The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 24, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JANUARY 24, 1897. . R. to 1 see more es in the list of puz- bout s tto and a badge for our you wish our motto to in order this week. How a Brave Boy Conquered and Slew the Giant of White Hill. BY E NFIELD. The boy, howeve: s courtesy, telling them of his vow not to rest three days till he had found his three sisters. The next ng, as he was going out, gave a small piece of his wool to brother, sayin you are in need of help, call on ms of the earth, and this will bring them to you. With his cap of darkness on, the boy , and at poon reached the house This palace was all of took him in just as 2 thing shone with the white silver light, just as the sun is white at noond: In the evening the Bright One’s husband came home like an immense salmon, and went flapping up the stairs. Soon he came down as a fine-looking man, clad in | cloth of silver, and welcomed the Su One. Here the boy was entertained as he had been the previous day at his first sister’s home, and in the morning, when he de. parted, the salmon gave him a piece of h fin, saying: y “When you are in need call on ull the salmon in the sea and they will aid you,” Then the boy went on, wearing his cap of darkness.. By noontime he was very b v, so he took off his cap, scarf upon the ground, and immediately a sumptuous repast was before him. When he twiligut came to sister. the abode of his third pread his | ad eaten he again went on, and at | copper-colored but beauti- as the dus! Polished parts the wall shone out like stars in the ng sky. His sister was clothed in my robes like the clouds at sunset. | Here all wa of evening. oft. Suddenly a great wind rushed through the | place, and Sunny One saw an immense zle fly up the staircase. Soon afterward s sister's husband came down and wel- comed him, As he had found all three of his sisters the toy might now have rested, but the next morning as he looked over the sea from the summer-bower he saw a white | hill in the midst of the waves. His sister re he was looking, and said: | brother, a sad story comes | to usfrom over the seal In the castle on that white hill lives a giant, who has | stolen from her home the most beautiful womanin the world. Princes and cham- pions come to combat with him, but he kills them all, takes their heads off and | eats their The bones he throws out, and it isth h makes the hill white. No man can kill him, and he it is that bas enchanted my husband and my sisters’ husbands.” “Iwill go and kill him,’ One, “and maiden bring hithe; As he was going, the eagle gave him a feather, saying *“When you are in need, call on all the eagles of the air aund they will help you.” So, donning his cap of darkness, the youth departed and-soon fcund himself in the palace on the white hill. the walls the giant was fighting with the champions and the princes. Sunny One took off his cap and showed mimself to the beautiful maiden. She wept to think of his death and said there 1d be no escape for him. Do not fear for me,” “I will conceal myse that T am here. At that mom they heard the giant coming, and, qui putting on his cap of darkness, One waited. The ! my cried Sunny the the youth said. beware of Sunny ogre came in, carrying two dead princes, | and when he had thrown the bodies down he commanded the maiden to cook them. “A man is here,”” he thundsred. smell his flesh and blood!” *I can see no one,” the trembling girl replied. “Nor can I; bat he is here!” Just then Sunny One struck the giant with his sword of sharpuess, and with a howl of pain and rage the giant leaped in | his direction, but could strike no one, for at the same moment he received a blow on the side. So they fought till the giant bad fifty wounds and not once had he strack Sunny One, for the cap completely hid him from view. “Whoever you are, cease your fighting,” the giant at last cried out, “and I will | meet you in'the morning acain.” 