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locomotive came thundering along, sending out could; but when Big Hans, after having given ten volumes of black smoke, which scattered slowly in cents to the organ man, took the monkey on his the warm air, making the sunlight for a while seem lap and patted and stroked it, Little Hans's heart gray and dingy. Big Hans was almost stunned, was ready to burst. He could not endure seeing but picked himself up, with a little fainter heart his affections so cruelly trifled with. Bending than before, perhaps ; but, whispering a snatch of a his head and rising on his hind legs, he darted prayer which his mother had taught him, he forward and gave his rival a knock on the head seized Little Hans by the halter, and started once that sent him tumbling in a heap at Big Hans's more upon his weary way after the train.
feet. The Italian jumped up with a terrible shout “ Minnesota must be a great ways off, I am and seized his treasure in his arms. The monkey afraid,” he said, addressing himself, as was his made an effort to open its eyes, gave a little shiver, wont, to his companion ; “but if we keep on walk- and— was dead. The boy stood, staring in mute ing, it seems to me we must, in the end, get there; despair at the tiny stiffened body; he felt like a or, what do you think, Little Hans ?”
murderer. Hardly knowing what he did, he seized Little Hans did not choose to say what he Little Hans's halter ; but in the same moment the thought, just then, for his attention had been enraged owner of the monkey rushed at the goat called to some tender grass at the roadside which with the butt end of his whip uplifted. Little he knew tasted very sweet. Big Hans was then Hans, who was dauntless as ever, dexterously reminded that he, too, was hungry, and he sat dodged the blow, but the instant his antagonist down on a stone and ate a piece of bread which had turned to vent his wrath upon his master, he he had brought with him from Castle Garden. gave him an impetus from behind which sent him The sun rose higher in the sky and the heat grew headlong out upon the railroad track. A crowd of more and more oppressive. Still the emigrant men and boys (of the class who always lounge about boy trudged on patiently. Whenever he came to a railroad stations) had now collected to see the station he stopped, and read the sign, and shook his fight, and goaded both combatants on with their head sadly when he saw some unfamiliar name. jeering cries. The Italian, who was maddened with
“Not Minnesota yet, Little Hans,” he sighed; anger, had just picked himself up, and was plung“I am afraid we shall have to take lodgings some- ing forward for a second attack upon Little Hans, where for the night. I am so footsore and tired." when Big Hans, seeing the danger, flung himself
It was then about six o'clock in the evening, over his friend's back, clasping his arms about his and the two friends had walked about twenty miles. neck. The loaded end of the whip struck Big Hans At the next station they met a hand-organ man, in the back of the head; without a sound, the who was sitting on a truck, feeding his monkey. boy fell senseless upon the track.
Big Hans, who had never seen so funny an Then a policeman arrived, and Little Hans, animal before, was greatly delighted. He went the Italian, and the insensible boy were taken to close up to the man, and put out his hand cau- the police station. A doctor was summoned, and tiously to touch the monkey.
he declared that Big Hans's wound was very dan“ Are you going to Minnesota, too ?” he asked, gerous, and that he must be taken to the hospital. in a tone of great friendliness; “if so, we might And there the emigrant boy lay for six weeks, bear each other company. I like that hairy little hovering between life and death; but when, at the fellow of yours very much.”
end of that time, he was permitted to go out, he The hand-organ man, who, like most men of heard with dread that he was to testify at the his calling, was an Italian, shook his head, and Italian's trial. A Norwegian interpreter was easily the monkey shook his head, too, as if to say, “All found, and when Hans told his simple story to that may be very fine, but I don't understand it." the judge, there were many wet eyes in the courtThe boy, however, was too full of delight to
And he himself cried, too, for he thought notice whether he was understood or not; and that Little Hans was lost. But just as he had when the monkey took off his little red hat and finished his story, he heard a loud “Ba-a-a" in offered to shake hands with him, he laughed until his ear; he jumped down from the witness-stand the tears rolled down his cheeks. He seemed to and Aung his arms about Little Hans's neck and have entirely forgotten Little Hans, who was stand- laughed and cried as if he had lost his wits. ing by, glowering at the monkey with a look which It is safe to say that such a scene had never bewas by no means friendly. The fact was, Little fore been witnessed in an American court-room. Hans had never been accustomed to any rival in The next day Big Hans and Little Hans were his master's affection, and he did n't enjoy in the both sent by rail, at the expense of some kindleast the latter's interest in the monkey. He kept hearted citizens, to their uncle in Minnesota. And his jealousy to himself, however, as long as he it was there I made their acquaintance.
