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THE NORMAL RECORD. II see. Lee Gim's going to make 'em into soup. He eats it. Let's go over and make a bargain? We'll catch all the turtles he wants, fur dimes. Then we'll see who goes to the circus." "That's so," the rest exclaimed. "I know Where's a hole full of 'em!" exclaimed little Peter, as they swarmed down from the woodpile. "Sh—sh—sh! You're not to tell a livin' soul." Andrew shook little Peter. "I might tell ma." "No, you don't either," threatened Rufus. "If you're goin' to be a tattler, that lets you out of this game. You goin'to tell? Huh!" Peter began to cry. "Cry-y-y, baby, cry-y-y, stick your finger in your eye-e-e." "I never," snapped Peter, rushing on his tormentors with vigorous feet and grimy, clawing fingers. He stopped and wailed. "I want to go-o." "Well, but you're goin' to tall." "Aint, neither," sniffed Peter. "Not even ma?" "No-o-o." "Come on then," was Nikey's command, while Peter tearfully followed, alternately kicking the heels of the boys in front and throwing dust at their backs. So they arrived at the Freeman ranch and a bargain was struck wherein, for "free cint" a piece for the small ones and "sixie cint" apiece for the large ones they were to furnish Lee Gim with mud turtles. For a time business was flush and the market firm, while great visions of circus shone in the skies of anticipation, and Lee faithfully handed over the price agreed upon. In addition to the supply he had when Miss Swift found him he acquired a second barrel full and then a third. This thriving colony increased at such a rate that he even arranged to supply friends in Chinatown with what he considered a great delicacy. Lee provided his turtles with table scraps and they put on flesh and fat apace. Occasionally, one of the largest would be missing, while a sparkle in Gim's little pig eyes and a smacking of his lips attested to its succulent quality. The boys found the water holes well stocked with turtles. No matter how well they were cleared of their tenants one day the next day's catch was just as prolific a yield. They met often and jingled their nickles and dimes, and talked circus, planning how much they needed, though all the wnile doubtful as to their respective mothers' inclinations in that direction. But the money was what they were the most concerned about now. Like the day of reckoning, the rest was put aside till later. The time came when Lee Gim bore an uneasy, dissatisfied manner. His small, black eyes scanned the fences and bushes cautiously. He took occasion to be outside much of the time and would leave his work to stand in the door and gaze ruefully at his turtle barrels. Any inquiry was met with the remark: "O-lo-some boy, he heap big lie. Steal um me." The fact was that Lee had missed some of his livestock. Each morning found fewer in the barrels than there were the night before. That year the rains fell late and because the showers always came in the night, he failed to catch the thieves. When everybody was asleep and everything quiet, Lee would arise cautiously and go stealing out, clip, clap, clip, clap, in his Chinese shoes, not to return until he made a tour of the premises. Listening a moment here, hiding a moment there in the dark shadow, peeking out expectantly. Then rain drops would begin to fall and he would be driven to the shelter of the bunkhouse and his blankets. More turtles were always missing next morning, and what mystified Lee nearly as much, the barrels contained more water than they had the evening before. Nothing gave any clue. Not even foot prints in the mud lent a suspicion on which to build a conclusion. Thieves had plundered his barrels he knew. He shook his head, but remained watchful. Every method of detection failed. At last he tried tying a white string to one leg each of half a dozen turtles. Close up under the shells he tied the strings, where they would escape being seen, then he put two of his marked creatures in one barrel, two in another and two in the next. In the afternoon following the second stormy night the boys appeared bearing sacks and cans in which kicked and squabbled the products of their days labor. Lee Gim bought all with a sober face. He felt sure his detective efforts were to be rewarded and disregarded the few cents spent in the accomplishment of so exciting a purpose. After the boys departed he examined his purchases, and triumphantly found four white strings— each on the leg of its particular turtle. Lee
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. March 1905 |
Original Date | 1905-03 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1905 it was published nearly every month. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