80 Sunny One stopped and the maiden, pretending to be sorry ! the wounds of the giant. | 1Inthe morning he was well again and he and Sunny One fought as | nearly night, when again the giant callea | for a respite. {* Then the maiden wept even more bit wept and dressed she cried, “‘what wili become of me? You will be killed, and how shall 1 live here alone?” g I see you are sorry,” answered | giant, “and would do all you can for me. “BOO-HOO! IT’S ALL GONE!” I shall free and | Outside | “1 before till | the | !qu. listen; mo one can kill me till he | performs an 1mpossible task. Know that im the sea is a great chest, sealed and | bound.” In the chest is a duck and in the | duck an egg. No one can kill me till he | strikes, with that eggz, & mark I have on | my right side. So be comforted, for I fear | no ona, for no one knows my secret, much less could he get the egg. While hesaid all this, there stood Sunny | One, in his cap of darkness and heard | every word. Then the vouth thought of the salmon, and rushing to the seashore he took out the fin and cried out: “I want the salmon in the sea to bring | the vound chest containing the duck to me.” Soon the sea was full of salmon, swim- ming toward tha land, and they laid the chest at the boy’s feet. But it was so strongly bound that he could not open it. | Taking out the wool he said: “Let all the rams of the earth come here and open this chest for me.” “ in an instant herd upon berd of rams came dashing to the shore, each with tre- mendous horns upon his head, and dash- ing them against the chest they broke it open, und out flew the duck over the sea. Quickly the Sunny One took out the | eagie’s feather and cried: All the eagles of the air come to my | aid, and bring to me the egg from out of | the duck.” In almost the twipkling of an eye the | duck was surrounded by all the eagles of | the air, and the boy soon had the egg in | his hand. Then he donned his cap again and was in the castle in a second. Acain he fought | with the giant, und when the maiden bathed the latter’'s wounds she raised his right arm. Quick as a flash the boy threw | the egz at the mark, and at that moment | the giant died. | Then, gathering all the treasures of | z0ld and precious stones together, the boy | set out with the maiden for the home of | his sister Gentle Qne. There he raturned the feather to the eagle. who immeaiately | regained his proper form, for now the | nchantment was ended. Then Sunny One and the maiden trav- | eled to the homes of the other sisters, | | where both the salmon and the ram re- | gained their own forms on receiving back | | the fin and the wool. | Aiter spendine several days with each | ‘ sister, the two set out on their homeward journey, and soon camé up from the hole |in the ground to the mossy rock by the | brook. The Sunny One called the dwarf, | and having spread the cloth of plenty they | had a great fea When it was over | | Sunny One returned bis gifts to the dwarf, | who straightway stood before tbem a hand- some prince. “I am brother to the ram, the salmon | and the eagle,” he said, “‘and you have | freed us all by killing the Giant of White Hill. Now I will reward you. Then he stamped his foot upon the ground, and there appeared a beautiful | marble palace, with birds and flowers and | fountains and al! wonderful things inside. | But the prince had disappeared. There | | the young people were married and lived happily, the oid mother and father of Sunny One with them. i F\’ofl\‘éz;in*)'_l.ané 5‘ A little bark sailed down & Stream That rippled sweetly by, Through sunny lands that ever gleam | To gladden heart and eye. From greenwood bank as on it passed, | And every fragrant spot, | Came odors fair as each one cast | Its sweet forget-me-not. O wnat a wealth of precious flowers, | ight, Were garnered in those morning hours | 1 Like stars of summer’s | Of golden-tinted light. | w filled with fondest dreams, love’s own, That blesses trusting youth, | The bark salls on with all we'ye known | Of goodness and of truth. t FRANK DEARDORF. L Ale T Goos Liock. “See heah, youse chillun, aat am de las’ bit ob cake youse can hab ’til suppo; now, g'long,” and with that final ejacula. tion old Aunt Dinah waved the pillbox threateningly at Amy and Dorothy, who had just helped themselves to two slices of cake from the plate on the table. The little girls left the kitchen and went out on the shady porch: then