| Summary: | Newsletter of the North Dakota School for the Deaf. THK NORTH DAKOTA BANNER /p—** ** pj r1—| o/*>. r -tf- nm e/\ \x/ oung. .rI —"*! o.iI .k1.7.“ so. .— i*m5t The Norsemen. The first white men who came to this country were Norsemen. They were called Vikings. Their leader’s name was Lief Ericson. There is a statue of him in Boston. The Norsemen came from Norway to Greenland many years ago. Afterward they went to the coast of New England. They came in the autumn. They called the place, where they landed Vineland, because they found grapes there. We do not know just where it was. It might have been in Newport, Rhode Island. The Norsemen stayed all winter. They went home in the spring. Others came, but they did not stay long. They had trouble with the Indians. This happened before Columbus came to America.—The'Arkansas Optic. A Story About a Blacksmith. Once 1 visited a. blacksmith shop. The blacksmith was just getting ready to shoe a horse, so I was just in time to see him begin. First he took the old shoes off the horse, then he cleaned the foot and dressed it ready for a new shoe. He then lit the shoe to the foot. When he tries the new shoe on it and it doesn’t fit, be puts it back into the fire, lets it get red hot, then he bends it while it is hot to fit. the foot. Sometimes he has to cut off part of the shoe to make it fit. Before he puts it on, he puts it into a tub of water to cool it. The shoe is fastened to the foot by nails called horse shoe nails. These shoes last about four months. They are a great protection to the horse’s foot and most people are very careful about keeping their horses well shod. 1 he blacksmith told me many things about horses in his shop.—The IVestern Pennsylvauian. The Donkey and the Salt. A poor donkey, whose name was John, once had a very heavy load. It was a large bag of salt. Half the bag hung on one side of him and half on the other side. It was hard to carry and it made him warm and thirsty. When he came to a brook, he did not walk across the bridge hut he waded into the water. It wet his feet and cooled him nicely. John’s master did not want him to go that way. He wanted to keep the bags dry. You can guess why; for you all know wbat happens to salt when it is put into water. In the deepest part of the brook poor John fell. His master was angry because the bags were wet. But John was pleased, for when he came out of the water his load was much lighter. After awhile he came to another brook. He thought he would make the load still lighter, so he lay down in the water. When he came out, the salt melted away. tkNow,” said John, “L shall have an easy time, 1 ara a wise doukey.” The next day John’s master gave him a bag of sponges. It was Jight but John thought he would lie down in the water and make it lighter. Poor John! You know wThat happens to sponges when yon put them into water. His load was so heavy he could scarcely walk. The water ran from the sponges and made him cold. k‘Now,”said John ‘T think I am a very silly donkey. The next timo I come to a brook I shall cross it on the bridge.’’—Messen gei\ John James Audubon. John James Audubon was born in Louisiana in 1780. Wc honor him because he was a good friend of the birds. He painted many pictures of them and told us many things about their lives. When he was a small boy, he lived on a farm. He was fond of drawing. He drew well. His parents sent him to Paris to study art. His teacher was a very fine French artist. James painted in a studio, but he did not like to stay indoors. He wanted to be out of doors in the woods and fresh air. After awhile, he went home. He walked alone in the woods and became interested in the birds. Be loved their pretty bright feathers and th*ir sweet songs. He thought them very intelligent. He began to draw them and study their homes, food and habits. He loved them so much that he decided to write a book about them. He tramped through the woods for fifteen years, lie followed the birds and watched them. Many times he was wet, cold and hungry. There were many wild animals and Indians in the woods. They were not friendly to Audubon and they often tried to kill him. He painted over a thousand pictures of birds. He left them in a house in Philadelphia. While he was gone, the rats destroyed all those fine pictnres. When Audubon returned, he felt very sad and discouraged, but in a little while he began to paiDt more pictures. He worked very hard for four and, a half years. He had many beautiful pictures. Then he took them to Europe. They were published in a book. It was one of the finest books in the world. Many people prai.se him then. Now we study what he wrote about the birds. When he became an old man, he lived in Audubon Park on the bank* of the Hudson River. He died in 1851. His grave is in Trinity Cemetery, New York.—The New Mexico Progress. ' " s • Nannie wa3 a sheep. She lived in the back yard. She had a little lamb. One day the lamb put its head between two trees. It could not get out. Nannie stood near the gate and bleated. Walter heard her. He wondered what the matter was. He went up to Nannie. She turned around and ran off. She looked back and bleated. Walter followed her. He found the lamb between the trees. He pulled the trees apart. The lamb ran to its mother.— Canadian Mute.
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