The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 12, 1920, Page 8

ier Srallle K a * By Mabel Cle nds |) 127 THE POTLATCH 8," continued Mrs, “Polly,” “at last the time came, and Snakeleam was al! ready, his tong house, his store of gifts, his feast, his driftwood for fires, and every- thing else was ready, and Nis Buest began to come. “Families got out their ‘hyas ganion’ (big canoes), wrapped themselves in their gay blankets, painted their faces, and set out for the Potlatch.” “Did the little Indian children be wrapped up in blankets, too?” Peasy asked. | “I believe they left the children at home,” Mrs. “Polly” told her. “I don't remember anything about children at this Potlatch I'm tell | Ing you about. Yes, I think they left the children at home. “When a cance would land on the sand spit the Indians would! get out and come slowly up to the | fires; then they would unfasten their blankets and throw them off, and when that was done the Indian hadn't much of anything ‘on him except paint. “His blanket had been pinned on with either a thorn or a sharp splinter of wood, and it was eaxy | to throw aside. Then he was all ready to dance. | “Down the middle of the long building there were several fires ‘along its sides were hollowed Boards, but between the fires and ‘the boards were wide spaces of ‘@rassy ground. | “The Indians talked but little; they came they seated them | | gelvee—squatted on their heels — | Beene ave. with their baskets. you see the old women on |* and with sticks they beat a mo notonous tum.tum! tum-tum! tum. tum! “And around every fire men be. gan to dance. It was a slow, hunched-up In dian dance, Hour after hour the fires burned and the dancers kept moving, and as they danced they gave queer yells all the time “I was afraid of the Indians, Jand T held very tight to father’s jhand, but I did like to wateh and listen to their queer music that tum-tum! tum-tum! tum-tum | When one set of men grew too |tired to dance any more another jset wouk! take their places, so |that the dancing and the music never ceased. “When they were all tired and hungry, refreshments were served. “The squaws had bean working ne clama and ready for this party Mut before anybody ate. th he squaw beads a wift; and it nb had y, till he bin eauaw had oy a left nething! All the monem they had earned in (wo years Was gone for this party Hut they were happy, because tn « so large a party and auch Randeo 4 deny it deen the giver of eauees ADVENTURES © © One bok Sou Seramble himself. a then they heard an awful sigh, and turning they a "Ah, ham exclaimed Tingaling Mrs, Squirrel told him that} her husband, had got i she couldn't get into her own “If that is the case. why t you go in and let him stay out?) what Mrs. Tingaling did when | “gained s0 rapidly. She eaid 1 was| the bedsprings, s0 she put in @ hammock in the back yard. __“Oh, yes," added Nick, “and Daddy sleeps ou! in out tent when hot. Once he let Nancy and me “Humph! snorted Mrs. Squirrel, 't you s’pose I'd let gcramble out, and live, out, and stay) only too giadly? There's just one T can't g@¢ him out.” | “Goodness!” cried Tingaling. “That's | | Why, I remember particu: | that when he took the place signed the lease, he measured doo: with his whiskers. He he: ‘Mr. Tingaling, this doorway is just wide enough. Re-| cause, if my whiskers will go in with- out touching at either aide, my body will go in nicely, too.” / “Of course! nodded Mra. Squirrel, | “but he was as skinny as a bone then, after starving all winter. The, trouble was that after moving in, we | found the pantry chuck full of goodies, hickorynuts, and hazelnuts, | and acorns, and whatnot, that last | year's people had left behind them. | And Scramble waa so hungry he ate Up nearly the entire stock at one meal, never noticing that his sides were getting like watermelons. When he did discover what had happened it was too late! He couldn't get out | of the house! stuck tght every time he tried. | Just then they heard an awful, sigh, and turning they beheld Scram- ble hynself, or rather his head, gaz ing wistfully at them from the door! way. (Copyright, 1920, N. E. A) } BY THORNTON W. BURGESS OP Mistah Buzzard’s Keen Sight 1D GRANNY FOX had thought that when she fooled Bowser the ‘Hound up in the old pasture on