The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 3, 1898, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JULY 3, 1898. 81’ THE: BOY'S DREAM OF A BAD FOURTH aga Yo in: could cricker o ¢ 1s mor fun, no har Bar E and mak am the 16 thel,: g th néad: ‘And now g0 .right in and y don’t h > up, Donald,” ame f he they call the. hole in & hful Yankee ‘Doodle A whistle ‘“The Sta 5 been is « ted to 1 pOW no He shc 1en he s pia mus ntil the am Ny t he tries 2rd in disguise! dream. annon, Julys no le: th of lesson QONALD had' such a He planning for weeks to have :at Fourth of July a make in the the der ¢ alr noise! uted, find - the faces of He saw id Donald. vy grinned. now,” er he and, c. He music d Ned; “it in an in- after July and TOWSER IS ‘ALARMED. Towser {sn't h ing. to sew, trying to preparation with d, she asked: dear,” wa the 1€'s s the little cross- A ifl\“ $ \‘,‘,:‘,‘;, B 11 LAl ?) "v" 1) gl A GREAT SLED RACE IN ALASKA _me;%& NERGETIC Andy White was seated in a cozy room, looking out on a long street that extended from Main street away up hill to the foot of Silver Bow Basin, back of Juneau, Alaska. The sidewalk i roadway were covered with snow, ich .was packed hard, and was very Boys with sl of all sizes shapes were engaged in coastingon alk and road and every now ® L% 50 0F 308 300 08 30 08 10 408 0% 08 40 Lk X GIRL WHO % X% ¥ 'VE told my Dolly Dimple that s she'll try be good and s got some orful thi She sa But bre Just watching brother’s { And then you'll hear us both. We'll PR geg=T: IS ALMOST P'raps when they bang I'll go and hide But when the firecrackers are gone and T'll bring my Dolly Dimple out, and she shall have her fill 10us py-ro-teck-ni-cal display! legs. Most newcomers do for a while.” Andy admitted he did. “There isn't a boy in tkis town who has won so many races as I have,” con- tinued Kendel arrogantly. “and I will beat that Indian, too. I wouldn't rac with the Siwash if it wasn’'t he beaten every other white boy here. Ten to one he will back out when the time comes. He ought to be here now. It's 2 o’clock.” “Here he comes.” shouted some soungsters seated on a log pile “but he 't got his sled.” “There,” said Kendel, “I knew just how it would be. He is afraid and will have some excuse to offer. You can’t depend on that crowd from the mission. If you take my advice you will not play with them, Andy. The Indian boy, who was about 13 ars old—Kendel’, own age—came inning up to the sroup of boys. “So you have backed out,” laughed Kendel. “I thought you would.” f=ReR=ReRePegegegegegegeReReyele . Fudd ’FRAID. to-morrow’s Fourf July. brave and hardly ever cry. shake the house. sly as any mouse! annons all are still, he says they fegeReReRuReRaRaRaFaFeyea] shout Hip, hip! Hip, hip! Hooray! feReRoReR=R=F:FeReR:FeRePuPaReRePoFeleReReReReRuRaReReRuFeFeFaaPuFutel then boys would come sliding by window and repass on their way ady to begin the trip all over. were red, their mittens cov- now, and their boots and and T with istening. I don't believe I am going to like Juneau,” sald Andy to his cousin, Tom Anderson; who sat by the fireplace op- him. Idon’t believe there ingle spot in the whole level Well, if there is it is very small,” an- swered Tom. “But then we boys man- age to have fun enough, though it is not like the town I lived in while in ifornia. There we could play base- and football to our hearts’ con- tent, which we don’t attempt here. But we do have 1 fun coasting winters. Most all th ows own sleds, and we often race with one another. There is here—an Indian—who has € very boy he-raced with but Paul Kendel. Kendel is the son of that man who struck t summer. ere, and has to any boy him coasting. Indian Charlie, the mission school boy, has of- fered to race with him to-day. I am ire he will win, although nearly ail boys think differently.” His sled is the best, Anday. “There i{s where you are mistaken,” returned “Tom. “He has n> sled, at not what you and I wouid call an beat then,” said v, do you think T am silly enough eve that?’ laughed Andy. “Or s the chap uses snowshoes?” “‘Wait till the race comes off and see,” said Tom mysteriously. “These Indian chaps are queer fellows. You can never tell what they are going to do.” After dinner Tom and Andy walked down to the foot of the street to see the contest, where a large crowd of boys and men were gathebed. “Hello, Anderson!” shouted some of the boys when they saw Tom. *‘Where did you get that new boy you are tow- ing around?” ‘Soon Tom was busy introducing - Andy to his friends, a very cosmopoli- tan set of boys, who seemed glad when they learneéd that Andy was to live among them and go to school. He was introduced to Paul Kendel, who was d on his much admired sled. 0 you are Anderson’s cousin?” he said, surveying Andy’s new suit. “Came up on the last boat, did you? Guess you can feel the