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A BOOK FOR BOYS AND GIRIS.
MRS. L.. C. TUTHILL.
"Brag is a good dog, but Holdfuat is better."
CHARLES SCRIBNER, 145 NASSAU STREET.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1851, by
In the Clerk's Offce of the District Court of the United States, for the
Southern District of New York.
C. W. BENEDICT,
STXRROTRPEB AND PaIrTIR,
201 William Street, N. Y.
CHAP. I.-THE DEAR LITTLE ISLAND, .
CHAP. II.-THE BOAT, 11
CHAP. III.-A GOOD DAY's Won,. 15
CHAP. IV.-CHEERFUL WOK, 27
CHAP. V.-THi CAMERAS OF CIAMERVILL, 33
CHAP. VI.-YOUNG JOHN BULL, 37
CHAP. VII.-THE WALK IN BROADWAY, 4
CHAP. VIII.-SEZING THE MUSZoE, .51
CHAP. IX.-THE RETURN TO CIRAMVILLW, 1
CHAP. X.-LAUNCHING THE BOAT, 8
CHAP. XI.-BESSIE's ISLAND, 74
CHAP. XII.-BESSIEZ' VISIT TO RSE LAWN, 99
CHAP. XIII.-BusY BESSIE, 117
CHAP. XIV.-FST EARNINGS, 129
CHAP. XV.-CHOOSING A PROFESSION, 138
CHAP. XVI.-THE Nzw TUTOR, 152
CHAP. XVII.-PAYING THE RENT, 158
CHAP, XVIII.-THE FOURTH OP JULY, 175
CHAP. XIX.-RoGUEs ROGUES, 88
CHAP. XX.-SEATING ON THE RIVE, 190
CHAP. XXI.-A SEPARATION, 200
CHAP. XXII.-THE DASHING YOUNG FRESHMAN, 206
CHAP. XXIII.-A SURPRISE, .211
CONOLT ING CHAPTER, 219
THE DEARB LfLE ISLAND.
"OH, if we could only get over to that
island, Tom, wouldn't we be glad ?"
We can get over; there's no such thing as
"But how ?"
'1 build a boat that will take us over."
"Yes, sure as a gun, I'1 build you a boat."
Bessie laughed, and clapped her hands with
Tom Mixon was a stout boy, fourteen years
old, and his sister was a year or two younger.
He had been used to hard work, and what is
more, he liked to work.
The island lay in the middle of the river
Ousa, a rapid and beautiful stream which dashed
through the village of Cramerville. Tom and
his sister had long admired the island with its
few trees and.shrubs, and now it was decided
that they would go over and take possession of
it. Easier said than done. However, Tom had
resolved that it should be done, and his favorite
saying was, "Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast
is a better."
Tom's father was a dyer in the mills at
Cramerville; he was a mere laborer, directed
by others, knowing nothing himself of the
chemical process by which colors were made.
He was an industrious, uneducated man, who
had, however, the good sense to value an edu-
cation, and sent his two children to school in
winter, when he could spare their time. This
was not an easy matter, for his wife was dead,
and he had no one to keep house for him but
The first thing that Tom set about, after he
THE DEAR LITTLE LSLND.
had decided to build the boat, was to find wood
for the purpose.
"Can't you make a canoe, as Robinson
Crusoe did ?" asked Bessie.
"No; for I can't find a log of wood big
enough; and besides, if I had a big log, it
would take a great while to dig it out. We
must be contented with a flat-bottomed scow,
till I can find crooked timber o build a boat
ship-shape and Bristol fashion."
The children cast one longing look towards
the beloved island, upon which the shadows of
evening were falling, and then turned their
I am afraid I shall be too late to get father's
supper ready, when he comes home; let us
hurry as fast as we can," said Bessie, starting
upon a full run.
In about ten minutes they reached the house,
and found to their great joy that their father
had not yet returned from work. It was a
small brown house by the road-side, with two
rooms below and two above. One of these
lower rooms was a kitchen, and the other was
called Bessie's parlor. The upper, or garret
rooms, were the bed-rooms of Branton Mixon,
or, as he was called, Bran Mixon, and his son
The kitchen fire had gone out, and Tom ran
to gather some chips to kindle it with, while
Bessie laid the wood in order, and filled the
tea-kettle with water. She then washed some
potatoes and put them into an iron pot; then
Tom came in.
How long you have stayed," said Bessie;
"hurry, hurry, for father will surely be home
before these potatoes are done."
"The reason why I have been such a long
time is, that I came across something that will
do right well for our boat."
Don't let us talk about the boat now, Tom.
Kindle up the fire, quick, quick."
But I can talk and work too; I tell you,
Bessie, the slabs that father bought yesterday
will be just the thing for our boat. I have
thought how I can nail them together, and as
soon as we have done supper I will draw a plan
of the thing.
Bessie now spread a clean coarse cloth upon
the kitchen table, and set cups and saucers and
THE DEAR LrTVLE BLAND.
plates in order for three. She then went into a
small pantry in which were kept all the pro-
visions belonging to the family, and brought
out a loaf of brown bread, and some butter as
yellow as a dandelion.
"This fire will never burn," said Tom,
impatiently, as the dull smoke went up the
"The chips are green," said Bessie; "go and
pick up some dry stuff."
Tom went out, but did not return immediate-
ly. Bessie ran to the door, and called him.
There, at a short distance from the house, was
Tom, standing by a pile of slabs, which had
been sawed from timber, and had still the
rough bark on one side of them.
Come, Tom, come; the fire is the thing to
be minded now. There is father coming over
the hill, and supper not ready !" Bessie flew
into the house, cast a troubled glance at the
smoking chips, and then went into the pantry.
Soon she re-appeared with a dish of cold pork,
and placed it upon the table. By this time
Tom was on his hands and knees, blowing the
fire with all his might to coax it into a blase.
The father stopped by the well to wash his
face and hands; but all the scrubbing and
scouring would not take out the blue stains
which discolored them. Bran Mixon was not
more than forty years old. In his Sunday
clothes he was quite a decent-looking person;
but in his working dress-a coarse, blue cot-
ton, carman's frock, and wide trowsers of the
same material-he looked like any other day-
laborer, excepting that he had a remarkably
When Mixon came into the kitchen, the fire
was brightly blazing, and its cheerful light,
and Bessie's smile, were a pleasant welcome.
A few chairs, a tall wooden clock in one cor-
ner, and two tables, were all the furniture the
kitchen could boast. A large white and brown
dog lay before the fire, enjoying an evening
nap, and the tea-kettle was singing a cheerful
tune. Altogether, the neat kitchen was as
comfortable as the home of a poor man well
Bessie, as she placed a chair for him, said,
"You will have to wait a little while for
supper, father. Tom and I went down to the
THE DEAR LrrTLE ISLAND.
river -this afternoon, and stayed too long; the
potatoes are not done yet."
I am as hungry as a bear; but I can wait
patiently, my little Bessie," he replied, with
perfect good humor.
Tom wisely thought this was not a suitable
time to ask for the slabs, and seating himself
quietly in a corner, took out of his pocket a
piece of chalk, and on the bottom of a wooden
chair drew the plan of his boat.
The supper was at length ready, and it was
enjoyed with a keen relish.
It was a cool evening early in April; and
after supper it was pleasant to draw up to the
Bessie washed the dishes, and then set out
a little round table, which she called a candle-
stand, on one side the fire-place. She then
placed a candle upon it, and sat down with
her knitting beside it.
Mixon took off his coarse,.heavy shoes, and
making himself comfortable in an arm-chair,
soon fell asleep.
It was a bright moonlight night. Tom went
out to the wood-pile, selected the slabs suitable
for his boat, and laid them together. He then
cut a bean-pole into two pieces, one for the
length of the boat, and the other for the width.
" Now," said he to himself, "the thing is just
half done; for mother used to say, 'Well be-
gun is half done.' "
What a loss was that good, sensible mother,
to those two poor children They remembered
her sayings, and liked to follow them. Oh!
how precious was everything that once be-
longed to that departed mother I Mixon was
an easy, good-natured soul, far inferior in mind
and character to the wife he had lost; but yet,
he was steady and industrious, and a kind,
Tom came in just as Mixon awoke from his
"Well, Tom," said he, "did you do up all
the jobs I set you to-day 9"
"Yes, I did; and got through at four
"Did you dig the beds, and plant all the
beans and the peas ?"
"Yes; every one of them. Bessie dropped
THE DEAR LiTTLE -ISLAND.
them for me, and we had done at four o'clock.
Then we went down to the river; and you
know the pretty island just in the middle of
the stream. Bessie and I long to go over to
it; and I am going to build a boat, if you will
give me some of the slabs out in the wood-
"A boat! boy! You might as well make
a candle out of a long turnip. You never can
make a boat out of them slabs."
"I can try; there's nothing like trying."
