The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 2, 1899, Page 33

~ UNDAY, JULY 2. 1899 acorn an unds and o love for and the o e e DR R R R o S + B TORY OF FOXES S D e R R e o o o g [e— R R He Hamptor rl lived with t woods. Johnson d who 1i t her He for hou uld play went to a T ttle boat was »nd near by. her cousin in town. until she as Zelma would ¢ go of away soon ha. thought it hide, so s Trgonds to hide. 5nd.a good place among some ; could see her. g for Zelma to - but no call from Zel- so. she got tired of ght she would go and 2 a me. She i Bertha could not 4 became frightened. into men ¢ When they placed the all the caves in Nidderdinks Land BY HIMSELF TO A GOOD FRIEND O eCe e e e e iy e on e e e g disappeared. “Where can he the Que There were s playing with mudpies shaping the mud men and : nal forms. i their figures made they in the sun to bake and grizzly bear cubs, the ave the blackber th2 comb of wild honey to ning up the creek. m and whispered about some mischief, cubs were Aldare’s nd together they had been many a queer prank in Nid- hiding some- d from soon,” Thre i the we haking them flying all over and the worst of their was not r also drenched the mud- t the four black babie in an instant. The black In all Nidderdinks Land not be set down here and now have been here to after their swim in streets of Nidder- - time that the Queen’s way was found by id homes for all the need accommo- 1se some make er or later, o on. You do not really sup- r the animals. Often, in the ther s, with heads held on really He homes for the Nid- nake homes for the Nid- woods, when the creeks ground, then the little another. At first-the ca nd t Nidderdinks animals e and crc old her- e Nidderd babi the shiny, owls. le for tt nk down at them from a tree limb, were told b round things that what the You know that the owls can Edited by, Davip HWaLKE) > fpme Ve wise even then. “Hoot, toot,” sald the owl. “I have a friend, a beaver, who is the best digger and builder in all the world and who knows more than any one alive—almost as much, in fact, as my father used to know. Call him.” So the beaver was called to tell what it would be best to do. looked at the Nidderdinks babies and was going to tell them what h> could do, when they coaxed him so to play that he frisked through He They were ne a voice that car frightened a little, but from the neighborhood of the w were only the eyes of the > better by night than by da So it went on the long night through. Sometimes an owl would leave h entry post in a tree to arrest some wandering bat who would rap with his dusky wings at the door of a Nidderdinks baby’'s house; but not one owl flew out of Nidderdinks Land all the long night through. Every morning the beaver tried to tell the Nidderdinks babies how he could make a pas under the ground to join all the little caves in which the inks babies lived, into one cave. FEvery morning the Nidderdinks babies tried to be good and listen, but Aldare was there. He it was who got them all into a frolic every day. So the beaver would pl with the children ail the day and again and again night would come and the caves were many and were not joined into one. But, when the first rainy season came to Nidderdinks Land and the babies were prisoners on account of the wet much of the time, the good beaver went to work without saying anything to the Nidderdinks and began to tunnel. His third cousins, the squirrels, also began to work on another part of the plan he had thought out between play times. First the beaver made a wide and high dam so that the creek would not flow through the Nidderdinks st s to drown the Nidder- dinks bahies. Then he tunneled from one little cave to another and joined them all. At the same time the squirrels used their sharp teeth to gnaw through the trunks of the hollow trees that were used for houses by the Nidderdinks and from the holes made by the squirrels the beaver tunneled into the passageway between the caves. What a lark the Nidderdinks had when this was done. I cannot begin to tell you all about that. Never mind. When I saw this street in Nidderdinks Land the doors to the trees were all hidden by bushes and flowers and grass so that a stranger would never guess that there were any doors in all the forest. The birds had brought the seeds and planted them, and the bushes and flowers had grown up into a thick screen more beautiful and just as useful as the best Japanese screen that has ever been made. The Nidderdinks people did not try to hide now, for, see- So do the Nidderdinks the woods with them for several hours—frisked until they were all ing the Queen with me, they knew that I was their friend. Such tiny ks Land that was tired out and the darkness had come. The Nidderdinks babies looked little dish: in the Nidderdinks houses—all made from a long array of hollow up into the trees and there saw some shiny, round things staring pieces of tree bark! little rocking chairs and other pieces of furniture—all made of small branches of the trees that had been cut neatly off by the saw like teeth of the squirrels from the trees. There were dolls, too, real clever little dolls, with wal- nuts for heads, some of them. All Nidderdinks Land came out to give n old beaver and family of and that in fact, the owl does not open his eyves wide until it comes me welcome. 