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AND OTHER STORIES
KATE TANNATT WOODS
AUTHOR OF "TOOTS AND His FRIENDS," SI LITTLE REBELS," "DOCTOR DICK,"
"OUT AND ABOUT," ETC.
IL USTRA TED
CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED
NEW YORK, LONDON AND PARIS
By O. M. DUNHAM.
PRESS OF J 4. LITTLE & CO.,
. o 10o 20o ASTO PLACO, NEW Y0OK.
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TWICE Two ........................... 7 7 ,
JIM'S OLD HAT .......................... 3 1
A TRIP WITHOUT BOOK .................... 20
THE LITTLE MAIL CARRIERS .............. 28
DULAH........ ................... 31
THE ITALIAN MERCHANT ............... 3 -
UNCLE WASH'S STORY ...... .............. 42
THE WORST BOY IN SCHOOl ............... 48
THE BISON OR BUFFALO ................... 50
BABY TREE-TOP ...................... .... 54
MORNING CALLERS..................... . 60o
A SPANISH WATER CARRIER. ............. 63-
JACK'S SKATING PARTY ................. ...... .. ........... .. 66
FIDE'S BABY................................................ 69
CURIOUS NELL................... .............. ..... .......... 72
THE DEER ............................................ .... 75
T HE O STRICH .............. ... .................. .......... 78
WHAT HAPPENED TO NETTA ............................ . 81
NETTA'S LESSON ........ .................................. 84
OLD TOWSER .................... ........ ................ 87
A LITTLE SISTER OF CHARITY.. .............................. 90
EVENING PRAYER ................................. ........... 93
SJ AVE you sold any, Percy ?" asked
""- a pale girl of twelve, as her
brother bounded into the room
"where she sat, trying in vain to
,''mend some worn-out stockings.
Sold heaps, Fifee, and now
you shall have some breakfast.
:.. Where is Two?"
S" Fast asleep, poor baby; she
cried for milk and I had none to
"Never mind, she shall have
.'i some now. You have been
thinking about mother; I know
"you have. Don't do it, Fifee; it
"" ..' only makes you tired. Come,
S" I'll make some fire and you shall
S. set the table while I go out for
"bread and milk."
Fifee put away her work-basket and began to bring out
the cups and saucers which her dear mother had so often
told her were of great value.
When Percy returned, both children sat down to their
simple meal, while little Twice Two still slept on a bed
in the corner.
Percy, dear," said Fifee, I wish you could find the
gentleman who wanted to paint my picture. Perhaps he
would pay me for it and then we could get wood and coal."
"You were a silly puss to run away when he asked
you. It was your hair he liked, Fifee; everybody thinks
your hair is beautiful."
Mamma used to say so Oh, Percy, I miss her more
and more. At night when baby cries I want to cry with
her, and I can never, never see why God took her away."
"What was it the gentleman said to you?" asked
Percy, whose own eyes were getting moist.
He asked if I would come to his studio and let him
paint my hair, and he told me to run home and ask my
mother; and then I cried and said, She is dead, sir; there
is no one to ask;' and I thought of her, and how much
she loved pictures, and then I ran home and I suppose he
thought I was very rude."
A few days after this sad talk over their breakfast,
Fifee and Percy were taking Twice Two out for a walk,
when a handsome gentleman passed near them and said,
Ah, here you are, Spun Gold; I thought I should see you
somewhere. Will you come up and let me paint your pict-
ure? My studio is close by ? "
If Percy can come too, and you will pay us, as you
said, for we are very poor, sir."
How much can you pay us, sir?" asked Percy.
Fifty cents to-day, my boy, and as much more if she
will come to-morrow."
We will go, Fifee," said the boy, resolutely; and they
followed the artist to his work-room, where Percy wan-
dered about while Fifee sat as the artist placed her.
"Is that a copy of Guido's Victory of Samson ?" asked
the boy, suddenly.
The artist dropped his brush and looked at the lad in
Where did you ever hear of Guido, boy ?"
My mother told me, sir; I was born in Italy."
And was your sister born there, too ? "
No, sir; Fifee was born at sea."
Have you a father, my boy ?"
No, sir; he died abroad."
Well, walk about and look at my pictures all you
wish. I should like to have known your mother. I, too,
once lived in Italy."
We were happy there, very happy," said Percy with
a wistful glance at his sister. Mamma had many friends
then, and she used to read to us, and Fifee went to a fine
Do you live alone in the city ?"
Since mamma died we have stayed in the same room
The sun shines in there sometimes, and the rent is cheap.
I pay part by selling papers, and Fifee pays the rest by
minding the landlady's children sometimes."
"I might get you some engravings to sell. Would
you like that ? "
Anything that is honest, sir."
Then you can try it. But what is the little one's name ?
I must paint her too, she has such a droll, curly pate."
Her name is Lou, sir, or Louise. She calls it Tuo,
so we nicknamed her Twice Two."
Why don't you put her into some home ?"
Put our baby away? Oh, sir, we couldn't! Mamma
left her to us, and we love her dearly, and nights after she
goes to sleep we study our German and French just as
we did with mamma, and some day we shall teach her."
"You are a brave boy," said the artist.
Oh, no," said Percy, Fifee is the brave one. She
has done everything for us since mamma died, and some
day I mean to have her sing, for she has a guitar, and
the dear mother taught her to play."
Aha so mty little sitter is a musician Well, well,
She must bring her guitar and sing for me while I paint
little Two, and I will ask my good mother to look after
you all. That mother of mine has a place in her heart
for all motherless little ones."
Day after day the children went to the studio, and one
fine day little Twice Two's picture hung on the walls of
the Art Gallery. Hundreds of visitors admired it, and
when a wealthy gentleman gave the artist a large sum of
money for it he said half of it belonged to the little girl.
Twice Two goes to school now, and Fifee studies with
the artist's mother, while Percy has a good salary for a
boy, and is very proud and happy when he goes home at
night to his dear sisters.
JIM'S OLD HAT.
O you really liked the old farm and the queer
rooms where your mother used to play?"
asked grandma when Floy came home from
her trip to the country.
It was just splendid, grandma You see
'Tudy-isn't 'Tudy a shocking name for Ger-
( trude ?-'Tudy and I went everywhere, and
Jim and our Harry were devoted to each other.
Aunt Margie asked Harry if he was not ashamed of his
brown-fisted, barefooted cousin, and I think he was a little,
but he did not like to own it.
One day we met the Marks family, and the Hough-
tons, when we went to the village, and they inquired for
you all, and we said you were in Europe, and Miss Sallie
wanted to know if we were boarding up there, and Harry
said 'No !' but 'Tudy spoke up in her bright way and
said, 'Oh, no, miss, they are my cousins.' Miss Sallie
smiled and looked straight at Jim's bare feet, but Mrs.
Marks said, very kindly, 'You must introduce me, Floy.
-I knew your uncle when he was in Harvard college, and
these, I presume, are his children.' Then I introduced her,
and she was very nice, but Miss Sallie was not."
So my Harry was a little ashamed of his country
cousin, was he?" said Mrs. Rutherford with a smile.
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" Well! well he will learn better in a few years. Worth,
not wealth or dress, is the only just measurement."
Perhaps he wasn't ashamed, exactly, but he used to
say that Jim was a grand, good fellow, only so careless
about his dress."
"How did you amuse yourselves for three long
Why, Grandma Rutherford, it all seemed like a
week. We rode to market, and went berrying, and had
picnics, and worked ever so much. I feel very lazy since
I have seen 'Tudy at home. Why, grandma, she makes
bread, and washes dishes, and amuses baby, beside getting
her lessons and sewing a little every day, and then we had
lovely trips to the woods, where we gathered ferns and
clematis. Jim said you told him once that beautiful
things in the home helped us to think beautiful things
and lead better lives. You see, Jim does up his chores
and then he comes in and sits down to read a little while.