"Well, you can try; but a queer craft it
will be. I am afraid Bessie and you will get
No, father, I hope not. I won't go in the
boat when it is done, if you don't say it is
safe," said Bessie.
That's right, my good little Bess; you do
take after your mother. Now, as you set there
knitting, you look wonderful like her, too. She
was sartainly the smartest woman, and the best
woman, that ever lived. And now, Bessie,
take your little Bible, and read a chapter, as
she teached you to do; and then we will go to
Bessie put up her knitting, and read the
chapter; and then the three knelt, and re-
peated together the Lord's Prayer.
A GOOD DAY'S WORK.
THE next day it rained as hard as it could
Very good for the garden, and capital for
my boat," said Tom. He brought the pieces
that he had sawed off the day before, into the
back shed, and went to work to smooth them
at the edges, and fit them together. The boat
was to be six feet long and three feet wide-a
small affair, to be sure, but large enough to car-
ry Bessie and him over to the beloved island.
He worked hard all day, and at night the
pieces were smoothed and nearly ready to be
put together; but Tom had no nails. What was
to be done I Where was he to get the money
to buy them He said to Bessie: "11 tell
you what I can do. I will ask father to let
me go down into the village, with a basketful
of my nice spinach. I can sell it and buy
some nails, and some tar to caulk the boat."
"Tar to caulk the boat! What do you
mean by that, Tom ?"
"There will be cracks in my boat which
will need to be filled up, and I must have
some tar and oakum for that. I have found
some pieces of old rope, and to-night we will
pick them up fine for oakum."
I have heard of the poor folks in the alms-
house picking oakum, but I never knew what
it meant before," said Bessie.
"Live and learn, Bessie. It will do no
harm on the kitchen floor, for we can sweep
up afterwards; so, after supper I will bring in
the ropes, and we will have them picked up in
less than no time."
"Supper! That reminds me that I must
not be too late again to-night; these chips are
dry and handy." So saying, Bessie filled her
apron with the chips Tom had cut from the
slabs, and went into the kitchen.
Tom stood looking at the planks he had
been working upon, and muttered to himself,
A GOOD DAY'S WORK.
"A. rough-looking craft this will be. The
edges where I've used the saw do quite well,
but where I've chipped off the bark the planks
are as rough as a corduroy road."
While he was thus musing and muttering,
Bran Mixon came home. As usual, he stopped
at the well to wash himself, though it would
seem as if the rain might have done him that
kind office, for it was pouring down in tor-
Well, Tom," said he, as he scrubbed his
hands, how do you come on with the scow ?"
The boat, father-call it a boat. Not quite
as well as I should wish; it's a mighty rough
Bessie now opened the door, and said,
" ome in, father-come in; here is a towel
and some dry clothes." And, to be sure, the
thoughtful little girl had got out a complete
suit of clothes, and laid them in his bed-room,
that her father might take off his wet garments
"I'm as wet as a drowned rat," said he;
"and well it is for me that I have somebody at
home to think about my comfort."
Mixon soon came down stairs, looking all
the better for the soaking rain-at least two
shades lighter in complexion, and as clean as
a new pin. When they had done supper,
Mixon said to Tom,
"You're a pretty smart, likely boy, Tom,
and do my work quite to my notion. Now, I
thought as how I could help you in your, so I
bought them things for you to-day."
He pulled out from the long pocket of his
blue frock, a parcel, tied up in thick brown
paper. Tom took out his knife to cut the cord
tied about the parcel.
"No no!" exclaimed Bessie; let me untie
the knots. Don't you remember the story
mother used to tell us about' Waste not, want
Bessie untied the knots, took off the wet
paper from the outside, and found the under-
wrapper quite dry. She handed the parcel
back to Tom, and he took off the brown paper.
"A plane and an auger Oh, delightful I
Just what I wanted. Father, I am so much
obliged to you. Now, I only want some
A GOOD DAY'S WORK.
"Not many nails, Tom; you must bore
holes with the auger, and put in wooden pins;
they are better than nails."
A great deal better. Oh, father, how kind
you are I was thinking to-day how much
I wanted a plane. I am afraid these tools cost
more money than you could spare."
"I always lay by something for a rainy day,
my boy; and this was one of the rainyest that
ever I did see," said Mixon, laughing at his
Well, father, we have more spinach in the
garden than we need; may I take a basketful
down to the village. I could sell it and buy
You may pick the greens to-morrow morn-
ing, and I will carry them down and bring
back the tar."
"Father, you are so kind," said Bessie,
looking at him with an expression of grateful
affection, which might have been a sufficient
reward to any parent, even for the most self-
The old ropes were brought in. The chips
from the back shed made so bright a fire. thpt
no other light was needed. The two children
told stories, laughed, and whistled, and sang,
while they picked oakum, as happy as birds
building their nests. Mixon fell off into his
usual evening nap, and Sancho kept him com-
THE next day was clear and bright. The
sun shone out warmly-the leaves and grass
had started rapidly in consequence of the rain,
and all nature seemed rejoicing. The honey-
suckles and roses, which grew by Bessie's win-
dow, had been beaten down, and needed sup-
The ground is too wet for you to work in
the garden this morning, Tom," said Mixon.
" You may nail up Bessie's posies, and fix them
by her window, so that they will look in upon
her when they blossom. By ten o'clock it will
do for you to put out some lettuce from the
place where it sowed itself. After that, you
may put pumpkin seed in the field that has
been ploughed, close up by the fence."
And don't forget, father, to take the basket
of nice greens Tom gathered this morning. I
have put an old tin kettle in the basket for the
Bran Mixon took the basket on one arm,
and carried his dinner as usual; as he walked
off, he cast one look back at his house; there
stook little Bessie, looking out the window after
him. She nodded and smiled.
For all the world just like her mother,"
said Mixon, wiping a tear from his eyes with
his sleeve, and then stepping briskly over the
ground with a light, cheerful heart.
Bessie's parlor had one window in front, and
one at the side of the house. Over both of
these, her mother had carefully trained the
roses and honeysuckles which the storm had
now beaten down. With right good will, Tom
went to work to nail them up against the
Bessie, meanwhile, was putting her room in
order, and a nice, comfortable room it was.
In one corner stood a bed, with gay chintz
curtains. A small bureau with a looking-glass
over it was in the opposite corner. A clean
rag-carpet covered the floor. The wall was
papered with a neat paper, and a few engra-
vings of scripture subjects were hung up over
the mantle in black frames. Upon the.mantle-
shelf were two tall glasses filled with wild
flowers. The chairs were painted in bright
colors, by some country artist, who seemed, by
the awkward patterns, to have cared more for
coloring than design. On the bureau lay a
Bible and a few other books, which had been
read over and over again by Bessie and her
Children who have hundreds of books can
have no idea how precious the few books of
poor children are to them. One good book,
read over and over again, and talked about,
too, is worth more to a child, and does him
really more good, than dozens of books skimmed
over hastily, and then thrown aside, for new
Tom's task for the day was completed before
dinner, and he had all the afternoon to work at
"I am thinking it will look like an old-
fashioned bread-tray," said Bessie, as she saw
Tom fitting the sides to the bottom of the
"Now, that isn't fair, Bessie, when I am
making the boat as well as I can."
"Why, Tom, it will take us just as well over
to the island. I did not think you would care
what it looked like. 'Handsome is, that
"I mean to paint her one of these days,
when I can earn some money to pay for it;
and then she won't look at all like a bread-
tray. It was a bright thought of father's to
buy me the plane and auger; now she will
look as smooth as a floor, inside and out; and
will glide over the water like a wild duck."
Mixon soon after came home.
"Father," said Tom, "I smelt the tar long
before you came in sight."
I expect I shan't get the smell out of my
hair for a week. Your greens sold remarkable
well. The tar didn't cost much, so I bought
with the rest of the money some red and some
"Oh, father, how can you always think of
just what we want It is so strange!" ex-
claimed Bessie; "I hardly dare to wish for
anything, so sure I am that you will get it for
me if I do."
Why, the boat is going to be quite a nice
affair," said Mixon, as he passed by it, in the
"Thank you, father," replied Tom, with
sparkling eyes and a bright smile-" thank
The thanks were half for the paint and the
other half for the compliment, which quite
consoled him under the mortification he had
felt at his sister's comparison.
"I know what I shall call my boat," said
Tom, as he sat whittling wooden pegs in the
Call your boat I" exclaimed Bessie.
"The name I shall give her. But I won't
tell. It shall be painted on her stern."
Precious little difference was there between
stem and stern!
I wish I could have a rudder to the boat,"
said Tom, "and you could sit at one end,
Bessie, and steer, while I rowed across to the
island; but it is a flat-boat, and must go with
sweeps on pivots."
"I am afraid that proud boy, George
Cramer, will laugh at our boat," said Bessie,
coloring as red as a rose.
"Suppose he should I It wouldn't upset her.
Who cares for his laugh ? not I."
"Nor I either-much. His sweet sister Ada
wouldn't laugh, would she, Tom ?"