1thers have lived on Was it not lucky that the fairies had thought to have the The baby elephant showed me what he would do if there should ation after generation, for watchmen for Nidderdinks Land? At re| all be a fire in the woods to endanger Nidderdinks Land. He is, in fact of mud, and the present through the the Nidderdinks babies could hemr " the fire department of the Nidderdinks, the chief, the engineer and same number ing beavers still live in mud still R R R s AS TOLD Rt R R R R R A e more interest in me and I was 11 was going to live all my life such close quarters. “Oh, you poor little dogeie,” a kind voice sald and a hand pulled o the slats and 1 was taken out. I just loved her at first slit fortabl She carried me into a nice com- hov with a cheerful fire and put me down to stretch my legs. I jumped all over I was so delighted Two little children were also in that house and they were so pleased with me. First they gave me some nice bread and milk, and then when I couldn’t eat any m held me in their arms and ro by the fire, THE WICKED WITCH AND POOR CHRISTINA By M. Rene Mitchell. N olden times there lived a King and Queen with their three daugh- The eldest daughter was 16, next one was 13 and the young- was 9 yea- old. They were est dearly beloved by both the King and Queen. And upon the earth among them was an old witch who was feared by all who knew when fairies and witches were This old witch had a daughter was feared also, because of her ugly manners. And so one day the old tch dressed herself in a beautiful new gown and changed her daughter into a beautiful rose for Christina, which was the youngest of the King's daugh- ters, and the one she most envied. And she went to the palace and went to the door and knocked, and the Queen came to the door and the wi said: “T have a beautiful rose for Christina, v 1 see her?” ueen said, “Step in" and the King and his daughters came in the room and the witch gave the rose to tina to smell and very soon she became very ugly and old like the witch’s own daughter. And when the King and Queen found out the witch did it they ordered her to be put in prison, and the King told her that he would have her put to death if she would not tell him how to restore his daughter. So threatened, the witch told Christina to drink a certain kind of wine and to bring her the rose. Christina did as she was directed and once more was beautiful. The witch fled and never was seen again. her who She hunted for her all through the woods until they came to the meadow. Bertha awoke when she heard them calling her. When she saw that it was dark she ran toward them crying, and Zelma cried for joy to think she had her safe once more in her arms. Zelma gaid she would not leave her alone again. been shortened -rs might ve hat the le oinitted t (plain 0), Woodbridge, Paradise, = Cloverdale, 'n and Poker Flat. The 11 be found in the ac- The puzzles are this morning. Our all the puzzies but are the following: , San Francisco; Car- ckton street, San Fran. nno, Vallejo; George ameda; Sidney B. Knoph, 151 Plano { TA (N A ud’ W Octavia street, S8an Francisco; Lily Ub- hoff, 1444 Kansas street, San Francisco. Dear Editor—My papa takes The Call and 1 read the Children’'s Page. 1 was seven years old in April, and I help my mamma do the housework and go to the Moulder School. Your little friend, NELLIE PROBASCO. 1517 Market street. Dear Editor—We have taken The Call for a number of years. We have pigeons, a parrot, a dog, and three kittens. T go fo'the Fairmount Primary School. I am in the fourth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Morgan. Your friend, MORGAN LOMBARDI. 106 Thirtieth street, San Francisco. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to The Call and I wish to see it in print. I am in the fourth grade and am 10 years old. My teacher’s name is Miss Peveler and I like her very much. I enjoy read- “Hoot, toot.” well and that no stranger was in their land to annoy or molest “Toot, DODELILEY S ILODHGOTO BOQ S8 That was meant to tell the > said an owl in the maple tree. GEGEOID S HTHDEQEGE T fi one and then the other. I felt a pretty happy dog that night. After a while the lady carried me away and put me to bed. 1 was real tired after my trip so I slept all night long, and the next day I heard her teli everybody that I was such a good little pup not to cry. So the next night I cried just to see what they would do with me. I thought they might take me in the big house with them and let me lay by the fire, but no such luck for me, so after a few hts I stopped cryi for it didn’t do ar Well, my life ran along smoothly. 