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Show Nicodemus - A Thanksgiving Story man. And as he drew near, Humility stepped forward. "It is the Governor's wish that there be no sad hearts today. He was touched by the u jinn .mum. UK.i3MmiMMmms story which you told him yesterday and he sends Nicodemus back to you." Humility took the big bird in her arms. Nicodemus flapped his one good wing and Humility said to the man, "Tell the good, kind Governor that this is truly a day of Thanksgiving for Nicodemus and me." Little Humility Merton sat by the roadside in the soft November sunshine. She had started from home - oh, so early and now she was tired and hungry. But there was no turning back for that little Puritan maiden until she had done what she set out to do that morning. "I must hurry!" Humility said to herself. "It may be too late. Oh, poor Nicodemus. If only someone would chance by." And two tears rolled down her round cheeks. As if in answer to the little maid's wish, a man on a big black horse came in sight. Humility called, "Sir, can you kindly, tell me the way to the Governor's Gover-nor's house?" The traveler stopped and looked down. "The Governor? he asked. "And what do you want with the Governor?" "I want to tell him about Nicodemus, sir, and - I do not know the way!". Her lips quivered. "I am bound for the Governor's house, little maid," said the man. "I will put you before me on the horse. Perhaps you will tell me about Nicodemus as we travel." Once upon the strong horse Humility felt her courage return. "I was in the woods one day and feeling lonely," she said. "Just then right at my feet fell a wild turkey! His wing was broken and my father said it was an Indian arrow that brought him down." "And you named him Nicodemus?" the stranger asked, smiling. "Yes," said Humility, "for hurt as he was, the poor bird got up into a tree, he was so afraid of me. You know, sir, there is an old rhyme: 'Nicodemus, he did. climb a tree.' " "Ah," murmured the man, "I understand." "And, sir," the lit-tlemaid lit-tlemaid went on, "I fed him and he grew to trust me. I was never lonely any more. Were you ever lonely? The man thought for a moment of a little boy far away in England and said, "Yes, my child." Then Humility went on again, "The Governor has set a Day of Thanksgiving. Have you heard?" "That I have!?? "He sent out four men to fetch turkeys and there is to be a great feast. When the men '' came' our way: and saw" how fine and fat Nicodemus was, they popped him in a bag, sir. I am going to his house to tell the Governor all about it." As the big horse plodded on, the tired little head sank low and presently Humility was asleep. Then the rider turned the horse, and rode back over the road Humility had traveled. At last the horse stopped in front of a small log cabin. The man carried Humility inside and laid her upon a bed. Then seeing no one about, he climbed on the horse and galloped away. Humility's parents were out searching for her. A fear of Indians was in their hearts but when they returned and found her safe, they felt the coming Day of Thanksgiving would be the happiest they had ever known. On the morrow all the people came to the great feast and all were happy and thankful except silent little Humility. But all of a sudden she saw a man coming toward her with Nicodemus in his arms. "Where is Humility Merton?" called the |