She wouldn't do anything to hurt a body's
feelings, I am sure. Father is waking up.
I'll put away my work, Bessie, and you may
sweep the splinters I have made into the fire."
THE ORAMERS OF CRAMEEVILLE.
You are a little goose, Ada."
Thank me for calling you a goose I What
do you mean I"
I only mean that I am obliged to you for
not being violent, when I see you are displeased
with me," was the gentle reply of Ada Cramer,
to her brother George.
The brother, however, was not appeased by
the gentleness of his sister; he continued:
"You wish to provoke me, Ada, by your
pretended mildness. I know you do. Look
out, or I shall be in a blaze. I tell you, I will
not bear the insolence and pride of any
English boy on earth."
"How do you know that Howard Framing-
ham is proud and insolent ?" timidly enquired
"Because all English people are. I hate
John Bull and all his race."
"Then you hate your ancestors, for our
forefathers were English."
"I wish to goodness I had never had any
ancestors; then I should not be tormented to
death by this eleventh cousin," replied George
Cramer, taking his cap from his handsome
head and throwing it upon the ground.
Just then a bird fluttered in the tree, above
the place where the brother and sister were
standing, and taking wing alighted upon a
fence within a stone's throw. George snatched
a stone from the ground and was about to hurl
it at the bird.
"Oh! do not be so cruel, brother; it is
a robin-red-breast!" exclaimed Ada, seizing
I know it. I hate robins because they are
"Brother, brother II thought everybody
THE CRAXERS OF OCRAXEBVILLE.
loved robins. The worst boys I ever knew,
would spare the dear robin-red-breasts."
At this moment Mrs. Cramer came towards
them with an open letter in her hand. She
was a lady, apparently, about thirty-five, with
a pleasant countenance and graceful air.
Your Cousin Howard has arrived in New
York, my children, and I have already ordered
the carriage to go to the dep6t. We must
meet him in the city and bring him home with
George Cramer would have been delighted
to go to the city for any other purpose than to
meet his English cousin;-that was not at
all in accordance with his present feelings.
Habitual respect for his mother, however,
prevented him from expressing his dislike
to the proposal. He snatched up his cap
from the ground and wreaked his displeasure
upon it, with two or three hearty thumps,
which effectually knocked the dust out of it;
and at the same time, betrayed to his mother
the exact state of his feelings.
She prudently refrained from making any
comments. Ada clapped her hands with
"Oh, I am so happy! I know I shall
like Howard Framingham."
YOUNG JOHN BULL.
MB. CBAMEB was a wealthy manufacturer.
The village of Cramersville had rapidly sprung
up around the cotton factories, which gave
employment to hundreds of operatives. Mr.
Cramer's own pleasant house was situated
upon the bank of the same stream which
turned the mills, at a mile's distance from
them, where the bright river glided along,
unvexed by wheels or dame.
He had but two children, George and Ada;
to their education Mrs. Cramer devoted herself
with constant assiduity and praiseworthy
Sir John Framingham, by his last will and
testament, left his only son to the guardianship
of Mr. Sands Cramer. It was a mystery to
the friends of Sir John, why he, an English-
man, a Londoner, should require his son to
reside in the United States, until the age of
one and twenty, with his guardian, Mr.
Cramer. Yet, so it was. Sir John gave no
reasons, himself, for this singular choice, but
doubtless he might have given good and
sufficient ones. Not many months after his
father's death, Howard Framingham was
placed under the charge of the captain of
a Liverpool packet, and in fifteen days arrived
safely in New York. The captain immediately
wrote to Mr. Cramer, announcing his arrival.
A youthful stranger, in a strange land! An
orphan, too. Mrs. Cramer's kind heart warmed
towards the boy. Her husband was absent on
a journey to the South, and she with her
children hastened to the city to welcome the
Mrs. Cramer entered the large parlor of the
-- House, Broadway, with George at her
right hand and Ada at the left. Partly
concealed by the crimson drapery of one of the
large windows, a stout lad was standing, look-
YOUNG JOHN BULL.
ing out into the crowded street. He was
dressed in deep mourning.
Mrs. Cramer advanced quite near him, but
the noises without were so deafening, that the
sound of footsteps upon the soft carpet made
no impression upon the ear.
Mrs. Cramer remained silent for a second,
just by the boy, and then she said in her usual
"Howard, I have brought your cousins, to
give you a cordial welcome to our country, and
to our home."
She stood with her hand extended, and a
cheerful smile upon her countenance.
Howard Framingham started, turned round,
colored deeply, and made a low, formal bow.
George Cramer immediately folded his hands
behind him, and stood bolt upright, stiff as a
Mrs. Cramer's hand fell, as she returned the
formal bow with a courtesy, and dear little Ada's
eyes filled with tears.
The boys stood, like mastiff and bull-dog,
looking at each other, and measuring each
other's size and strength. It would have been
easy for a looker-on to believe he heard a low
George Cramer was tall for a boy of fours
teen; slender and active. Howard Framingham
was heavily built, shorter by several inches
than George, but strong and muscular.
Mrs. Cramer in a moment recovered hei
habitual self-command; Come, my children,"
said she, "let us be seated." They gladly
dropped into their chairs, the boys still
continuing to gaze at each other without
speaking. "We are to pass a few days in
town," continued Mrs. Cramer, "and I hope,
pleasantly, as there are many objects of curiosity
and interest which I should like to show our
The young friend was shy and awkward.
He made an attempt to speak, but no words
were heard. He seemed troubled to know
where to put his hands, and continually
changed the position of his feet.
"The boy is cold, reserved, and bashful,"
thought Mrs. Cramer; "but then, he is an
orphan stranger, and I must be warm and
YOUNG JOHN BULL,
George assumed a free, off-hand manner,
We will have a jaunty, rich time-parade
Broadway-go to hear the Ethiopians, and see
the Museum. Suppose we start off in a jiffey.
I will call for rooms; and when I have
brushed up a little, mother, I will escort you,
and Sir Howard can beau xmy sister." And
the young gentleman pulled the bell with a
very important air. The great, blue eyes of
Howard Framingham were fixed coldly upon
George, and with painful effort he slowly
replied, I am not Sir Howard."
But your father was Sir John; why, then,
are you not Sir Howard ?"
Because my father was a knight and not a
baronet, and I do not inherit his title."
"I do not understand the difference," re-
plied George; "for, luckily, we have no sirs,
and lords, and what-note, tacked to our good
Christian names in this country."
A waiter appeared to answer the bell.
Show these ladies to a room," said George,
" and give me one by the side of them.
There is my card. See that Mr. George
Cramer, Mrs. and Miss Cramer, of Cramer-
ville, are registered upon the book.
Howard Framingham, though a year older
than George, was still a boy-a mere boy. He
wore his round-about jacket, and had never
been called anything but Master Howard, or
Master Framingham. The airs of George
Cramer, and the assumption of Mister, quite
surprised him. His dress, too-a red cravat,
a green frock coat, bright-figured satin vest,
and plaid pantaloons. The English lad had
never before seen such a dress upon a boy of
The party dispersed to their rooms, and in
half an hour again met in the parlor.
George entered, hat and cane in hand,
brushed and perfumed, scenting the whole
parlor with eau de cologne and musk.
Mrs. Cramer and Ada smiled as George
came forward, to see how he strutted along,
with an air that seemed to say, "Did you ever
look at a smarter fellow 9"
Howard Framingham begged to be excused
from going out with them.
YOUNG JOHN BULL.
"Why, we want to show you New York,"
exclaimed George with surprise.
"I don't wish to ride in a jiffey," was the
"I don't understand you, sir," said Mrs.
"Master George said we were to go in a
jifey; I suppose he means an omnibus. I
never rode in one in my life."
The little party were amused at the mistake,
and George had some difficulty in keeping his
mirth to himself. Mrs. Cramer said, kindly-
"That was only some of George's nonsense;
he uses a great many slang words, and jiffey
is one of them."
"I supposed that to be an Americanism. I
am prepared to expect a great many such."
We have a right to coin our own words as
well as our own money," retorted George;
"we are under no Stamp Act now, sir. Since
the young gentleman is too proud to ride in an
omnibus, I can order a carriage."
"I prefer walking," said Mrs. Cramer;
come, Ada, we will go together, and let
the boys take the lead. Come, Howard, we
must show you New York-the largest city in
the United States; and next to London, the
largest commercial city in the world.
THE WALK IN BROADWAT.
"THEnx is the new Trinity Church; is it not
splendid-magnificent?" said George, pointing
with his cane, and holding one arm akimbo,
while his neck was stretched to its full length,
as he looked up to the top of the spire.
shouted a ragged news-boy. The resemblance
was irresistibly ludicrous. It carried the mis-
chievous urchin in imagination to the barn-
yard, where he had heard the first efforts at
crowing. The joke was deemed a capital one.
