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 Front Cover
 Advertising
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Puck
 Bill and Coo
 How they bought the globe
 Bill and Coo (concluded from page...
 Blind-man's-buff
 The one-man band
 How they bought the globe (concluded...
 Earth worms
 How Bobby got ahead of the other...
 Pat's story
 Indians and their children
 How Bobby got ahead of the other...
 An Indian's costume
 How cocoa is made in Santa...
 How Bobby got ahead of the other...
 Helen's song
 Royal authors
 The alphabet play
 The kite factory
 Horses
 The sotry of Fluffy
 The skite factory (concluded from...
 The dead march in "Saul"
 About giants
 A Dutch marketwoman
 The story of Fluffy (concluded...
 Rose's sermon
 The old liberty bell
 An old schoolhouse
 Playing marbles
 Some Chinese superstitions
 "Hairpin Sue"
 Discipline by proxy
 Beacon Hill in 1775
 Truly a king
 Hairpin sue
 Perils by ice
 Cat-tails
 The spider monkey
 The story of a little pig
 Frank's tramp
 In Spain
 The bragging blue jay
 Samoyeds and their reindeer
 Leigh Hunt
 The story of a little pig (concluded...
 Teddy's narrow escape
 David Livingstone
 Jimmy's advertisement
 Cats and cat lore
 Jimmy's advertisement (continued...
 David Livingstone
 Wise and logical hens
 Jimmy's advertisement (concluded...
 A sturdy little rebel
 Advertising
 Back Cover






Title: Children's hour for boys and girls
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 Material Information
Title: Children's hour for boys and girls
Physical Description: 99 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Whymper, Josiah Wood, 1813-1903 ( Engraver )
Kilburn, Samuel Smith ( Engraver )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1889
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Holidays -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1889   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1889   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1889
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
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Statement of Responsibility: with numerous illustrations.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow text and on end papers.
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Kilburn, Whymper.
General Note: Contains fiction and nonfiction.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00065488
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
    Advertising
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Frontispiece
        Page 6
    Title Page
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Puck
        Page 10
    Bill and Coo
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    How they bought the globe
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Bill and Coo (concluded from page 15)
        Page 18
    Blind-man's-buff
        Page 19
        Page 20
    The one-man band
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    How they bought the globe (concluded from page 17)
        Page 24
    Earth worms
        Page 25
    How Bobby got ahead of the other boys
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Pat's story
        Page 28
    Indians and their children
        Page 29
    How Bobby got ahead of the other boys (continued from page 27)
        Page 30
    An Indian's costume
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    How cocoa is made in Santa Cruz
        Page 34
    How Bobby got ahead of the other boys (concluded from page 31)
        Page 35
        Page 36
    Helen's song
        Page 37
    Royal authors
        Page 38
    The alphabet play
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    The kite factory
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Horses
        Page 44
        Page 45
    The sotry of Fluffy
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
    The skite factory (concluded from page 43)
        Page 50
    The dead march in "Saul"
        Page 51
    About giants
        Page 52
    A Dutch marketwoman
        Page 53
    The story of Fluffy (concluded from page 47)
        Page 54
    Rose's sermon
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    The old liberty bell
        Page 58
    An old schoolhouse
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Playing marbles
        Page 61
    Some Chinese superstitions
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    "Hairpin Sue"
        Page 66
    Discipline by proxy
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Beacon Hill in 1775
        Page 69
    Truly a king
        Page 70
    Hairpin sue
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Perils by ice
        Page 74
    Cat-tails
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
    The spider monkey
        Page 77
    The story of a little pig
        Page 78
    Frank's tramp
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    In Spain
        Page 82
    The bragging blue jay
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Samoyeds and their reindeer
        Page 84
    Leigh Hunt
        Page 85
    The story of a little pig (concluded from page 79)
        Page 86
    Teddy's narrow escape
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    David Livingstone
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Jimmy's advertisement
        Page 92
    Cats and cat lore
        Page 93
    Jimmy's advertisement (continued from page 93)
        Page 94
    David Livingstone
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Wise and logical hens
        Page 97
    Jimmy's advertisement (concluded from page 94)
        Page 98
    A sturdy little rebel
        Page 99
        Page 100
    Advertising
        Page 101
        Page 102
    Back Cover
        Page 103
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Our Little Mlen and Women is the name of a maga-
zine that comes once a month and is made on pur-
pose to make reading easy for little people just
beginning. Nothing is hard, if they like it, you know.
The secret of doing good work and a good deal of it
is to like it. They can't help liking it. That is whale
it is made for. You can get a specimen copy of it by
sending five cents to D. Lothrop Company, Boston.
But you can guess from these pictures how it looks
Only in the magazine there are stories in big plain
letters, and pictures about the stories.
What sort of a boy do you think this one with a
string is?
That is the boy who grew to be Andrew Lang, the
writer and poet. He has a healthy good-for-nothing
sort of a look hasn't he? We suspect he enjoyed
life those days almost as well as now when he is
writing boy-stories and rhymes.


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That is how our grandfathers and mothers
picked up their learning a hundred years ago.
The picture is out of VWIDE AWAKE, "Cap'n
Bos'ard's Wife's School." The goose's head is in
a stocking to keep her from pinching the teacher,
who is evidently giving her whole mind to her
double work; and the spinning-wheel in the cor-
ner is clearly no interruption. We fear the artist
who put the spinner and spindle on the wrong
side of the wheel has forgotten how his grand-


mother spun her yarn. But artists are apt to
leave out some essential part of their pictures.
The reason is they make pictures of what they
never saw sometimes.
By the way hadn't you better subscribe to WVID
AWAKE ?
Send five cents for a sample copy to D. Lothrop
Company, Boston. Of all the young people's peri-
odicals it is the useful one for those who are far
enough along to read it.


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BABY'S FIRST STEP.







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FOR BOYS


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BOSTON
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10 PUCK.


THE SEA-GULL.
NE of the birds most familiar to dwellers by
the sea is the sea-gull. These birds may
be seen all day long hovering over the water, tak-
ing an occasional rest on some buoy or on the
sands. Should you see them flying low over an
agitated bit of water, you may know they are
feeding upon a school of small fish. Like other
fishermen they are often unsuccessful. Only after
a number of plunges will one succeed in bringing
up a fish. As he flies off with it he is followed
by some of his companions eager to rob him of
his prize.
Between the big blue fish, or benitas beneath
them and the sea-gulls above them, these small fish
have but little chance of escape.
The sea-gull nests usually far away from his
fishing grounds. A Martha's Vineyard fisherman,
who started for his fishing grounds before day-
light in the summer mornings, told me that he
used to meet flocks of these gulls, just at dawn,
flying up from Muskegit Island where they nested,
and at night on his return mnet them going back.

