NORTHERN LIGHT
Published monthly by the Unalaklect
Eskimo School |d—
Unalakleet Alaska
E E Van Ness.Editor
Guerie A. Benson Business Manager
One Dollar per year
EDITORIAL
The following story founded upon
an event that occured some years ago
illustrates the
BETTER WAY”
Once upon a time a farmer sold a
good sound horse to a neighbor for
a stipulated sum of money, whi h
was paid when the transfer was
made,the balance to be paid in corn.
Soon after the horse was taken to
its new home.it sickened and died.
Without reason, the purchaser was
much angered at the turn of events,
and later called on the original own
er, who was an honest farmer in
straitened circumstances.
“John,” cried the irfurated maxi
“that miserable horse you sold me
is dead and I believe you knew its
condition a!id for that reason you
sold it to me.”
“Why Mr. Turner, the horse was
never sick a day while I owned him.
I am surprised and sorry also. I hope
you do not”—
“Oh don’t begin talking Sunday
school chatter. Business is business
with, me, and for that reason I came
to tell you I’ll never pay the balance.
I’m out $ 60 cash as it is and I think
that is enough. ’ ’
“Now Mr. Turner, I believe the
ho se was in perfect condition. I
also believe I could collect the debt.
“Ha! ha! ha! John, you nee’cu t
tliiiik you can scare me with law
talk either. I believe I am Letter
able to stand a suit than you are,
even if I lost the case. So just fire
away. I just came to tell you that
the horse is dead and the corn will
not be paid by me.”
‘‘Just wait a minute Mr. Turner.
‘ ‘No I have no time to talk tomy-rot.v
But persisted the poor farmer.
‘‘I don’t like to have you go feeling
that way towards me. I am sorry
the horse died. I cant say I can well
afford to lose the corn. But if you
believe I o ght not to be paid we
will let it drop . One thing is certain
we as neighbors, can not afford to
quarrel. ’ ’ Ly this time the angry man
was on his way down the path. He
had heard it all but did not turn.
Thru the gate he passed, but for
some reason he (lid not close it with
a bang as anger is wont to do. He
carefully latched it and passed out
into the ro id. Here lie stopped,looked
down, pntte 1 the soft earth with
his foot, tame ! towards the little
home, and saw John busily cutting
the scanty grass. “Say John,'’lean
ing over ti e fence as he spoke, “i
have made a fool of my self but did
not know it until I had taken a look
at a ‘real man.’ Ho.v many bushels
do I owe you any way? " Forty
bushels I believe but as the horse
died we will make it twenty if you are
satisfied.” “I’m here to tell you
I am not satisfied. We will make
it sixty; twenty bushels extra, ten
bushels because I made a goose
of my self,and another ten bushels
for the‘real man’in you.” “But,”
“Nobutting about it I’ll send it right
over.”
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