Salt Lake Telegram | 1923-11-18 | Page 16 | Local News

1 So Peter hurried back along the dyke He stopped to look at the tho mighty gray sea You are a wicked old thing tiling he said You would flow in over the land hand You would flood our fields and destroy our homes and drown us ll hl it if you could Yes you are a wicked old sea Just then thon the boys boy's ear caught an unaccustomed sound It was only a tiny trickle trickle but Peters Peter's face tace grew white and his heart throbbed In terror as he ho lis us In an instant Peter was at atthe atthe the foot toot of the dyke His fears were true A tiny hole lole lob already In the dyke and the water sater from the sea sere came trickling through to the land Peter was only a tiny little old eight boy but he knew at ata ata a glance glauce what that little trickle recant meant Before ho he could run for help the tho leak would widen from a tiny o to a great torrent torrent which would sweep away the dyke and the tho sea would flood in over all tho the landAs land As quick as thought Peter thrust his arm into the dyke It was the tho only thing he could do Black grow grew the night The littIe little lit lit- tIe the boy could hear the tho grumbling roar of the mighty sea giant It seemed to laugh at him and say Bah You are such a puny weakling weak weak- ling hag and you think that your tiny arm can hold back the great ocean but bat you cannot stand against me inc Your arm will go to sloop sleep and you will cry like a baby for your mother and then I will come slip sUp ping in I l will wUl conquer conquer you and andaU andall all aU your people The land your father tather fought for shall be bo mine But tho the brave little Peter did not answer Instead Instead ho he crouched closer to the dyke dyko huddling his bOdy tody close so that the groat gray ay sea should not find even the tiniest spot to creep in Sometimes he called for help but who could hearth hear th the frightened cry of the little boy when the sea Ilea screamed so se wildly mildly Sometimes Peter sang Just to keep up his courage the tho old Dutch songs Bongs ot courage and bravery His little arm grew cold and stiff stitt and it seemed to Peter that his back must break with cramp and pain The hours of the black night dragged slowly on Maybe Peter cried for his mother Poor tired 1 frightened e-d e little boy Ho He dared not go to sleep for at the slightest slight est eat move moro the tho sea would win Back at his humble bumble straw thatched home the tho hours passed slowly too Th Thin The father had gone b back ck and forth from tram his home bome to the grandmothers grandmothers grandmother's grandmothers grandmother's grand grand- mothers mother's searching for his boyThe boy The neighbors joined in tho the search and Peters Peter's mother In her spotless spotless spot spot- less kitchen was on her knees pleading to the dear Father of us un usall usall all to bring her boy safely home The Fhe first morning light t crept over the land The father was coming sadly home He Ho hard to tel tell mother that their little littleboy littleboy boy could not bo be found round He ne thought that maybe the wind had haq swept his little boy into the cruel sea Suddenly from the searchers on ahead came a glad cry It Is Peter Peter- It Is Peter