Two or three other news-boys joined their
shrill voices: "Cock-a-doodle-doo, cock-a-doo-
dle-doo." George was in a rage. He flew at
the first offender, and gave him a smart stroke
with his cane.
One of his ragged companions instantly
knocked off the young dandy's hat into the
mud, and then ran; George followed, thrash-
ing him at every step.
Howard Framingham deliberately stepped
up to the little rascal who had first insulted
George, and with one blow felled him to the
ground. A crowd was now collecting. Mrs.
Cramer and Ada, much terrified and ashamed,
stepped within the yard in front of Trinity
What did you knock that boy down for ?"
said a carman, seizing Howard by the collar.
"Because he insulted the boy who was
walking with me," calmly replied Howard
Framingham. "Pick up that hat."
There was something in Howard's air and
manner that the Irish carman understood at
once. He relaxed his grasp, touched his own
ragged cap, and picking up the hat, brushed it
with his sleeve, and handed it to Howard with
a respectful bow, saying, "You are a gintle-
man, and a gintleman's son."
That's no reason why he should knock a
poor boy down in the street," said a stout
THE WALK IN BROADWAY.
countryman, with a bunch of game in his
"And shure he should, if the boy insulted
his friend," said the Irishman.
If he was in your miserable country, Pat,
that might do, but not here, in this land of
liberty and equality. Stand up, my boy, and
this young gintleman shall ask your par-
But the news-boy was no sooner upon his
feet than he made the best possible use of
them by running away. Mrs. Cramer now
stepped out of the yard, and placed herself by
the side of Howard.
Do not be alarmed for me, Madam," said
he with great apparent coolness, though the
red blood had mounted to his face, and his
eyes were glowing like a furnace, a dull, lurid
Seeing the lady by his side, the crowd dis-
persed, and almost immediately George re-
turned, heated with the race he had run, and
almost exhausted with the violent exercise of
"This is capital fun. How the cowards
took to their heels," said he, taking out his
cambric handkerchief and wiping his face.
Howard handed him the rescued hat. He
set it jauntily upon his head, and putting his
cane under the left arm, looked as though he
had gained a glorious victory.
"I am heartily ashamed of you, George,"
said Mrs. Cramer; "the sItands poor Ada,
frightened half to death; and here is your
cousin, a stranger, drawn into a quarrel by
your hasty temper."
"He had nothing to do with my quarrel,
and Ada is a silly coward."
"Yes, he had something to do with your
quarrel," said Ada, who now joined them.
"He knocked down the news-boy who first
"Thank you, thank you!" exclaimed George,
extending his hand, and giving Howard a cor-
dial shake; "now we are friends."
"That church is a finer building than I
expected to see in America," said Howard, as
they walked on; "but not to compare, of
course, with St. Paul's and Westminster Ab-
bey, in London."
THE WALK IN BROADWAY.
"Of course not," quickly replied Mrs.
Cramer, fearing the present amicable dispo-
sition of the boys might be disturbed.
I suppose you expected to find us savages,
tricked out in feathers and gew-gaws, living in
bark huts, and worshipping under the forest
trees," said George, laughing.
I knew you were the descendants of Eng-
lishmen," was the cool and proud reply.
"Not all; I, for one, boast some Dutch
blood. New York is an omnium gatherum.
Here we have Germans, French, Low Dutch,
Swedes, and specimens of every nation under
heaven. There, now, is the Battery. Did you
ever see a more beautiful view. That is Castle
"It looks like a fortification."
Oh it is, when we need it; but in time of
peace it is a garden. Say, now, did you ever
see a more magnificent view ?"
The lad was silent. His eyes rested upon
the waves as they mounted and fell in the dis-
tance-the waves which had borne him from
his native land; and two large tears, in spite
of pride and the shame of boyhood, rolled
down his flushed cheeks.
George, though a tremendous brag, and
passionate and prejudiced, was not entirely
without feeling; his own dark eyes moistened;
he drew the arm of the stranger within his
own, and said: "The sun shines so brightly
upon the water, that it dazzles and hurts my
eyes. We must hurry back to the hotel, or we
shall be late to dinner."
SEEING THE MUSEUM.
"WHIH way to-day, George inquired
Mrs. Cramer, the next morning.
"Howard and I are going to the Museum.
I do not think it is a proper place for ladies.
I know it is not considered so by the citizens."
It is perfectly suitable for Ada and me to
go with you, my son; and there -are many
objects of curiosity and interest which I wish
to show your sister."
Please, mother, let us go for once without
you. Other boys of my age are not tied con-
stantly to their mother's apron-string."
This was the first time that George Cramer
had spoken thus to his mother, and it grieved
her exceedingly; but she replied gently and
I am sorry, George, that your mother and
sister are not always agreeable company for
you. We will not force ourselves upon you.
Go with Howard; but be very careful that
your hasty temper does not bring him and
yourself into trouble, as it did yesterday."
The boys started together, glad, as foolish
boys often are, to be freed from all guardian-
ship and parental care. They had not gone
far when George said:
"Let us stop at this jeweller's shop; I am
going to buy an eye-glass."
An eye-glass! Are you short-sighted?"
No; I like it as an ornament."
Howard cast one glance at the showy watch
ahain and trinkets worn by his companion, and
thought he already displayed too many orna-
The eye-glass was bought, and tied by a
black ribbon to a button-hole of the green
George poked it between his left cheek and
brow, but it would not stay; he was obliged to
draw up the left corner of his mouth, and
almost shut his eye, to keep it there.
SETNG THE MUBEUM.
Howard could scarcely refrain from laugh-
ing outright; but he controlled himself for the
sake of politeness, and walked by the side of the
little dandy, quite ashamed of his companion.
He noticed smiles of derision upon pretty
faces, as they passed, and contemptuous looks
from dashing young men.
George was so well satisfied with himself
and his new ornament, and so occupied with
keeping it in the right position, that he did not
notice either derisive smiles or contemptuous
looks. Indeed, he had not a suspicion that he
was making himself perfectly ridiculous.
They entered the Museum, and George
assumed the place of cicerone to his English
cousin, with a very important, patronizing
"Now, Sir Howard," said he, I shall have
the pleasure of showing you many objects of
native growth, which you never saw in Great
This was said in a loud voice, intended to
be very manly, and with very strong emphasis
upon the "Sir Howard ;" for George, like
many other democratic people, had a wonder,
ful fancy for what he affected to despise-
sister Cramer, I am greatly obliged to
you," replied Howard, with the slightest pos-
sible tone of derision.
"Here are the bones of one of our mas-
todons, or mammoths. What do you think of
such an animal as this Can England show
anything to equal that ?" demanded George,
pointing his cane at the huge bones.
"These are the remains of an animal of an
extinct species," replied Howard.
I don't doubt there are thousands of them
yet living in our unexplored western forests,"
"They would be known to naturalists as
such, if they were living at the present
How could foreign naturalists know of all
the animals that range about those thousands
of miles of forest and prairie in the far West
If you spoke of your own little island, it would
be different. Such immense creatures never
could have roamed about that little spot of
SEEING THE MUSEUM.
Mister Cramer, I have seen larger ani-
mals than this in England, in the British
"But not natives of that climate, or land
animals. I suppose you mean the bones of
whales. I can show you as big a jaw-bone
here as ever your eye looked upon."
No; I do not speak of whales, but those
huge 8aurians, found in the las limestone of
England. Why, one of our ladies* discovered
one, and pointed it out to the workmen in the
quarry; it proved to be an animal at least
eighty feet long.
It mut have been a whale."
No, sir; it was not a whale, but an animal
who had lived and died in England."
"Well, there is a collection of birds; you
do not pretend that you have anything to
equal our American eagle."
"If that is a specimen of your largest
eagle, we have much stronger ones; that bird
could not carry off a child in its talons."
George considered this a direct insult to the
bird o' freedom."
* Mrs. Mantell.
"All the world acknowledge that the Ame-
rican eagle is the noblest of living birds. No
body shall dispute that in my presence."
"I might as well maintain that the English
lion is the noblest of animals, because he is on
our national coat of arms," replied the stranger.
"But you have no lions in England; and
we have eagles-the great bald eagle, the
Washington eagle, and a host of others; be-
sides our national eagle."
Just then the band of music struck up a
lively air, and the visitors were called to see
a jig danced by the fat boy and the girl with
six-fingered hands and six-toed feet.
George fixed his glass in his eye, and stood
at a short distance from the crowd, holding his
hat and cane in the most elegant manner.
While he thus stood motionless, a sailor
came along, with a young girl leaning upon
Sally," said the sailor, look at that wax
figure' of a dandy. Now, doesn't it beat all
natur'. I despise the critturs. Even in wax,
I can't bear the sight of a York dandy. No
monkey ever made me half so provoked."
EEInG THE MUSEUM.