motion yet in your “Me no back out. the Indian. iy vhere’s your old sled?” said the India he reach- ed up under the back of his coat and withdrew a thin, smooth board the of a large sha with one broad cleat on top near the lower end to brace his feet against in coming down hill. The under side was covered with smooth s of whalebone fastened length- I all ready,” said aid To~ laughing as Andy was examining it, “what do you think of that for a sled?” “It is queer looking. seen one like it. I have never I fear you will not win,” he said kindly to the Indian boy, who only smiled broadly. ““Well, well, boys,” said the umpire, a fat man with a red beard, who, though 60 vears old, alw, claimed he was as much of a boy a “Now just scamper up that hill as quickly as pos- sible with this man, who will se~ you start fair.” At once Kendel and Indian Charlie began the climb, followed by such of the boys as did not wish to lose any of the sport. Tom and Andy remained at the foot of the hill, and stood by the mark the winner would pass over. When the crowd reached the top of the hill Indian Charlie, Kendel and the starter walked out to the center of the road and in a few seconds the signal for them to start was given, and away they sped, going faster and faster very second on the down trip, fairly flying by the buildings. It was seen as they came nearer that Kendel had the ad- vantage by at least three feet, and as he lay on his sled it swayed from side to side as he bent forward and back- ward with excitement. Indizn Charlie sat on his queer sled as if part of it, and came over the little rough places and hummucks as if sliding on ice. “Hurrah for Kendel! Go it! You'll win!” was heard shouted on all sides. But just as the boyvs neared the mark in the snow Indian Charlie came swift- 1y over a rise and passed over the line with wonderful eed, ending ahead of Kendel by the length of his queer sled, amid the cheering and shouts of the onlookers. He was pronounced the fair winner by all but Kendel. “For,” he sald, “his sled was not like mine, and he wouldn’t have beaten if it had not been for that rise and the down (grade below it. You bet, next time I race it will be with a fellow who has a sled like mine.” LAWRENCE C. BEMENDERFER, Angejs Camp. HUNT FOR THE HERO'S PROUD NAME J1LL any reade~ of the Boys’ and Girls’ page forget, amid the fun and glory of our Fourth of July, the name and deeds of P of our gr soldiers or sailors who have helped to add luster to the history of our glorious stars a- | stripes? Free- dom is represented by the emblem. Tk are some names of which th American people are so proud that they could write them on the red and white stripe and be more proud than ever. How would it do to write the name of one of our great rnaval commanders on the flag to-day? Perhaps wwhen you look at this page carefully you will find the name of such a hero. Look closely and you will discover the name of Dew in large letters, but it may take some minutes to make it out. It is in plain sight. Any child who fails to find the name m write and ask about it. But there will be few letters to answer, probablv. Do not give up until you have seen the name of the hero! A SEAGULL TAMED. BY CHARLIE GETCHELL. HAVE oft watched and have often fed the s ing San F cl; 3a ferryboat Piedmont. Fina little ter Flora, who is i valid, heard so much about the gulls that she said she w Poor little Flora! door she is I made up my mind that she should have a seagull for a pet. How should I catch it? Willie Nichols told me. One day we hired a-boat in Oakland Creek and pulled out to the head of the sea wall. There we baited some hooks with apple and waited for d like to s ble to get out of the narrow-gauge boat, the Bay City, to come along. Pretty soon we heard the wheels of the steamer and saw her coming toward us. There were seagulls flying over the boat. We paddled up as near to the Bay City’s course as we dared to and thréw our lines overboard. The lines were not leaded and so the bait floated on top of the water, some distance from us. One of the seagulls saw the prize (?) and darted down to it. The next mo- ment we had the bird in our boat and we put it in a covered basket just as soon as we could. The other seagulls looked as if they were astonished at the whole performance and flew rapidly away, screaming or talking perhaps, about the happening. Flo was the happiest girl in Alameda County that night. We had a wire cage in which we used to keep a parrot and into that the gull went. Flo was greatly delighted to see that it would take food from her hands the next day. In a week she let it out of the cage. Now it flies all around in the nursery and makes no sign that it wants to get away. It is regularly fed and has a nest in the cage. It moves its head so seriously and looks so comical that Flo often laughs