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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1885-11-06, Page 7YOUNG FOLKS.. My Ships. When my good ahipe come sailing in With cargoes great ana rare I shall in truth, be rich indeed, And have enough to Spero. I'll sit bre down and study up, What I had bettor do Wlth all my treasure on its Way Aoroe the briny eea. A farm 111 buy of goodly size, And have the eoil well tiled, That when the aut'iutn fully comes My barna shall all be flied. A thousand sheep shall wander forth, Along the verdant hllie, Whilst cows and horses feed beside The meadows' limpid rills. NI build a "home" for o uplea old, Whore they oan live together, And pane the r,mnant of taelr-daye Through bright and stormy weather. But ere my plans are all prepared I'll wait to eee qty ships, For fear the adage might come true Which telle of elipe t wixt Dupe and Sipa. How Boy Blue Mended the World. Boy Blue was listening while grandpa and another old gentleman talked. I don't snow why they called him Boy Blue, un - At less it was heoauae he had such blue eyes, ..Pelabefor he would have been the v ry last boy to go fest asleep under the haystack while the cows wore getting into the corn. Not he, indeed ; those bright eyes of his would have spied thorn before they got within smelling distance of the corn, and he would have been on hand with his big dog to make them scamper the other way is a hurry. If you asked that dog's name Bit* Blue would answer, "Guess;" and then, after you had guessed Rover, and Dash, and Fido, and Carlo, and all the other dogs' names you ever heard of, and got tired of it a.,d ' sked, " Well, what is hie name, then?" Boy Blue would still answer, "Guess," with his eyes just brimful and running over with fun, Aad then if you began again, and guessed all the dogs' names you never did hear of, and got quite out of patience this time, and declared you would not guess any more an.i he must tell you, Boy Blue would laugh so hard that he would tumble down and roll around the ground, shouting, " Guess, Guess !'' for that was the dog e came. Well, as I said, Boy Blue and Guess were listening to grandpa and another old gentleman talking. Boy Blue was very much interested in aetening, for they were telling about something- which ho thought needed to be attended to right away. They were saying that the world needed mend- ing, that it was in a very bad way and get- ting worse all the time; that things were not at all ae they used to be, and nobo y could tell where it would all end. "Grandpa," said Boy Blue, "fait really true that the world needs mending?" " Yes, indeed, child, badly enough," 'sighed the old man, shaking his head but nev. r looking down at Boy Blue's earnest face. "Bat, where, grandpa? where does it need mending ?" " Everywhere ohild. Yon can't take a step, right or left, without seeing it." Boy Blue looked around. Sure enough, there was a big hole in the middle of the road. It had been there ever so long, and horses had stumbled into it, and wagons had jounced off part of their loads by run- ning a wheel into it, and the drivers had scolded and grumbled, but nobody had ever tried to mend it. Boy Blue stood still and thought about it. The world was getting worn out, it was plain. " It'll have to be mended, that's all about it," said he to himself. "I should think Grandpa and Mr. Peter would go right to work at it now. I know that 1 can mend that hole in the road, anyhow, and that'll be so much done. Como along, Guess." Guess came along, and did not hang back 'even when lie saw the little cart pulled out, which ho was not at all fond of drawing. He had learn,d by melancholy experience that if Boy Blue made up his mind to have a thing done it had to be done sooner or later, and he might as well be good-natured about it. i o back and forth he trotted, dogfully doing his part to mend the world. It took a good deal of Hard work to get big stones and little atones and gravel enough to fill that hole, but Boy Blue and Guess kept at it, and when the. last °artful of gravel was finally stamped down hard you would hardly have known there had ever been a hole there. All that timo Grandpa and Mr. Peters ,'toed and talked and shook their heads, tint Boy Blue did not mindthem any more. Re had fonnd out what needed to be done, and he me ant to do his part of it any way. When the hole was filled up Ise looked around for something else to mend, and saw a hen hopping through a gap in the fence, where two pickets Were off. Up j ampod Boy Blue, as eager as ever, and trudged off for hammer and nails, and was soon pound - ire away at the pickets as if his life de- e,.