So saying, he carelessly snapped a quid of
tobacco at the object of his detestation. It hit
directly upon the eye-glass of the supposed
George started and screamed. The glass
had broken, and cut his eyelid and cheek;
fortunately, the eye which should have looked
through the glass was, at the time, closed, the
other eye doing duty for both. Immediately
there was a stir and tumult among the spec-
tators. The blood was streaming down the
face of the unfortunate George, and he ex-
claimed in a rage:
"Seize that fellow in the tarpaulin! He is
The sailor immediately stepped up to him
with the young girl still hanging upon his
arm, and said:
Young sir, I ax your pardon. I thought
you was the wax igur' of a York dandy, and
as I haven't no great respect for them sort of
land-craft, I just flipped a cud at the dead
light in one of its eyes, and thought no more
harm than if it had been the figure' head of
our ship. Sally will testify that I didn't think
it was a live crittur."
Here a laugh, long and loud, burst forth
from the motley group. The fat boy stopped
his jig, and the six-fingered girl ran to get
a peep at the live crittur."
Make way," said Howard, with an air of
command. Make way; let us get out of this
place as quick as possible."
George, holding his handkerchief over the
wounded eye, was glad to escape.
The sailor said, "Come, follow, my lads, in
my wake. Sally and I will make an opening
for you. I know every kind of craft that sails
on the sea; but I find I am an ignorant ramus
about land craft. I would rather have cut off
a piece of one of my own ears than done you
a damage. Mister, take my advice, next time
you go to a Museum, don't strut so exactly in
the posture of that wax figure' of Gineral Laf-
fyetty at the tomb of Mount Yernon."
George was restored to good humor by this
They were now safely out of the crowd, and
hastened towards the hotel, which was not far
SEEING THE MUSEUM.
distant. When Mrs. Cramer heard the events
of the morning related, she said:
"It is quite time for us to leave the city.
We will go home to-morrow morning. I am
so thankful your eye was not injured, that I
do not mind much the wounds on your face,
although I think one of them will leave a scar
there as long as you live."
"Why, brother, your wearing your glass
with eye shut, reminds me of a piece of poetry
I lately read, written by Cowper. It begins in
Between eyes and nose, a strange contest arose,
To which of them the spectacles belonged.'
I can't repeat it, but mouth was the lawyer,
and pleaded the cause so well for nose, that
the decision was, that when
'Nose put spectacles on, eyes should be shut.'
You seem to have come to a similar decision,
and thus to have saved your eye. Give me
the brass frame hanging at your button-hole,
in memory of your happy escape."
George snapped the ribbon, and passionately
threw the frame out the window.
"Mother, I wish you would inform Ada
that she never will be a wit, and when she
attempts it, she only succeeds in being intoler-
THE RETURN TO CRAMEREVHI E.
EARLY the next morning the little party
were on their way homeward. The good
steamer Knickerbocker had made her way
among the ships, steamers, sloops, and other
craft, crowding about the docks, and was
careering over the free waters of the East
What a glorious sight I" exclaimed George,
with proud exultation. Miles and miles of
splendid houses --spires, domes, cupolas I-
forests of masts !-beautiful harbor, with its
fortified islands No, no; don't talk to me
of black, old London. Give me bright, busy
George, George, I beg of you not to make
invidious comparisons," said Mrs. Cramer.
Mother, what does invidious mean ?" whis-
pered Ada Cramer.
Such comparisons as may excite unplea-
sant feelings-such as seem to come from envy
or pride," was the reply.
Howard Framingham never wondered at
anything. He considered it a mark of bad
breeding. Neither did he enjoy admiration.
He had made up his mind not to enjoy any-
thing in the United States.
A race! a race I" cried George, as he ob-
served a steamer dashing on only a few hun-
dred yards behind.
And such, indeed, it proved. The two
steamers were approaching Hell-Gate,* and
yet they pressed on under full steam. The
passengers, on both sides, were anxious to win
the race; and betting upon the steamers be-
came, for a moment, the order of the day.
"I'll bet you a dollar the Knickerbocker
beats exclaimed George.
"Done," cried a rough-looking countryman;
Hell-Gate is a passage from what is called the East
River into the Sound, the navigation of which is obstructed
by rocks and whirlpools.
THE RETURN TO CRAMERVILLE.
"I'll bet on the New Haven. There's my
George pulled a long silk purse from his
pocket, and fumbled in its depths, where a
solitary sixpence was skulking, and then mut-
tered, "Sir, excuse me, my money is in my
He was exceedingly mortified, and yet, was
quite too manly to call upon his mother for
O, then, don't be betting when you can't
come down with the tin. It is well you
couldn't fork it out of that gay, red purse;
for you and your dollar would have had to
part company, for there goes the New Haven
ahead; and now that she has got the start she
will keep it. Young man, let me advise you
not to brag with an empty purse in your
pocket, and not to bet with an empty noddle
on your shoulders."
So saying, the countryman walked off, leav-
ing the discomfited George quite crest-fallen.
At New Haven the party took the cars for
Now, this car I call first-rate," said George.
" It is a beautiful new car. How splendid the
paintings are How bright the mahogany is !
How rich this crimson damask is I Did you
ever see such a magnificent affair ?"
I never was in a car that went so slowly
before," replied Howard, contemptuously.
"Wait awhile. We are in the crowded
city. When we are beyond the city limits,
we are taken on swift as the wind, by one of
the most powerful engines that ever steamed
it over a railroad."
Mrs. Cramer, who sat a few seats forward
of the boys, could hear the voice of George
without distinguishing what he said. She
perceived that he was warm and animated,
and motioned to him to come to her.
"Now, George, I beseech you," said she,
earnestly; "I beseech you not to get into any
altercation with your cousin. Try to make
yourself agreeable to a stranger in some other
way than by forcing him to praise what may
not be pleasing to him."
But, mother, he will not be pleased with
anything, and it provokes me."
"Then change places with me. Sit here
THE RnrUEN TO CBAMERVILLE.
with Ada, and I will go and take the seat by
So saying, Mrs. Cramer changed places with
It was not long before that young gentleman
spoke out in a very loud voice:
Mother, there is West Rock. You know
the Regicide's Cave is on that famous rock.
There is an inscription upon the cave, Oppo-
sition to tyrants is obedience to God!'"
Who wrote that inscription ?" demanded
Howard,. roused from his quiet, indifferent
"It is supposed to have been engraven on
the rock by one of the subjects of King Charles
First," replied George in a pompous manner.
Did any of those Regicides come to this
country ?" eagerly enquired Howard.
Yes, lots of them," said George; "three
of them took refuge upon that same West
Rock yonder, and hid themselves there. The
good people of New Haven found it out and
supplied them with provisions. After a while
they ventured to come into the town and pay
visits. One of these days I should like to stop
with you at New Haven and show you the
graves of two or three of them."
"They ought to have been put into those
graves a whole head shorter than they were
when living," said Howard Framingham.
"What do you mean by that?" fiercely
demanded George, without noticing that he
was attracting the attention of all the people in
I mean they ought to have been served in
the same way that they served their good and
gracious king," replied Howard.
Come, boys, you must not fight over again
the battles of cavalier and roundhead. Keep
the peace, I entreat you !"
Howard, after this, maintained a dogged
silence. George contented himself with talk-
ing to Ada, and now and then exclaiming,
" Oh, the beautiful, beautiful Connecticut river.
I don't doubt it's a finer river than any Thames
"Well, even if it is, brother, wouldn't it be
better not to brag of it whispered Ada,
I suppose you would be fool enough to let
THE RETURN TO CRAMERVILLE. 67
that young John Bull persuade you that there
is nothing fit to be seen in this country."
"Not while I can use my eyes, brother.
Oh, there is Hartford, and it will not be more
than an hour now, before we reach home."
They left the railroad at Hartford, took a
stage coach and arrived safely at Cramersville.
ToM's work during the summer, was to take
care of a garden, and a field of potatoes, corn,
and pumpkins. He had two pigs to feed, the
fire-wood to cut and carry in, and in various
ways to help Bessie. Every morning, before
Mixon went to the mills, he set Tom his task
for the day: when that was done he could
amuse himself as he chose. Right heartily
did Tom go to work early the next morning.
It was only six o'clock when breakfast was
ready, and he had been working a whole hour.
After breakfast, Bessie put up her father's din-
ner in a tin kettle, and he went off, as usual,
for the day. She then put the house all in
order, covered up the fire, and was ready by
ten o'clock to go out and help Tom.
What shall I do ?" said she; I can work
with you till dinner time."
"Don't let us have any dinner till we get
through my task."
"Oh, yes, we must have our dinner, Tom,
as we always do, at twelve o'clock. Don't you
know, mother used to say that there is a time
for everything, and that we should do every-
thing at the right time. We shouldn't gain
anything by putting off our dinner."
"You are a wise child, Bessie. You may
make the holes for the beet seed, in that bed
there. See, how nice it looks! And then you
may drop two seeds in each hole."
"Why two ?"
