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AM a f azan-sa-g-Eo-a-s-g-zo-Eo-scig . PIERCE r3? Qe-e-e-e-cz-czetae-a-e-e-c making at 1am nf Svkiz HE most important thing in making a pair of C'7skis is the kind of wood one uses. On ask- ing my father about it, I was told that ash and hickory are the best, and that yellow pine is often used. So, after procuring two pieces of well dried hickory, about seven feet long and four inches wide, I proceeded to thin them. In doing this I took special care to make the middle, where the foot rests, about an inch thicker, tapering to five- sixteenths of an inch at the ends. This I did with the aid of a drawshave, a plane, and some coarse sandpaper. Having steamed the front ends in a wash boiler nearly full of water, I bent them over a flywheel, which I had fastened to the floor for that purv pose. Then, tying the other ends to the floor with some strong cord, I left them there to dry out. Returning two days later, I found them prac- tically dry. Loosening the cords I saw they were bent better than I thought they would be. The only things still to be done were to put a groove into the bottom of each one, to keep them from sliding sidewise, and to fix a strap in the middle of each one for my feet. I was at a loss how to put the grooves in until my father told me to use the rabbit plane, a tool used by carpenters to gouge out moulding. With the aid of this plane I soon finished the grooves, which were to be not over a quarter of an inch deep. Then I found a few old straps in the shed. After fastening them onto the skis, I was ready for a trial. eALPHONSE KOHLER. 6le Ellimt 1mm of S71. Nirhnlaa HEN Christmas draws near, we often recall events which occurred during the holiday sea- sons of former years. They may have happened a few years ago or they may date back to our child- hood days, but there are always some incidents which have made such a deep impression on us that we can readily recall them. I was only a few years old when I accom- panied my parents, on the eve of St. Nicholas, to call on my grandparents. I had been told that t'St. Nicholas would come that evening to bring nuts and candy, and this filled me with eagerness for his arrival. I had seen pictures of him, and there was just one thing that made me feel uneasy ettSt. Nicholas carried a stick with him. How- ever, everybody assured me that he would not use it on me. My grandfather then told me of a plan to get all the nuts and candy ttSt. Nicholas would have in his bag. As soon as he would enter the room, my grandfather was to go up to him and hold him, while I should grab the bag of nuts and candy and run off with it. This plan seemed feas- ible, and I readily agreed to it. Other things drew my attention, and I had almost forgotten the expected visitor when a thumping in the kitchen announced the arrival of ttSt. Nicholas. As he entered the living room, where we had all gathered, my courage began to wane. This tall, strange man did not impress me as being one who would bring presents to children; besides, I noticed that he had an extremely long stick. My grandfather went up to him, but I refused to follow. Suddenly there was a short scuffle, and my grandfather was lying on the floor beside the bag of candy. My fear now changed to terror, and with a loud cry I ran to my par ents for protection, while St. Nicholas hurried away in the opposite direction. It was some time before I felt safe again, and the candy did not taste so good after all this trouble. After that, whenever St. Nicholas was mentioned, I doubted the kindness of this nocturnal visitor. -RAYM0ND FETTERER. 16927422934. .. . 35-3-99 s-soQ Page Thirty-three
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f x. ?39-3-3-3-3-3-3-3i33d61 ERCEEje-cacz-e-cz-cz-cae-a-e-ca-c hailing. My father was in the building; as he turned around he saw me still under the tree, which was now nearly stripped by the hail. He called me to come to the building, and this I did, leaving the horses stand alone. When I reached the building, puffing on account of run- ning and being scared, I was wet and bruised from the rain and hailstones. While talking to my father and complaining that those hours of culti- vating were for nothing, I happened to glance at the team, which was standing as quiet as lambs. Just as I glanced that way, a lightning bolt struck the tree, killed the horses and tore t0 splinters the wood on the cultivator. I, standing next to my father, turned white as a sheet. I was glad that I had heeded his call. ARNOLD KUENNEN. A 1mm in the 71515111: hills Do not know of anything so enjoyable and 4 salubrious as a visit to the Black Hills. Here God silently jested with Nature, and endowed it with the most lovable and picturesque forms that the human mind can imagine. They are called ttBlack Hills because they are covered with pine trees which look dark from a distance. Last summer my brother and I paid a visit to this scenic place. We reached Lead, our des- tination, in the morning. After breakfast we hired an Indian guide, and set out for the mouir tains with about three daysi provisions. When we were still in the outskirts of Lead we could already see the majestic peaks hold on high their lofty pinnacles.- Before we started to climb one of the mountains, we crossed a small river. The scenery here reminded me of the famous Hudson and the Catskills, which Irving so beautifully describes in his HRip Van Wily kle. Already the morning haze was beginning to rise as if the mighty hills were offering in- cense to their Omnipotent Creator. As we fol- lowed our guide through the hours of the day, we caught glimpses of one beautiful picture after another. At last we reached the summit of Harney Peak, the highest elevation of the Black Hills. Much of the view from the top of this peak, which projects about twenty-nine hundred feet above the lower plains, is hopelessly indescribable. Far away, cattle may be seen grazing on levels of green, while here and there distant dots in ruffled squares indicate the abodes of sturdy homestead- ers. Close by, all is quiet. The very songbirds seem to respect the solitude. Only an occasional eagle screams out a word of curiosity or defiance as he sails majestically across the projecting points and fathomless pits. The sharp eye may pos- sibly discern a remnant flock of mountain sheep quickly and quietly steal to cover among the in- tricate recesses of crumbling preeipiees. Magnificent ruins of a great silent city seem delicately painted in all shades imaginable. Spires, domes, and towers decorate gorgeous edi- fices, the art of which was little dreamed of by the architects and painters of old. At first comes a feeling of the absurd or grotesque; but, study- ing more closely the meaning of every feature, the spirit of this wondrous handiwork of the Great Creator permeates the beholder, and Vistas of unique loveliness materialize. One leaves this beautiful place with as much reluctance 11s a little boy 01' girl leaves vaca- tion days behind, and responds to the first call of the school bell when the new term is com- mencing. That evening in camp, when all nature had gone to rest and darkness had softly and silently enfolded the monster hills, our Indian guide told us stories. He told us that these hills had once been the playground, hunting ground, and home of his ancestors. He told us of how the white man had dispossessed them of their paradise. He talked in such a pathetic tone that I felt pity for the Indians, and a bitter guilt for my progenitors who had robbed them. Three days later we were again in Lead, wait- ing for an eastbound train. We had indeed vis- ited the fairyland 0f the middle west. I shall ever cherish the happy memory of that excursion trip, and I would advise the people of the great central west not only to say, tt See America First, but to make it more specific and say, HSee the Black Hills First. wHENRY KOLBECK. Qag- ese-e-eee- .G. G Page Thirty-two
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