they wan- dered through the rarden out to the broad carriage-way, munching their cake and | laughing to themselves as they thought of how they always managed to get the best of dear Aunt Dinah. As they turned a corner they saw old | Abe Jackson coming toward them, swing- | ing his empty lunch-bucket. When he | drew near the giris he stopped, with long- | ing looks at the delicious cake, which was | aimost gone. | “Hub,” he said, with a grunt, “Youse two gais ain’t got the sense of Aunt Di- nah’s ola turkey gobbler!” The little girl« stopped eating their cake and opened their eyes in astonishment when they heard these words. Abe en- joyed this and continued: “Do’n you'se know dat instead of habin’ just two little pieces of cake you might jes as well hab a whole tree full, wid pies and oranges trone in?” : i ‘“How, Uncle Abe, how ?'’ exclaimed and questioned both Dorothy and Amy, their breath almost taken away by this glorious news. “Shu t'ing; no jokin',” emnly, ‘‘Please tellus, Abe.” “Wall, misses, you jes’ get a clean piece ob paper and two mor’ big slices of dat ar’ cream cake and lay dem undah dat tree obah yondah, and afore bery long you go said Abe sol- Amy asked. **Aunt Dinah said we were not to have any more till supper time.” “Naw,” answered Abe; “dey’d neberdo in de worl'! Not’t all, not 't all!” and he turned his back on the two, as if disgusted with the very idea. ‘What should they do? and what could they do? After pondering for a while Amy ventured to make this remark: +0n, Dorothy, if you would give me a boost I could climb up the peach tree and get into the pantry through the window.” “Good!’ cried Dorothy. *Just the e So they ran quickly to the old veach tree, which had stood for years by the house, and whose great gnarled branches contained many a cozy seat. | A little help from Dorothy and Amyi was up, stepping irom branch to branch until right by the pantry window. From her perch she could easily see the deli- cious cake piied in the pretty besket: all ready to grace the supper table. Over she stepped, then jumped to the floor, Quickly selecting two of the very largest slices, and wrapping them ina dainty white napkin, she climbed out again 2s fast as she could, keeping as quiet all the time as possible. Oh, how frightened she was that Aunt Dinah, whom she could hear snoring in the kitchen, might awaken, but she aidn’t, and Amy was soon'safe in the tree. Then she tied the four corners together around the precious cake. Untying her long hair ribbon she fastened one end of it to the bundle, and then slowly let it descend to Dorotby, who was anxiously waiting below. ’ Dorothy caught it safely, jumped down from the tree. When they . took the cake to Abe he | smiled approviogly and said: “Dat will | do, little misses. Tll dothe rest; trust old Abe for dat. Youse better go to de house now ana do’n’look behind youse.” and Amy | tation must have taken place, and some careful work. At four, men and wompn wers. pmw::; ally at the parlor door, where they w faceived by the perpetrator of the joke, a stout school teacher, bearing a large china doll, which she had borrowed ot the land- lord’s little girl. Then what peals of laughter there were! These grown-up children had- all come, and had obediently brought their dollies. ‘The learned judge bore a dried herring, dressed in tissue paper, and bis wife dan- dled a beautiful creature made entirely of vegetables. It had a potato for a head, surmounted . by half a lemon for a cap. Beneath this, escaved tendrils of hair made from the dried clematis in the parlor vases. Its body was formed of another | potato, covered with a corn-husk shawl, and its skirt was of curly carrot tops. A necklace of dried berries completed its rare and original costume. The two cats of the house, one maltese and the other jet black, had been dressed in white petticoats and cap. Both were indignant, injured, absurd, and the black one especially looked like the wolf that Red Riding Hood found in grandmother’s bed. The family dog, a fat brown spaniel, had been putinto a little girl’s sacque and petticoat, and allowed himself to be borne in, paws upward, by & muscu- lar young man. Rag dolls there were in abundance, and