A WELL-MERITED REBUKE.
AN amusing story is told of a certain witty
lawyer. A young man entered his law
office one day, a man well-known in society who
prided himself on his dress, his family connec-
tions, who, in short, had an exalted opinion of his
own value and "position."
He introduced himself as follows:
"I am Mr. W. Van Rensellaer Jones."
"Ah! replied Mr. Choate, take a chair."
"Yes," continued Van Rensellaer Jones, feel-
ing that the lawyer was not sufficiently impressed
with his importance, I am the son-in-law, you
know, of Governor Brown."
"Ah!". rejoined Mr. Choate, "take two
chairs! "


SPRUCE GUM.
r H-IE Penobscot lumbermen and "gum hunt-
ers provide the spruce gum of commerce.
In Bangor, Me., are several large firms who
buy the gum for the purpose of refining it. A
gTeat deal of this gum is adulterated with rosin.
The gum, bark and all, is thrown into a big kettle
and boiled till it is about the thickness of mo-
lasses, while the impurities are skimmed off as
they arise to the surface. Then if adulteration
is desired, lard or grease of some sort is added
'together with a lot of rosin, and sometimes a lit-
tle sugar. The mixture then thickens and, after
more stirring, it is turned out on a slab, rolled into
a sheet about a quarter of an inch thick, and then
cut with a steel die into pieces half an inch wide
and three quarters of an inch long. These pieces


are wrapped in tissue paper and packed in wooden
boxes. Some gum, however, is treated without
adulteration. The lumbermen, in their many
idle camp hours, while sitting about the camp
fire, whittle miniature barrels from out blocks of
cedar or white pine, and fill them with the choic-
est gum for gifts to their children or special
friends when they come down in the spring.


PUCK.
A WONDERFUL fellow is he,
Who writes and sends letters for me;
As quick as a flash,
With a dot and a dash,
He despatches my letters with glee.

I ask him for news from abroad;
He gives me a bright little nod,
Goes quickly about it,
Click! click! he has got it,
'Tis genuine, too, and no fraud.

I have a good friend down in Maine;
Intelligence from him I'd gain;
I said, "Now begin it,"
And lo! in a minute,
Words came flying back very plain.

Another friend o'er the sea went;
On tidings from him I was bent;
And would you believe it,
He made me receive it,
Six hours before it was sent.

I said, News from China! keep pace
With the age, and don't lose the race."
He brought me the facts
Of royalty's acts,
A half-day before they took place.

Surprised at such swiftness, and struck
With his wonderful art, or good luck,
I said, "Grace, I claim,
But tell me your name." :
He replied, "Don't you know I am Puck ?

"Three hundred,' or less, years ago,
As many big volumes will show,
A prophecy queer,
By William Shakespeare,
Foretold me; yet he was too slow.

Forty minutes!' he said, in his rhyme,
'To girdle the earth,' deed sublime!
But it is confessed,
That from East to West,
I travel in less than no time.


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BIL ND C O.1


"I traverse the world, in my flight,
With velocity equal to light;
Down under the sea,
Where the mermaids be,
Through woods, homes of fairy and sprite.

"I laugh as I'm bounding along,
And I sing the cheeriest song;
Something like a clock's tick,
Only quicker, click! click!
As musical as a bell's tongue.

"Now would you my secret inquire,
How I speed on my way and don't tire ?
Too moral, I hope,
To dance a tight rope,
I dart through the world on a wire."
E. S. TAYLOR.

BILL AND COO.
ILL and Coo were the
iiames which Rob Shut-
tlecock had given to a
pair of pigeons who
lighted on his balcony
every day in the week.
Rob Shuttlecock was liv-
ing in a palace, although
he was not himself a
prince, neither was his
father a king, nor his
mother a queen. In fact,
the Shuttlecock family were plain New York
people who having grown tired of spending their
money in America had come across the ocean to
spend some of it in Europe. Rob's four elder sis-
ters, who had the prosaic names of Jane, Hannah,
Maria, and Sallie, but whom he called, Fuss,
Feathers, Flutter and Fly, had coaxed their
father to take the family to Venice, and obedient
Mr. Shuttlecock had rented the third floor of
an old stone palace. Here they lived happily
enough, delighting in all the novel charms of
Venice, paying formal visits in gondolas, eating
candies and sweetmeats in the Square of St.
Mark's, and spending innumerable francs in the
purchase of glass beads and silver jewelry.
Life was rather stupid for poor Rob, for, most
unfortunately, on his arrival at Venice, in step-
ping from the smoky railway depot into a gondola
he had sprained his ankle. The advice of a
Venetian surgeon was asked and taken, and the
boy was condemned to lie six weeks on a sofa.
To lie on a sofa in a palace is perhaps pleasanter
than to lie on a sofa in a hut, but for an active
fourteen-year-old boy it is hard work to lie still
anywhere. Notwithstanding the fine name,
rooms in this palace were much less comfortable
than rooms in an ordinary boarding-house, and


the fact that most of the hotels in Venice were
once palaces, seems the only excuse for their
desolate grandeur. The room in which Rob
spent so many weary hours had a frescoed ceil-
ing, a highly-polished, many-colored marble floor;
faded satin curtains hung gloomily around the
large bed, and the same material draped with
unvarying exactness the eight long windows.
It was Rob's great delight to recline in an easy
chair, and look from one of these windows far
down into the busy Square of St. Mark's. Early
in the morning he saw the water carriers who are
women, coming from the fountains bearing two
heavy buckets of water balanced on the ends of
the wooden collars which they wear around their
necks. Next came the milkmen, not driving
rattling carts, for there are no horses in Venice,
save the famous bronze ones of St. Mark's, but
bringing fresh milk in long glass bottles. Later
he heard the distant splashing of oars, and knew
that wood for the kitchen fire was being brought
to the palace back-door in a boat. By and by
the cries of street-pedlers came up to his win-
dow; an old man was hawking pears, calling in his
musical language, "Juicy pears that bathe your
beard." "Melons with hearts of fire," shouted
the melon vender, while a boy screamed Chest-
nuts, roasted and raw," till the blended voices
seemed parts in an Italian opera. Towards noon,
when visitors came, Rob liked to watch them as
they pulled the long string, which, hanging from
an upper window over the front door, served for
a Venetian door-bell. When the string was
pulled, the Shuttlecock's Venetian servant girl
would peep through the blinds and call out Chi
xe ?" ( Who is there ?) and if the answer came
up, "Amici" (Friends), the front door was
pulled open by means of a long wire, and the com-
pany were at liberty to enter the palace and
search, unattended, for their hostess. If the
ladies were not at home, the door-tender let down
a basket from her high window, with a long
string, into which the guests dropped their cards
and walked away, cheerily saying to each other
in Italian, "I'm glad.they are out, it saves time,"
for formal calls are as uninteresting in Italy as in
America.
Rob's most frequent callers, however, were
the gray pigeons which live in such vast numbers
in the nooks and crannies of the Church of St.
Mark's.
As has been said, the palace where the Shuttle-
cocks lived overlooked the Square of St. Mark's,
and all day long our poor little American prisoner
watched with eager eyes the gayly dressed crowd
in the Square below. There were Austrian sol-
diers, English and American tourists, Venetian
girls, street pedlers, Frenchmen and Spaniards,
all walking and talking together; sitting at tables
in the open air, eating sweetmeats and ices, and