One day Harry went to market with uncle and Jim went
up-stairs to amuse the children and mind baby, while
'Tudy and I went into the kitchen to make a cake with
aunt Margie. We left the beds to air and hurried away
while the fire was good, and when we came back Cousin
Jim had put everything in order. The beds and baby's
crib were all tucked in nicely, and Jim had brushed up
his curly locks and was busy making a domino castle for
our Grace, while baby was fast asleep and Jim's Latin
grammar lay on the table. Jim is very handsome,
grandma, when he puts on a clean collar and brushes his
hair neatly. I wish you could have seen aunt Margie's
JIM'S OLD HAT.
face when she found her room in such perfect order.
She went up to Jim and gave him a kiss, and all she said
was' Thankyou, dear !' How good Jim is !' I exclaimed;
and Aunt Margie said, 'Yes, dear, I don't think I could
keep house without my faithful little workers, for we can-
not get many servants in the country.' "
"Jim thinks of everything," said 'Tudy, and I blunder
along and have to be told things to do. I should like, of
all things, to have done this, but I didn't, and I should
probably be sitting there reading a story, with poor baby
fretting and fretting, until you would walk in and say, in
that tired voice of yours, 'Tudy, can't you care for little
"Auntie said, 'Your heart is all right, 'Tudy, and the
thoughtfulness will come. Who helped in the kitchen this
morning but you ?'
I couldn't begin to tell you all about our good times,
but they are coming here to Thanksgiving, and then you
will hear about it."
Thanksgiving came at last, and with it all the Ruther-
fords. Floy and Harry went down in the carriage to
meet them, and poor, foolish Harry was vexed to hear two
of his schoolmates remark in passing : Gracious, what a
hat Just come down, I guess." The simple truth was
that Jim's felt hat was not made in the latest style, and
some of the city boys were rude enough to stare and
make remarks, one boy calling after him, What will you
take for your beaver? "
"Ten dollars, cash," said Jim, good-naturedly.
It would take a long time to tell of Harry's mortifica-
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tion concerning the unfortunate hat. Jim positively re-
fused to buy anew one, and Harry's father would not inter-
fere. At last Harry appealed to grandma, who only smiled
and said, Harry would learn the secret quite soon enough."
In vain they all laughed and teased. Jim had a better
use for his cash, he said, and on Thanksgiving day they
should know all about it. Thanksgiving came at last,
and all the aunts and cousins were assembled at the
Rutherfords' in New York. Even the Boston cousins,
and the country cousins, down to the wee baby whose
picture had just been taken, were present, and when all
were assembled about the large tables in the dining-
room, Thomas, the butler, brought in a large box and
placed it on a side table. Harry's father cut the cords
with his own hands and said : Now, good friends, the
mystery of the old hat will be explained ; only grandma
and I were in the secret." Wrapping after wrapping was
removed until all saw twelve handsome volumes directed
to Jim's "mother, from her big boy." And then the
whole story came out, how Jim had worn his best suit
two years, how he wouldn't buy new shoes any oftener
than possible, and why he refused to buy a fashionable
hat. Little by little he had saved his allowance in order
to purchase for his patient, loving mother some long-cov-
eted books. It was not Jim's way to have it talked
about, and he had requested the servant to send them to
his mother's room, but grandma and uncle ordered other-
wise, so Jim blushed and smiled when they praised him,
and at last laughed outright when Harry said: See here,
old fellow, I am proud of you, and your old hat, too."
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HE young gentlemen have
come ma'am," said Nancy,
as she opened the school-
room door, and they wish
to know if they can come
up ? "
"In ten minutes," said
So the boys waited pa-
tiently until they were sum-
moned to the school-room,
"where George and Charlie's
Sisters, with cousin Madge,
met every day. It was a long way to the best school for
girls, so Dr. Grantham and his wife decided to employ a
"home teacher for their daughters, and Madge Grantham,
their cousin, shared her instructions with them.
We have had the jolliest rule laid down for us," said
Charlie. Not a book to be looked at throughout the
Oh dear I should be miserable," said Nellie.
So should I, without my magazines and books," said
I shouldn't shed a tear if I never saw a Latin grammar
again," said Charlie; but here comes mother."
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"The term has ended; we are free at last. Now tell
us about your great vacation secret."
Well," said mamma, we propose to give Miss Man-
ton a long vacation, also, and all my family, including
Madge, will be in readiness to start on a travelling tour
Any books ? "
Not unless you expressly wish it. In fact, I think
we will try six weeks without a book, Bibles excepted."
How, when, and where do we go ?"
In the large carriage, and you boys are to obey my
every word, and drive where I bid you. When we reach
our farthest point your father will try to join us."
What baggage ? asked George, who was getting old
enough to care for appearances.
Stout clothing and boots for all, one small hand-bag
for each, one rifle, fishing rods, and rain-cloaks."
Good !" exclaimed the children in chorus.
Where shall we eat and sleep ?"
Eat whenever we can find a farm-house, and sleep
when we must."
Better yet ; I say, Geordie, this is a lark ; if the little
General planned it, she deserves a kiss."
The Little General was the pet name given to Mrs.
Grantham by the children."
Does Parrot go ? "
Of course. Could your mother leave her four-year-
old behind ? "
On Monday morning at five o'clock all were ready.
Dr. Grantham put in the bags and a large basket of
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lunch, beside a camp coffee-pot and warm rugs for the
mountain region. The rifle was carefully put in a safe
place and at last the good-byes were said.
Romp, race, and recuperate," said the doctor, and
forget studies, except such as your mother may give
"No more horrid practising," said Madge, with papa
to stand by and say, Try that measure again, daughter.'
I wished I loved to practise, but I do not."
"And no more horrid Latin," said Charlie. It may be
nice to understand when you are grown up, but it is fear-
fully slow now."
The first morning passed all too soon, and the July sun
was growing oppressive when our young friends drew up
before a farm-house. A woman came to the door.
"Could you give us a simple, plain dinner, madam ? "
asked Mrs. Grantham, and arrange your own price for
your trouble ?"
"Wall, I don't know but I could. You look like a
happy sort of party. The men are all out to the south
pasture to-day and I haven't much cooked up, but I can
give you a little something to stay your stomachs."
Charlie sprang over the wheel and began to unfasten
the horses, while George whispered oats."
We would like to buy some oats for our horses and
let them rest," said Mrs. Grantham.
Yes, of course you do. Well, you take 'em right into
the barn and my daughter will come out and help you;
she'd rather handle horses than cook. You walk right in
and I'll pick up something."
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Parrot was fast asleep when the carriage stopped, but
he soon waked up and said "he was starved." Every
one of the party ate heartily, and laughed too, for soon
Parrot, who had been watching some birds near the win-
dow, wanted to know why it was cool under the trees ?
Books wanted," said Nellie.
No you don't," responded her brother, Carrie is
secretary; she can tell us if we have wanted a book to-
Carrie pulled out her note-book and read aloud, the
note-book having been provided by her father for that
I. A discussion concerning a wayside flower. Botany
2. George feared it would rain to-morrow, for we had a
mackerel sky. Mamma said they were cirrostratus clouds.
Dictionary called for.
"Well," said Mrs. Grantham, "we are finding out what
we have to thank books for."
After dinner the farmer's wife brought in some garden
flowers, and the Little General explained their peculiari-
ties-the fly-trap, sun-dew, and other meat-eating plants.
George called them horrid old cannibals." When the
horses were brought up they parted with real regret from
the people they had never seen until that day.
There," said Charlie, if we can find as nice people to
pass the night with we are all right."
All the afternoon the children were learning new
things-now a new flower, a bit of rock, or an unfamiliar
tree. They tried three different houses before they
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could find room for the whole party, although the boys
offered to sleep in the barn. At last a lonely old couple
in a large square house took them in just as Parrot began
to cry for his crib. The second day our young friends
had a picnic in the woods, where they made coffee and
enjoyed the lunch put up at the farm-house in the morn-
ing. At night they were once more kindly cared for, this
time in a small country tavern, and happy were they ; for
next day it poured in torrents and every one found plenty
to do, although books were forbidden. In the evening
they popped corn and made maple candy with the land-
lord's daughter, who was also a schoolmistress. How
the party journeyed on, gaining knowledge and strength,
we have not space to relate, although Parrot said he
" should write a book about it when he grew to be a
man One week passed and then Dr. Grantham joined
them at the Crawford House.
I suppose," said he, slyly, that the time has been
long, and as I do not like to punish my boys in vacation
time, I will permit them to go home in the cars, while we
drive about here."