se veral enormous ones made of pillows demanded all the care of their fond mam- mas. Most peculiar of all was a litile Grecian goddess, dating back into the first centuries before Christ, which a gaunt | professor had brought with him, hoping | to use it in 1llustration of a little talk on ancient Greece, and which he bore about as if it were more precious to him than gold, as indeed it was. When all thg dollies had been made acquainted—and most exciting was the FRIENDS. The children, fearful of breaking the charm, proceeded to obey him. As soon as their backs were turned the sly old negro slipped the napkin of cake into his pocket and went whistling to his 1 little cabin. In the eyening there was trouble in the big house, Aunt Dinah scolding over the missing cake, venting her wrath first on +‘those good-for-nothin’ chil’ren’” and then blaming in strong terms that ‘‘old, lazy- boned nigger, Abe Juckson.” Poor Amy and Dorothy were shut up in the garret until papa should come home and hear all about their naughtiness, while down in his cabin old Abe chuckled over his good fortune in having “dat fine cake’ to eat with his tea and thoughtita good joke to have fooled “dem simple little white gals.” Noxa Herperr, C. R. C. e .. ényou_y’ Party. A party of middle-aged people had taken an excursion to see the mountains in mid- winter. It was of course difficult to find a | | introduction of the pussies to the her- ring—and their perronal ailments and characteristics discussed, what did these sober people do? They played “Boston” and “Drop the handkercaief” with all the zest of youth. They thought of other games, paid their forfeits and shouted with langhter, and wound up the party | royaily by a good old-fashioned candy | pull, after which the dolls were put for- ever to bed. | After all, dear young people, there is not so very much difference between you | and your fathers and mothers, except that | they are a trife wiser. Life demands their | work, but they would gladly play occa- sionally, and indulge in the rare and happy privilege of being perfectly silly witbout making themselves ridiculous.—Youth’s Companion. ———— “I go through my work,” reprovingly said the needle to the idle boy. | “But not till you're pushed through,” | trinmphantly replied the boy to the needle. What is that which no man wishes to have and no one wishes to lose? A bald head. THE QUESTIONING EYES OF CHILDHOOD. hotel open, but at length they did come upon one which was in condition to re- ceive them. There they stayed three days, snowshoeing, gazing at the wonders of sky and mountains, and renewing delight- ful acquaintanceship. The last day of their stay, however, it snowed, and when | the forenoon was three-quarters gone the party wondered for the first time what they should do next. Dinver-time solved the riddle, for on each plate lay a little note, addressed in pencil and a childish hand, to the first name of the person for whom it was in- tended. A learned Judge was called “Sammy,” a dignified matron “Nellie’’; the writer was evidently no respecter of persons. The notes were all alike within. They were printed as a child of five years might print and they all ran thu My memma wants to know 1if your mamma will let you come and play with me this afternoon in the parlor. Bring your doily.” There were looks of surprise, and then pas’ dat place, and shu’s yon're born youse ’ill hab all de goodies you dun want.” The girls looked at the remains of the cake in their hands. *“Won’t these pieces ao, Uncle Abe?” shouts of laughter, Evidently this was to be a dolls’ party. the scheme followed, but after dinner, everybody hurried upstairs to the bed- chambers, where much whispered consul- Very little discussion of | WADDINGTON, Cal.,, Jan. 12. Dear Editor: Thisis my first letter to THE CALL. My father bas taken your paper for a long time. Tam9 yearsold. Ihavea cousin sizying with me whose name is Frank. Ihave three sisters and one brother. who is attending Qreomedfiat she danced wifl the M in and ferns are so pretty. I am 10 yearsold | and ride our horse to water every day. My | brother gets behind me and away we go gal- | loping off. Sloss is only four years oid. Your