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drinking every variety of wine, from the richest eons gathered around him, eager for their dinner.
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A VENETIAN BACK-DOOR.


pumpkin seed and water. Rob looked from his
palace window at this ever-shifting scene, and the
pigeons of St. Mark's seemed to him to be watch-
ing too. Every day at noon when the church
bell struck the hour, a little boy much smaller
than' Rob, and carrying a large tin dish under
his arm, came out into the middle of the Square,
and began to scatter something white, which
looked like rice. In a minute thousands of pig-


by the gray cloud of birds, while the sound of
myriads of fluttering wings, and the silvery clink-
ing of innumerable little red feet upon the pave-
ment could be heard above the noise of the
Square. In a few minutes the boy would go
away and ',?ve the pigeons quarreling over their
dinner.
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his own window-sill to coax these wonderful tanm
pigeons to pay him an occasional visit. The
were greedy little creatures whom one good me:
a day could not satisfy, so they came in flocks t
take breakfast, lunch, supper, five o'clock tea an
late dinner, with the little invalid. Most of their
were gray, but there was one snow-white pai
who came very often, and in whom Rob became
much interested. He called them Bill and Co(
They were more sociable than the others, an
would often stay after the breadcrumbs wei
eaten up, to have a little cheery chat with the'
host. They would cast loving glances at hi
out of their small ruby eyes, throwing their little
heads far back, so as to speak to him in their sof
cooing language. Then they would strut up
and down on the broad window-sill, pausing
now and then to tap noisily on the glass with
their bills.
The boy had many lonesome hours, for al-
though his mother and sisters were kind and
attentive to him, he could not expect them to
sit the whole day long by his bedside when
Venice was calling them every hour to see her
unique and beautiful sights. Rob was not
very sick, was not what nurses in country
phraseology call "dangerous;'" he suffered
very little pain in his sprained ankle, and there
was nothing really to be done for him but to
let him lie still. The girls pinned photographs
around his couch, they bought him glass toys,
they actually fettered him with gold and silver
Venetian chains, they gave him plenty of
sweetmeats, and then they left him to his own
devices and went in gondolas to e..- tlih wu-
ders of this Queen City of the Se,.
Before these girls, Fuss, Feateir-. Fiittr.r-
and Fly, had left
America, in the
quiet of their own ,.
home they had
often said to each
other, in the words / ..
of the song-book :
"Which is the
way to Some-
where Town?"
and now they felt i ,
sure they had ..- '
found the "door ,
to Somewhere
Town." They did
not get up in the- _r
morning early;
but if they did not
"find their way to
Somewhere Town
through the road -
red sun," they
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ie the pale yellow moon. The family spent much
y of their nights in gondolas on the Grand Canal,
il and took long day naps, so that Robbie spent
o1 many hours with no companions but Bill and
d Coo.
n Day by day the pigeons grew more sociable,
ir with the boy who fed them so generously with
e bread-crumbs and seemed so pleased with their
). billings and cooings. Love, it is said, has a uni-
d versal language, and American ears can well un-
e derstand Italian billings and cooings, so it was
ir not long before Rob learned to translate easily
n every word which the doves said to him or to
.e each other.
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HOW THEY BOUGHT THE GLOBE.


THE COURT CRIER'S FEE.
T HE following is told of the origin of a fee of
five dollars exacted from young lawyers on
their admission to the bar, by the crier of the
Supreme Court at Baltimore, Md. Years ago an
old woman known as Nell Gywnn, a seller of ap-
ples and cake about the court, took it into her
head to tax all the young lawyers five dollars on
their admittance. The lawyers- scarce as some-
body says in those days and correspondingly rich
and liberal laughed and paid it. The practice
was continued through her life. When she died
the crier of the court thought the custom too
good and lucrative a one to become obsolete and
persuaded the young lawyers to pay him Nell
Gwynn's fee. This courtesy in time came to be
considered as a right, and is no longer a contribu-
tion, but an exaction.


HOW THEY BOUGHT THE GLOBE.
ALLTDAY HALL was
i- i t -i [y the schoolhouse
i, 1 h.i Halliday District,
. .3o,. f the farming dis-
tor -b in the busy little
~.t. tu of Shopville in
N r. I mont.
It i b. girls of the school
is ru, d it and made the
n wi-..:;, call it so, and Elli-
fo, ,i Furber succeeded in
getting it mentioned in
the Shopville Gazette as Halliday Hall," after
which the older people, one by one, adopted the
fashion, till it was now commonly known by that
name.
It was a trim little red brick building, with a
small yard planted with maples at one side;
within it was neatly finished and well furnished,
for the citizens had taken great pride in their
schoolhouse, in years past, and great pleasure in
saying to strangers, We have the best school-
house in town, sir." But of late there had been
a reaction ; taxes had been the rallying cry at the
school meetings. Mr. Sharp, who was now chair-
man, had been on the committee for three years
and nothing new had been bought for the school-
room. They managed very well with what they
had till one breezy morning in May the wind came
sweeping down the valley, and the little globe,
which had stood on an iron bracket between the
east windows ever since Mr. Dickenson was com-
mittee, was blown to the floor and ruined by the
fall. Smashed all to pieces," Tom Dugan said.
The teacher, finding that the cause of the dis-
aster was the wind alone, promised to speak to
the committee, and here the real trouble'com-
menced.