as she looks it it. So you see that a seagull can be tamed. CHILDREN’S WAR STANZAS Hurrah for our Stars and Stripes so bright ‘hat sway o'er American land and sea! H’\lx‘rrah for our battleships of might! They will set the starving Cubans free. Long have the Spaniards sowed in wratn The seed to be garnered by war's keen ' lade! And hnr‘ll(! From the cities—from wood- d path— X Comemgregdom's sons 'neath our banner arrayed: YPRA CHISHOLM. HOW UNCLE BEN MADE HIS ESCAPE 5 VENING found us around the fire in Uncle Ben's cabin among the Sierras, coaxing Ben to tell us all about his Fourth of July escape from the Mandan Indians. The pipes were lighted, the fire was crackling merrily in the firéplace and the wind among the pine trees was piping a fierce but merry tune. The cabin shook in the gusts, but’it was securely anchored. We were all anxious for Uncle Ben to begin his story, which he soon did, although he truly protested uch prefer to listen to " as he called the young hunters of the party. We would not take “no” from Uncle Ben, and he gaw that to be the fact. “It was this way,” said Uncle Ben. 3 lost a horse. I ing that very @ not make them believe ind the horse off in the aid the horse never ered off. They were determined that they 1 coul that I had f would put me to death after the fashion of some savages—that is, they meant to burn me at a stake, “That was nct pleasant,. but there would have been mno gain in crying about the matter. In fact that would have made the braves call me an old squaw. 1 did not sleep very well the night after 1 came to camp. 1 knew enough of the Indian dialect to under- stand what the rascals were saying as they sat around their campfire. Two of them, White Bird and Thunderbolt, quarreled about who should have my revolver and my other fixings after they had burned me. That was a queer conversation for me to listen to, but I let them know that I understood it all, and shouted at them that they were two cowards and old women, and that I was equal to them both. “How the Indians laughed! The chief, Nompetuck, was not such a bad fellow. I heard him tell White Bird and Thunderbolt that he belleved that I was as strong as 1 had boasted. Noth- ing would do the two Indians then ex- cept to have me brought out of the tepee where I was a prisoner. The In- dians threw a lot of pine logs on the fire, which flared up so that the woods were as light as they are at noon. Guards were stationed to prevent me from getting away; then the deerskin thongs that held my feet and hands were cut by Nompetuck. The old chief grunted and said: ‘White thief talks big. Let's see what he can do.’ “I never let any one call me a thief. Aimost before I thought I knocked the chief down. The braves came to his rescue and I was punched and kicked considerably before the chief inter- fered. Then he grinned and said that I struck him very hard, and that there ‘would be heap fun’ when White Bird and Thunderbolt were ready. There is nothing that Indians like so much as daring. I believed that they would surely burn me unless I could get away that night. When I was a student in the University of California I was the best high jumper there, and a life of roughing it in the woods had not made me any less active. “Like a flash I made a high jump, runuing, and cleared the head of Lhe chief, whe stocd in front of me. Whiie Bird aaa Thunderbolt did not under- stand this game. As I touched ground I had a short limb of a tree in my hajds, and with this I swept a patn clear. It would have amused you to see how the old chief laughed ‘* ‘How!’ said the chief, and he came forward and shook my hand. ‘White man no coward; only coward who steals horse. White man all right.” ““Of course the Indians could not say anything against the chief. He was my friend many days. We hunted to- f-$=F-F-8-3-3-1 gether, and I gome tricks of hunting and fishing that he did not know. Finally I told him that I knew where the thief was who had stolen horses from the tribe, and if he would send four Indians with me I would capture him. My reward would be my own freedom. He thought this ov<r a while and said ‘yes.’ “We set off together, I and the four Indians. I led them into the mountains until we came to a cliff, the secret of which was known alone to me. This ‘was a blind cave, where I had once wintered. I rolled away a blg stone from the opening and showed them a dark passageway into the cave. They made me go ahead, which was just what I wanted. The passage wound around big columns of stone that held was able to show him THE LEGION OF JUVENILE HEROES - beginning to report - . their military com- * panies. An account was given last Sun- . day morning of one company, whose : captain, dressed in a jacket -of" red;-: o3 For I can’t miss one minute’s ot o THE BOY WHO LIKES A RACKET. - H, wake me early, motker, dear, on Fourth o’ July morn; You'll find that I've to bed my shoes and trousers also worn. The punk is by my bedside; the firecrackers there, too,- lay, Kiss me good-night, and hurry up and let me go to sieep, 1% For all the fun I've got to have would make an awful Ry e 2 And all day long I'll make more noise than Dewey’s famous fight! Hi yah! Gee whizz! Hurrah! Ho! Ho! What fun, mamma!! Goodnight! fun on Isdependence day: 36 1 R K the roof up, and when we came to ona place I gave them the slip. I had the only torch. That I dropped purposely. A minute later I was out of the cave Ly another fassageway and had the big stone Lock n its place, and there were the four Indians bottled up and howling like wolves. A hard hour of work en- abled me to cover the place so with one thing or another that even an In- dian’s eyes would not have found it.. “Boldly playing my game, I went back to the chief and told him what I had done. He was furious and wanted to shoot me then and there, but his old squaw had a wise head and asked me what I had done this for. “My answer was that if they would give me a horse and six hours’ start I would tell them the secret. Only I would not do anything unless the chief would let me take his only son with me to the Little Muddy River as a proof of their good faith. They threatened and even tied me to a stake at last and heaped up faggots about me and set fire to them. “They saw that I was determined to 2'(1‘::: my \\'asb'i d’I‘hen the men and vomen grumbled so at the chief he kicked the blazing twigs uxfn)"%‘éf fore I had been badly scorched. Jut I was nearly suffocated and the fire was more than middling hot about me, “The next day I rode away on the chief’s horse, holding the chief’s ycung son upon the saddle with a grip of iron. The Indians dar not shoot then. When we came to the cave I commanded that all the Indians who were following should put down the guns and knives and hatchets at a cer- tain place. This was really a trap that I had contrived. I struck the guns with my heavy boot before they could stop me. The guns and knives sank out.of sight and rattled down the sides of a deep mountain hole that I had covered up. “Before they recovered from their surprise I was on horseback and go- ing at a breakneck gait over a fearfully rough country, taking many chances of a fall. An hour later the Indians were on my trail, having rescued their com- rades and being angry at the trick I had played them. 1 lost no time get- ting out of the country and I have never been there since.” white and blue, just like Unclé Sam, has been a noted personm on Ma:l:‘ street, as he has led his young fol- lowers forth on parade. The second. company to be mentioned is the “Ber- . : nal Heights Invincibles,” who are, so stout-hearted Willie Schindler writes from his quarters at 1005 Cortland ave- nue, this city: “Fifty strong; been or- - ganized one month with officers, drum - corps and Red Cross division.” This company is armed and equipped, and filled with true American patriotism. .° They are all “hustlers” and at the tims - for drill you can always find full ranks - . at “Camp Dewey,” which is on Bank street, near Cortland avenue. : All the facts concerning the “Bernal-. Heights Invincibles” are‘ ‘given in-a manly letter which Willie Schiiidler, . one of the Invincibles, has ‘written, which is as follows: ? s SAN FRANCISCO; June 25, Editor San ‘1898. - Francisco Call—Dear Sir:. With, reference to your proposition in the 3 ' and Girls' page of The Call will The Bernal Heights Invincibles, - strong, have been organized ith officers, drum corps and Red ision. We-drill at Camp Dewey,. on Bank street, near Cortland avenue, every afternoon. Our equipment consists of flve air rifles, five metallic swords, twenty. bayonets, - two drums and two stretchers, and a ty of intrenching tools. Our com- - ssar; 1d(qmrtmgnt is well supplied by Sidents. H 57 2 ‘We purpose to give an entertainment at - the hall of the Bernal Heights Improve- ment Club to raise funds for uniforms and other equipments. Our officers are: Captain, H. Kelstrow; _licutenants, "F. Brieur and W. Schindier; sergeants, J. Palmer and O. Jensen; corporals, Jerry Murphy and C. Magenty. . z ¥ WILLIE SCHINDLER, -1005 Cortland avenue. - . ‘Wherever there Is a vacant Iot; neat a populous neighborhood, in San Fran.. cisco, Oakland, Alameda, Berkeley or any other of scores of towns, the drill- ing of small boys and possibly small. girls will take place.” There is at. North- Berkeley a soldier company and Red " Cross legion, and the children compas: ing it will parade upon Spruce street : some time to-morrow. The Red Cross followers are little girls, who have been busy with needle and thread. TWO TRUSTY RECRUITS FOR UNCLE SAM. LOOK SHARP, ¥Y FRIEND! N T3 { ,‘B',’ FOR HERE YOU SEE RECRUITS FOR ARMEE AND NAVEE ! o ong, -