Suppose I request my gallant drivers to state their
wishes in writing?" said Mrs. Grantham.
Certainly ; if they do not consult books."
Early on the following day a note was found on Mrs.
Grantham's bureau, addressed to
His Honor Dr. Grantiam." It read as follows :
Dear Sir,-We beg leave to report that our journey to
this place has been one constant source of pleasure. We
have studied people and the book of Nature, while the
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lady on the back seat has proved a valuable encyclopaedia.
With your kind permission, we beg to return as we came.
GEORGE B. GRANTHAM.
CHAS. DICKENS GRANTHAM.
The request was granted, and the entire vacation was
spent in visiting new scenes. When at last the horses'
heads were turned homeward, one and all declared that
no written books could have taught them half so much;
and the girls were never tired of talking about the beau-
tiful woods, the moonlight walks, and the nice people
However," said George, I must admit that a trip
without books makes one quite ready for their books
when they return."
"So say we all of us," echoed the others.
THE LITTLE MAIL CAR-
WHEN the army lay at rest
On Potomac's shore ;
When the musketry was hushed,
And guns had ceased to roar;
Then the hopeful hearts grew light,
Faces that were pale
Joyous grew, all looking for
The "donkey-boys and mail.
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Over all the runs and rills,
Came the reckless little rogues,
Our young carrier-boys;
Bringing precious news from home,
Words of love and cheer:
How the baby had a tooth,
How they lived in fear.
Sometimes when the fight was o'er
Hearts were cold and still,
Mourning for the wounded left
On some distant hill.
Then the boys would shouting come,
Over hill and vale,
Turning all the sobs to cheers
For the coming mail.
Always welcome, always bright,
Jolly, noisy boys,
Fearing naught of battle sounds,
Caring naught for noise;
Only bound to reach the spot,
Where the army lay;
Making of their weary lot
Only sport and play.
Happy, cheerful donkey-boys,"
Well you earned your pence;
Many a hard, hard ride had you,
Leaping ditch or fence;
Yet you came on, tried and true,
Through the snow or hail,
Bringing into camp new life
With the daily mail.
ILL you be quiet for a moment, child?"
said Grandma Morris, impatiently, as she
took off her glasses and leaned back in
"I is awful twiet now," said a little girl
with large blue eyes and flaxen hair. My
dollies are all sick, and the doctor gived
'em two teaspoons down their froats and
they cwied and cwied."
I wish you would go into the dining-room with your
sick babies," said grandma; I am tired of your chatter."
Dulah went at once and soon forgot all about the dol-
lies, while Grandma Morris, who was somewhat peevish
and had forgotten how she felt when a little girl, fell fast
asleep. Mamma had gone out to make calls, the other
children were in school, and grandma had promised to
look after Dulah while nurse went to see her sister.
When Dulah entered the dining-room, the first thing she
saw was the large bay window full of plants. She had
seen her mother water them that very day with the dear-
est little watering-pot which always hung in the kitchen
I'll get it and water 'em boo'ful, and mamma will be
so glad," said Dulah.
She pulled open the kitchen door and called Hannah,
but Hannah was up-stairs in her room and would not
come down unless her mistress' bell rang. So Dulah
pushed a chair under the nail where the watering-pot
hung, and then quickly pulled it down and ran to the
sink to fill it with water; then she went in and gave the
flowers their bath. Such a bath as it was! The water
dripped on to the floor and the bay window was covered
with sparkling drops.
"Mamma does some more; she cuts 'em, an' these
gweat big roses need cutting, 'cause I can't see over to
Kitty Moore's yard for 'em."
Dulah found the scissors and began to cut. Down
came geraniums, pinks, oxalis, and all the cherished pets.
Then she remembered that mamma always had some
pretty flowers in a vase. Running quickly through the
hall she brought from the large parlor a delicate china
vase, which her great-great-grandfather had brought
home years before. Into this she put her blossoms and
stood before them saying-
"You are the bewtifullest ones I ever saw."
The English ivy escaped. That was twined about the
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window in fanciful shapes, and Dulah "thinked her
mamma did not cut that." When all this was done the
scissors were wet and dirtv
I'll scour them," said Dulah, as Hannah does the
Away she went to the kitchen where the floor was
wet with drippings from the watering-pot, and in a few
moments her wet, white apron was covered with brick
dust, which she tried to rub off, but it only looked worse
for her pains, so she decided to get more work done.
On the side-board she found a roll of paper which some
one had bought for Christmas decorations.
I'll jus' cut some patterns like mamma, 'cause she is
going to make Lily a new dress."
Dulah had just finished cutting two large sheets into
bits when some one called in the hall, Where's
mother ? "
Gone out calling," was the answer, and then all was
still, until brother Louis, who was in college, came in ask-
ing the same question.
All right; don't let any one disturb me until the tea-
bell rings. I have an awful Greek snarl to unravel."
Then the sisters came in from school, and Grace at
once asked for the pet of the house.
Dear me !" said grandma, "I left her here with her
dollies when I went to sleep."
The dear old lady had forgotten all about the dining-
She has gone up to Hannah's room, I suppose. She
always does when nurse is out."
Dulah," called Grace in the lower hall, but no answer
was returned. Du-lah !" still no answer, and Louis
came into the hall to know what was the matter."
I cannot find Dulah," said she, the dining-room is
in a terrible state, and I dare say she has hid some-
Louis ran down stairs rapidly and uttered a growl as
he looked into the dining-room, but the child was not
there, then he looked into the sewing-room, and there she
lay on the lounge.
Don't 'sturb me, Loo; I is so tired."
You are a very naughty girl," said Louis, sternly.
You deserve a good, smart whipping," said grandma,
but Grace cuddled the little mischief in her arms and
"Why, she is shivering with cold; her clothes are so
Won't mamma be angry," said Lily, only think, all
her lovely roses and carnations ? "
Dulah's papa came home first, and when at last her
mother came she was met by her husband, who said :
"Well, mother, you have your hands full now. Miss
Mischief has been abroad."
Dulah is not hurt ?"
Oh, no she has cut your plants all in bits, and I have
shut her in the library until you arrived."
Dulah was sobbing as if her heart would break. Loo,
her dear, big brother, had called her naughty ; grandma
had scolded weal hard; Lily said she was the worst little
girl she ever saw, and papa. had shut her up. She was
only helping do the work for mamma before the next day
came, and sister Gracie was the only kind one. Her
mother's first words were, I am very sorry, little daugh-
ter, but we will talk about it later."
It was trying to find every flower cut down and de-
stroyed, but Mrs. Morris silenced the children when they
scolded about her.
I think you ought to punish her severely, mamma,"
said Louis; she deserves it."
She is punished now, poor child; she is nearly heart-
broken. No one found amusement for her, and she made
Every one, even papa, thought Dulah's mother too
gentle, except sister Grace, and a little later Dulah whis-
pered; I love you: you wasn't cross. I didn't fink, and
now the pretty flowers can't come back, and, Gracie, I is
so cold and shivery."
All night long Dulah moaned and groaned, and when
morning came she sat up in bed and stared wildly about.
The doctor came in and looked anxious. Dulah was in
a high fever; all day she grew worse, and at night the
doctor came again.
How did she take such a severe cold ?"
Mamma told the story of the watering-pot.
Ah, I see; when she was shut in the library the wet
clothing gave her chills."
Mr. Morris walked the floor saying, She must get
Grandma sat in her room looking pale and anxious;
the girls remained at home, but the boys tried in vain to
study. The house was very, very still. No better,"
said Grace, as Louis came in, and after one look at the
little face on the pillow, he went to his room, taking with
him the little scissors she had held in her dimpled hand.
He would have given all he owned to recall the sharp
words of that night. Grace lifted every leaf found scat-
tered about and pressed them in her Bible. Bert and Lily
whispered together and could not believe the doctor
knew. Then another doctor came, and he too said,
" Yes, it is congestion of the lungs, and a very severe
case, but nothing more can be done." So four long days
went by and the house was hushed and still. Every
room spoke of Dulah, everything reminded the family of
their pet. A week passed, and Dulah seemed better.