1 romped with the boys, for the two children were boys. We had great fun. One day the lady and the boys got on the big boat that used to come every day and away they went; it seemed so long before I saw them again. 1 used to play with the cats, but they didn't always feel like playing and sometimes they would put out their paws and leave scratches on my poor little nose. good you see. pretty S HLSVSTOLETOT © TOQILVOTIOLS QOLk OLkS AN ADVENTURE IN A REAL FAIRY DELL By Lucy M. French NCE there was a little shepherd boy who lived with an old herd- er, and every day he would go out and take care of the sheep. One day he was wandering along very hungry and thirsty, when he heard the sound of falling water. He went and hunted for it and came Into the loveliest little dell you could im- agine. There was a pond of clear crys- tal water. He knelt down and drank until he had appeased his thirst, then he lay down on the velvety g He looked around and sa to himself “Surely, this must be some fairy dell, for 1 have never seen anything half so fairy-like before. I suppose the fairies have balls and feasts here.” He fell asleep and dreamed that the fairies had come and were having a ball, and just then he awoke. He heard the sounds of enchanting mus! and on looking round saw thousands of little fairies dancing and laughing. They beckoned to him to join them, but he said he was too large. So one little fel- low went up to him and said: “Drink this and you will grow small.” So he drank it and immediately grew as small as his companion. He then went and danced with the fairies and had a fine time. He was sorry when it was over, but promised to come again. So the whole summer passed away so delightfully for the little shepherd. One day the falries told him that they were going to leave. He was very sorry and they said next summer they would come back, for the winters were too cold for them. So they went away. One little fairy gave him a diamond ring, saying: “When you want any- thing turn it around three times and wish.” He was so sad that he never thought about it. One day he was very lonely and happened to glance at his finger and saw the ring. He thought of what the fairy had said and thought he would try it, and said: “I wish the winter would not be cold, so the fairies could stay Lere. No sooner had he said it then all the fairies came dancing along. They said: “Now that you have wished it we 'will stay.” So they stayed and the little shepherd stayed with them always and never had to work any more and lived happily ever after. ing the Girls' and Boys' Page. My brother takes The Cail and we think it is a nice paper. ETHEL HOWE. Crescent City, Cal. _ Dear Editor: 1 was 9 years old last January. My friend Walter Brobeck and Nidde I don’t think awfully good to me. e ay: nks that all wered the next owl! sentinel in the madrone tree. SO0 & DOTOTOTHVS TN STUGVSCOTOLHL & and I got so fat. all hands. The leathery little monster rolled on his funny legs to the creek and filled his trunk with water. Then he snorted comically, so comically that he had to laugh himself and so the water ran down his {hroat and he was half choked before he caught his breath again. How- ever, he filled his trunk once more and then showered the bushes and G exciting. I felt real , %//)% trees, even ducking an owl, who sat solemnly dozing in the shadow of a manzanita bush. “Do it again,” said a mischievous Nidderdinks to the elephant, as the solemn owl shook his feathers and tried to get rid of the water. But the owl flapped his wings heavily and fled to a high tree, from which he looked down at a safe distance upon the scene. Hark! What was that coming through the woods? It was the hippopotamus! Was it? No. There was the old hippopotamus cooling off in the creek, with only his head above the water, his huge body being deep in the cool stream. But surely there was a four-legged animal of some description moving along and coming in our direction. Behold it was a giraffe, and upon its back Aldare was riding. On came the giraffe and its rider with the speed of a whirlwind. Aldare reined in like a veteran circus rider. What had he strung around the long neck and tied to the tail of the giraffe? I caught the look in the lad's eyes and made no sign. The Nidderdinks looked curiously at what seemed to them to be strings of ornaments, all red. “‘Aldare,” 1 began. “‘Sh-sh,” was his response. The giraffe was n of his necklace and the ornaments on his tail. All the Nidderdinks babies looked