•uded on getting them in place. He re- seembored now how many times mother had run out yesterday to scare the hens away. People get worn out, too, some- times, and had to be mended, he refl cted. Well, this should bo one more thing mended. When he got the pickets on he meant to go and nail down the loose board H on the bank doorsteps. Mother had said that morning that she believed she should break her leg on that board. It would be easier to mend the board than the log, and would net take so long, either. When the fence and the steps were in good condition again, Boy Blue stood still a few minutes, not immediately seeing any more work to do. Presently ho caught sight of a broken place in ono of the square, hollow pillars of the porch. Joe had staved it in one day with the handle of his rake, and Boy Blue remem- bered that Grandpa said that it must bo pretty rotten, or it would not have broken ao easily. He looked at the hole and poked his finger into it ; then he pulled out his knife and proceeded to investigate further. Then he went and examined the other pil- lar, and as the result of that examination he dodged outside the porch and shouted "Grandpa 1" at the top of his lungs. Grandpa, who had finished his talk with Mr, Peters, and was tatken a quiet doze on the sitting -room lounge, sprang up and rushed out on the porch, expecting at least to see Boy Blue lying on the ground under the big apple tree 'with his lag broken. But Boy Blues loge appeared to be perfectly sound, and he r marked, calmly, "I I MISS ELLA ON THE FARM, wouldn't stand under that porch roof if I were you, Grandpa, 'oquee the pillars are so rotten it might come down almost any time," "Pillars rotten I" said Grandpa, "Oh, nonsense 1 Ie the. all you're screaming abou ?" "Come out bore and else m leave to give 'em one good hit ?' asked Boy Blue, eagerly, longing fora bit of fun afrf,r u11 his hard work. But Grtndpa hought it prudent to examine before giving his permission, and the result of his exanian.tion was that he immediadely went to work to prop up the porch roof with stout pole. "Mar, I now?" a ked Boy Blue. "Well, yes," responded Grandpa ; "if they'll come down with one hit, they can't be of much use." Boy Blue rushed off f -r a club, and aimed a valiant blow at one of the pillars Cr— rack and with a epitnteling and crumbling • noise the decayed wood fell into so many pieces there was hardly one large enough to pink up. The other pillar met with a like fate. " My patience 1" exclaimed Grandpa, sur- velleg the ruins, "that thing plight have come down on our heads any evening when we were sitting out here, and broke all our skulls for us. How did you tomo to find out 'twas so rotten, sonny?' "Why, I was looking for something to mend, and I thought I (1 mend that hole Joe punched iu the pillar, and then I found it was so rotten I was afraid it would come down on my head ; so I hollered at you." "What did you want something to mend for ?' asked the old man in surprise, "Because I heard you and Mr. Peters say- ing the world needed mending, and I thought I'd do my share; and I mended the hole in the road while you steed there talking, and then Ifixed the fence and the doorstep--" "Mended the holo in the road 1" interupt- ed Grandpa, greatly astonished ; and down he went to the. gate to see fox himself ; the dreaded hole was actually filled up and smoothed over ae if it had never been. "And he did it while we stood groaning ever the world. uneded mending," muttered Grandpa, under his breath ; "and its been therefor months, and neither of us ever thought of touching it. Su •h little hands too 1 I hope the next generation will be like Boy Blue."