1884 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTUEE, 



847 



his honor to do what is right. May God 

 help us to love him more, and love " our 

 neighbors '■ more. 



Give, and it shall be given unto you; good mea- 

 sure, pressed down, and shaken together, and run- 

 ning over, tShall men give into your bosom. For 

 with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall 

 be measured to you again.— Luke, 6: 38. 



MAX, THE GERMAN BAKER-BOY. 



THE BOY WHO WANTED WORK. 



6 AST April, Miss Clara Barton, the President of 

 the American Red-Cross Society, chartered 

 ' a steamer at St. Louis and loaded it with hay, 

 oats, cnrn, meat, coffee, clothing, and medi- 

 cine, and went down the Mississippi to give 

 aid to the flood-sufferers; and as she is an old friend 

 of mine she kindly invited me to accompany her, 

 which I did. At Vicksburg a young German boy 

 about si.xteen years old came on board the Mattie 

 Belle, and begged a passage to some point where he 

 might find work. Miss Barton took him, and in 

 three weeks' time changed him from a shabby, fur- 

 tive-looking, dull boy, into a bright, active, open- 

 faced lad who was good to look at. Ma.\ was a bak- 

 er by trade, but had been out of work for some 

 time, and he was, of course, out of money. He had 

 been only nine months in this country, and his 

 clothes were the same that he brought from the fa- 

 therland, and when I first saw him he had a down- 

 cast look, as if he had been abused, and e.vpected to 

 be again. He had long hair, and a little down here 

 and there on his face, and he wore large white linen 

 collars, turned back in sailor style; and he sat all 

 day looking out on the muddy waters of the Missis- 

 sippi, not speaking to anyone unless spoken to. 

 He ate at the captain's table, and tried to eat as lit- 

 tle, and take up as little room as possible. 



The ne.\t morning we were unpacking bo.xes of 

 clothing, and Miss Barton went to Max and asked 

 him to help; and you should have seen him smile 

 and go at the work. He was strong, and he lifted 

 barrels and boxes as if it were child's play. He 

 opened and nailed boxes, he put up packages of 

 tea, coffee, and sugar; he folded aud packed away 

 clothing as neatly as any lady on the boat could do 

 it, and he was never tired; and he was so willing 

 that he soon became a favorite with every one on 

 board; and it was Max here, and Max there, and 

 Max everywhere. He looked for work in every 

 city where we stopped, but found it not; and on his 

 return to the boat we always greeted him with a 

 smile, and set him to work. He had his hair cut in 

 lawn-mower style, and shaved the down off his face. 

 He had a new business suit that fitted him well, and 

 he wore standing collars, and he held up his head, 

 and looked every one frankly in the face, and 

 Hiniled. Miss Barton says that kindness never hurt 

 any one yet, and I know it was the making of Max. 

 Vermont, HI. M.vhal.\ B. Chaduock. 



Why, Mrs. C, you haven't told us where 

 Max is now, nor what became of him. It 

 seems to me you chopped oft" your story in 

 the wrong place. If you don't know what 

 became of him, why didn't you tell us that ? 

 I believe it; is characteristic of tlie German 

 people, that they go to work in just the way 

 you say Max did. We have quite a number 

 here who came to work for us just as tltey 

 landed from Germany, not being able to talk 



English ; and that clever way in which they 

 take hold of whatever is to be done, combin- 

 ing strengtli witli care and pains, has often 

 surprised me. It seems a sad thing, that 

 sucii should be without a place to work when 

 there are so many others who have compara- 

 tively good places wlio do not half improve 

 their opporttuiities. May God bless you, 

 dear ]Max, wlierever you are, and every' one 

 of that class of your countrymen of which 

 you are a type. From what I have seen of 

 those right from the fatherland, I am much 

 inclined to think that I should dearly love 

 Germany. The careful training tliey give 

 their children, in making themselvesuseful 

 in all the little duties of life, is truly com- 

 mendable, and I feel sad. sometimes, to 

 think how much our America is behind and 

 lacking in this very respect. 



WHAT DO THE WINDS SAY ? 



SOMETHING FHOM OLD BOREAS AND THE I{EST Of 

 THEM. 



O you hear them this autumn':' The wild winds 

 tell us strange tales as they come sweeping 

 past us, of things more wonderful than' any 

 fairy - stories ever invented. Listen to the 

 cold north wind as ho comes blustering by. 

 " I come," he says, " from the icy North; there is 

 my home. Amid eternal snows have I built my pal- 

 ace of ice, carved by the frost-spirits in the most 

 beautiful manner. The northern lights play around 

 it, illuminating it with an unearthly radiance. Nei- 

 ther sun nor moon ever shines upon it. Only the 

 pale fitful gleams of the aurora borealis hover over 

 it. There I live with my beautiful bride, the Snow 

 Queen. But often I leave my icicle palace, and vis- 

 it distant climes, where, I am sorry to say, I am a 

 most unwelcome visitor; for I spread desolation 

 wherever I happen to go, freezing the lakes aud riv- 

 ers, chilling the flowers so that they droop and die, 

 and doing, I am afraid, more harm than good. No 

 mortal man ever saw my home, aud those who have 

 endeavored to reach it ha\'e perished in the at- 

 tempt." 



So si)eaks the north wind. Now listen to the west 

 wind. He, too, is sharp and chilling, but he is not 

 so rough and cold as the north wind. 



" From the far West, the home of th^^ red man, T 

 come; from the blue Pacific, from the Kocky Moun- 

 tains, and the vast prairies of the West. Often do I 

 hear the war-whoop of the Indian, and bear the 

 smoke of his camp-fire uj) to the clouds. I lead a 

 wild, free life. I would not live with the north wind 

 in his gloomy icicle home; no, not L" ' 



And with these words he is gone. And then the 

 mild east wind floats by, bearing tales of the fair 

 lands fi-om which it comes. It has crossed the wide 

 ocean, and traveled far over land and sea, to tell us 

 of the sunny skies and soft air of its lo\ely home 

 in the far -famed East. It hjis visited the sandy 

 deserts of Africa and Arabia; it has seen the place 

 where the Savior lived and died; it has traveled 

 over densely populous Europe, and passed over the 

 lofty domes and glittering crescents of the Moham- 

 medan mosiiues. Many and strange are the tales it. 

 tells, if we will only listen to them. 



Next comes the soft south wind, from the land of 

 unending summers and evei'-blooming flowers, the 

 luxurious South. He lingered longthere; and when 