She knew all the brothers and sisters now, and they came
in to give her a kiss and walk quietly away. She asked
for flowers and they brought them, but the moment her
eyes rested on them she said, "I will never do it again,
mamma, never; I is so sorry. Please kiss me."
Her mother bent over her and kissed the dear, little
face now so strangely old with suffering, and when she
looked again the little eyes were closed and a smile rested
on her face. It was a sad blow to all of the family when
the doctor said, She is at rest," and they knew that she
would never rtu about the home again.
Just over the bay window, entwined with the ivy, hangs
her picture, and under it are two words-
It is a perfect likeness, and the little arch, winning face
is a precious peace-maker; for whenever angry thoughts
THE ITALIAN MERCHANT.
come and harsh words rise to the lips, they one and all
look up to the smiling little sister's face and remember
the words they can never recall. In the cemetery there
is a little stone marked Julia," but few know that it
means dear little Dulah who could never speak her own
THE ITALIAN MERCHANT.
HIS little fellow will just make four,
And I will train them all, you see,
And march them about upon the street,
To make some money for you and me.
/ The mother shall have good bread to eat,
And baby some shoes to wear,
And you, little sis, a ribbon fine,
To tie up your pretty hair.
When the father sends a letter again,
From that country over the sea,
Then away we will go from Italy,
You, and baby, and mother and me.
So I will train my mice and birds,
And you must keep pussy still;
For mice and birds will bring us gold;
All are too good to kill.
THE ITALIAN MERCHANT.
America must be grand and fine,
Our father says it is so;
He is earning money for us, little sis,
And won't it be fun to go.
Sometimes in a dream I see him there,
With his organ, and Jocko, too;
How good it will be to see them again!
But the father will not know you.
You have grown so tall since he went away,
And the baby he never has seen;
What a beautiful land it all must be!
Come now, I'll harness my team.
My mice must draw their tiny coach,
And the birdies dance and sing,
While the ladies give me money, dear sis
And the children stand in a ring.
My little mice pay, and my birdies too,
For a poor Italian boy ;
So come with me, sis, and harness the mice,
While mother wishes us joy.
When we go, by-and-by, far over the sea,
I will take my coach and four;
And you shall count the money, dear sis,
As we go from door to door.
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UNCLE WASH'S STORY.
HE boys and girls of the Seashore
SClub had made it a fixed rule to tell
one good story, or read one, every
afternoon when the sun was too hot
to go out. All the club had assem-
bled on the broad piazza of the
k Harpers' cottage, when Ned Harper
arose and said :
Ladies and gentlemen of the Shore Spree Club,-I
shall tell my story by proxy. Let me introduce to you
George Washington Randolph, of Virginia, better known
to you as 'Uncle Wash.' "
The old gentleman took the arm chair offered him and
I won't keep you long, 'cause I knows you have a
boat party this evening but seeing' as Mr. Ned wants me
to, I think I'll tell you about Mopsy. You see de ole
Ginral Randolph was mighty rich an' Miss Alice was his
only chile, a nice young lady as ever was raised, only she
hadn't no ma since she was born, and her pa he let her
marry a young gemmen from Kentucky when she was too
young to think much about it. Well, de young folks
went trabbeling, an' in two years after my young misses
she come back with the prettiest little girl baby you ever
see. Her husband, de major, didn't come, and misses
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had a sad look 'bout de eyes, and de ole Ginral he used
some pretty strong words sometimes 'bout Kentucky an'
Kentucky ways. Well one day we was tole to fix up
mighty smart, 'cause little missy was gwine to be chris-
tened. It was a great day, and when de minister he said,
'Name dis chile,' de old Ginral he jis stepped out afore
all his friends and neighbors like an old soldier and he
said in a voice which made some of the folks stare, 'Mary
Peyton Randolph.' Miss Alice stood thar jis like a
white lily. Now my ole woman Looiza, she was a fine
nurse, an' very knownn, an' says she, 'Washennen, mine
wot I tell yer now, Miss Alice hab got a heart hurt,' and
I sed, 'Don't go fer to talk fool talk, ole woman, de
young master '11 come by and by,' but Looiza an' my
boy, Tom's wife, they jis stuck to it, and Looiza sed
pretty forcible, 'See her', Washennen, de Lord He lets
women understand sich things, but a man can't. She's
pinin' an' sick.' After de christening party de Ginral
an' missy and de baby all went away and Looiza went
with-'em an' dey was gone nigh onto two years, an' one
day when I cum in from huntin' dar was my Looiza sit-
tin' thar wid little Missy, who was called Mopsy, right in
her arms. Mopsy was growed right cunning and she put
her little hands round my neck.
"' Whar is she, Looiza ?' sez I.
"' Oh, Washennen,' sez she, 'de Missis has come home
to die; her heart is jis broke; an' sure enough, she jis
faded and faded out, and de Ginral tried every doctor far
and near, but it warn't no use. Miss Alice she tole me to
watch over her chile and her pa and then she left us. I
UNCLE WASH'S STORY.
never did see a man love a child as de Ginral did Mopsy.
He taught her to ride and say lessons to him an de guv-
ness, and he bought her a boat and made her row on de
river every day wid her guvness and friends an' he never
left her 'cept when he went Norf on business. She
growed up amazin', an' was jist like her mar. De Ginral
he was always teaching' her to be brave and strong an'
tellin' her 'bout 'de ole Randolph grit.' One day when
he was gone up Norf, my Tom he cum a running' up and
sed dat one of de steamboats had busted down below and
dey wanted help. Miss Mopsy she started right up an'
sez she-' Saddle old Bess for me quick, while I get
some bandages and things for de suff'rers; we never
knows jist what to expect.' 'Well,' I sez, 'if you will go,
Miss Mopsy, let me go with you. I has seen sum tough
wounds and scalds an' I kin help better then Tom or the
younger boys.' So we went, an' nebber did I see a chile
ride like dat chile. She fairly flew over the groun' to de
river end and down she went right among the wounded
and drowned folks, like she was a growed-up doctor. It
was a bad sight. Some was scalded awful, and one man he
begged Miss Mopsy not to leave him; he was mos' gone
and she sot thar and held his head an' put de cool lime-
water I had brought on ter his scalded face an' limbs. He
looked up at her once an' sez he, 'You look like a friend
of mine. I shall never see her 'gain, but her picture is in
my watch; keep it when I am gone.' He tried to gib it
to her, and I helped him, and Miss Mopsy put it into her
When he was still we went to the others, an' at last we
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found a tiny baby, an' Miss Mopsy sed she would 'dopt
it, 'cause de cap'n said its father an' mother was both
drowned. When it come night, our folks sent down de
carriage an' we went home with the strange baby, and
Miss Mopsy cried all the way. De ole Ginral got home
jis after us, an' when we was tellin' him 'bout de accident
Miss Mopsy pulled out her watch and gave it to de Gin-
ral, an' it mos' made him fall over, for shure as you liv',
thar was her ma's picture, and de stranger man was her
own pa who had grow'd ashamed of his doin's and was
coming' to see her, and ax her would she forgive him."
But what became of the adopted baby ?" asked Ned.
Doan't go fer to ask too many questions, Massa Har-
per, 'cause she ain't far away."
"Henceforth, said Ned, "I shall tell all my stories by
proxy only, but we must know if Miss Mopsy is livin'
Dat, young gemmen, is de truff, an' she is down thar in
Virginny now, as sweet an' kind a lady as you ever looked
on. I often sits in my house an' thinks of de good ole
times, but Looiza sez its improbible, an' Looiza is a known'
one; but if de good Lawd gives us pore old folks brains
ter think with, why we has ter use em, an' no mistake.
Uncle Wash rose from the arm-chair and limped away,
while all the Shore Spree Club clapped their hands.
THE WORST BOY IN SCHOOL.
LASS No. I, stand up !" she said,
A little teacher fair;
And all the lads stood up but one,
A boy with frowsy hair.
"Class No. i, all stand," said she;
The rude boy never moved.
"Ah well," the teacher gently said,
I'll conquer him with love!"
"The balky horse ne'er minds a blow;
The bad boy loves to try
The mettle of his teacher well;
There's mischief in his eye."
