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There were the cakes and puddings made by the Pilgrim mothers. And it is said that the Indians brought a large basket of popcorn which they poured on the table just as the meal began.
In this way the Pilgrims pa.s.sed their first Thanksgiving Day in America.
--MARIAN M. GEORGE.
THANKSGIVING DAY
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood, Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play; Here the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood, Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground, Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the wood, And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go Extremely slow, It is so hard to wait!
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Over the river and through the wood, Now grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
--LYDIA MARIA CHILD.
THE SNOW BABY
I.
freeze s.h.a.ggy Eskimos cliffs noisy icebergs enormous hoofs
Hundreds and hundreds of miles away in the white frozen north, there is a wonderful land of snow and ice. There strange little yellow people, called Eskimos, live in snow houses, and dress in the skins of animals.
In summer, in this wonderful land, the sun never sets, but s.h.i.+nes all the time, day and night. Flowers spring up, and soft-eyed reindeer wander about cropping the short gra.s.s.
The ice breaks up and drifts out to sea. Great rivers of ice push forward into the water. Enormous icebergs break off from them and float away like white s.h.i.+ps.
The blue waves dance and sparkle in the sun. Singing brooks rush down the mountains. Thousands of noisy sea birds come to the rocky cliffs to lay their eggs.
Glossy seals swim in the water, and once in a while a s.h.a.ggy white bear goes running over the floating ice in search of seals.
The Eskimos, paddling swiftly through the water in their strange skin boats, hunt these animals for food and clothing.
In winter there is no suns.h.i.+ne at all in Eskimo land. For four long, long months it is dark all the time, just as it is here in the night.
The ground is covered deep with snow, and the poor deer must dig through it with their hoofs for gra.s.s and moss.
The sea is covered thick with ice, and the birds fly away. The cold is so terrible that the Eskimos would freeze to death were it not for their thick, warm fur coats.
II.
hooded blankets veranda bushy coffee sealskin September sugar
Here in this wonderful land there was found, one September day, a snow-white baby with big blue eyes.
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And such a funny little house it was where she was found. It was only one story high. The walls were more than a foot thick, and the outside was covered with heavy black paper. All around the house was a veranda.
Its walls were built of boxes of biscuit, sugar, coffee, and tea.
Inside the house, the little room where the baby lived was lined with soft warm blankets. There was a bright carpet on the floor and pictures on the walls.
All these things, like the boxes of food outside, came in the s.h.i.+p which brought the baby's father and mother to this strange country.
One window of the baby's room looked out upon a great river of ice.
From the other window you could see high red and brown mountains. And here was the sea in which strange-looking icebergs floated.
III.
August mittens trousers sleigh steamed northern language sledge
When the people of that land heard that there was a white baby in the small black house, they came hundreds of miles to see the little stranger.
They talked to the baby in their own queer language. They called her the Snow Baby, and they brought her presents of fur mittens and little sealskin boots.
After the sun went away the baby lived for days and weeks in a little room lined with blankets. A lamp was kept burning in the room all the time, both day and night.
One of the Eskimo women made a little suit of clothes for the baby, all out of furs. There were only two pieces in this suit. First there was a pair of little trousers and boots made together. Over this a hooded coat was worn.
When the sun returned, the Snow Baby was taken out of doors every day.
No matter how cold it was she had a sleigh ride on her little Eskimo sledge. You should have seen her team of dogs with their bright eyes, their sharp-pointed ears, and their big bushy tails.
For nearly a year the Snow Baby lived in this strange, northern home.
But one day in August a big black s.h.i.+p came up the bay. It was the same s.h.i.+p that had brought the Snow Baby's father and mother to the Snowland.