on admiringly. Aldare disappeared and then came back with something that he held behind him. He stole up behind the giraffe. Suddenly there was a sputtering sound. Smoke and fire seemed to be coming from the giraffe's tail. Pop, pop, pop, crack, crack, cr-r-r-r-ackkkkkkkkk, popcrack, slam- bang, slapity-bang, whee! The giraffe was off again like the wind, leaving a train of smoke that smelled of powder and a string of torn and scorched paper on the ground to mark out the way he had fled. So it was that Aldare intro- duced the idea of a Fourth of July celebration into Nidderdinks Land—for the ornaments on the giraffe were strings of fire-crackers and the lowest ornament on the giraffe’s tail was a big, red Chinese bos mb. ‘We heard the giraffe scurrying away through the woods. Boom! The bomb went off with a noise like a cannon. Splash! The giraffe leaped into the creek and all the celebration was ended as suddenly as it had begun. The bear cubs looked very mischievous. They were the ones who had brought the fire-crackers to Aldare. “Well,” said the Queen, “I never.” D.H W. DSOS QIO ETIGINITOTOG & GOGOGITOLS GO0 STOOL CLRTHNETCTT © LTINS Q I like cats. *“Cook” was €0 proud. but just how it 1. I do wish every- me; then she felt m: % . = ng. 1 s s ¥ ; y nose and saf . v She used to save somehow every one does not look on body's dogs, horses and people talked there and thought about me. “You ar§ little pieces of meat and goodies for me €port in the same light—for the man the same language. Next morning not sick; you have been hurt.” I I used to lie in the Wwho feeds the chickens said some real I felt so bad I couldn’t eat, and wagged my tail again; she knew and I sun and watch my little stomach grow, mean things to me about it. I just then they said, “He is sick; give felt glad she knew.. She must have it was so nice and round, people used guess he felt bad because he wanted him some medicine.”” The mistress was gone and made inquiries, for when I One dav to catch that chicken himself, and I in the city. Well, they doctored poor was well enough and crawled down- to speak of how fat I was. return. what was my delight to see the family spoiled his fun. I had grown quite a good deal _ Now comes the one dark spot in my and felt proud when I stood up by the life. I don't know how it happened, children no hu rt my baby to think 1 could reach their but I got under the wheels of a wagon pretty. me—oil, black medicine. they poured down my throat—some of it got on my hair. I crawled up in the top of the Oh! the stuff stairs I heard her telling somebody “that poorlittle Foxey had been run over by some wagon and nobody knew it, and they had dose? the poor pun I didn't look very I am afraid I was a little rough, and they went over me. I screamed barn -a i v i icine.” Docmise o Tew times whep T was only and screamed and ran and lay down: of the may. I dont know how many Red o knew. that sy treubles mere playing the little boy cried and the lady it was s thing awful. I never days I stayed there, for I was so 11l the talk of the place. It Bateay iy Iooked so hurt at me and said, “If you thought a dog could go through so I didn't keep track of the days; sufferings to have the men stop to HE I won't love you. ,, much pain and live. I know I have couldn’t eat—the pain in my insides “poor pup.” I am getting better slow- Now I loved the lady and I didn’'t been hurt internally. Well. the from being run over and everything. ly. I follow my mistress about. but I like to have her €peak so to me. tried so hard to remember, but it's not So T “brute” who drove those horses never v Well, 1 stopped to explain or anyvthing. And felt pretty miserable and have no desire to jump yet. I can't s0 easy when you are having a real good time and getting real excited to remember and not get rough. Time went on. One day T did have the most exciting time. I caught a real live chicken; never dreamed anything was WHAT HAPPENED TO A VERY BAD FLY By Nellie U. O'Day. NCE upon a time there was a fly who was always in somebody’s way. His mother was a gentle, timid creature, who did not like to go out of her house unless it was necessary. She had ten children, who were very obedient to her, except this one. His name was Nibble. He would go out every morning to hunt for his breakfast instead of getting it at home. He was so naughty that every evening he would make his poor mother chase him all around before he would go in. During the day, while his brothers and sisters were at home enjoying themselves, he was out stealing and nibbling at something. When he'd come home at night he wouid tell all his troubles to his sisters and brothers, but they would say nothing, as he was bad to them. He was always getting into a fight and trying to make people uncomfortable. During the day he would succeed, for when