Because one may be a bad seed. You see
I have measured it all off into squares, and
you must make .the holes where the squares
And Bessie worked, and talked, and laughed,
in the garden till the clock struck twelve, and
then she said, Come, Tom, don't wait a
minute. Dinner is all ready on the table."
And sure enough it was-brown bread and
two bowls of milk, and some cold sausages,
saved from the breakfast. Tom soon came in,
and put upon the table some fresh water-
cresses, which he had gathered and washed;
and the children sat down to their meal. They
enjoyed it, as those only can who have good
health, and the keen appetite that hard work
bestows. They had dinner enough, and a
plenty besides for Sancho, Tom's dog. Bessie
had raked open the fire to heat some water,
that she might wash the dinner dishes.
"Never mind the dishes now; leave them
till supper time," said Tom.
"No; remember, A time for everything.'
It will take me only a few minutes, and then I
will run down the garden and help you. See
how sorrowful Sancho looks, because you
whipped him for coming into the garden-
poor fellow 1"
"Poor fellow I" responded Tom, snapping
his fingers to the brown and white dog, who
had eaten his dinner, and now stood looking at
his young master with a half-frightened, half-
ashamed expression. "Poor fellow! you-make
too many tracks in the garden with those
naughty paws; I can't have you there, Sancho."
The dog, delighted with the kind tone,
jumped upon his master, and licked his hand.
"Take him with you, Tom, and teach him
to lie down while you work. You know dogs
can be taught almost anything. It seems hard
to shut up the poor thing all day."
"Well, I'll try. Come, Sancho." And the
dog frisked and wagged his tail, overjoyed to
be once more restored to favor. It was some
time before he could be made to lie down
quietly, while Tom went on with his work;
and the boy becoming quite impatient, began
scolding violently at losing so much time,
when Bessie came running down the garden.
She caressed and coaxed the dog, and by her
gentle manner succeeded far better than Tom
had done by his violent means. Sancho
stretched himself out on the ground, and lay-
ing his head between his fore paws, remained
Just as the kitchen clock struck three, Tom
had finished his task. He shouldered his
spade, rake, and hoe, and marched off with
them, while Bessie seized hold of one of San-
cho's long ears, and led him out of the garden,
saying, "Now, remember, Sancho, you must
not put your paws on the nice beds in the
garden; you must learn to walk in the paths,
"Now for the boat! the boat 1" exclaimed
Tom, as he placed his garden tools in the back
shed. Sancho was allowed to frisk and frolic
as much as he pleased in the wood-yard; but
little attention did he get that afternoon.
Run and get me a piece of cord for a
line," said Tom.
Bessie brought out a nice piece of cord,
which had been a long time saved up for
Great things can be done with a line and
a piece of chalk," remarked Tom, as he drew
the chalk over the cord. You see, Bessie, I
am going to bring these rough slabs into shape.
Now, hold on while I mark these off, the size I
want them. With a chalked line, a saw, an
axe, and a hatchet, a fellow can build almost
anything. I wish I had a plane, too."
So saying, Tom went to work at the rough
slabs, to bring them into the right size and
shape. So hard did he work, that he was
obliged to take off his coat, and now and then
he drew his shirt-sleeve across his forehead, to
wipe off the drops of perspiration. But it was
pleasant work for all that; and Bessie looked
on with delight to see how ingeniously her
brother brought the rough wood into shape.
How he got the right slope, so that the pieces
at the sides and the ends of the boat would
match together, seemed to her wonderful; and
it did require some skill, and some knowledge
of geometry, too, though Tom had studied
very little geometry. At sunset, Tom was
obliged to leave, to take care of the pigs, who
were grunting for their supper.
LAUNCHING THE BOAT.
IT was the first of May; a clear and bright
day, but by no means a warm one. Children
who go out into the woods to enjoy May-day, in
New England, will usually find their winter
clothing comfortable. The grass is green, but
not very high. There are some wild flowers in
the meadows and on the hill-side; the leaves
of the forest trees are just starting from the
stiff buds which have protected them from
Jack Frost's spring nipping, and the birds sing
merrily among the branches. The first of
June in that climate is a much better day for a
holiday, and a June queen in a white muslin
dress, crowned with roses, looks altogether
better than a May queen in a fur tippet.
The boat, the beloved boat, was completed,
LAUNCHING THE BOAT.
and all ready to be launched I It was painted
red, inside and out, and had a wide, white
stripe around it. Tom and Bessie were to
have the whole day-the whole May-day-for
a holiday. They were "up with the lark," as
they say in Old England;-" up with the blue-
bird," as they say in New England.
"How are you going to get the boat down
to the river, Tom ?" asked Mixon, as he was
going off to the mills, to his daily occupation.
Pat Malony is going to take her down on
his cart when he goes for a load of stone.
He's about the best Irishman I ever did see.
There he comes now, as smilin' as a basket of
chips. I'll help him put the boat on his cart."
Pat stopped his oxen, and touching the old
blue woollen cap, with a red tassel in the centre,
perched on one side of his head, said, the top
o' the morning to ye," and sprang to the
This way, Mr. Malony," said Tom; there
she is, in the wood-yard."
"And a beautiful cratur she is," said Pat,
touching his cap to Bessie, who stood by the
boat, wearing a pink sun-bonnet, a bright new
calico dress, and a little red cloak. It was a
grand day for Bessie and Tom,-that May-
day. Tom laughed at Pat's mistake, saying,
"The boat, I mean the boat, Mr. Malony."
"And shure she's a jewel too, my honey,
and it's not everybody's son can do such
wonthers as you can; darlint, ye ought to be a
The boat was lifted into the cart, and Pat
"Come childers, in wid ye. Ye can ride in
the boat, and no danger of being capsized."
"Stay a minute, till I shut up Sancho, and
get our dinner basket," said Bessie. "Poor
fellow!" she continued, "you must take good
care of the house. There now, good bye,
dear," and she locked Sancho into the kitchen.
With the dinner basket on her arm, she
might have been taken for little Red-Riding-
Hood, going to see her grandmother.
Mixon waved his hat to them as they drove
off in the ox-cart. "Safe sailing to you by
land and by water," said he, and then he
trudged on to his daily task with a thankful,
LAUNCHING THE BOAT.
And the children were happier than Whit-
tington, when he was Lord Mayor of London,
and rode in his gilded coach.
As they drove along, Pat said:-" Now, my
honies, I've a bit of advice to give ye. The
river runs like a racer, and ye must take a
start some ways up if ye wants to get aisy to
the island. I'll drive along on the. bank till
we comes to the right place. Ye may know it
again by a stake, that's jist there to fasten the
beautiful boat to, with a nice shelf over it."
Thank you, Mr. Malony; I might not have
thought of the current."
They soon came to a turn in the road, and
Pat drove for a while through a narrow path
on the bank of the river.
Oh, there is our sweet island !" exclaimed
Bessie, clapping her hands. Pat now made an
abrupt turn, and after a few severe jolts, the
cart was dragged by the oxen down to the
"Ye sees this is a first-rate landing-place,"
said Pat, "and there yonder under the bank,
is the stake to tie the cratur to. We'll have
her on the water before ye can spake two
words. But first, Tom, take out your oars,
and then let me take out the young leddy."
Bessie did not wait for help; she sprang
to the ground as light as a bird.
"Now, ye sees, I must jeest turn the
cart round, and then we'll dump the boat into
And Pat drove his oxen into the shallow
water, and after "hawing" and "geeing"
so loudly as to make the quiet spot ring
with the sound, he succeeded in turning the
cart. He then tied the long rope, which was
fastened to the stern of the boat, to one of
the stakes of the cart; then pulled out the
iron spike from the cart, and dumped it. The
boat glided out swiftly the full length of
the rope, and then by a sudden jerk came back
As beautiful a launch as ever was seen by
these two eyes," exclaimed Pat, while Tom and
Bessie clapped their hands and shouted for joy.
The little boat itself seemed to rejoice too,
like a fish who had regained its native ele-
"She sets on the weather like one of the
LA~flWTCEnG THE BOAT.
beautiful swans at Castle Clonmarthige," said
Pat. "Honey, do you know how to row "
"To be sure I do," replied Tom. "I have
rowed on the mill-pond ever since I was knee
high to a grasshopper, and I can swim like a
fish; so there's no danger, Mr. Malony. Good
bye," and Tom slipped into Pat's hand a
sixpence. It was all the money the boy had
in the world.
No, no; do ye mean to insult me !" said
Pat; botherationn! can't I do ye a kindness
without takin' your bit o' money. Let me
see you sitting up crank in your boat, and then
He untied the rope, snatched up Bessie and
lifted her in. Tom seized the oars and sprang
in, after her. Pat gave Bessie directions how
to sit in the right place; then he shoved the
boat, and off she went. Tom worked the oars
like a real sailor, and shouted back Hurra !"
to Pat, who swung his old blue cap, and made
the woods ring with "Hurra I Hurra! Hurra !"