Class No. i will all sit down,"
The teacher said again ;
For Walter Ray is not quite well;
We will not cause him pain."
The pupils smiled, but work went on
Until came Walter's turn;
His lips were grimly sealed that day,
He did not wish to learn.
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"All right," the teacher kindly said,
We are not made the same;
I never knew a boy all bad,
Though given a bad name."
The next day, when the order came,
Class No. i, arise !
Walter was first upon his feet,
A glad light in his eyes.
No more he lounges in the barn,
No more he sulks and swears,
No more he soils his pretty books,
Or mumbles o'er his prayers.
And, ever since that summer day,
No pupil in the school
Is prompter with each lesson learned,
And mindful of each rule.
I asked, one day, why this was so,
And, to my great surprise,
Young Walter answered, with a blush,
Our teacher had sharp eyes."
THE BISON, OR BUFFALO.
F( HE large animal of the Ox species commonly
called a Buffalo is properly a Bison. He has
long, shaggy hair in the front of his body, a
heavy beard, and tufts of hair on his knees.
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His forehead is protected by masses of curly hair
which cannot be penetrated by a rifle ball; if one strikes
him there, it usually rebounds or lodges in the thick hair,
only causing the huge fellow to shake his head and bound
on his way. His horns are very black and thick near the
head; his tail is quite short and tufted at the ends.
The Bison Cow is much smaller and is very fond of
her calves. Sometimes she will keep all her children with
her for three seasons.
The flesh of the Bison is much admired, the fat being
richer and sweeter than that of our domestic Ox. The
hump is considered by some to be the most delicious bit,
but we prefer the tongue, which is very delicate. The
Indian hunters cut the flesh into thin slices and dry it in
the open air; this is called jerking it, and the meat can
be kept a long time.
The fur-traders in the North-west pound the dried
meat to a powder and mix with it some of melted tallow;
this is called pemmican, and it is often packed in bags
made of skin so it can be transported.
The Indians depend upon the Bison for food, and they
also make their clothing and tent covers of the skins. Some-
times they call a Bison's skull their Great Medicine."
The skin of the cow is considered better than that of the
male, as the latter skins are very heavy. These robes
furnish a protection against cold when the wool is turned
out and also against rain when it is turned in. The
writer has in use a robe made from a buffalo cow which
was cured by the Indians in the North-west; this is done
in a strange manner by moistening the skin with the
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brains of the animal and working it with the hands until
it is quite soft. In the Museum at Philadelphia some of
these robes can be seen with drawings or paintings upon
them, made by the Indians, representing some of their
These powerful animals travel in large herds, some-
times three, four, and five thousand in number; some
travellers say they have seen the plains black with them.
Sometimes a hunter secures a cow and her calf and in
time they become quite tame. I once saw at a large
Fair in the West a Buffalo Cow," as it was called, with
her young calf; she was very kind and gentle when her
owner approached her, but would not permit any one to
touch her calf even to stroke it.
When the Indians wish to destroy the Bison they
cover a young Indian with a skin having the head, ears,
and horns on ; he then stands near a precipice and the
herd is hurried toward it until, wild with fright, they leap
over and are killed.
This seems a very cruel thing, as more are killed than
are needed for food, and should it'be often done, we
would soon hear no more of the "Monarch of the
Prairie" save in our books.
N the far West, where the great
Mississippi River flows on and
on over rocks and sand, before
it reaches the Falls of St. An-
thony, lived a family of good
people who were compelled to
leave New England on account
of the climate. The wise doc-
tors said it would never do for
Mr. Merton to preach while his
throat was so troublesome, and
one and all advised him to try
farming. It was very hard to
leave the old home, the kind
people in his parish, and his
Sunday-school, but his little
daughter comforted him in a thousand ways, and his
good wife was ready to go anywhere if she might see
him strong and well once more.
They found a snug farm on the banks of the river and
there they began housekeeping, quite alone among
strangers. It was lonely at first, but little by little new
interests came, and at last a dear little baby girl, who was
Bessie's delight and comfort. As the months rolled away
baby grew more and more charming, and the sick papa
grew stronger and happier.
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At Christmas-time the good people in the New Eng-
land parish sent a large box of books, toys, and gifts to their
once loved pastor, and another summer came and went
and another Christmas season found them still happier
than before. New neighbors had arrived and Bessie had
playmates once more. It was a cold, hard winter, and the
children were very glad when the spring days came, al-
though their elders shook their heads and said : If this
weather holds we shall have another freshet and the
river will rise."
Bessie could not understand why people should dread
this. She thought it would be very fine, for the boats
would come up from the towns below, and it must be
grand to see all the little islands covered; and then she
could row over to the Cliftons' on the other side. Her
mother heard her talking of it with her new friend, Agnes
Clifton, and she at once told her of the great loss of life,
the destruction of property, and the sufferings of the
settlers when a freshet occurred some years before. After
that, Bessie was very anxious about the river and in-
quired of every one she saw. concerning it. One night
the family were roused from sleep to hear a neighbor
crying out : Wake up wake up! Mr. Merton! The
dam has broken above, and the water has risen above the
platform at the mills." Mr. Merton rose and dressed at
once. When he went out he found his neighbors much
excited. Rumors had reached them of terrible loss above
them on the river, and many small cabins had already
floated down, some with their occupants still in them.
The old river bank was nowhere visible; shops and
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barns which stood the day before many feet from the
water were now far out in the river.
People were busy everywhere trying to save their
property, and the mill-owners and lumbermen looked
anxiously at the upper bridge. If that goes we are
lost," said a mill-owner to Mr. Merton, "the mills must
go, and we must see our property swept away before our
As he spoke a little cabin passed down the stream and
out of one window looked a pig, which was screaming
Do you think there is any danger when a house
stands as far back as mine ?" asked Mr. Merton.
We never know, sir. I climbed out of a second-story
window to get into a boat during the last freshet, and one
cannot be too cautious; if the river goes on as madly as
it has done for the last three hours, we are all in danger."
Mr. Merton had gone down to the village when the
alarm was first given, but he hurried back to warn his
family. The rushing water roared louder and louder;
houses, barns, sheds, cattle, and even men and women,
went down the angry river and were lost to sight. All
night Mr. Merton worked trying to save some of his
precious books and family treasures, and when daylight
came, the pretty house was nearly covered with water,
while the family took their morning meal in a small sum-
mer-house overlooking the scene.
It was nearly noon when they missed baby, for all had
been working hard to save the poor dumb animals, who
cried aloud for help. When they missed her, at last,
every one remembered that she sat on the step of the
summer house, saying over and over:
Pretty water, pretty water, it sings loud."
They searched for her everywhere but could not find
her, and as the day went by no tidings came, while the
river still rushed and roared like an angry monster. At
nightfall a rescuing party came from the village, and the
family were made welcome in a comfortable house, but
no one could sleep or rest for thinking of baby. Another
day came, and still the river was, angry and cruel, for the
great dam was swept away and thousands of logs rushed
and whirled and crashed on, on, out far away from their
owners. It was a sad morning for hundreds of people,
but saddest of all to the Mertons.
They might take the house and the stock, the farm and
all upon it," said Mr. Merton, if I could only see my
precious baby alive once more." While he was speaking
a stout lumberman entered with a bundle of shawls in his
You are preacher Merton, aren't you ?" he asked.
Well, I kind of think this is your little one. She was
washed into the top of a tree, and two of us rowed over
and got her. Don't know as we could have found her
only for her singing something about the pretty water.' "
Great was the rejoicing that day and for many days
after, when people called to see the baby, who was ever
after called Baby Treetop."
The great river ceased to rise after the streams above
had emptied themselves, and in a few months new mills
were built and new houses stood on the river bank, but
none of the settlers will ever forget the great freshet or
the minister's baby. Mr. Merton's new house stands
farther away from the river and it is much finer
than the old one, for kind Eastern friends sent liberal
donations to them when they heard of their losses and
Baby Treetop's adventures.
OU couldn't stop and speak a word,"
Said sly Miss Pussy Grey;
My daughter and I have come to call,
From the barn just over the way.
You seem so happy and snug up there,
Perhaps you will ask us in,
We are rather tired, I must confess,
I find I am growing thin.