—flraper's Young People. BRIGHAM AND AMELIA, The Twenty-third Wife Ruled the Roost. While the majority of the " faithful" in Salt Lake 'city are agitated and excited over tho turn affairs have taken, and not a few of them are packing up preparatory to jour- neying to the new Mormon stronghold, wherever that may be, Amelia Young, the twenty-third and last wife of Brigham l oung, goes quietly and serenely abunt her house- hold ditties as usual, She has no love for. the Mormons, and she takes no trouble to conceal the fact. Her present residence is one of the most deeir.b e and handsome in the city, and yet it cannot compare with the palatial mansion which old Brigham bad bailt and presented to her, and which still bears the name " Amelia'. palace " Old John Taylor holds forth in it at present. But his time, as well as that of tile rest of them, bids fair to be short, Tho story of Amelia's marriage to Brig- ham, and a, few incidents of after Life are very interesting. An old lady who at one time vs a3 Amelia's sohooi teacher at Council Bluffs, Iowa, tells me the following tale : Upon one occasion when Brigham Young was passing through Council Bluffs, on his way to Salt Lake he naught sight of on s pretty face and tine figure, and immediately resolved to add another one to his harem. The girl's parents were good Mormone and their consent to the union was joyfully giv- en Nut so with the girl. She nad a stoat will as well as a handsome form and pretty face, and she declared that she would not marry "the egty old heathen." Her part ants, however, were determined not to loan the chance of getti,•g so near heaven by such an alliance, and sternly commanded Amelia to don her robes and take the hand of the all powerf al Brigham Seeing that the would be compelled to marry hint if she stayed at home, the girl made her way to a neighbor's, told them her stet y, and received their sym- pathy and protection Her parents institu- ted a search, during which Amelia hid in a root cellar, over the door of which was a wood house. The kind people carried her meals to her without attracting suspicion un- til ou the third day one of the spies employ- ed observed steam arising from a basket which the gentleman was carrying to the wood house. This led to her discovery, and, as she was ander age, her parents took charge of her. After a hard struggle, Amelia finally con- sented to marry the great Mormon, but de- clared : " If I do marry him, I'll have my own way, and be will find it out." He did. Several years after their marriage, upon one occasion Amelia told . Brigham to buy her a Singer sewing machine. The old man promised to send it up that day, and walked off with his hands in his pockets, thinking, doubtles3, how many tithes it would take to pay for it. By the time he got down town he,forgot what kinlbof a machine he wanted, consequently it was a Wheeler & Wilson that the men brought up stairs to Amelia's sitting room. As soon as that lady naw that her orders had not been obeyed to the letter, she deliberately pulled the offensive machine to the be id of the stairs, and, giving it a push down it went, bunpty bump, until it reached the bottom, all broken to pieces. The next day a "Singerstood in the place allotted for it, and nothing rnore was said of the affair. Upon another occasion, when Brigham had a number of distinguish- ed guests, Amelia, who was present at the dinner table, amused herself by hulling some nuts that were on the table and throw- ing the shells out of the window. Brigham manifested his annoyance at this proceeding without effect, when finally he exclaimed : " Anelia, my dear, I wish you would not throw those shells out upon the grass, Trey make such a muse," "If you don't like to have them there you can pick them up," said the wayward fav- orite, as she arose from her chair and left the room. When she had left, Brigham turned to his guests, and said : " I hope you will exouse my wife. Sho is so headstrong that I cannot control her." The True Story as palated by the Farmer Himself, To the Erditor. Notiein' in your columns quite remit a rarara;gph to the followin' : •' Mies Ella Witchnzel, a charming young school teacher of Villlnes, Iowa, findingthe close confinement and arduous duties othe school room i juring her health, tried the out -door cure. fnstead of spendieg h+r win- ter a salary and summer vacation in a crowd. ed hotel at the seashore, she went on a farm, cat twenty acres of prairie hay, harvested forty acres of wheat, gained twenty pounds in weight, a coat of tan for her h ends and face, and a rugged health that cannot be equalled anywhere off a farm. That's the girl you are looking for, young man." Now, what I want to say : I am well ac- quainted with thia young schoolmarm. Fact is, it was my farm she spent the summer on. Nice girl, Ella is, an ever run wild in the sun. We was glad, wife an' me, to have her come, an' she did 'bout as she pleased on the farm. I'd often read in the papers 'bout these young women that taught school in the winter and farmed in the summer, but 1 never had any experiences of 'em