“DREAMING OF HOME.”

Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 964, 28 July 1877, Page 3

“DREAMING OF HOME.”

The other forenoon a Canadian Indian lugged a back-load of baskets around until tired out, and then he sat down on Randolph street, back to the wall, and went to sleep. His legs stuck out straight before him, the sun beam' d into his face, and he paid no heed to the tread of feet around him There was a gang of idlers at the corner, and they naturally wondered how they could have some fun with the red man. Hunting up ten or lifteen cobble-stones, they distributed them in the baskets until at least one hundred and fifty pounds had been added to the sleeper’s load. That was fun as far as it went, but it was not enough. A saloonkeeper was out washing his windows with a hose, and the boys managed it so that he had to go in and leave his work. Then one of them picked up the pipe, turned the full stream on Lo’s head, and the effect was all that could have been asked for. The red man must have imagined that the Falls of St Anthony had been turned loose to run down his back. Uttering a wild shriek, he sprang up, fell down, and then rolled sideways off the curb. The extra weight of the stones broke the bark strap with which the L ad was tied, and off came the baskets. The boys had disappeared, the water was shut off, and just what struck him the Indian could not find out. He shook the water off his hair ti rted i off his old wool hat, and by-and by picked up his load. The weight astoni hed him, and when he <bscov red a rock in each basket his amazement was intense. His jaw fell, a cheap look crossed his face, and as he heaved out the stones he growled: • Injun brought ’em stones six miles and didn’t know it 1 Injun good deal of drunk or else big fool!’