IT was well that Tom had been advised
about the current, for it ran so swiftly that
it would have been almost impossible for him
to reach the island, from a point directly
opposite. As it was the current aided him,
and the boat in about twenty minutes reached
the island. The. shore where they first
approached it was rocky, and Tom rowed
along till he came to the southern side, where
there was a good landing-place, which he
called "the beach." There they landed.
"I take possession of this island in the
name, and by the name of, Bessie. From this
time it shall be called Bessie's Island,'"
shouted Tom, as he stood with one foot in the
BnIsE 's ImLmmD.
boat and the other upon the shore. Bessie
sprang out of the boat, laughing heartily at
Tom's grand speech.
There is no stake to tie the boat to; what
are you going to do now ?" asked Bessie.
"Do! I know what to do. Bring a stone-
as large a one as you can lift, and I will fasten
this rope around it, and anchor the boat."
Bessie ran a short distance, put down her
dinner-basket, and after awhile found a large,
rough stone. She came lugging it along, with
both arms around it, and dropped it as near as
possible to the boat.
That will keep her anchored," said Tom,
as he let the stone drop into the water."
He then threw the oars in the boat, and
"I did not think Bessie's Island was so
large," said Tom; "why, there are-let me
see-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
trees-good, large trees, and all these cedar
bushes-huckle berry bushes, too. I wonder
how they came. And, I declare, here's a
currant bush. Isn't it queer ?"
"But, Tom, what right have we to this
island," inquired Bessie, thoughtfully.
Tom.-It is an uninhabited island.
Bessie.-It must belong to some body.
Tom.-I don't think it does. Well, we shall
do no harm to any body by staying upon
it whenever we please. So take all the com-
fort you can on Bessie's Island.
Beesie.-It sounds like Martha's Vineyard
-the island we studied about last winter.
Where shall we put our dinner-basket while
we wander about it?
Tom looked around, and soon discovered a
flat rock that, he said, would do nicely for a
dinner-table. There they left the basket. They
then commenced exploring the uninhabitable
It was of the immense size of half an acre.
That was quite large enough for their fancy.
The bright river, with its blue little waves,
now glittering in the sun, surrounded the
lovely island, dashed up its spray among the
rocks on the shore. In midsummer the river
was much more shallow. At present it was
swollen with the snow that had melted and
come down from the hills and mountains, and
was a quarter of a mile broad. The island
lay directly in the middle. At the distance
of about a mile below were the mills-four or
five large brick buildings, filled with windows,
and six stories high. The dark smoke from
the steam engines rose high in the air, and
passed over the distant hills.
Nearer was Rose Lawn, the mansion of Mr.
Cramer. Through the trees might be seen the
front of the house, with its white piazza. After
admiring the view on the southern side of the
island, Tom and Bessie passed over to the
northern side. The banks of the Ousa were,
in some places, rocky and wild, covered with
woods to the very edge. In these places the
stream was narrower. Where it widened there
were meadows, now looking like the richest
green velvet. Tom had a natural taste for the
"How I wish I could draw," said he; "I
might make a beautiful picture for you, Bessie,
to hang up in your parlor."
Besaie.-You know there is no such word
as cad't in your dictionary."
Tom.-That is true, Bessie, but I have got
something else to do besides draw, to amuse
myself and ornament your parlor; Here is a
nice place to sit, under this tree; we will here
talk over what I intend to do. But first, let
me spread down my handkerchief on the
Tom took out his clean cotton pocket-hand-
kerchief, and carefully spread it out for Bessie.
He then threw himself beside her, and con-
"Father, you know, will get to be old one
of these days, and he hasn't anything laid up
for old age, or if he should get sick. We
ought to do a great deal for him when he is so
kind to us."
"So we ought; what can we do and
Bessie's dark eyes filled with tears at the
thought of sickness and old age, which might
come to her kind father.
Tom.-Oh, I can do a great deal. I am
going to learn to be a chemist.
Bessie.-A chemist I What is that ?"
Tom.-Father has often said if he only
knew how to mix dye stuffs, he could get
double the wages he now does. I am going
to study about chemistry and dyeing, and then
I can help him, and we will lay up money
against time and need come.
Bessie.-But how can you learn all this?
Tom.-I am going to buy some books to
study, and then I will try experiments here, on
Besmie.-Where will you get the money to
Tom.-I know. What do you think put it
into my head.
Bessie.-I'm sure I don't know; you are
always having queer notions come into your
Tom.-Well; I read in a life of John Fitch,
the Connecticut man, who invented steam-
boats, that when he was a boy his father was
too poor to buy him books, and John wanted a
geography. Only think, he had not even a
geography. That was many years ago, Bessie,
when they didn't have geographies so common
as we do now. Well, John Fitch begged his
father, who was a cross, crabbed old fellow,
not like our kind father-John begged for an
out-of-the-way piece of ground to plant with
potatoes, that he might sell them in the fall,
and buy the geography that he longed for.
Now, in imitation of John Fitch, I am going
to ask father for half of what I can raise in
the garden more than we can use, and I will
sell the vegetables and buy the books and
things that I want.
Bessie.-)id John Fitch raise potatoes
enough to buy the book
Tom.-Almost; and the merchant who
bought it for him, made up the rest. I believe
John paid him afterwards.
Bessie.-I don't quite understand how you
mean to do, Tom.
Tom.-You know there are a great many
folks down in the village, who have no gar-
dens. What I mean to do is, to supply some
of them with vegetables from ours. We will
have all we can eat ourselves, and for what is
over I will divide the profits with father: in
that way, you see, I will earn something for
him and something for myself, too.
"Capital capital!" shouted Bessie; "what
a boy you are, Tom I"
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Tom.-The corn, potatoes, and pumpkins
in the field, are for winter use; so I shan't
touch them, of course-only the summer vege-
Bessie.-I can help you-oh, I can help
you-I can weed, and I can fix the things so
nice to go to market; tie up the beautiful
radishes, and put them in a basket with fresh,
green peppergrass: I think I see them now
peeping out from among the fresh green.
Tom.-And father can take our vegetables
every day when he goes to market, and leave
them at the store to be sold, and bring home
the basket every night.
Bessie.-How you do think of everything!
Tom.-And now, Bessie, let us go to work.
Bessie.-What shall we do I
Tom.-Don't you see all that wood, and all
the rails and logs yonder, that have drifted
ashore. Suppose we build a house here.
Bessie jumped up from the ground, clapped
her hands, exclaiming-
Wouldn't that be delightful I'll take off
my cloak, and pin my frock up, and help
Tom.-We'll draw up the timber to this
place; for it is the best place for the purpose
in the island. Under these trees we will build
And they went to work, and dragged up to
the place some of the rails and pieces of wood
and timber that had floated down the river,
and lodged upon the island. They thus
amused themselves till the sun was over
"Now," said Tom, "it must be twelve
o'clock, and I am glad, for I am as hungry as
They went to the place where Bessie had
left the dinner-basket.
She took out a clean, brown towel, and
spread it upon the flat rock. Then she care-
fully unpacked the basket.
The bread and butter, nicely cut and spread,
she laid upon the cloth; some corned beef, cut
in thin slices; some of Tom's favorite water-
cresses, and a dried-apple pie. Even vinegar
and salt were. not forgotten. To be sure, they
had but two plates, and no knives or forks;
but that did not spoil their appetites.
"What a pity you did not think to bring
some water," said Tom.
"Didn't I, Tom," exclaimed Bessie, exult-
ingly, as she drew from the basket a bottle of
water and a bright tin cup.
"I declare, Bessie, you are the best little
housekeeper that ever was; you didn't forget
anything. I will put two stones here for seats,
and then we shall dine like a king. Surely no
king could dine with a better appetite."
The bread and butter and corn-beef were
pronounced excellent-the water-cresses de-
licious, and the pie was considered the best
that ever was tasted-certainly the best that
ever was eaten on Bessie's Island.
Not a morsel remained of the contents of
the basket, excepting half the pie, which was
reserved for a bite," as Tom said, before they
left the island.
Tom.-Now, I am going to draw the plan
of my house, and build a place for a fur-
Bessie.-A furnace! What is that
Tom.-I will show you.
He took out a piece of chalk and began
drawing upon the flat rock, which had served
them for a dinner-table, the plan.
Here, you see, must be the door-here a
a window-here the roof-there the stone
chimney. This is the outside. Inside I shall
have a fire-place and furnace. Here shall be
the furnace, built of stone. I am going to try
experiments in colors."
Bessie.-It is funny to see you take out
that piece of chalk, and when you have made
a few dashes and scrawls, look up as if the
thing was already done to a T.
Tom.-It is done in my mind.
Bemsie.-We shall bring it nearer to done,
by getting some more stuff together.
Tom.-That's you, Bessie! Somehow we
go together just like a bow and arrow. The
bow could do nothing without the arrow, and
the arrow nothing without the bow.
So the children went to work and collected
a heap of stones and more wood, and laid
them on the spot chosen for the house.