the of the mountaintshe could take time going liome. She was tired | hot, and she had planned to pick | the shadiest paths going back. | had Farmer | 's Boy would soon join Bowser Hound when Bowser made such | & fuss about having found the oid! hous into which Granny Fox had} Fun, but out of the back door of which she had slipped without bow | wer knowing it. But Farmer Brown's Boy had not yet appeared, and Granny Fox was _ getting worried. Could it be that he | had not followed Bowser the Hound | @fter all? Granny Fox went out on ®@ high point and Yooked, but she ould see nothing of Farmer Brown's | Boy and his gun. Jast then OF Mis-| @h Buzzard came wailing down out | of the blue, blue sky and settled him- | self on a tall dead tree, Now Granny | Fox hadn't forgotten how Ol’ Misxtah | Buzzard had warned Peter Rabbit | as she was about to pounce! m him, but she suddenly thought that Ol’ Mistah Buzzard might be of | use to her. 80 Old Granny Fox smoothed out her skirts and walked over to the foot of the tree where Ol’ Mistah Buzzard sat. “How do you 40 today, Neighbor Buazard?” inquired Granny Fox, smiling up at Ol’ Mistah Buzzard. “Ah'm so as to be up and about, | thank yo',” replied Ol’ Mistah Buz- mard, spreading his wings out wo that the air could biow under them. “My! exclaimed Grenny Fox, “what splendid great wings you have, iwtah Buzzard! It must be grand be able to fly. I suppose you can! fee a great deal from way up there in the biue, blue sky, Mistah Buz- OV Mistah Buzzard felt flattered. “Yon,” said he. “Ah can see all that's on in the Green Meadows and thought that in the Green Forest.” “Oh, Mistah Buzzard, you don't really mean that!’ exclaimed O14 Granny Fox, just as if she wanted to believe it, but couldn't. | “Yes, Ah can!” replied Ol Mistah | Buzzard | “Really, Mistah Buzzard? Really? a | “Ah can see all that’s going| on in the Green Meadows and| clapping her hands. Farmer Brown's Boy? | Mistah Buzzard paused, | Fox so eagerly that Ol Mistah Buz zard looked at her sharply. use of telling, you?” | Buzzard. THE SEATTLE STAR ARG We GONG ON OUR | ARE WEGoNG SeCOND RUNEY MOON Pi't SAY Weare! Tueas Awe Te Tcxers! WEDLOCKED WOIT'LL THE JONESES) | SOMETHIN’ Wwwice Yous UPsTaiRa ‘Tom, Yov'tt NoTICa IVs Gor ove TRouK, Aut Paces ! The Honeymoon Is Strictly Personal Yy wey, HeL-tow | WHAT'S THE 1De4 OF Au THE RIBBONS? PeTER- TH OH- | THOUGHT WE WAS —By ALLMAN Ves, Bur ay —\\ ee ee vy on ast ‘ DITCH - SAY- You SIT IN THAT BACK SEAT OR Goin’ — LOOK OUT- LOOK OUT-:-- TURN AHEAD - DANGEROUS You Win, Freckles! alal HEAR WE ENJOYED A] | TELLS ME I || PICK UP NANTUCKET: DAY ON LORD AIRDALE'S “TACHT! WHATS THE MATTER wT YOU ROPY IAGPER? . YouRE RO QUIET AS A SALT HERRING + ARBTWA PEELING WELL? AINT GONNA || LIGHT SHIP! “And where is} cout run. “Oh, dear, I do hope Reddy Fox minded me and stayed in the house,” | she muttered, | Granny Fox Has a “Farmer Brown's Boy is—" Ol “Where? Where?” asked Granny| — | Next story: | Terrible Scare. | oa . - 16. The sultan of Turkey seldom |}. sleeps two coysecutive nights in the| _ | same room, so. great is his fear of as-| | sassination. Ur “You said you knew, so what's the said Ol Migtah Then he added: “But If Ah waa yo’ Ah cert'nly would get home right «mart soon.” “Why? Do tell me what you saw, | Mistah Buzzard,” begged Granny in the Green Forest,” | Oh, I can't believe that your eyes are | so sharp as all that! Now, I know! |where Bowser the Hound is and| ox started for home as fast as she) | Where Farmer Brown's Boy is, but I bs don't believe you can see them,” said Granny Fox, | OV Mistah Buzzard said never a} word, but spread his broad wings, | and in a few minutes he had sailed | UP, Up, UP, uNtI! he looked like a tiny | speck to Old Granny Fox. Now Old Granny Fox had not told the truth when #he waid she knew where Far. mer Brown's Boy was. She thought she would trick Ol Mistah Buzzard into telling her, In a few minutes down came Ol Mistah Buzzard, “Bowser the Hound ia wp in the old back pasture,” said “Right!” cried Old~Granny Fo But or say another word, Mistah Buzzard wouldn't | ee our new (w! so Old Granny ' Down, covers New Hair Test of early patients, whose wor patients who have tested oui You are im the right place. 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