SANTA CLAUS ON SNOW-SHOES.
BY SOPHIE MAY.
“THERE 's a storm brewing,” said Tempestuous There was a grand mountain-view from the back Moody, bringing in a large forestick, and groaning door, but that was obscured now; and presently as he laid it on the fire.
the unsightly stumps and the tall well-sweep were It was one hundred and two years ago, or his thoroughly whitened by the fast-falling snow. A baptismal name would not have been Tempestu- great storm had set in, a storm to be measured by ous; though I dare say he would have groaned at feet, not inches — first the snow, then the wind any date, for he could hardly have existed at all, following close after it. whatever the year or century, except as a rheu- Tempestuous groaned; but Mrs. Vane tried to matic town pauper, doing “chores" for his smile, and her head never drooped as she drew “keeping."
her soft brown hair up higher than ever and fas“Ah ?" said busy Mrs. Vane, paying no more tened it with a goose-quill. “Grandsir” Vane heed to his words than to the singing of the tea- looked at her admiringly, and told droll Indian kettle, high up in the fire-place.
stories, and nothing could have been cheerier than “Yes, a trimmer of a storm, sartin sure," pur- his cracked old voice, unless, may be, the chirp of sued Tempestuous, thrusting his hands in his a cricket. Dear Grandsir! Did he ever think of pockets and watching his mistress as she swung his fine old mansion in Boston, where in by-gone the heavy iron pot of bean porridge upon the great days he had often tossed baby Nancy up to the ceil“lug-pole” to warm over for breakfast, and set ing and kissed her under the Christmas mistletoe, her corn-cakes to bake in the Dutch oven before according to the quaint old English fancies? Did the fire.
he ever sigh for the bright candelabras she called “Yes, Nancy, I'm afeard it 's so; the clouds“ stars," for the richly tiled fireplaces, the heavy do look threatening,” said dear old Mr. Vane, who oaken doors, the well-groomed horses, the faithhad just entered the kitchen, and was trying to ful, keen-scented hunting-dogs? Nobody knew. warm his chilled thumbs in his scanty silver hair. And what had become of these « treasures
The brisk housewife set down her red box of galore?” Ah, the pitiless British soldiers had “ Labrador tea,”— or dried raspberry leaves - seized the house and plundered it; and the little with a thud.
that was left, the childless old man had freely “O Grandsir, not a real drifting storm !” ex- given to his country in the hour of her need. And claimed she, thinking of her husband, Lieutenant here he was now, in the heart of the wilderness, James Vane, who was on his way “home from the shivering under as rude a storm as ever beat wars.” He had left Annapolis more than two against a settler's cabin. weeks before on horseback, and should have fin- For two nights there was such a shrieking and ished his journey by this time, but he had to howling of the wind, such a rattling of the hinged cross a very wild country, and was probably now windows, that even the children sleeping in the in the very heart of the Massachusetts wilderness. loft awoke at intervals and thought anxiously of
“Maybe father 'll get snowed up, the way Cap- their father. tain Tuttle was,” suggested little Asa, who could Good Mr. Vane folded his aged hands under remember nothing about his father except his the blue woolen“ counterpane," and prayed that three-cornered hat and silver knee-buckles.
Nancy might not see any more trouble ; for O “No, no; I look for him any minute,” said the Lord, thou knowest she has had a hard time for mother with a reassuring smile ; but her fingers the past three years, and more than once it has trembled slightly as she pinned the blue and white aʼmost broken her heart to send her poor little cotton kerchief closer about her throat, and went children to bed with nothing for supper but moto the west window, followed by the three elder lasses and water. She's a Christian woman, and children.