Format | image/tiff |
Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1905_03_NormalRecord.012 |
Original Date | 1905-03 |
OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. II see. Lee Gim's going to make 'em into soup. He eats it. Let's go over and make a bargain? We'll catch all the turtles he wants, fur dimes. Then we'll see who goes to the circus." "That's so," the rest exclaimed. "I know Where's a hole full of 'em!" exclaimed little Peter, as they swarmed down from the woodpile. "Sh—sh—sh! You're not to tell a livin' soul." Andrew shook little Peter. "I might tell ma." "No, you don't either," threatened Rufus. "If you're goin' to be a tattler, that lets you out of this game. You goin'to tell? Huh!" Peter began to cry. "Cry-y-y, baby, cry-y-y, stick your finger in your eye-e-e." "I never," snapped Peter, rushing on his tormentors with vigorous feet and grimy, clawing fingers. He stopped and wailed. "I want to go-o." "Well, but you're goin' to tall." "Aint, neither," sniffed Peter. "Not even ma?" "No-o-o." "Come on then," was Nikey's command, while Peter tearfully followed, alternately kicking the heels of the boys in front and throwing dust at their backs. So they arrived at the Freeman ranch and a bargain was struck wherein, for "free cint" a piece for the small ones and "sixie cint" apiece for the large ones they were to furnish Lee Gim with mud turtles. For a time business was flush and the market firm, while great visions of circus shone in the skies of anticipation, and Lee faithfully handed over the price agreed upon. In addition to the supply he had when Miss Swift found him he acquired a second barrel full and then a third. This thriving colony increased at such a rate that he even arranged to supply friends in Chinatown with what he considered a great delicacy. Lee provided his turtles with table scraps and they put on flesh and fat apace. Occasionally, one of the largest would be missing, while a sparkle in Gim's little pig eyes and a smacking of his lips attested to its succulent quality. The boys found the water holes well stocked with turtles. No matter how well they were cleared of their tenants one day the next day's catch was just as prolific a yield. They met often and jingled their nickles and dimes, and talked circus, planning how much they needed, though all the wnile doubtful as to their respective mothers' inclinations in that direction. But the money was what they were the most concerned about now. Like the day of reckoning, the rest was put aside till later. The time came when Lee Gim bore an uneasy, dissatisfied manner. His small, black eyes scanned the fences and bushes cautiously. He took occasion to be outside much of the time and would leave his work to stand in the door and gaze ruefully at his turtle barrels. Any inquiry was met with the remark: "O-lo-some boy, he heap big lie. Steal um me." The fact was that Lee had missed some of his livestock. Each morning found fewer in the barrels than there were the night before. That year the rains fell late and because the showers always came in the night, he failed to catch the thieves. When everybody was asleep and everything quiet, Lee would arise cautiously and go stealing out, clip, clap, clip, clap, in his Chinese shoes, not to return until he made a tour of the premises. Listening a moment here, hiding a moment there in the dark shadow, peeking out expectantly. Then rain drops would begin to fall and he would be driven to the shelter of the bunkhouse and his blankets. More turtles were always missing next morning, and what mystified Lee nearly as much, the barrels contained more water than they had the evening before. Nothing gave any clue. Not even foot prints in the mud lent a suspicion on which to build a conclusion. Thieves had plundered his barrels he knew. He shook his head, but remained watchful. Every method of detection failed. At last he tried tying a white string to one leg each of half a dozen turtles. Close up under the shells he tied the strings, where they would escape being seen, then he put two of his marked creatures in one barrel, two in another and two in the next. In the afternoon following the second stormy night the boys appeared bearing sacks and cans in which kicked and squabbled the products of their days labor. Lee Gim bought all with a sober face. He felt sure his detective efforts were to be rewarded and disregarded the few cents spent in the accomplishment of so exciting a purpose. After the boys departed he examined his purchases, and triumphantly found four white strings— each on the leg of its particular turtle. Lee |