How short the day has been," said Tom,
after they had worked a couple of hours.
" There goes the sun down towards the west,
and we must leave by and by."
We must leave now," said Bessie; for it
will take us some time to get home."
Tom.-Not quite yet; I just want to lay a
row of stones in a square, to mark out the
place and size of the house.
Beasie.-Come, Tom ; if you have any fault
in the world, it is, not leaving off a thing when
you ought to leave off.
You talk to me as if you were a year older
instead of a year and two months younger
than I, and as if you were a boy instead of a
girl," said Tom, somewhat impatiently, as he
kept on placing the stones in a square form.
Besie.-Don't be vexed, brother; I only
meant to say that you go about a thing so
earnestly, so fiercely, that you don't know how
to leave off. I don't mean to order you; but
didn't you say we were like an arrow. The
arrow wants to be off, and the bow won't help
Tom.-Pretty good for you, Bessie. I
will just turn this corner, and then I have
done. Shouldn't you say the house would be
about eight feet square
Yes, just about," said Bessie, who by this
time had tied on her little red cloak and pink
sun-bonnet, and was standing with her basket
on her arm, all ready for a start.
Well, here goes," said Tom, looking at the
foundation of his house, as if very unwilling
to leave it."
Bemsie.-Come, come; you know since we
have once got here, it will be easy enough to
get here again.
Tom.-I never spent so charming a day in
all my life. Come again! That we will, every
They now hurried across the little island,
and there was the boat safely riding at an-
chor-the anchor being high and dry on the
Off and away over the blue water," shout-
ed Tom, plying the oars, while Bessie sat in
the stern of the boat, steering according to
After rowing a short distance, Tom found
the current was setting very strongly in the
opposite direction to that which he wished to
go. Pat's advice for getting to the island was
very good; but for getting from it, the landing-
place by the stake was the worst that could
have been chosen. Tom rowed with all his
might, but found himself, in spite of all his
exertions, going far below the spot he attempt-
ed to reach.
Never mind," said he, courageously; when
we come near the banks of the river, we shall
be out of the current, and can row along in
shallow water till we reach the landing-place.
I wish I could help you row; it is a very
hard work," said Bessie.
"Oh, I like it of all things," replied Tom,
pulling with such vigor at the oars, that the
perspiration rolled in large drops over his face.
They were soon out of the current, and in the
shoal-water by the banks. Tom rowed now
with less exertion.
Hulloa! there !" cried a voice from the
bank of the river. Tom and Bessie looked up.
There stood George Cramer and Ada, with
Howard Framingham, looking over a low
fence near the edge of the bank which ter-
minated the grounds of Rose Lawn.
Hulloa, there, I say," cried George, spring-
ing over the fence, and running down the slop-
ing bank to the edge of the river, followed by
"What business had you over there, on that
island? We have been looking at you through
a spy-glass all day," said George.
You might have been in better business,"
said Tom, rowing as fast as he could.
The boys on the bank continued running
after the boat, and keeping up with it.
"What impudence," exclaimed George,
pointing at the stern of the boat-" Ada !"
There, sure enough, was painted, in large
white letters, ADA."
"What business have you to name your
boat after my sister ?" demanded George,
I have a right to name my boat just what
I please," replied Tom, looking straight for-
ward the way he was rowing.
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it splashed into the river along side the boat,
and dashed the water all over Bessie.
That is mean, George Cramer," said Howard
Framingham; "mean to attack a boy when he
cannot defend himself. Fair play."
George.-But he has no right to paint my
sister's name on his ugly red boat.
Howard.-He has a right to call it Queen
Victoria, if he chooses.
George.-He may call it Vic," if he
chooses; but he shan't call it Ada.
Howard.-I thought this was a free coun-
George.-It is; but that fellow has no right
to insult my sister.
Tom, meanwhile, had rowed out a little far-
ther from the river's bank, where the current
was stronger, and the difficulty of rowing
much greater. Howard shouted to him,
Come up nearer to the bank, my brave
lad; he shan't hurt you."
Ada, by this time, had joined the boys.
Please, brother," said she, do not trouble
those children; they are honest Bran Mixon's
-Tom and Bessie."
One of our workmen! Honest, with a
witness What right have they to go to fa-
ther's island, and put your name on that red
Tom had rowed nearer to the shore, so that
the name was very plainly seen.
"Ada exclaimed she. "Why that is a
very pretty compliment. Don't you think so,
I have no doubt it was meant for a com-
pliment," replied Howard.
While they were saying this, George had
run on as fast as he could, and had got in
advance of the boat.
"There will be mischief when the poor fel-
low tries to land," said Howard, rushing after
George as fast as his short legs could carry him.
Some trees grew upon the bank so closely
that the boys were obliged to turn off from the
river, and for a few moments lost sight of it.
They came at last upon the road which Pat
had taken in the morning with his cart, and
following that they soon reached the abrupt
turning which the Irishman had taken when
he launched the boat.
George reached the place just as Tom was
tying the boat to the stake. Bessie was stand-
ing just by the edge of the water, waiting for
her brother. George now ran down the sandy
bank swiftly, and splashed into the water up
to his knees before he could stop himself.
That is good for you," said Howard, as he
came in sight; "I hope it has cooled your
"Not a bit of it," cried George, stooping
down and dashing the water with his hands
I thought you were a young gentleman,"
said Bessie, without moving from the spot
where she waited for her brother. "I have
heard talk of such a thing as good manners.
Is this the way to show them ?"
As she said this, she took off the pink sun-
bonnet, out of which the water had taken the
stiffening, and stood with her head uncovered,
and her light flaxen curls falling about her
face and shoulders, a rose-glow upon her
cheeks, and her blue eyes sparkling with mer-
Bessie was not like Ada-a timid child;
she hardly knew what fear was; she was
small for her age, but active and nimble as a
Come, Tom," she said, let us run for it.
With both oars over your shoulder you can
run faster than that coward who throws stones
at a little girl. Water I don't mind a bit," she
continued, as George again splashed the water
at her with his feet.
You are a brave girl," said Howard.
Tom walked deliberately up the bank, and
laid down the oars.
Now, George Cramer, what have you got
to say," said Tom to George, who had followed,
and now stood beside him.
George.-That you are a thief and a rascal.
Tom.-How do you prove it?
George.-You stole that boat, and painted
my sister's name on it.
Tom.-I made the boat myself, and painted
it too, just as I pleased.
George.-You are a liar, too; for you
never could make it-you know you never
Besaie.-Come, Tom, there's no use in answer-
ing a boy who talks after that fashion. Let us
Tom.-He shall first take back what he has
Howard.-So he shall; it is no more than
fair; he has no right to call a boy hard names
without he can prove that he deserves them.
George.-It is no business of yours, Howard
Farmingham; I wish you would let me settle
Howard.-Certainly I will. I only want
to see fair play. You are about equally
matched. Suppose you fight it out.
George.-I don't care to fight, for I should
beat the poor fellow all to jelly.
Bessie.-You had better not try, for Tom
is as strong as a lion, and as fierce, too. It is
all I can do now to keep his hands off from
As Bessie said this, one hand was laid
gently upon Tom's arm. He shook it off im-
"I must give him such a drubbing as he
Bessie whispered in his ear-
"Remember what our dear mother used to
say,' Bear and forbear.'"
The fierce expression passed from Tom's face,
and he said:
"Well, Bessie, you are wiser than I am;
we will go home;" and then taking up his
oars, shouldered them, and was marching off.
"Coward, coward !" shouted George.
I can't bear that Bessie-I can't, in-
deed!" exclaimed Tom, about to lay down
"I didn't think the lad would show the
white feather," said Howard.
Bessie.-He is no coward.
.Howard.-Why don't he fight, then, and
settle the affair.
Bessie.-Ah, sir, our dear mother, who is
now in Heaven, told Tom it was better to for-
give an injury than to resent it.
And so it is, little Bessie," said Ada, step-
ping out from behind some bushes where she
had been trembling with fright.
Thus encouraged, Tom turned to George, and
"I spare you a beating now; but look out
BREIE 5 ISLAND.
how you insult me when there is nobody by to
"I shall tell my father of that scamp's do-
ings, and he will punish him, I'll warrant,"
said George, shaking his fist at Tom as he
marched off, with an independent, proud air.
Howard.-Can it be that those are the chil-
dren of one of the operatives at the factory.
They speak perfectly good English.
Ada.-Why should they not? They go to
the district school every winter.
Howard.-I never heard poor children in
England speak and act like them. The girl is
one of the most spirited little creatures that I
ever saw, and the boy, though he wouldn't
fight, is a noble fellow.
George.-I declare! This is the first time
you have praised anything in America.
Howard.-It is the first time I have seen
anything that has excited my admiration.
Ada.-It is getting late, we must run
home; and they started rapidly for Rose
Mixon was not so sleepy as usual the even-
ing of that 1st of May.