Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. január-június (26. évfolyam, 1-25. szám)
1943-04-29 / 17. szám
Page 8 Verhovayak Lapja April 29, 1943 Kl AO A TRIP TO THE NORTH COUNTRY (Continued from March 25th Issue) Elsa helped Mother set the table for the evening meal. They thoroughly enjoyed the warm food. After the last morsel was eaten, Elsa helped Mother with the dishes, while Jed and Kiao brought in wood for the fire. Then Joe led the men to another cabin, where . they spent the night. Mother and the children Were comfortable in Joe’s cabin. Although the beds , were crude, there were plenty of covers and they were warm. They slept soundly and awakened early next morning, eager to meet the Indian children. But tihey were disappointed When they learned the Children had to attend the government school. “You may visit with us in School,” said Amy Thunderbird, a shy Indian girl of twelve. f "Thank you!” Kiao said, happily. i' George, Amy’s brother, Joined them and they made their way to the small school house. The school room was warm, and comfortable for the teacher kept a fire .going in the stove that stood in the center of the room. ! f Pierre Rochelle, a twentytwo year old French-Indian, Was the young man in charge of the class. He had dark piercing eyes and a smile played about his Sensitive lips. He welcomed the visitors and seated them near Amy and George. Jed, Elsa and Kiao listened intently to the recitations of the children. Their lessons were very much like their own. The Indian Children pored over sums, read poetry and discussed various historical events. “A band of brave men opened the northwest passage along the northern coasts of America from the Atlantic to the Pacific coast,” Pierre said, softly. Kiao listened eagerly to the words of the teacher. He enjoyed the lessons immensely. The morning passed too quickly for the visitors. There was a short lunch period, and then the children returned to the school room. Kiao studied the Indian i pictographs on the blackboard. His curiosity was aroused. ‘‘What do they mean, Pierre?” he asked the youthful teacher. “They represent ideas, and are the earliest form of writing,” the teacher explained, in his soft voice. They tell the story of an Indian boy who lived a long time ago. His name was Chechinquamin — which means a small chestnut tree.” “Tell us the story, please!” Kiao exclaimed. “Chechinquamin's father taught him how to shoot a bow and arrow, and where to fish for the best catch. One day the boy went deep VICTORY The Air Corps fly over the world, The Navy sails over the sea, The Army goes over the ocean To bring back the peace to me. --------------V-------------PLAYING HORSE Out in the garden one sweet summer day, Two little folks had a nice time at play, Tom was the driver and Nellie of course te'ent prancing about like the very best horse. e £ iw Nell is a woman, and Tom is a man, d they know all the pleasures that grown people can; t often they think that no time is so gay when Nellie played horse on that sweet summer day. Sent in by MARY ETHEL CSIKÓS, Br. 91, Akron, Ohio. into the forest. When he returned to the lodge, he told of many thrilling adventures be encountered in the woods. He had met a grizzly bear that could talk, and that told him many wonderful forest secrets. But when his father asked him what the secrets were, Chechinquamin could not remember what the grizzly had said. The boy showed his father where he had met the talking bear, but the animal could not be found.” “ ‘You must learn to remember the important things you hear, so that when you need certain knowledge you will have it’, the Indian said to his son.” “And that is what we must learn to do,” Pierre told the children. “Learn all our lessons well, so we will have them when we need them.” The afternoon passed quickly for Elsa, Jed and Kiao. “Good-bye, Pierre,” Jed said, when lessons were over. “You are welcome to visit us in class whenever you come to the north country,” the French-Indian said in a soft, modulated voice. “Thank you!” Elsa said. “I enjoyed the lessons very much,” Kiao said. Reluctantly they left the warm school after class was dismissed. For a few moments they loitered outside the school house and talked with the Indian children. Then they made their way slowly to Joe’s cabin. Their holiday was almost over, and they wanted to hold on to every minute of their stay in the north country as long as possible. The sun reached the western horizon. The wind rose and blew wildly, but inside the cabins all was warm and cozy. Early next morning Mr. Barbour and Pete and Mike, his man, piled the furs, which had been purchased from the Indians, in the canoes. “Good-bye, Joe!” the children said to the old Indian, and got into the canoe. Mother covered their knees with blankets. Father worked the oars and they moved down the river. Pete and Mike followed in the fur-loaded boats. They reached the MARIE KATHRYN HANCZ Marie (To Baby Marie Hancz) Two eyes of softest blue; A smile so sweet and true; A little button nose; Lips lovely as a rose; A dimple in your chin Reveals the joy within; Cheeks — twin budding flowers — Sun-kissed in dawn hours; Two soft pink baby hands Make doll pies in the sands; Tiny feet that patter Softly; O! what matter The rain beyond the pane? Your smile comes through again! Note: Marie Kathryn is the daughter of Mrs. Irene Hancz and the granddaughter of Mr. and Mrs Joseph Sary, 1027 W. Dubaü Ave., South Bend, Indiana Marie Kathryn is a member of Br. 132, holding an H-J $500 and a 25c term certificates; while her mother is a member of Br. 434. The grandparents, also, are members of Br. 132. SEZ JOE CSIKÓS (I write them as I hear them) “So you complain of finding sand in your soup?” “Yes, sir.” “Did you join the army to serve it or complain?” “To serve it, not to eat it, sir.” * * * Eight and one, Ten minus one, Eight and four, subtract three, They all make nine, Arithmetic still no pleasure. * * * COULD BE Teacher; What’s a Grecian urn? Ethelbert: That all depends on what he does. * * * ACK — ACK Mrs. X: So your husband is one of the big guns of industry? Mrs. T: Yes, he’s been fired ten times! * * * First Man to Second Man, who is wetting his fingers and ’ leafing through his money: Hey! don’t you know money is full of germs? Second Man: Oh, no germ could live on my salary! JOE CSIKÓS, Br. 91,Akron, Ohio BE lOO^g WITH YOUR where the car and truck had been left. The men placed the furs in the truck and drove on. Father and Mother and the children followed in the old car. The children huddled close to keep warm. They were glad when they sighted the Blue Star. Once on board the ship, the children kept to the captain’s quarters, glad the portage was nearly over. They were cold and hungry and tired. They ate a warm meal si'^tly, each wrapped in his own thoughts. Suddenly Kiao spoke, “We had a three day holiday from school — and yet we place attended school after all.” “What do you mean, Kiao?’” Jed asked. “We were in school yesterday ■— in the government school for Indian children.” “Did you like the lessons?” Mother asked. “Yes!” Kiao answered. “Pierre is a fine storyteller!” “He asked us to visit his class again,” Elsa said. “May we, Father?” “Well!” Father laughed. “Planning on your next excuxsion, and we are still on this journey!” Nevertheless, the children talked about their next trip to the north country. (The End) (Iliid mi's Page Conducted by AMELIA NYERS
