With the help of the wash-tub, an old chair, Julius Caesar's back, and much scrambling, Jericho Bob was boosted on top of the car. The turkey was stalking solemnly up and down the roof with tail and wings half spread.
"I've got yer now," Jericho Bob said, creeping softly after him. "I've got yer now, sure," he was just repeating, when, with a deafening roar the express-train for New York came tearing down the road.
For what possible reason it slowed up on approaching the freight-car nobody ever knew; but the fact remains that it did, just as Jericho Bob laid his wicked black, paw on the turkey's tail.
The turkey shrieked, spread his wings, shook the small black boy's grasp from his tail, and with a mighty swoop alighted on the roof of the very last car as it passed; and in a moment more Jericho Bob's Thanksgiving dinner had vanished, like a beautiful dream, down the road!
Jerusalem Artie's Christmas Dinner[1]
Jerusalem Artie sat on the doorstep of
- ↑ By Julia Darrow Cowles, in St. Nicholas. By permission of the publishers.
