Adin Augustus Ballou

                                                        Thanksgiving At Hopedale

      Thursday the 27th of last month, was the long wished for Thanksgiving. We celebrated it in Hopedale by
    meeting in the Mechanic’s shop. It was very stormy without, but exceedingly pleasant within. There was a
    public meeting in the forenoon, and after that, a long table was set, which reached nearly around the room;
    and when all was ready, nearly eighty persons sat down to the table and ‘helped themselves.’ After the
    eating was through, a hymn composed expressly for the occasion was sung. They then cleared the tables
    away, and part of the company had (in my opinion) a right good game of ‘fox and geese.’ Perhaps some of
    the readers of the Mammoth may not know how to play this interesting game; if not, I advise them all to
    learn, and that quickly. But my space is full and I must close.

    An online search for "fox and geese" brings up many sites with rules and directions for a number of versions.
    Most are for a board game, but at least one involved having "a large open area of unspoiled snow."

    The Mammoth was a newspaper put out for a time by Adin Augustus Ballou when he was a teenager. He was
    the son of Adin and Lucy Ballou. Here is a bit about him and his untimely death, from his father’s
    autobiography.

      Our son, Adin Augustus, the inestimable treasure of our hearts and golden staff of our earthly hopes, was
    destined to an early translation for mortal conditions of existence to the abodes and societies of the angelic
    realm. We gave him the best common school privileges at our command till he was over seventeen years of
    age, and then much better ones at the State Normal school at Bridgewater, whereof that excellent scholar
    and disciplinarian, Nicholas Tillinghast, was principal. Meanwhile the influences of home and of the
    Community had been happily of a nature to develop his intellectual and moral capabilities in the right
    direction, and to these, as to all positive endeavors to call forth the best that was in him, he responded
    heartily and nobly. Though not physically strong, he yet enjoyed tolerable health which seemed to improve
    as he grew in years. He had an sctive, elastic mind, and a genial, cheerful temperament, which combined to
    render him a universal favorite  among his associates, young and old. At ten years of age he entered the
    Hopedale printing-office, becoming expert enough at fourteen to assume charge of it as foreman. At the
    same time he planned, edited, and published on his own account a miniature semi-monthly paper for
    young people, which he facetiously entitled “The Mammoth.” It had quite a run among his friends as long as
    he chose to continue it.

      On the 8th of August, 1850, he entered the Bridgewater school, as stated, where he prosecuted his
    studies through the regular year’s course and an additional supplementary term. He then stood so high in
    the estimation of the principal and his associates that he was cordially invited by the proper authorities to
    take the position of junior assistant teacher in the institution. He accepted the invitation and entered upon
    the duties of the position full of enthusiasm and hope, Dec. 5, 1851. Autobiography of Adin Ballou, p. 376.

      Then on p. 378, Ballou continues:

      Little did any of us dream at the time he was thus engaged (in his last piece of work at the print shop) what
    an overwhelming storm-blast was gathering its ruthless forces to paralyze our affections and blight our
    fondly cherished hopes. Yet so it was. Two months later, Feb. 8, 1852, the shadow of death settled down in
    thick darkness upon our beloved one, and all the brilliant prospects which clustered around his mortal
    personality vanished forever. After a few days of suffering from an insidious attack of typhoid fever, which his
    overtaxed energies were unable to repel, he expired at Bridgewater in the arms of his agonized parents, and
    his pure spirit was translated to its immortal mansion.

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