"Oh, kindly, put your head outside,
For a little social talk;
Or, if you can, please open your door,
We might all take a walk.
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" My daughter Blacky is fond of birds;
Indeed, I have heard her say,
She loved your family far, far more,
Than the mice near us in the hay.
"We have very small mice under our floor,
But we can't be friends with such,
And I always chide my Blacky well
If she visits the rabbit-hutch.
"An old, old family like mine you know,
Must be careful to pick and choose;
So do come down for a cheerful talk,
And I'll tell you all the news."
" I have seen you before, Miss Pussy Grey,"
Said the prettiest bird in the cage;
You came one day and ate my mother,
You're a sly and a wicked old sage.
"We, too, must choose our friends with care,
And we don't like to walk with you;
For your words are false, we know too well,
You can bite as well as mew.
"Your claws are hid in softest fur,
Your ways are nice and meek,
But your deeds are very cruel, old cat,
Although you softly speak."
A SPANISH WATER CARRIER.
F you will look on the map
of Europe you will see a
narrow passage of water
called the Straits of Gibral-
tar, and on both sides great
cliffs of rock rise high, mak-
ing a kind of gateway for
all vessels from the Atlantic
Ocean into the Mediterran-
ean Sea. Now look again and
you will see in large letters
"Spain." This is a country
e t of high lands far above the
Level of the sea. Herelived
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who sent out men to sail over the sea and find America.
The southern part of Spain is very pleasant, but the
rest is chiefly mountainous. One of its cities is famous for
its fine schools. This is called Salamanca. Madrid, the
capital, is a large city in the middle of Spain.
The Spaniards raise fine sheep, make wine, and send
away to other countries dried fruits, wool, silk and various
other things. The dress of the Spaniards is quite differ-
A SPANISH WATER CARRIER.
ent from our own, and their language is musical and easy
to learn. One of the drollest things in Spain is the
water carriers; these are mules dressed with gay ribbons
and ornaments. On their backs they have panniers with
jars in them. These jars are full of water, and the
mule's driver sells it to all who wish for it.
This seems very strange to children who can have all
the water they wish to use by simply turning a faucet.
The mules seem to enjoy it, and sometimes look quite
proud of their load.
One evening some American children were playing a
game called questions when the question was asked:
"What do you consider the greatest luxury in daily life?"
A little boy said water. Nearly all the children laughed,
but an old soldier who was in the room said : "The boy
is right. No matter how much food you have, you must
have water to cook it, water to bathe with, and water to
drink; in health it is a constant blessing; in sickness, no
one can tell what a luxury it is to the feverish patient.
Once, on the battle-field, I would have given all I owned
in the world for a drink of cold water, but it could not be
had." In Algeria they have a saying that: A drop of
water is worth a drop of gold." All the children thought
it would be fine fun to visit Spain, but they would not
care to buy a glass of water after it had been carried
about the streets all day on a mule's back. "We might
have water brought from the sea in that way," said one of
the boys, who had been compelled to bring water for bath-
ing during the summer.
It would cost something to keep the mule, and we
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brought ours up in large pails between us," said his
brother, which was much cheaper."
On the whole, the children decided that the fanciful-
looking water carriers of Spain would not do for busy,
bustling America. The next morning old Tiger, the
watch dog, was seen dressed up with panniers and rib-
bons to make him look like a Spanish water carrier.
JACK'S SKATING PARTY.
SHEY were all going up to Nuder's Pond
where the ice was ever so thick, and Jack had
Asked all the girls he knew to come up with
the boys of the "Flyaway Club," and see
who could skate best. The first one to reach
the old ice-house on the shore of the pond
should have a copy of the Life of James A.
Garfield, with all the Poets' Tributes in it."
It was sure to be great fun, and Doctor Steele's little
adopted daughter was invited with the rest. Not this
afternoon, my dear," said her father, the wind is strong
and the ice rough. Some day you shall go, and I will see
that you have that book or any other."
Bessie Steele sat in the front window and saw the chil-
dren all go by. It was rather hard, and she wished papa
had said yes, instead of no; but Aunt Sarah, the house-
keeper, took her into her own room and told her stories
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until she quite forgot the skating party. Suddenly the
door opened and a servant said, hurriedly, "If you would
be so good as to look out, Miss Some one is hurted and
they are coming this way." Aunt Sarah ran to the win-
dow and saw Jack Hunter staggering in from the street
with a little girl in his arms.
Oh, dear it is Lucy Irving," said Bessie and one foot
is hanging down."
Yes, it was Lucy, and her face was very pale. She
fell," said Jack ; some one knocked against her and they
all thought we had better come right here; this gentleman
was kind enough to bring us in his sleigh." Aunt Sarah
carried her in and put her on the bed in the guest-room;
then she hurried some one away after the doctor.
When Doctor Steele came in, he said very little until
he had looked carefully at the injured leg, then he called
Aunt Sarah out and whispered to her: The leg is broken "
he said, but not badly, and we will have her all trim and
snug before we send for her mother." When Lucy was
snug in bed with the broken leg snugly fastened in a box,
Doctor Steele drove over to the Irvings' and told them
all about it. Mrs. Irving and Lucy's father went at once
to their little girl, who looked very bright, although her
leg pained badly. Never mind, papa," said she; I won
the book; I was first at the ice-house when some one
tumbled me over."
Her papa thought it rather an expensive book, but he
did not say so, he was so happy to think her head or her
spine were not hurt.
Bessie Steele was a devoted little nurse, and Jack Hun-
ter called every day to ask for Lucy. The good doctor, who
was very fond of a joke, said : See here, Jack, when you
have another skating party invite me to go along to mend
the broken bones." All right," said Jack; "we will have
a field hospital." The next party was not a skating party
at all, but a delightful little entertainment given in the
doctor's own parlors the first day Lucy came down stairs,
and of all the young people present none were jollier than
the doctor himself.
e ,f.7 _'IDE came home one day in papa's pocket.
J .II He was a little baby dog then and some one
said he would never grow any larger, but he
did. He grew large enough to carry a basket,
and he was a very handsome fellow with large
o bright eyes. His real name was Fidele, but
) we children called him Fide, and he grew
C'0l so cunning and playful that the little girls
across the street would sometimes come over and ring
our bell to ask if mamma would please let Fide Town-
send come play with them a little while." Tom taught
Fide to swim and ride on the pony and feed the
chickens; he was very fond of the little chicks, and
they soon found out that he was their friend. One
summer Fide had a little black chick for his pet; he
made it sleep with him, and would carry it off to his kennel
away from its brothers and sisters. Sometimes he would
carry it into the kitchen and put it in a chair, where cook
would admire it for a little while, and then Fide would
pick it up gently in his mouth and trot away with it to
the shed. One day Nixon, the gardener, found the chick
on the top of a large jar where Fide had put it while he
ran off to chase Spunkie, the cat. All the other chicks
were gathered about, listening to the queer chicken-talk
of little Blackie. When Blackie grew too large to carry
about, Fide picked up a chicken from another brood and
made a pet of that.
In one respect this doggie was a great coward. He
would guard the house at night and drive away all tramps
by day, but he was very much afraid of thunder. Whenever
he heard it he would get under the bed and tremble with
One day, when the children were all in the garden,
Fide ran into the house and ran under their mother's
bed. Not a cloud could be seen anywhere, and the sun
Oh, you silly little doggie," said mamma. Not long
after Nixon came in to ask about some roses. There is a
heavy shower coming up," said he, and if you like I will
cut you some more flowers before they are beaten down
by the rain."
Poor little Fide was right; some instinct had told him
that the shower was coming before any one saw the clouds.
One day all the family went to town and Fide was shut
up in the shed. While they were gone a heavy shower
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came up, and the children feared he might die of fright.
When they reached home the little rogue had broken
through a pane of glass, and was curled up on mamma's
bed with a little chicken between his paws.
Fide lived to be thirteen years old, and when he died
the children buried him in a pretty box made for him, and
their sister wrote his epitaph as follows:
Here lies our dear Fide,
Our pet and our pride;
He lived a good dog's age,
And then up and died."
OW, Angelina, listen, dear,
i"c We are going for a walk,
.^:*'. To find my brother's hollow tree;
I heard their whisper-talk.
