Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. július-december (26. évfolyam, 26-53. szám)

1943-12-30 / 53. szám

Page 6 Verhovay Journal December 30, 1943 The Hermit’s Christmas Gift By EMMA JENE EVANS High on a snow covered moun­tain' top, somewhere in Alaska, was an old one room cabin, shacks are miles apart, they knew that they had better ask for shelter before the cold night where Puer, a hermit lived for many years alone. As our story opens it is De­cember 23rd, early morning, and Puer goes about his regular chor­es bringing in firewood, killing wild game for his meals, etc. But now on this early morning Puer hurries out to his little barn and awakens “Butterfly,” his mule, and together they set out, down the side of the moun­tain where only the trees grew. On they rode until they reached a beautiful wood. Here old Puer cut several trees and certain branches, tied them onto the cart, and after he had cut him­self a large enough load he and “Butterfly” set out again to travel the road back to their shack. Wearily they climbed on, for the sun was now shining more brightly, and the snow was beginning to melt. Puer would go down the side of the mountain for this particular wood every few days, because it was very good for carving, and Puer was very fond of carving. Already he had carved all sorts of animals, famous kings of long ago. and anything else that had caught his fancy. He even had carved a miniature store and farm that was complete with all of the fixtures. He was rushing particularly on his latest, which was Santa ClaUs and his rain­­deer, and today he would go . home and finish his last rein­deer. As he carved, the hermit looked out of the window and watched the fleecy snow fall fast and cover the trees as though God had been thinking of them too. and had covered a blanket over his charges. At the foot of the mountain too the snow was falling fast and gave a sleepy look to the small village of Birchville which nestled there. All of the inhabi­tants of Birchville were just poor, common people who had to work hard for anything that they had acquired. Near the edge of the village Jived the Rogers, who on this December morning were jusi awakening. Mrs. Rogers hur­ried into the kitchen to prepare brea! fast for her charges. John­ny and Jill ran to the window to look out at the freshly snow that had fallen during the night. Johnny was a little fellow of nine, while Jill was just seven. Alter breakfast they were to go up on the mountains with their father in search of a beautiful Christmas tree. Off they started, with axe in hand, and eager hearts, for the search of a tree that would be worthy enough to grace their room on this happy day. Johnny and Jill, anxious to help in the search, wandered off, and after looking for quite some time, they became lost and then looked for their father; but, he was nowhere in sight. They call­ed to him time and again, and then began climbing on, now in search of not only a tree but their father, too. On they climbed till nearing the top of the moun­tain they spied Puer’s cabin. The two children hesitated a moment before going to the door and knocking, but in the mountains where it gets dark quickly, and winds began to blow. Up they walked to the shack, and as though it had been a friend’s home, Johnny knocked, and then awaited an answer to his knock. Puer was surprised to hear a knock at his door because he was unaccustomed to visitors and laying his work aside he hurried to the door. He opened the door and there stood the two children, locking frankly at him as he opened the door wider and told them to come in. The children were amazed to see the beauti­fully carved figures of Puer’s work, and gazed in wonder while Puer busied himself making hot tea and asking them questions about themselves. It was get­ting darker and the snow fell faster when the children again looked out of the window and startled that they could have for­gotten about their home for even such a short space of time; asked Puer if he could take them home before their parents worried too much about them. After a few moments of silence, he took his eyes away from the window where he had been watching the bitter wind blow and the snow fall fast.. He turned away and hurried to the barn where he fastened the sleigh to “Butter­fly,” as he began walking back toward the house, he saw the snow fall faster and faster, he looked down the mountain side and noticed how difficult it would be to try to go down there tonight. He returned to the cabin to find the children amus­ing themselves with some of his carvings, Johnny had selected a fully dressed pirate complete with sword and all; while Jill clung close to a beautifully con­­structured princess of long ago. He allowed them to keep the pirate and princess as special Christmas gift from him. Meanwhile, down at the foot of the mountain in the Roger’s home, their broken hearted moth­er imagined all sorts of things that might have happened to them. She impatiently awaited word from the villagers, who with her husband, had volun­teered to search for the missing children. Back up on the mountain top, the old hermit saw that it was impossible to use a mule or sleigh to get to the bottom of the moun­tain. He thought for a few mi­nutes, perhaps he could let the children stay at the cabin over­night and the morning may be warmer and light any way; but, then it was Christmas eve, to­morrow would be Christmas, their parents would be very wor­ried. After making his decision, the three set forth down the side of the mountain on foot under the guidance of old Puer. They skid here and there and once Jill almost fell into a snow bank; but, the stronghands of old Puer held her safely. They continued on down; the cruel wind fiercely blew, the snow fell faster than ever, but, they clung close to Puer and soon reached the bottom safely. Reaching the bottom the three, half frozen, hurried toward the Roger’s home. When they reach­ed the gate they called for their parents. Mrs. Rogers flung open the door and rushed up to them, and throwing her arms around them, she called to her husband who had just returned from the unsuccessful search. Johnny and Jill told the story of how old Puer had invited them in out of the cold; cared for them, re­turned them safely home, and also gave them the pirate and princess. The Rogers’ were very grateful to old Puer; they became great friends. He stayed with them that evening, and together they decorated the tree and ate cakes and cookies. Early morning found Puer up and dressed be­fore daybreak. The Rogers’ gave him a large basket filled with cafccs, cookies and sandwiches. He promised to come down and visit them soon and often after that. Ascending the mountain he found last night’s footprints had disappeared under the freshly fallen snew; but, he trod up the mountain in the deep snow. In his heart was a warm feeling, for he felt he had done some­thing of value to someone; al­though he risked his life to come down in that -terrible snow storm last evening. In thanks to him God placed^ over his head up in the sky a star that safely guided him to the top; then stopped and shown over his cabin all Christ­mas day. What a wonderful gift thought the old hermit as he reached the top and hurried to the barn where “Butterfly” was still sleeping. Puer fell asleep dreaming of the fine Christmas gift he had given and received. ^ ------------v---------— MAIL BOX Westover Field, Mass. Nov. 16, 1943 Verhovay F. I. Association 345 Fourth Ave. Pittsburgh, Penna-DEAR SIRS: Your book of Correspondence 'Old Dictionary of Hungarian- English language was received with the greatest pleasure and appreciation. The book is a great aid in my correspondence with Mother and Dad, in Hungarian. It brings us closer to one another, es­pecially, since I’m stationed so far away from home. My parents were pleasantly surprised, as well as proud, to receive my first letter written in Hungarian. It is wonderful to feel that some one is taking an interest preserving the Hungarian lan­guage by distributing these books among the men and women in the Service of the U. S. A. In closing, I wish to extend my sincerest thanks to those who remembered. Gratefully IRENE RAGO, Sgt. Air Corp. OF COURSE if YOUR LIFE has NO VALUE \ then YOU SHOULD NEVER try to INCREASE YOUR INSURANCE Says JOE CSIKÓS -Hello, my five (perdon me, four) readers. 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