Mr. Sharp said there was no use in buying such
things for the young ones to destroy; teachers in
his schooldays did not expect it and they' learnt
the scholars more then teachers do now."
This of course closed the conference and the
teacher walked briskly to the schoolroom. Tom
Dugan, who had heard it, faithfully reported the
conversation at recess, and a high state of indig-
nation prevailed. Hard names, threats and angry
wishes flew thick and fast till the bell called them
in.
Come up on the rocks at noon and I'll tell
you all about it," said Tom as he prepared to
obey the summons.
There was little more to tell, but the meeting
convened promptly at twelve o'clock, the mem-
bers still breathing out threatening and slaughter
as they ate their dinners.
Why didn't you tell him that we did not
destroy it?"
The teacher did tell him the wind blew it
down, but I suppose he calls that a young one,"
returned Tom.
Now we cannot have a globe for a year," said
one mournfully.
And the class just beginning mathematical
geography," said Ellinor.
And the State Superintendent expected next
term," added Ruth in dismay.
I wish we could buy one just to plague him."
"I wish we could to please Miss Young."
Can't we do something?"
0 let's -" Let's" Let's."
Let's have a concert," said Nellie Hastings,
who was a good singer.
Or a fair," said Ruth Dickenson, who made a
tidy for the missionary fair last year which sold
for a fabulous price.
Let's have a circus," said Tom Dugan, turn-
ing a double summersault.
Or a nigger show," said another, taking a
pair of rib bones from his pocket and rattling
furiously.
SCan't we do something?"
"Oh can't we, Ellinor?"
"Perhaps," said Ellinor, the largest girl in
the school, slowly, perhaps we can, but I don't
know exactly what. Let us think of it."
Whatever we have, we must have singing,"
she continued, which brought every singer to her
standard, and they resolved to support whatever
she might propose.
Every day for a week found them upon the
rocks in committee of the whole. The wildest
schemeswere proposed, discussed and abandoned,
and much time was spent in trying to fit a name
to the society. Jane Sawyer, who had been in
New York,wanted to call it The Globe Theatre."
Ruth Dickenson proposed 'The RoyalGeograph-
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HOW THEY BOUGHT THE GLOBE.


spiteful feelings toward the committee suggested,
" The Sharp Shooters." They at last contented
themselves with the simple dignity of "Scholars
of Halliday Hall," and adopted a few general
rules.
The exhibition is to take place the next Satur-
day after the close of the term. No time is to be
taken from the regular studies to prepare for it.
Every thing is to be submitted to Miss Young
[the teacher] for her approval, but she is not to
be troubled with details."
These were written out, and at the bottom
Ellinor wrote this motto: England expects every
man to do his duty.
There were but sixteen scholars in school this
term, varying in size, age and accomplishments
from Ellinor, a womanly-looking girl of fifteen,
who was prepared to enter the sophomore class
in the Shopville High School next year, to
Johnny Grant who was trying to learn his letters;
but they all worked with zeal, both in school and
out, and the programme was slowly made up and
the parts assigned. They rehearsed at noon on
the rocks, after school in the yard, and on the
way to and fro, but so well did they observe the
requirements of their second rule, that the yearly
examination passed off with more than usual
credit.
The term closed at four o'clock, and, as soon
as the guests dispersed, preparations for the exhi-
bition commenced and were actively continued
through the next forenoon. The schoolroom had
a limited supply of pictures, mottoes and pot-
plants, but contributions were levied from every
house in the neighborhood, and the boys brought
from the woods great quantities of moss, ever-
green and wild flowers. Wreaths and symbols
were twined for the walls, and flowers in pots, or
arranged in vases, made every nook and corner
gay. Baskets made of spruce twigs, filled with
moss and crowned with flowers, hung from the
ventilators,.and Grandma Sawyer's great pewter
platter covered with roses stood on the stove.
Wallace Grey had drawn a huge globe with an
elaborate brass frame, on the blackboard with
colored chalks, and Jane Sawyer had tied a broad
black ribbon round the standard of the broken
globe, set it upon its bracket, and hung over it a
lovely anchor made of white jetty and mint-
leaves. The whole room had a bowerylook, and
a spicy, minty, musky, rosy smell. Even the
wood-shed an old-fashioned one with an open
front had been swept and garnished with hem-
lock boughs, and the wood neatly piled in one
corner and covered with a carriage blanket for a
ticket office. Wallace Grey who could not" take
a part," because of defective speech, had printed
the tickets and on Saturday, he surprised them
nl with a lot of programmes printed on pink-
tinted card-board.


The children were there an hour before time,
dressed in their best clothes, with bright bouquets
and fluttering badges. They walked uneasily up
and down, fully convinced that no one would
come, after all. Ellinor said: "We have already
sold tickets enough to buy one of those nice little
folding globes from Felchville, but I do hope we
shall get a little more."
When the people began to come, the scholars
seated themselves on the recitation seats with a
calmness which they were far from feeling, while
the blue-ribboned ushers assigned the seats. The
guests were eagerly named and counted in whis-
pers as they came in. The parents nearly all
appeared, the committee even Mr. Sharp the
superintendent, the minister and Colonel Sawyer,
Jane's uncle, who lived in the city and wrote
books, came down from his summer boarding-
place.
0 dear! what shall we do ? they will be so
disappointed," said one, the feeling changing from
triumph to fear and then to dismay at the meagre
programme.
When the seats were all filled, the ushers went
to the nearest house and brought chairs till the
schoolhouse was "just as full as it could be,"
after which, happily, no one came. The ticket-
seller and doorkeeper hugged their money like a
pair of misers, for each person represented ten
cents, and the globe was an accomplished fact.
Concluded on page 24.
THE BIRDS OF CONSTAIKTINOPLE.
C ONSTANTINOPLE is a paradise for birds
Sas well as for dogs; the Turk molests the
one no more than the other. Among the birds
that flutter about the mosques, and palaces, and
gardens of that most unique, most beautiful of
cities, are swallows, storks and kingfishers. The
swallows are so tame they enter the houses and
feed from the hands of the women and children.
Long lines of black and white pigeons coo on the
cornices of cupolas and around the terraces of
minarets. From time to time, some beneficent
Turk leaves a sum of money for the perpetual
feeding of these turtle doves. Above the waters
of the Golden Horn the seagulls dart and play.
The Turk cherishes some very pretty senti-
ments concerning these birds. Storks, he will
tell you, make a yearly pilgrimage to the Moslem
shrine of Mecca. Swallows keep away fires from
the roofs of the houses where they build. And
the kingfisher, or halcyon, carries the souls of the
faithful to Paradise.
TNHERE'S a difference between the country
L owl and the Boston owl." "Ah?" "Yes;
the uncultured country owl says, 'Tu whit, tu
whoo;' but the Boston owl, you know, says, 'Tu
whit, to whom.' "


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18BILL AKD COO.