J "- But we will find it, Angle, dear;
;.,.: They cannot hide from me;
(.- Girls need some fun, as well as boys,
7 And I shall find their tree.
"The woods are very still, my dear,
And Oh, here comes the snow!
I'll try to make the boys hear;
We might get lost, you know.
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"Lost children call, and so will I,
'Here, Davie, Jack, and Will';
Only the echo answers me;
These woods are very still.
"I don't like woods so very much,
They are so strange and dark;
I wish our dog was here just now,
To frisk, and play, and bark.
Oh, Davie, Jack, I'm here, I'm here!
Your little sister Nell;
I'll be all covered in the snow;
Where is your tree ? Please tell.
It's snowing fast, and Angie, dear,
Will spoil her best new hat;
Do answer; hark! I heard a sound,
A noise just like a cat!
"There 'tis again; what can it be ?
Perhaps it is our pet;
Those naughty boys will never come,
And Angie's getting wet.
Those horrid boys don't care at all
How much we suffer here;
I'll open my umbrella now,
To make a tent, my dear.
Just then a little smothered laugh
Was heard behind her back;
On looking round, Miss Nellie saw,
Her Davie, Will and Jack.
"You're just the dearest boys," she said,
I ever, ever knew;
We don't care for the tree top, now boys;
We only care for you."
HE common Deer, the Moose, the Elk and
the Reindeer are often all called Deer. The
Moose is ungraceful, with an ugly nose and
wide horns; he lives in the northern part of
both Continents, and in Europe is called
Elk. The Moose is found in the State of
Maine, in Nova Scotia, and throughout
the Hudson Bay Country. He lives by
browsing on the trees and shrubs, with
lunches on aquatic or water plants. When
he feeds on level ground he must kneel down or spread
his long legs far apart. In the summer they are seen
wading out from the shores for the purpose of feeding on
the aquatic plants. In winter they go into the deep forests
in families of fifteen or twenty. They are very fond of a
tree called "Moose-wood," and the parts of the forest
which they frequent are called by the Indians Moose-
yards." The horns of the Moose are cast off in Novem-
ber, and are used by the Indians to make spoons and
various utensils; sometimes these horns have weighed
more than fifty pounds. The flesh of the Moose is
coarser and tougher than that of other venison. The
Reindeer is found in the northern parts of Asia and
Europe, where they have been domesticated for many
years. The Indians in North America have never used
this gentle animal to transport their goods or families,
although they destroy a great many for their hides, horns
and flesh. In August they are hunted for their skins,
which are then fittest for use.
It requires the best part of eight or ten skins to make
one suit of clothing for a grown person. The horns of
the Reindeer vary in size, and are never alike in any two
animals. The Elk is commonly called Stag," Red
Deer, or Gray Moose; they are very stately and beauti-
ful, like the one in our picture ; the head is finely shaped
and the ears large, while the eyes are full and dark: They
have three sets of horns ; first, the brow antlers ; second,
the middle or fighting horns; and, third, the shaft or
proper horns; this arrangement is very different from the
common Deer. The Elk sheds his horns in February or
March, and the new horns grow a foot in length within
a month; these horns are covered with a soft hair
After the horns are entirely formed, this velvet disap-
pears. At one time the Elk ranged over this entire con-
tinent, and they are still found in some parts of Pennsyl-
vania. Some Indian bows, made of Elks' horns, can be
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seen in the Philadelphia Museum. The Elk is not as
useful in harness as the Reindeer, although some were
once used in London to draw in harness and wear a sad-
dle. The common Deer is the smallest American species
known ; it is remarkable for its slenderness and delicacy.
It is very playful and capable of great speed. His hear-
ing is very acute, and, like all his brethren of the Deer
family, his sense of smell is remarkably fine.
Deer skins are a valuable article of commerce, and are
much used in the manufacture of gloves.
LL the girls wear pretty feathers or
plumes in their hats, and the boys gener-
ally admire them; but how many know
where the largest living bird finds its
home or anything about its habits ?
The ostrich is a native of southwestern
Asia and Africa, but some are now raised
in California and large numbers in the Cape Colony.
Their feathers, eggs, oil, and even flesh are valuable.
The coarse plumes which we see used for dusters are
those of the Nandu or American ostrich. This very strange
bird is much alike, no matter where he lives ; he delights
in swallowing stones, iron, and bits of leather; his usual
food is grain, leaves, grass and seeds, with sometimes a
little animal food.
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Some travellers consider an ostrich a very stupid bird,
and the Arabs have a proverb, Stupid as an ostrich."
Other travellers think it far from stupid, although it is
said to hide its head when a hunter approaches; that does
not prove anything, for your little baby brother or sister
will hide in the same manner when caught in mischief,
and no one would ever think of calling a bright little boy
or girl stupid.
The ostrich is a swift runner, and the natives some-
times ride them. The males are often eight feet
high. The females lay their eggs in the sand, where
the sun shines on them. In Syria, Palestine and Egypt,
where the sun is not so hot, the bird does not leave them in
the sun, but cares for them and its young precisely as a
good faithful domestic hen does. They generally lay a
few eggs outside of the nest for their young ones. This
seems to show great wisdom. The feathers which we so
much admire are found in the wings and tail of the bird.
Many of those in the market are made of small and im-
perfect ones sewed together. A real ostrich plume is
dyed, colored and curled before we see it in the shop
windows. When you look at the awkward legs of the
bird in the picture you will understand why it is said to
give heavy blows with its foot, and you will perhaps agree
with the little boy who said he "would rather ride his
own pony than such an awkward bird." If it were not
for the fact that the people of California and Cape Col-
ony are engaged in raising these peculiar birds, we might
well fear that our supply of feathers would soon fail, for
every year they are used more and more, not only for
WHAT HAPPENED TO NETTA.
bonnets, but for fans, dresses, and even cloak trimmings.
In this respect the ostrich is u-eful and ornamental, even
if it be a stupid bird."
WHAT HAPPENED TO NETTA.
ETTA'S mamma was spending the day at the
beach with her old school friend Mrs. Morrison,
and Katie Morrison was told to take the little girl
down on the rocks where she might play with the other
children. Katie was very glad to do so, but she soon
found that Netta was very wilful. She would not mind
her friend and was constantly going nearer and nearer to
"You must come back," said Katie, "for the shore is
shelving here and the water is deep ?"
I am not afraid," said Netta.
Soon there was a sudden splash and all the children
screamed-little Netta had fallen in. Some of the children
ran away as fast as they could, but Katie called, Help !
help!" and pointed to the water. No one seemed to
hear, and Netta's frightened face had gone down once
more out of sight. Then Katie ran to a sailor who
was mending his boat and she cried with all her might,
"Come, come; a little girl is drowning!" The sailor
sprang into the water at once-he had heard the children
shout before-but he did not heed it, for they were often
very noisy at their play.
WHAT HAPPENED TO NETTA.
He soon found little Nctta and brought her dripping
to the shore, where Katie stood so frightened that she
could no longer speak, when the sailor said: "We
must take her home and put her to bed. Does she live
here ? "
"Yes, sir;" stammered Katie, "she doesn't-yes she
does-I mean, sir, please bring her to our house."
He carried her to Mrs. Morrison's, and she was put to
bed at once, and the saddest part of it was that her
mamma told Katie she was "not to be trusted-she should
have kept her out of danger."
When Katie asked Netta if she was not sorry that she
was so headstrong, she said, No, she should go wherever
Katie was very sad, for every one spoke of the accident,
and wondered why she should fall in there when the other
children did not.
Katie did not like to tell them that she would not obey,
and therefore some of the people, like Netta's mamma,
blamed Katie. Her mother found her crying in her own
room and asked her little girl to tell her all the trouble.
Katie did so at once. Never mind," said Mrs. Morrison;
never mind, you did your duty, little daughter, and when
we do that it does not matter what people say.
Two evenings after, the brave sailor called to inquire
for the little girl.