new friend, MABEL CLARA KING. FITCHBURG, Cal. I am a little boy, 8 vearsold. Dear Editor 1 g0 to the Lockwood School at Fitchburg. Am | in the fcurth graae, and my teacher is Miss Gibson. We stopped taking the Chronicle w‘ take THE CALL and like THE CALL best. Ilike | the Children’s Realm very much. I am glad | McKinley was elected. I hope to see my letter | in THE CALL, so I wiill be & member of the C. l R.C. Your little friend, EDWIN CECIL MCCLINTOCK. | | | SHELLVILLE, Cal., Jan. 11, 1897, Dear Editor: This is my first letter to you and I hope to see it printed in next Sunday’s | C. Iam 11 years old. . My brother is a sub- scriber to your paper and I thick it is fine, especially the children’s page. 1 go to the | San Luis school and my teacher's name is Miss | Burke. Sheisa very kind teacher and I love | her dearly. The schooi is less than a quarter | of a mile from my home. I enjoy my lessons. | Our school begins on the 1st of February. We | have had two months and a half vacation. I have had a lovely time. MARGARET Ha BEAR VALLEY, Cal., Jan. 17, 189 Dear Editor: This is my CALL. My papa takes your paper. Iama lit- | tle boy 7 years old and hope my letter will | miss the wastebasket. I livein Bear Valley | on the Fremont Grant in Mariposa County. | We have a new school and moved into it to- | day. I shall close as my letter is growing long. | I remain your hitle writer, | 0SCAR SCHILLING, Bear Vailey. BLUE CANYON, ! Dear Editor: 1 wrote aletter to THE CALL | once before so I will write again, hoping to | see my letter in print. 1would like to belong | to the Childhood's Realm Club, and will try to | by sending a few puzzies which I made mysel. | Ishall not send too long & letter this time. I | shall be 8 years oid next Sunday. I am | your little new friend, EpiTH WALDAU. BLUE CANYON, Cal., Jan. 19, 1897. Dear Editress and Readers of Childhood’s Realm: 1 did not write last week because mamma was very busy and I had to help her, but I shall write now, hoping 10 see my letter in print. Imust tell you of a day last summer when | some of my schoolmates, my sisters and I went | into che woods, which surround our little | town, on a picnic. We had & glorions time. 1| furnished pickles, apples and water, and the rest of the girls supplied bread, meat, cake and cups. Picking flowers and ferns, running | races, eating, telling stories andygiviug rid- | dles was the way we passed the hoursof that bright day, and the time for ourreturn home | arrived only too soon. When we reached my | papa’s house, it being the nearest to our picnic ground, my friends stopped and passed ap- | other pleasant hour looking at picture-books, | playing games and singing songs. By and by tbe girls went home and my sisters and I ar- | ranged the flowers and ferns we had gathered, | which keptus busy until mamma called us for | supper. Often since in conversation we have recalled one or arother incident of that day in the woods, where, left entirely to our own resources, we enjoyed so much the beauty of our mountain scenery and the pine-perfumed air of our grand old forests. Your little reader, RETHA WALDAT (C. R. C.). Cal, Jan. 19, GIANT, January 9, 1897. Dear Editor: This is the third gime 1 have written to you. 1 now send you several gobo- links. I never see any letters in THE CALL from Giant. We have had two months' vaca- tion. School opens gn February 1. I shall be | glad to go back to school again. 1 suppose if | it rains we won’'t have any, for the roads will be bad. Two months from now will be my birthday, Ishall be 9 years old. My last birth- day I had a party. Ihopemy letter will not find its way into the wastebasket. I shall now close, hoping to see this in the paper. Yours truly, MARGUERITE HOWARD. WOODLAND, Cal.. Jen. 14, 1897. Dear Edftor: Thisis my first letter -to THE CALL. Papa has taken your paper for a long time, and I enjoy reading the children’s page very much. 1see letters written by bogs and girls, 50 I took it into my head that I would write also. I had a merry Christmas and a happy New Year, and I bope you had the same. Igoto the public school, and am in eighth grade. Ilikemy teacher very much, for she is very kind to me. I1am 13 years old. Hoping