THE FIRST WATCH.
THE first watch was about the size of a dessert
plate. It had weights and was called a
"pocket clock." The first use of the modern
name is found in a record of 1552, which men-
tions that Edward VI. had one larum or watch
of iron, the case being likewise of iron gilt, with
two plummets of lead." The first great improve-
ment the substitution of springs for weights -
was in 1560. The earliest springs were not coiled,
but were only straight pieces of steel. Early
watches had only one hand, were wound up
twice a day, and were not exact timekeepers.
A plain watch cost more than one thousand five
hundred dollars, and after one was ordered it
took a year to make it.
BILL AND COO.
Concluded from page 15.

T is ever so nice," said
SBill one day, as he nois-
S i ily picked up the crumbs
Soff the window ledge,
S "to get this extra meal,
S ""for the free lunch which
the city gives us at noon
I 'isn't enough to stay my
74 stomach for twenty-four
S hours."
Why do you call it
a free lunch ?" asked Rob, much interested.
"Because we eat at the city's expense," an-
Sswered Bill quickly. Haven't you heard that
Venice has given, us a dinner every day for
hundreds of years, ever since ever since"-
"Don't be prosy, dear," interrupts Coo gently.
Signor Rob can find it all in the guide-book.
Please don't bore dim with that long story about
our ancestors."
Ah, tell me, please," coaxed Rob, "the guide-
book is such dull reading, and besides I never
have a chance to look into it, for we only have
one, and the girls are always squabbling over it.
I believe Fuss sleeps with it under her pillow, so
she can get a chance to look at it before Feathers
wakes up, and I know that Flutter reads it when
she is doing her back hair, and mamma is always
scolding Fly for bringing it to the table and
'cramming' between the courses."
So you really don't know why we disorderly
little creatures are allowed to deface the front of
beautiful St. Mark's with our rudely made nests,
nor why a boy comes out every day to feed us?
Well, I suppose you are no stupider than lots of
the pigeons themselves who live here in such
numbers. Perhaps I should not know myself,"
continued Bill, and, as he talked he began to
strut up and down the narrow ledge pompously,


" only I happen to be something of a historical
student, and have a taste for research."
Coo looked at her mate lovingly, who, after
much urging from Rob, began his story which
you must know is a true one.
"Six hundred years ago," began Bill in the
manner of a schoolboy reciting a well-conned
lesson, "the Island of Candia which had been
besieged by the Venetian navy, for many weeks
and days, surrendered to our Government, but
there was no way to send the news of this great
victory to the fleet of ships near by."
"Before the days of telephones and tele-
graphs ? asked Rob, not himself up to Venetian
history.
"There was no way," continued the pigeon,
not understanding the boy's question, "for the
distance between the island and the ship was too
Great for a man to swim, and indeed the waves
were too high for a small boat to venture. Peo-
ple say bad news travels fast, but in this case
good news would not have travelled at all if a
boy, about your size, Signor, had not offered to
send the message by his carrier doves. He had
a pair of pet pigeons which the captain of the
fleet had given him a little while before, and he
knew that if they were let loose they would fly
straight back to their old home on ship-board.
The message of good news was therefore written
on a thin piece of paper which was made fast by
ribbons to the pigeon's leg. The bird when let
loose, flew, as had been expected, straight through
the air to the ship, his little mate following him
closely, perhaps to keep him company, perhaps
to watch that he did not lose the important scrap
of paper off his leg. The captain standing on
the poop-deck, held out his hand to receive the
white-winged messengers, while all the crew
gathered about him. The red, white and green
ribbons were untied, and a great shout of joy
went up from the sailors when the good news
was read, for the siege of Candia had been a long
one."
What came next ? asked Rob, much inter-
ested. I suppose they popped the two pigeons
into a big pigeon-pie, and had a good thanksgiving
dinner."
"No, indeed," answered Bill, indignantly.
"The victorious Venetian fleet were not un-
grateful. The story how the good news was
brought was told to the Doge of Venice, who
ordered that the pair of doves should be brought
to this city in great honor, and that they should
be allowed to choose a building site for their
nest, and that they and their heirs, forever, should
be fed at the city's expense. The pigeons chose
the front of St. Mark's for their home, and there
we, their great many times great-grandchildren,
are living to-day."
"People say," added Coo gently, who had not


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BLIND-MAN'S-BUFF. 19


I before spoken, "that the little boy who comes
out into the Square every day at noon to feed
us, is a descendant of that other little boy who
ix hundred years before so generously gave up
his pigeons to carry the news."
"Stuff and nonsense," cried Bill scornfully,
"don't mix fact and fancy, Coo, and besides,
you didn't give me time to tell Signor Rob that
the three poles which he can see standing in front
of St. Mark's are trophies brought from Candia
and have been placed there to commemorate
Venice's victory over that island."
Bill having finished his story began to look
about him for more breadcrumbs, but Coo, dis-
satisfied that she had not been allowed to do
her share in the talking, flew gently in at the
open window, and lighting on Rob's white pillow
whispered these few words in his ear:
"There is a prettier story about our ancestors,
and although Bill won't believe it, please let me
tell it to you. In old times, the day before
Easter, the priests used to fetter doves with
white paper chains and then let them fly as best
they could up into the blue sky. The people used
to stand in crowds in the Square trying to catch
the fluttering birds, that they might eat them for
dinner on Easter Sunday. The few poor doves
that escaped each year used to take refuge under
the church eaves, and as this custom has long
been abandoned, we have increased to countless
numbers, and would probably have died of starva-
tion long ago had not a good Venetian lady left
money in her will to give us a daily dinner."
"That was a very cruel and curious thing for
the priests to do," said Rob thoughtfully.
"It was meant to teach the people," said. Coo
quickly, who had not lived all her life under the
eaves of a church for nothing, "that if they
could not shake off the fetters of sin their fate
would be worse than that of the poor pigeons.
The doves, trying to fly up into the sky with
their feet in paper chains, were meant to remind
men that the white souls to whom God had given
the power to soar on the wings of faith could not
rise to Heaven if chained by sin."
Rob said nothing, but looked thoughtfully
across the evening sky, while the two pigeons,
having no more stories to tell, and finding no
more breadcrumbs to eat, cooed their soft good-
nights, and fluttered off across the Square.
ADELAIDE SKEEL.

GENERAL CUSTER AND THE CHICKEN
COOP.
G ENERAL CUSTER at thirty-five, says his
wife, "weighed one hundred and seventy
pounds and was nearly six feet in height. His
eyes were clear blue and deeply set, his hair short,
wavy and golden in tint. His mustache was long


and tawny in color; his complexion was florid,
except where his forehead was shaded by his hat,
for the sun always burned his skin ruthlessly."
He was an accomplished horseman as a general
of cavalry should be; extremely fond of hunting
too, trophies of which adorned his room at Fort
Lincoln, furnishing in fact almost the sole adorn-
ment.
At this time many excursionists visited Fort
Lincoln, all anxious to see General Custer, who,
on the other hand, objected to being looked upon
as a "lion." He was in the habit of instantane-
ously disappearing when a party drove to his door.
He did so one day and a vain search was made
for him. Among the visitors was a persistent
woman who said, "We came to see General
Custer and we do not intend to leave until we
do." But she did, for the General was not to be
found. On their departure, Mrs. Custer asked
Mary, their faithful old servant, where he was.
Law, Miss Libbie, the general most got sun-
stroke hidin' in the chicken-coop !"