She is still here," said Mrs. Morrison, for she seems
to have received a nervous shock and the doctor wishes
her to be quiet. I want to thank you for saving her
Oh, no ;" said the sailor, it was your own little girl
when all the rest ran away she found help, and my little
girl heard Miss Katie beg her not to go so near. Katie
felt happier after that, although she was very sorry for
T was two long weeks before Netta could
sit up ever a little, and Mrs. Morrison
was very kind. When Netta's mother
went home for a few hours to see to
her family and get some things for her
< little girl, Mrs. Morrison always sat
with her and told her stories. Katie
seldom went in, because Netta was so
weak and seemed so tired; but Mrs.
Morrison was very quiet, and an excellent
S nurse. She was sorry to find her friend's little
Girl so fretful and impatient, and yet she did not
S reprove her, for she said this is not the proper
One day when they were quite alone, Netta said:
"Were you obstinate when you were little, Mrs.
I am afraid I was sometimes, Netta."
"What cured you-what made you better ? 'When
any one tells me not to do anything I always want to do
it. Katie told me not to go on those rocks, and it made
I hope she asked you kindly ?"
Oh, yes; she said, Please don't' ever so many times,
but I would go."
Poor little girl, I am so sorry, for it has caused you
And made you so much trouble too," said Netta.
" My papa said money could never pay you."
I had a severe lesson," said Mrs. Morrison ; shall I
tell you about it ?
Please do, and I will make it my lesson too."
"When I was about your age, my mother told me
never to turn around in a swing, as children do, for it in-
jured the head; but one day I was playing with my little
cousin, and she turned around and around; then she let
the cat die, she said. Then I tried it and did it
longer, and she said she would do it again if I would
twist her; so I twisted the swing round and round as she
wished me to, and then let it go. When it stopped she
fell on the floor and looked as if she were dead. I ran
into the house and they all hurried out. The doctor came,
and for days and days she was very ill. At last she began
to get better, and I was happier. My mother said very
little, for she saw how badly I felt. When Anna began
to recover I was naughty in my heart again, for one of
the girls said, 'It was all nonsense about the swing hurt-
ing any one, and my mother was too particular.' I began
to think she might be, but the very next day I knew that
my mother was wise and good. Anna was playing with
us, when she suddenly cried out, Oh my head, my head !'
and all that night she talked of the swing, saying: Oh,
dear, stop, it, stop it; the swing, the swing; I am so sick!'
She had a great many very ill turns, called convulsions,
and at last my little cousin died, and when I kissed her
cold face I said: 'I will never again try to have my own
way when some one older and wiser tells me what to do
or not to do,' and I have kept my word."
"I am so glad you told me," said Netta, "now I will
remember it as my lesson also."
LD Towser was wise as wise could be,
He would play for you any trick;
From catching a ball on his own black nose,
To marching about with a stick.
Sometimes he was dressed like a soldier boy,
SSometimes like a huntsman bold ;
The half of his pranks you never could guess,
The whole of them never was told.
He could sleep on the bed like a dear little child,
He could sit like a lord at the table,
And then he could race like an Indian wild,
Playing tag with the boys at the stable.
His fun and his pranks were all laid aside,
When some one would say, Go on guard !"
And old Towser would pace, like a sentinel bold,
The walk, up and down the long yard.
No teasing could make him his duty forget,
Not even a cat passing by;
He marched like a steady and solemn old man,
Determined to do well or die.
One night Towser's master determined to try
If the dog could be caught by a trick ;
So he ordered some meat put close by the path,
Fastened quite near his nose, with a stick.
Old Towser kept on, Eyes right," Front face; "
Not a turn, or a wink, served to show
That meat was a thing he cared for at all,
As he paced back and forth on the snow.
At last came the word ; Relieve guard," rang out,
And Towser was off like a flash
To seize on the meat he knew was his own;
Brave dog he never knew scolding or lash.
Now, if all men and women like Towser would live.
And all children should honestly do
The duty at hand, like our faithful dog,
Why, the world would be made over new.
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A LITTLE SISTER OF
UNT DORA had been telling the children about
some good Sisters of Charity who cared for Uncle
Rolfe when he was injured, and Neelie. at once
said she would be a Sister of Charity when she grew
"Don't wait for that," said Neelie's mamma; "begin
What can I do?" asked Neelie.
Do you remember the little girl at the villa on the
hill who was thrown from a carriage ?" asked mamma.
Oh, yes; she has been ill a long time, and the doc-
tor thinks she may never walk again."
Do you think it would be tiresome for you to keep
so very quiet day after day, always seeing the same faces
and hearing the same voices ?"
But I don't know what to do for sick people," said
Neelie; I dare say she has everything, and she would
not care for a little girl like me."
You might try," said mamma.
That night Neelie thought of the sick girl for a long
time. She was too old to care for dolls, too sick to read
much, and too weak to listen long, if one read aloud.
I don't know what to do," said Neelie; I wish you
would help me think, mamma."
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How would flowers do ?" suggested her mother.
They have flowers on the hill."
Not like ours," said her mother. "You might take
her a few sprays from the garden, and she will know
then that you have thought kindly of her."
John was in the garden next morning when Neelie
went out, and he gladly cut some beautiful flowers for
the little girl.
There, Miss Neelie," said the gardener, "these can-
not be beat for miles around."
Neelie ran away with her treasure to the villa. The
sick girl's mother and sister were preparing to go out as
the little girl entered.
I have brought a few flowers for Kitty," said Neelie,
" and I should like to see her, if you please."
Run right in, dear," said Kitty's mother; "she will
be very glad to see your bright face, and your flowers
too." Neelie went in, and Kitty greeted her with a smile.
"If you do not like these," said Neelie, "you may
throw them away; but John says they are very choice."
I shall not throw them away until they are too old
to keep longer," said Kitty; "and I thank you very
Do you get very tired?" asked Neelie.
Very," said Kitty; "and the nights are very long."
"What do you do all day?"
I say over and over some pretty verses I know, and
when I have flowers I count them-stems, buds, and all;
it makes me forget my pain."
Does your mamma read aloud to you?"
"Oh yes, often; but it tires her."
"May I read to you sometimes?"
I should be glad to have you, for sister and mamma
are very busy, and I am alone with nurse. My nurse is
very kind, but she cannot read."
"Then I will come whenever you want me,' said
You are a dear little Sister of Charity," said Kitty.
"Why, who told you?"
"No one told me anything," said Kitty; "only when
one is very kind and good to the sick or the poor we
always call them "Sisters of Charity."
"Well, I am going to be one, only I shall live with
papa and mamma just the same, and I shall wear clothes
just like other little girls. Good-by, Kitty; I will come
GREAT many strange stories are told of
little children's prayers, and the trust of the
little ones is very beautiful. A dear little
Girl we knew and loved very much once said,
she "did not want to say a prayer 'cause she
hadn't been into-dused to God, and she did not wish to
talk to people unless she was into-dused." Her mamma
explained her relation to her Father in Heaven; and if
ever after Lily talked to her father she could not see
but who kindly gave her so many gifts." A very cele-
brated man once said that he had wandered all over the
world and seen many wonderful and beautiful pictures,
but the prettiest one in the world to him was the sight of
his own little boy and girl saying their prayers at night,
kneeling side by side at their dear mother's knee.
Here is the prayer of a little boy which was written
down as nearly as possible as he said it. He could not
speak quite plain, but he spoke his real thought in a very
The little boy's mamma wrote the verses, and they
were read by some excellent ladies and gentlemen at a
Fair held for the purpose of raising money for poor chil-
dren in the Hospital. The verses were called
The baby has gone to bed to-night,
Dressed in his little gown of white;
I told him a story-I sang him a song,
He said his prayers-they were never long;
And then he buried his curly head
In the dainty pillows upon his bed.
Would you like to know the prayer he said
Before he went to his little bed ?
'Twas this: Please, Dod, look from above,
And teep me, Charlie, in thy love;
Make me so dood I'll never cuy,
Or speak op tross an' if I twy,
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Won't you please, Dod, to save some woom
For me in Heaven till I tan tome?
Bless my dear Dolly, Auntie May,
Papa and mamma every day;
And Gwandma-but she uses snuff,
I tant fink more, I've pwayed enuff.
You hold me tight till it grows light,
And you're my bestest fwiend. Dood night."
We are quite sure that the room in Heaven will be
saved for little Charlie.
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