people would have company he'd go buzzing around them, just to annoy them and make them get cross. One day when he was out quite early in the morning he saw a pitcher with molasses in it standing near a door, and he said, “T'll have those molasses, even if I die getting it So he dipped his nose in to get a smell, and it smeit so good that he went In to get some. After he got all he wanted he tried to get out, but his legs were stuck to- gether and he could not move them. In vain he tried and tried again, so he left off quite exhausted. In a little while the lady came to get some mo- lasses for the breakfast, when she saw the bad fly. So she took a spoon and took the fly out and threw him in the coal scuttle, and there he is lying dead on account of all his disobedience and naughtiness to other people. D R S g ROLL OF HONOR NEZ PEARL SCOTT. 2143 Dwight way, Berkeley; Louis Longley, Santa Cruz, Alice Hanisch, Roseville, Placer County. Cal; Rene Mitchell, Santa Cruz: Sal- lie Needles, Monterey; Ida Al- len, Portland, Ore.: Frank Mil- ler, Oakland: Willis Porter. Alameda; Andrew G. Nelson, Berkeley; Peter Vane, San Francisco; Katherine Greer. San Francisco; Willie Tama- sino, San Francisco; Nettie Sis- son, Los Angeles; Harriet Gleason, San Francisco: Har- vey Minturn, Oakland: Charlie Jones, Santaz Barbara: Willie Metsin, San Francisco: Ella Gianotti, 760 San Jose avenue, San Francisco. ) s e ‘We go down between %la)’ hide and go 'HUR BANKS. ++ P R R R D O T R I have fine times. some dog benches and seek. Your reader, AR’ San Francisco. Dear Editor: I am a little girl 8§ years old. I live in Oakland and T go to the Prescott School. We have vacation now S0 S POVOLIOTOTS QL SRSV LO0O0 & OO0 when the cook came to me to find out what was the matter she couldn't tell. and I couldn’t tell her. I just kept on crying. I believe a dog has bitten thought a dog's life was not the pleas- antest after all. Nobody ever heard of a cat being run over. One day I heard somebody coming up the stairs: it was my mistress. 1 wagged my tail—that hold m. head up yet like other dogs do, but I can wag my tail and I do when folks speak to me. I hone I'll get well" if T do I'll try very hard to do what is right for a little white and u,"" she sald, and she thought was all I could do. She stooped down yellow d it was that, and I couldn’t tell her and patted me and soothed and pitied T thf“l‘l"i;'(}),;:‘gsi.“ P05 DEQODELELEVENIN & GOTOGEHE OO DIV & QL LHCBINOG © LOBIROATI0OQ THE ACORN THAT LEARNED TO TALK By Jeanette Williamson. R me, here I am on this beau- tiful day with all my little brothers and sisters all dressed in beautiful brown dresses, with caps of green. Our home is along a brook which runs and laughs by us all day long. I am happy, for I can see the running water and hear the birds sing all day long, and at night when the birds go to their little nests E the beautiful leaves curl around us and keep us warm. But what is that coming down the hill? Oh, dear, they are dreadful-look- ing people with tar on their heads and baskets and bags in their hands and I wonder what they want? Here, I will just hide in under this leaf and see what they want here. They stopped in front of our home and began to talk. Some of them go away and two old Indian women opened bags and put their hands out and plucked my little brothers and sisters until they were all gone but me. They do not see me. but then when I look at our home and see that all are gone but poor little me I regret then they did not see me. One of the old Indians got up to get a drink and saw me and put me into that dirty-looking sack, where I find my little brothers and sisters erying and wondering what will become of us when they all get their bags and baskets full. They take us home and pour us out on the ground. I rolled under a rock. Then they took two rocks and put us between them and crack us open. They take off those pretty brown dresses .nd green caps and throw them away. Then I see them all robed in white. Then I know they are all dead, and 1 think now they will be buried. No, a worse fate is theirs. Thev are put in a big stone dish and the women take hammers and grind them all fine. Then they mix them with water and then make bread and cakes to eat, and I am glad they do not see me, for I shall take root when the spring comes again and grow more acorns. and I am s?ending it with my papa on the railroad. like to read the Boys' and Girls’ Page. Hoping 0 see my letter pub- lished I remain your little reader, ETTA McCARTHY. Lompoc. . Dear Editor: I am a little girl nine years old. I go to the Altaville School. My teacher’s name is Miss Hannon. I am in the fourth grade. It is vacation now. I have a little pony and a pet cat; 1 am always anxious to read the Boys and Girls' Page. 1 hope to_see Lhis printed in next Sunday’s