BLIND-MAN'S-BUFF.
? AM quite sure that all
Children love to play at
A Blind-man's-buff, but
Perhaps few of them
know when the noisy,
Smerry game was first
played.
More'than eight hun-
'' dred years ago, in Liege,
I one of the pleasant prov-
inces of France, there
lived a grim, stout warrior, who used to conquer
his opponents with a mallet.
In one of his battles an enemy pierced both
his eyes, hoping to conquer him by destroying
his sight, but he continued to strike terrible
blows with his great mallet, hitting his enemies,
although he could not see them, and thus gained
a victory.
In those days of rude warfare, such deeds of
daring were greatly admired, and the king
ordered the stage players to bring out upon the
stage a pantomime of the wonderful battle.
I do not think we should like to see the play
as they gave it, with the great mallet in the
hands of a man whose eyes were blinded, and
who hit the players and knocked them over, but
the lords and ladies of the court enjoyed it.
Soon the children began to have a similar play
in the streets, one of their number being blind-
folded and given a stick, and thus it was that
Blind-man's-buff came to be a popular game
among the young people of France and Nor-
mandy.


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A GAME OF BLI-iD-IMnAES-BUFF.


Then it went over to England, and it was
played in different ways, at the Christmas
holidays.
Perhaps the dear little pilgrim, Remember
Allerton, of whom you have read, who came to
America more than two hundred years ago, had
played the game many times in her home across
the ocean, and in turn taught it to her little boy
and girl friends, to help to make them forget
their homesickness and their hardships ih their
new home in the colonies.
Because all children loved the game, it has
never been forgotten, but has come down to our
own times, and makes a part of all our holiday
frolics, in which oftentimes the whole family
joins, old and young alike. Lucy M. BLINN.


AN UNSELFISH CAT.
THERE is a very affec-
Stionate, kind-hearted
old pussy living in the
mountains of Northern
Colorado.
This cat at one time
adopted two motherless
kittens; he slept with them
at night and kept watch
over them by day; he
always superintended their
meals, and set an admir-
able example of unselfish-
ness.
His home is on a ranch,
and his mistress was in the
habit of setting on the floor
for the kittens a small
bowl of milk, into which
the midgets would instant-
ly plunge their heads.
"Kitty Gray" for that
was or is the name of our
hero knew very well that
his big head could find no
place in the furry bunch,
so he would sit compla-
cently looking on, never
moving until they had fin-
ished. Never, I say, but
sometimes hunger got the
better of his self-denial,
and he would walk de-
murely round the bowl to
find a place, where, with-
out disturbing the kittens,
he could just dip his paw
in delicately, and take out
a sip. After the kits had
finished he would then fall
to and drink what was
left.


But this method of drinking dipping his paw
into the milk and then lapping it was not pe-
culiar to Kitty Gray." I knew a kitty who
bore the name of Yell" short for yellow a
magnificent great yellow creature, who, by that
method, could empty a cream pitcher in a short
time. Had he been invited to 'dine with the
crane see JEsop's Fable of The Fox and the
Crane "- he would have found a way to satisfy
his appetite, despite the long-necked dishes.

THE Island of Jersey, the home of the pretty
S Jersey cow, is said to be a veritable Gar-
den of Eden. It contains about twenty-nine
thousand acres, and yet it supports sixty thou-
sand people and twelve thousand head of cattle.


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HOW THEY BOUGHT THE GLOBE.


foot the player could cause the drums to beat, the
cymbals to clash, the triangle to ring in unison
with the accordion which he played, and at the
same time by a shake of his head he set all the
sweet bells jingling in perfect time and tune.
Wonderful combination! a whole band com-
prised in one man and if in one man why not
in one boy? thought Walter; and he knelt and
examined the straps to see if he could solve the
mystery of their arrangement. Vain attempt!
while he was yet looking, the music ceased, an-
other mustachioed man passed around a very
dirty cap, the school-bell rang, and the crowd
dispersed.
The wonderful band has never since been seen
at Seaside; it disappeared as swiftly and mys-
teriously as it came, like Longfellow's Arabs, and
Walter would be tempted to think sometimes
that it was all a dream and it never had been
there, if his cousin Horace Greeley Spelman, who
is a Boston reporter, had not told, him that
he had seen the very same man several times in
Dock Square, and at the West End.

HOW THEY BOUGHT THE GLOBE.
Concluedd from page 17.
-- ? UT they still had to earn
'- -.-. it. Precisely at two
o'clock, Ellinor struck
the little melodeon and
'Sfe:- , they all sung "Happy
'* Greeting," after which
Ruth gave the saluta-
tory, welcoming the
f parents and friends,
K, and asking gentle criti-
cism. Then they sung
a "Geography Song,"
which Nellie Hastings' mother had found in an
old song book, after which the primary classes
brought out their contributions, and then Ellinor
read her essay on "The Wants of our School-
room." The necessity of a globe was duly in-
sisted upon, as well as the need of a larger dic-
tionary and other apparatus.
After she sat down, Colonel Sawyer was seen
to write hastily in his note-book, tear out a leaf
and send it away by his boy.
Then came the dialogue, over which Ellinor,
Ruth and Jane had spent so many anxious hours.
It was spoken by the six scholars in the geography
class, representing the six New England States.
The largest boy spoke for Maine, and the smallest
girl for Rhode Island. Young people never write
in prose if they can possibly write in rhyme (in
this not being unlike some of their elders), and
our friends were like others, so this was what
they wrote and spoke:


