v.26, no.7 (Dec. 23, 1916) pg.7

• Main Author: Devils Lake (N.D.)
• Format: Text
• Language: English
• Published: North Dakota School for the Deaf Library 1916
• Subjects: Education; Politics & Government; Deaf > Periodicals; Newsletters; United States; North Dakota; Ramsey County (N.D.); Devils Lake (N.D.); Devils Lake; caribou; Lapland
• Online Access: http://cdm16921.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16921coll12/id/6699

Newsletter of the North Dakota School for the Deaf. THE NORTH DAKOTA BANNER 7 For the Young Folks. Eyes Everywhere. A little girl had a nickel. It was her first piece of money and she was very happy. She slept. She dreamed. A fairy visited her. The fairy said, “Hide your monov. Hide it where no one can lind it. Hide it where no one can see it. Then dance around it three times. Then you will have your wish.” The little girl awoke. She tried to obey the fairy. She looked for a safe place to hide the money. She went to the woods. The birds and squirrels saw her. She looked again. The mice and insects saw her. She dug in the ground. The worms saw her. Something always watched her. Eyes were everywhere. She could find no good place. She did pot hide the. nickel. She did not dance around it. She did not make her wish. A i e you sorry for her? Where would you have hidden it? Can you find a place where no eye can see you?—SV-teefed. How The Indians Hunt The Reindeer. The Dog-rib Indians use a curious method of hunting the reindeer, or caribou, as the American variety is call­ed. The hunters go iu pairs, the fore­most man carrying in one hand the horns and skin of the head of a deer, in the other a bundle of twigs. His comrade follows, holding the guns of both in a level position, so that the muzzles project under the arms of the one ahead. They approach a herd of reindeer by degrees, imitating the tread of the animals. If any of the herd look at the strange object approaching, they stop, and the one with the head and horns begins to rub them against the twigs, and bend them back like a deer licking its shoulders, and by other move­ments copies the gestures of the ani­mals. In this way the hunters get close to the herd without alarming them. The man behind them pushes his com­rade’s gun forward, the head is dropped, and the two men lire together.—Fret and Winy*. The Reindeer In Lapland. The reindeer is found in its wild state in the northern parts of Europe. Asia, and America. In Lapland it has been tamed, and there it takes the place of the horse, the cow, the sheep, and the goat, for none of these animals could live in that cold land, where the sun does not rise for months. The reindeer is able to live upon the lichen, a plant which grows in those otherwise barren regions. Although this lichen may he deeply covered with snow, the animal will gruh for it with its snout, as it prefers it to any sort of dry food. The uses to which the Laplanders put the reindeer are very many. It draws the sledge, laden with heavy burdens, over the frozen snow, swifter than any horse could gallop. The people live largely on its milk; the flesh is good to eat; the fat is used for lighting the houses during the long winter night; the skin makes warm beds and clothing; the sinews', cords and harness; and the horns and bones are formed into spoons, cups, and other useful articles.—Feet and Wlrnju. Jim Crow’s Mistake. “Billy, did you notice where I put my spectacles ?” said Grandfather Brown as he looked around the sitting-room. “I’m just sure I left them on the table.” “No, grandpa,” answered the little boy: "I have not seen them, but I'll help you hunt for them.” They searched the room thoroughly and then the entire house, the porch, and finally looked about the yard, but could not find the lost glasses. “Caw! Caw!” came the shrill voice of Jim Crow. Billy turned around in time to see his pet crow come from under the corner of the house. Jim Crow was a beautiful bird, and Grandpa Brown had brought him from the sunny Southland to his little grand­son, Billy, for a birthday present when Billy was five years old and the crow was a tiny little baby bird. But Billy cared for him so well that the bird .was glad ho had been transported from the South to a little colder climate; and now he was a very strong bird of three years, and his black feathers glistened in the sunshine when he would spread his shapely wings and sail over the farm, returning with bits of things which he stored under the house. Billy often laughed at his little pet’s possessions. A few mornings after grandfather's glasses disappeared, grandmother gaze-1 at her workbasket with a perplexed look on her sweet old face. “Billy” she said softly “have you seen grandmother's silver thimble? 1 had it here in this basket when I went to answer the telephone.” “No. grandmother,” answered Billy : “I have not seen it. Maybe you drop­ped it on the floor when you got up." But a good search did not reveal the thimble; it, like the glasses, had disap­peared in a mysterious way. As time passed every few days some­thing would disappear, and nobody could account for it. Grandpa would look at grandma, and then both would look at Billy; but neither of them saida word. Billy began to feel uneasy. He had been there for a month, and it was nearly lime for his return home; but he felt like his grand­parents suspected him of misplacing their things and he was distressed over it and had spent hours trying to find the lost articles. On the last day of his visit he went into the sitting room just in time to catch Jim Crow hopping out of the win­dow, aud he noticed a slender white, flat, tape slipping over the window sill. Examining the tape, he saw that it was coming from grandmother's work-basket, and sticking his head out of the window, Billy saw Jim Crow disappear under the house. Calling his grandparents to his side, they watched the tape slip through the window and over the grass until it too went under the. house. “Ah, ha!” said grandpa. “Jim Crow has made a mistake and been caught. There’s the fellow, 1 Suspect, who has been taking the things that disappeared lately.” And sure enough, it was; for Billy a little later crawled from under the house with a number of little articles that had been hidden there by his pet. “And grandpa,” said Billy, laughing as he returned the glasses, “we might never have known what became of the lost things if it hnd'nt. been for that mistake Jim Crow made.” “No” answered grandpa, "we would not; but. a thief, whether he's a bird or man, will some day make a mistake that, leads to discovery.”—The Ken-tacky Standard.