Call. Your lictls reader, CLAIRE EDWARDS. THE PRESCRIPTION WRITTEN ON A DOOR By Alice M. Jackson. T was in the month of December, 1898, snow was falling very fast and all outside was clothed in about a foot of white, feathery snow. The snow birds were twit- tering on each snow-covered bough. Dr. Dorroh was sitting in his office by a nice hot fire reading, when a telegram came for him to come to Gar- diner’s Hotel as soon as possible. He went home to get his horse and buggy ready. When he got home his horse had been taken out by Mrs. Dorroh, who had gone for a ride. He then went to Tryon's stable and got a horse that had just been brought back from Val- lecito by George Stickle. Dr. Dorroh started at just half-past 2 o’clock in the afternoon. He was half way between Murphys and Angels when the snowstorm started afresh, and as the horse was tired he did not wish to go any farther, but at last, when the storm had subsided, he start- ed off. But what was the use of his starting at all? For he had not gone ten feet, when in turning a corner they ran into a two-horse team coming from Murphys. Dr. Dorroh’s horse broke one of its fore legs and one horse in the team from Murphys sprained a leg. The other horse was unharmed. The man in the team from Murphys took the lame horse out of the road and hitched the horse that was un- harmed into Dr. Dorroh’s buggy, and the doctor and himself went to Gardi- ner's. When they arrived the doctor went in the room where the sick man was, he felt his pulse and told him that he had the typhoid fever. He then tried to find a piece of paper to write a pre- scription on. But he could not ind any, so he went outside and found a piece of charcoal and wrote the pre- scription on the door. He then went home and said he would call again A friend of the man's came, but he could not read. So he took the door off the hinges and carried it to the drug- gist in Murphys and had the prescrip- tion filled. He then returned in the snow, and when he got back was nearly frozen. The man got well STRANGE HAPPENING TO A PAINTED KITTEN By Charlie Betts. HERE was once a little girl who painted a kitten on a board and it was so real that she had hardly painted the tip of its tail, which was the last of all. as it ought to be, when the kitten be- gan to purr. “Take your little pen- knife that your papa gave you at Christmas time and cut me out of this board,” whimpered the kitten. So the little girl took her Christmas penknife and whittled and whittled un- til her hands were blistered, and still she did not seem to get ahead any. The kitten was just as .auch a prisoner as it had been before she began to whittle. It cried pitifully Now the pile of whittlings grew big- ger and bigger and the tears of the wooden kit.on, flowing steadily. made . them all swell. They swelled up so that, before the little girl knew it. the whittlings had blocked up the door- way. The little girl was crowded -into a: corner by the swelling pile of whittling. Then, hardly knowing what was best to do, she crawled into the pantry and. shut the door. >retty soon she heard the kitten crying for milk. There was milk enough in the pantry and the lit- tle girl could not bear to think that the kitten she had made was hungry. She opened the pantry door a little. In ran the kitten and the penknifz.. came cantering. after. But the little girl was too quick for the naughty knife. She shut the door, but not un- til the knife had cut the poor Kitten's: tail off. The kitten drank the milk and ate some meat, but still could not ze! out of the board. Its tears swelled the pantry door so that it could not be opened. Was the little girl to be- a prisoner in the pantry? No. Hear that thumping noise? Her papa is breaking down the door with an ax to let her out! No; it is not that. - Her brother Tom is pounding on her bedroom door. tell- ing her that it is morning and time for her to stop dreaming. THE CUBAN MAID. By Charles H. Marks. HAT means the sound of thun- der, mother dear?’’ “'Tis but the birth of Freedom to our land.” “But must it come with sounds so0 dread and drear?” “It must as long as chainsawait our band.” And as“!!’&ey spoke the thund'ring echoes ro e I<‘rn:~mh the great ocean and the distant s! ore, From II:leigms whereon a starry banner tol That Freedom sought its birth 'midst patriots’ gore. “But tell me of this Freedom that draws near From hazy shores of yonder ocean wide. Tell that my listening ears may hear— With hope of what our Master may- confide.” With, puzzled face the mother answered “Freedom is that for which wé always ‘Twill Bing vour soldier father home to Frows _bivouac’ and scenes of deadly But s:fil’:lhe Cuban maid long wondered As ;er?fi;es reached the vale day after ay— Brave men must bleed and bravér men must die Ere Freedom to her home should find its way.