MAINE.
The largest in New England,
The noble State of Malne,
Sent me to tell you of her wealth
On hill and sea and plain,
Of her wide-extended forests
Where the deer still rushes free,
Calm lakes and rivers rolling
To the bosom of the sea.
To point you to the record
Her stalwart sons can show,
In trading on the peaceful seas
Or following the foe.
She guards our northern border,
And holds our eastern shore,
Where the dark Atlantic billows
Are dashing evermore.
NEW HAMPSHIRE.
I am her nearest neighbor,
SAnd send my murmuring rills
From every cloud-capped summit
Of my far-famed Chrystal Hill,
To fertilize the meadows
And turn a thousand mills.
Behold my growing cities,
My forests deep and dark,
And render honor to this land
The home of Molly Stark.
VERMONT.
I once stood alone,
With my banners unfurled,
And in the name of my freemen,
Defied the whole world.
York, Hampshire, Great Britai
And the Bay State reached forth
To grasp this fair country,
The pride of the North.
I spurned them each one,
Independent I stand,
And plenty is smiling
On every hand.
My fleet Morgan horses
Are everywhere known,
And my sheep snatched a prize
From the foot of a throne.
In my daughters and sons
I delight evermore,
They are loyal and thrifty
And true to the core.
MASSACHUSETTS.
SI utter no encomium,"
My greatest statesman said;
"There Massachusetts stands! bshold
Her living and her dead."
Search every sacred field where men
For liberty have died;
Tread light for there my noblest ones
Are sleeping side by side.
Go where the pioneers of truth
Are battling for the right,
And know that Massachusetts men
Are foremost in the fight.
Climb every cliff, sound every sea
Where Science's book is read,
There stand my living sons, and there
Sleep Massachusetts' dead.
The spreading tree of liberty
I nursed in ancient time;
God keep my future glorious
As the past has been sublime.
RHODE ISLAND.
The smallest State boasts not of stream,
Of forest or of field;
But see the textile fabrics
A million spindles yield.


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f.,i-.t e-lt-I ---.--e .:.,,- i.- wi- ,r t., rhe front, and
Itikiun, fi'...mi h-r i:i-k. :tr ;r .m.1il la .-t boardhouse,
Esh:v lt it ..u t!_ i:h.- i, .l ;nii,.:.nc,- ed, "This is
thL,- h i..-e th it .1-.:k litilt." Siji- nxt took up a
sill .. W:'.vhi':Ih hii:- ..l;" I,. .1 t!i- maltat which
lay in thle h.:,i- tb it .1 k i.i.ilt." Turning it
r,:.ij.1 _-I.--i -b. 1v-.l u1 .ii ii :1 r, ii. .ide of brown
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thi- tll- i.- i -li:.ii:-: nV illu oii uproar-you
s,-e ': ftl i' in w I -,i ...-l i,:rl -. I- I'y the incon-
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l-inh,.. ]itl. ( '.:.i TL.: ': .:- a beautiful
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The applause even of this decorous company
was so great that it quite frightened the little
girl, and she fled to her seat, leaving her treasures
still on the table.
Then the whole school stood up to sing Elli-
nor's "Parting Hymn." When this was done,
and the teacher was about to touch the closing
bell, Colonel Sawyer arose and asked to detain
them just a moment. He said he approved the
object for which they worked, admired their
spirit, and was so much pleased with their enter-
tainment, that he should hardly feel like an
honest man if he received so much pleasure for
ten cents. So he begged them to accept a token
of his appreciation. He now laid upon the table
a copy of Webster's Unabridged Dictionary of
the very latest and best edition, which he had
sent a boy to fetch from his own study table,
after hearing Ellinor's essay. No one knew
exactly how to thank him then, but after the bell
struck, everybody did; and everybody congrat-
ulated everybody, and everybody praised every-
body, and the treasurer counted the money, and
the scholars laughed and pranced, and Tommy
Dugan went out and "keeled over" three times,
because he was so happy he did not know what
to do. Nobody went home early but Mr. Sharp.
They found that they could buy a much better
globe than the old one. Grandmother Sawyer
gave them an old-fashioned tea-table for it to
stand on, and they had money enough to buy a
handsome cloth for the table, a new map of
Europe, and a set of metric measures, a part of
which stood on the bracket formerly occupied by
the old globe.
LUTHERA_ WHITNEY.

EARTH WORMS.
rT HE largest species of earth worms known in-
_ habits South Africa. Forty years ago a
specimen was described measuring six feet two
inches in length, and recently one has been for-
warded from Cape Colony to the London Zoo-
logical Gardens measuring five feet in length
and half an inch in diameter. To the country
boy generally, earth worms are of interest only
as "bait" for fishing, or as food for the chickens
he is raising for market. But though insignifi-
cant in appearance, they play an important part
in Nature's economy, as Darwin shows in his
book devoted to them. White of Selbourne says,
as long ago as 1777, "the earth without worms
would soon become cold, hard-bound and sterile."
Notwithstanding their delicate organization they
are persistent borers, and to them we owe the
mellowness of the soil in which vegetation flour-
ishes. This mellow soil has at some time passed
through the body of the earth worm and the
process is continually being repeated.


25






HOW BOBBY GOT AHEAD.


AN ANCIENT ROSE-BUSH.
NE of the curiosities of the ancient city of
Hildesheim, Hanover, is a standard rose,
said to have been planted by Charlemagne, and
it is, consequently, a thousand years old. The
bush is gnarled and rugged, and in some places
the principal stem is as thick as a man's body.
It grows at the eastern side of the apse of the
cathedral. For a long time fears were enter-
tained that it was losing its vitality, but of late
it has put out new and vigorous shoots, seeming
to take a new lease of life, much to the joy of
the inhabitants of Hildesheim. The gardener in
charge is forbidden to give away cuttings, and
the flowers are jealously guarded.
HOW BOBBY GOT AHEAD OF THE
OTHER BOYS.
E was a little pioneer boy,
.~w ho with his parents
S* and brothers, Frank and
SCharlie Comstock, lived
in a thrifty settlement
of the far West.
The settlement was
.'.i* called Connexion,.-from
.-- -, the fact of its having
it been formed' chiefly by
families related to each
other. At a little distance from Bobby's home
lived his boy cousins, Jerry and Will Murray,
and the next farm was owned by another Uncle
and Auntie Murray who had no children.
A more wide-awake set of boys than the two
older Comstocks, and the two Murrays, it would
be hard to find. They could handle the hatchet
right skilfully, helping often in cutting down
forest trees, building bridges, constructing easily
either a board fence, or trim little canoe; or
they could pasture and tether the cows firmly lest
they stray into wilds unknown; cook, make but-
ter, and do housework. Boys were they who
helped mother in many a hard day's work, but
when they started off for a day's sport, ah, then!
Few boys in this section of our land know
anything of the wild sport and exciting adven-
tures of the pioneer boy.
The two older Comstocks and the Murray boys
were inseparable companions, but "poor little
Bobby," as his mamma often called him, fre-
quently seemed to be rather in the way. In vain
the mother tried to impress upon her older sons,
Frank and Charlie, how cruel it was not to take
their little brother with them on their voyages
of discovery," as they termed their long rambles,
but Bobby was the odd one, and many was the
fret and cry he had because those boys had
gone off and left him again.
It certainly was trying sometimes to have the