this will escape the wastebasket, Ire. | main your new friend, WINNIE M. | | NEvADA Cr7Y, Cal,, Jan. 17, 1897, Dear Editor: 1have seen but one letter to | THE CALL from Nevada City. My paps has | taken THE CALL for a year. [am a little girl “ 8 years oid. I hope this letter will be printed in next Sunday’s CALL. I have never written a letter 1o you before. I have a sister 6 years old and & brother 4 years oid. Your pew writer, AUDREY OHMERT. | SAx FRANCISCD, Cal, Jan. 18, 1897, | Dear Editor: 1am 9 years old and go 10 the Washington Grammar School. I am in the fourth grade. My father has taken THE CALL for twenty-two vears and he fikes it very | much, I enjoy the children’s page and reaa it every Sunday. I huve a pet dog named Jessie. She likes cake and candy. When I come from school she is always glad to see me. I wish to | see my letter in print next Sundav. Your lit- tle reader, GUSTAVE TROST. SAN RAFAEL, CAL. | Dear Editor: This is my first letier to THE | CalL I em 5 years old. Ilike to have the children’s psge read to me every Sunday. I have a little black cat and its name is Jetty. Idress it up like a doll end it never scratches | (C. R. C.), Alta Goft, E. Ceeil McClintoe] orbites. I also have a brown dog. Isome- times hitch him up and take a ride. We have an oriole; he likes sugar and he will eatout of my hand. Hoping to see my letter printed in next Sunday’s CALL, reader, I remain your little ZORA ROBERTS. 4,11 is a girl’s name. , 6 is & pronoun. My 12,9, 11, 3 Is natural. My whole is the nnme of a great conqueror of ancient times. Lucy MoELLER (C. R. C.). IL , 7,3 and 14 is a beginner. 31 and 11 are sacred songs. 4, 17, 10, 20 and 4 means whole, 30, 22 ana 28 is easily yielding to pressure. My 27, 21, 29, 6 and 26 is clamor. My 8, 23,12, 18 and 2 is a tenth. My whole is & well-known proverb. ELLA HARTNELL (C.R. C). * 1IL If from six you take nine, and from nine you take ten, and from forty you take fitty, you will find that you have haif a dosen remaining. J. L WarBoxs (C. R. C.), IV. Hidden birds. (a) Muslin, net and tape are all useful to dressmake, (b) He went off in cheerful spirits. (c) Said Don Pedro, “Bind the rascal and flog him!” JOSEPHINE RASPILLER (C. R. C.). V. Pl Locmanba. hnlAri. A martyr for the cause of freedom. IpA WIGHTMAN (C. R. C.). VI, My first is a conjunction. My second is & weight My whole is & knob for fastening. ETHEL WILDE (C. R. C.). VIL. My first is a vowel. My second is & cooking apparatus. My whole is & tropical fruit. FRED AUTHES (C. R, C.), VIIL My first is a vehicle. My second is & people who live under one government. FRED AUTHES (C. R. C.) IX. Behead & farming implement and have a lake. E. WiLDs, (C. R. C.). X. Ada fifty to a foolish child and have a mass of bread. Add fifty to & short poem and have a vein of ore. Add fifty to a solemn affirmation and have unwilling. M. W. R, Answers for January 17, I (a) Eagle. (b) Congor. (c) Swallow. (d) Gander. I1. Mound. Found. Hound, Sound. Bound. Round. III. Word square: P H AL HORSBSE I RATE A STER LEERS 1V. Alaska. V. Partriage. VI. The more haste, the less speed. VII. Broom—room. Motte —otto. VIIL. Now—ow. Dantel Webster was born January 18, 1792. He was the greatest of American orators and statesmen. He used his powers to further American liberty. Leetters Pcknowledged. Besides letters published pleasant communi- cation have been received from tlie boys and girls whose names follow: Ester Indig, Lucy Moeller (C.R. C.), Claire and. Ethel McCiure Meade, Augusta Knutson, Bernice Hattle Fairchild, Fred Anthes, Jennie Mc- Caughan, Jeanette Lyons, Juliette Driscoll and Lea Lafranchi. Answers to Puzzles. Answers to puzzles of January 17 have been received from the following members of C. R. C.: Alice Bell, Retha Waldau, Eva M. Boiger and Fred Anthes. For January 10: Fred Anthes and Ethel McClure. | i | school at Stanford University. Hoping to see | my letter in print, I remain, yours truly, | JOHN DECARLL. PARKFIELD, Cal., Jan. 18, 1897, Dear Editor: 1write a letter to THE CALL. 1 like Childhood’s Realm. I wish to be a member of C. R. C. I have a little brother named Sloss. 1 have three cats and one dog, Max. We'live in tne country. and the flowers