason Fido would not follow.
She came to the place where she
had shot Fido, but he was not
there. Along the road were drops
of blood. She came to the place
where she had rested and there on
the stone, the papers were; under
lay faithful Fido, dead. Inez Har
dy, Columbus, Neb.
First Letter.
Dear Happy; I am enclosing
the 2-cent stamp, coupon and letter;
and wish to have my official bu4" j r
soon, I am 11 years old and
in the seventh grade. This is my
first letter to yon. I wish some of
the Happy Tribe would write to
me, 1 would gladly answer. I
must close. Yours truly, Lylej
AJIen. Box 236, David. QtiuMf
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