bears up and bears up; but I pray Thee, O Lord, They were far from neighbors, and the most don't try her too far! I 'm afeard it is n't in her to they could see through the small panes of glass stand much more.” were the familiar black stumps of their own clear- The storm was over at last. On the third day ing," partially hidden under the December drifts, the sun arose in a generous mood, and looked and overhead a lowering sky, with now and then a with a neighborly smile toward the log-cabin of whirling snow-flake. The storm had begun. the Vanes. What had become of it? The place
where it used to stand was nothing now but one as impossibilities. “Yes, you can,” she said; swelling drift of snow, capped by the very tip of “you can get out of the gable window, and walk the stone chimney, which served as a needful on snow-shoes. The barn can't be quite buried, breathing-hole for the buried family inside. for it is higher than the house. And you must
The children came down the ladder in the take a shovel with you to dig your way back.'' morning, rubbing their eyes and asking what The chore-man seemed quite dazzled with the made it so dark? To their surprise, no cheerful brilliancy of this scheme, till he reflected on the blaze greeted them from the big fireplace. The labor it would cost. snow had dropped into the ashes overnight and “Yes, ma'am,” he whined; "only it is n't at all quenched the deeply-buried coals. The fire was likely I can open that gable winder. But I 'll try actually out! This in itself was a dire calamity. it, if you 'll wait till I get limbered up,- say, along
“What shall we do? What shall we do?" about the middle of the forenoon." wailed Ruth, echoed by Isaac. And oh! what And then he limped along to the settle. was that in the dim corner a bear? No, it was Mrs. Vane had many trials, and not the least only the beloved grandfather, shielded from the of them had been this dead-and-alive man, neither cold by his bear-skin coat and coon-skin cap, servant nor boarder, who was never “ limbered while be patiently clicked together two pieces of up" for any serious undertaking till " along about flint in order to strike a spark.
the middle of the forenoon." But as he could Tedious process ! A friction match would have not be driven, she wisely said no more. done it instantly and saved all the trouble; only, After breakfast, he condescended to help Mr. you see, if they had waited for a friction match, Vane put on the yule-log which had been brought they would have waited fifty years !
in overnight. “Now I know what it is that 's happened ;
“ This is what they call Christmas-day, youngwe 're buried alive!” screamed Patty hysterically. sters !” said the grandfather with a genial smile. Whereupon the other children screamed, too, and “Christmas-day they call it ; we can not afford to: they all walked into the fireplace -- it was as big make any jollification; still I see no harm myself as the bedrooms at some watering-places -- and in a yule-log,” added the old patriot, gazing comgazed with curiosity and despair up the chimney, placently at the red blaze, already hot enough for whence came their sole ray of light.
a barbecue. “We were never snowed under before
“ And I myself see no harm in a candle,” said any deeper than the tops of the windows,” said the house-mother, lighting a tallow dip with reckRuth; “shall we ever get out?”
less prodigality. “Yes, indeed, some time,” replied her mother, “Ah, well, it is a white Christmas, Nancy, a smiling with high courage.
pretty white Christmas; but the Lord sent the “Well, but I s'pose we can't go to school any weather, and we 'll bear it.” more this winter, nor to meetin' either,” remarked The children's faces had brightened wonderfully. Isaac, by way of experiment.
“See me!” said Isaac, riding a chair across the At the delightful suggestion, little Asa had to run floor; “I'm Paul Revere a-horseback!” behind the door of the “Hampshire cupboard" to “See me; I 'm a " lobster !'”— meaning a British hide his smiles. He knew it was wicked; but oh! soldier,--- said little Asa, windinga scarlet comforter the joy of not going to meetin' to be scolded by the about his neck. tithing-man !- of not going to school to be flogged “Well, well, let 'em caper,” said the tenderby the master!
hearted grandfather, turning to wipe away a tear as “Don't be discouraged, youngsters !” said the he mused. “ Poor things — fatherless, far 's I guileless grandfather, rubbing his hands as the know! And here's a cold, stormy winter upon us, fire began to curl up the chimney—“Go to and not a bit of meat in the house." school ?— of course you will! Not to-day, I'm Perhaps Nancy divined his thoughts, for she afeard, - no, not to-day; but there are more days paused in her work to stroke his withered cheek and a-coming. And Tempestuous, you 'll be obleeged say, to make a road to the barn, for the stock must be “That 's right, Grandsir; James is safe in the fed and watered, whether or no."