before. Well, sir, she farmed. First day, nothin'd do but she must drive the hose rake Well, every man and woman that comes from town wants to drive the hoes rake, an' they call that gettin' in the hay. My little Janey, eleven years old next May, usually drives the rake for us, but she ain't been feelin' overly poart this summer, an' I kinder kept her nut of the sun. So Mies Ella gite herself boosted up on the hors rake—my bay Joe he boosted her—an' then she screamed and fell off; then she got on again, hit the hose a crack an' away she went on the dead jump out o' the field into the road, hose a-goln', dust a flyin', and Mi'a Ella set eeohin'. Some of the men reacted her off an' etopped the hose. Then she tried it again. This time she stuck right through the standin' grass where it was tallest and thickest, and tan- gledsst ; hoes a balkin' and' tuggin' away by turns, grass holdin' on or combs.' up by the roots, rake teeth a enappin'. We got her out of that, an' lost a whole day on the rake, gettin' it mended, Then she tried drivin' a load into the big barn. Had to send to thehouse for a ladder, an' then all the men had to go clear out of the field i hila she climbed up on the load. Drivin' in, she got the wagon caueht in a hedge gap as wide as the Missouri River, run over two stands of bees, upset the load and buried herself under three hundred pounds of hay. It was the safest place for her under the exoitin' circumstances; so we just left her there ontil the bees got calmed down, an' we got some work done. Next load she went in on, and then turned all of the men out of the barn while she climbed up into the mow, an' then she wand- ered around ontil she stepped into a chute an' shot out about twenty-eight feet into the cow barn, and lit right on the back of a Jer- sey calf that was worth two hundred and fifty dollars of any man's money, an hour before. Miss Ella wa'n't killed, but she was that j immed up that she lay in bed two days, an' but for that providence, we'd hey been work- in' at that hay yet. An' anybody that wants a broken -back calf can have one at his own figgers. Well, come wheat harvest, she must drive the self binder. That was a little too risky, but she had her own way. But she couldn't bo trusted up above the knives, so somebody had to set up there aa' hold her on. My boy Joe held her on—1 told Joe elle was a mak'n a fool of him—an' if she didn't make him drive around every poppy an' everyblosacm- in' weed in that field, to save it. Never mind the reheat, but save the blamed we ds. There was only one stump on that three hundred and twenty acres of prairie land— just one stump—an' I hope I may go to to -d he fore Thanksgivin' if that girl didn't ran into it an' break the re per. We lost all tine rest of that day mendin' it. An' yet, we all liked the girl. But the idee of her farmin' 1 Why, do you know, sir, one day in hayin' she went to town— took one of my best work horses an' was gone all day. --an' came home with 'bout twenty yards of blue an' white ribbons, an' tied it on the men's hats, and the rake handles, an' wanted us all t9 wear biled shirt +, with the sleeves looped up with blue ribbon, an' go mos -chin' out to the hay -field, me at the head, with the moat an' longest ribbons, a singin' : " We are merry haymakers, era, le, la, 15, le 1" She saw it done that way r nee in a concert or theatre, an' thought that was the way hayin' was always done. An' she was so vexed that she cried when we wouldn't wear 0111, Law, when I put on that hat, ma laid back an' laughed till the tears ran down her dear old cheeks " Job Thistlepod," she said, " if you go out an' work in that rig, you'll scare away the grasshoppers." My boy Joe, he did wear his hat out, but he htd it under a hedge when he got out of sight of tine house. I told Joe he was the biggest fool I over see. Well, Miss Ella got along fairly well after wheat harvest. She gathered some "grace- ful sprays," she called 'em, of poison ivy, one day, and couldn't eee out of one eye for nigh a week. One day she took a tin pail to go out after berries, and schen die went through the cow pasture the cows saw her and thought there was salt iu the pail, and they chased her till she was nigh ready to drop. And she Fent to the barn once au' tried to harp, ss a young Tuckahoe colt that had never had a halter en him ; an' ho v she got out of that stable alive is more than I can ever toil you. 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