Lord's keeping, wherever he is, and we 'll not The “stock” consisted of a pig and cow. Tem- waste the day sighing !” pestuous was “beat,” so he declared. “I'll
“No, we 'll not, Nancy. No, we'll not; you undertake anything in reason, but I can't get to have the right kind of courage, my dear, that can't the barn!"
be killed out, any more than Canada thistles.” His mistress turned and looked at him. She “Oh, Mother. say, may n't we parch corn and was a woman who did not mind such trifles eat apples, and play fox and geese, seeing it's
Christmas ? ” pleaded young Paul Revere, meeting the animal behind, and walk on snow-shoes. Towith a “header,” as his horse rode into the settle. day he had traveled in this hard way for ten miles
“Yes, if you don't make too much noise. And over hills and valleys of snow, till now, at eleven may be we'll roast those big potatoes and have some o'clock, he was actually standing on his own white hasty pudding and molasses for dinner," replied roof, faint and exhausted, listening to the prattle the mother, well aware that nothing was better cal- of his children. How had he been able to distinculated to raise the tone of the family spirits. guish his own buried house, lying silently in its
“ It 's a terrible pity we could n't have a spare- ' white sleep"? The outline of the chimney had rib to roast ; such a complete good fire for it,” been his only landmark. Still there he stood now, observed Tempestuous, the kill-joy, looking up ai well muffled in bear-skins, his pockets full of the hook over the mantel-piece, from which he had candy and toys for the little ones- the kind often seen a juicy spare-rib suspended by a string. father! but waiting for the right moment to reBut that was in the good old times before James veal himself. Vane had gone to fight against King George, silly How he longed to see as well as hear! How creature! Tempestuous had always kept his po- famished he was, after a fast of nearly twenty-four litical views to himself, but the war was over now, hours! And what a savory odor was wafted to his and he could hurrah for George Washington as nostrils from the pot of pease boiling on the lugloud as the rest.
pole! Yet the sound of his voice would terrify the There was something weird and unnatural about children, and he dared not speak. He laughed the day. The candle looked as if it did not know silently at his absurd position, but it was a tantawhy it was burning, and the tall clock in the corner lizing one, and was fast becoming unendurable. ticked as if it were talking in its sleep.
At last, when he could wait no longer in his trait of Oliver Cromwell, coarse-featured and stern, eagerness to see and embrace his family, he threw glowered from the wall in disapproval, and the a snow-ball down the chimney, shouting as it profiles of “great-grandsir and grandma'am Har- bounced upon the fore-stick : vard”- black as ink, and suspected by little Asa “Don't be afraid ! It's only Father." of being negroes — looked down with astonish- The people of those early days had strong ment; that is, if they could be said to look at nerves, perhaps; at any rate, no one fainted. all, having no eyes, and only one eyelash apiece. And, of course, after a moment they understood it But the white Christmas went on all the same.
and then the children shouted! “ Grandsir" It came to be “along about the middle of the said, “The Lord be praised !” Tempestuous forenoon,” and Tempestuous was gradually be- sprang from the settle without groaning; and coming limbered, and wondering “whether or no Mrs. Vane, who always had her thoughts about that cow and pig would n't want to see him,” when her, exclaimed: “Wait, James! We 'll take the suddenly a peculiar sound was heard overhead – fire off the andirons and cool the chimney, and “a trampling, crushing sound,” Patty said, “as if then you can come down !” it was in the chimney."
For nobody thought of stopping for TempestuThey all listened for it and it ceased; but pres- ous to dig out the gable window. He had to do it ently, when they were talking, it began again,- or as soon as his master saw him, let me tell you, and so Patty said, who was nearest the fireplace,- I am glad to record that the imprisoned “stock" and it made her nervous.
were found alive and weli. “ It 's a strange day. Oh, if Father would only But was n't it a strange home-coming for Lieucome !” sighed she.
tenant Vane? And did any man “Where can he be?" asked the other children, down" upon his family more unexpectedly? I'm for the twentieth time.
sure no one ever met with a warmer reception ! Ah! If they could only have known ! If they And it is my opinion that he is the first Santa could only have guessed !
Claus who ever ventured into a New England The good man had been greatly hindered on his chimney. If you doubt it, Patty's granddaughter journey by the storm, as they rightly supposed. can show you the very snow-shoes he wore on that For the past two days, as his horse could not go strange white Christmas a hundred and two years through the drifts, he had been obliged to leave ago.