little fellow along; as he would tire so much
sooner than the others, they often had to carry
him the last half mile, making arm chairs of their
hands, and so "boosting him along home as best
they could," Will Murray used to say. So it
happened more than once that when the others
went off for a long tramp, they slipped off all un-
beknown to poor Bobby. But they had to be
uncommonly sharp to get ahead of the child, for
a keener, more observing little fellow than this
same Bobby Comstock never lived, and not a
few plots which the boys secretly made had
ended in their own dismay upon discovering that
Bobby knew all about it, and intended making
one of the party which he generally did.
Frank and his cousin Jerry were aged respect-
ively fourteen; Charlie and his cousin Will each
being twelve, while Bobby was a little seven-
year-old boy, "nothing but a baby," the others
used to say, greatly to the "baby's" disgust.
But now an expedition was on foot which
master Bobby was to know absolutely nothing
about. "Mum" was the word with the four
boys, and this time the little "spy" was to be
kept out if the thing were possible.
Where shall we meet to discuss; in the hay
loft? asked Jerry Murray.
"No, indeed," said Frank Comstock, "Bobby
would be sure to be hiding somewhere in the
hay, and find out the whole plan; then mother
would say we must let him go."
Well, we can't have him this time, so that's
settled," said Will..
"I'll tell you where we'll meet," Jerry Murray
whispered, as if afraid Bobby's ears might be in
the air somewhere, even if his little body was
invisible; "let's go up in Uncle Murray's loft,
Auntie won't care, and Bobby'd never think of
that."
So Uncle Murray's loft was settled upon as
the safest place in which to unfold the mighty
plan.
If Bobby, how' ,er, was sometimes slighted by
his brothers and cousins, he was nevertheless
much petted at home, besides being a great
favorite with certain Indian boys who showed
great fondness for the bright little pale face,"
particularly one tall, overgrown young savage,
whom everybody called Hulks"- everybody
but Bobby, who softened the uncouth name
somewhat to Hulky."
On one occasion when Hulks went limping
through the village, with a bad cut across his
foot, which he had unwittingly struck against a
scythe, Bobby, in the kindness of his heart, had
taken his little soiled handkerchief, and with the
aid of the inevitable string sure to be somewhere
in every small boy's pocket, had carefully bound
the poor foot tightly about, so Hulks reached
camp in comparative comfort. After that he





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HOW BOBBY GOT AHEAD.


took Bobby under the kindly shadow of his dusky
wing, and was never tired of watching and serv-
ing him.
Hulks belonged to a friendly tribe of Indians,
whose camping grounds were about five miles
distant in the neighboring forest. In one thing
the Indian. had thoroughly instructed Bobby,
until the seven-year-old child was really an expert
in the use of the bow and arrow. In vain others
had coaxed Hulks to teach them also; he would
make some excuse or other, and good-natured as
he was, the boys found that to his little favorite
alone, Hulks intended imparting his fine skill as
a marksman. Not a few were the birds and
rabbits the family had enjoyed at meal times
which had been brought down by Bobby's un-
erring aim.
On the afternoon in question, the cousins met
as arranged in Uncle Murray's loft; this being
a great unfinished attic running the length of the
house, with bare beams and rough walls. Here
hams were hung to keep, and herbs were scattered
in great bunches to strengthen and dry; quar-
tered apples in long strings were suspended from
beam to beam, while piles of winter apples, and
banks of, yellow corn turned the long loft into a
well-stocked storeroom.
For once poor Bobby was completely baffled.
The boys were off, no knowing where.
In the meantime, there was not a little satis-
faction being expressed in the loft at having suc-
ceeded in calling one meeting without that
Bobby's" having discovered where, and present-
ing himself threat.
They talked and planned as long as they could,
but not being able to spare much time in the
middle of the day from their numerous duties, it
was decided to meet at the same place the next
day, as no definite course had been marked out
for the proposed excursion.
They left the yard one by one, going out by
a rear gate which led into a back lot, and as no
one was in sight, promised themselves all was
right. And so it might have been but for Bobby's
sense of smell.
As the four came up to Mr. Comstock's gate,
a discontented little object met them in the shape
of Bobby. The child knew too much to ask any
questions, but was just going to exclaim at the
familiar smell of Uncle Murray's top loft,when he
wisely checked himself. It hadn't occurred to
the boys that the peculiar odor of the loft was
likely to linger about them betraying their place
of meeting, but the keen little Bobby brightened
up all at once, and looked so well satisfied that
the others felt sudden alarm lest he surmised
something of their precious plans, but the next
moment they concluded it was only a trick to
Appear knowing.
That night after going to bed, Bobby decided


that early the next ioon, before the boys could
finish their after-dinner chores, he would manage
to hide in the loft, and find out, if possible, what
was up. He thought most likely they would talk
any plan over more than once as they most al-
ways did."
Sure enough, right after dinner the next day,
the little brother betook himself to Uncle Mur-
ray's" in a wonderfully quiet manner. He
watched until Mary, the dairy girl, went into the
wood shed, then crept through the kitchen.
When he got up stairs he saw his auntie asleep
in her arm-chair; so chuckling with delight, he
'safely reached the attic. And now where hide ?
It seemed to him that one corner of a great beam,
where a thick mass of herbs were tucked closely
in, with which he could cover himself, would be
just the place. The boys would be hurried and
excited, and the corner was very dark, just the
place, splendid! and he fairly .;-1. .1 with glee
under his breath, to think how grandly he would
"play it on those boys."
He quickly climbed up the beam and com-
pletely screened himself from view, then began
wishing the others would come, if indeed he had
hit upon, the right place. He was not kept wait-
ing long, for the sound of their footsteps already
was on the stairs, just as Bobby was nicely fixed
on his convenient perch.
They entered cautiously enough, but once in
and the door shut, Frank turned a somersault in
his delight at finding the loft reached a second
time and they all by themselves."
"Wonder what became of Bobby ?" said Jerry
Murray, when his cousin Frank at length stood
upon his feet.
"Oh! he's probably in the hay loft, or the cel-
lar, watching for us," replied Frank.
Kind o' mean to sneak off and leave the little
monkey," said Charlie, who, it will be remem-
bered, was the brother next Bobby in age, and
always rather more inclined towards humoring
him than the others; but then, he gets tired so
soon; besides, mother is so nervous about our
taking our guns when we have him along."
Oh! bother Bobby," cried Will Murray, who
was not really as unkind as thoughtless in the
matter. "Come, let's lay our plans, and first,
how many can go to-morrow afternoon ? Father
says Jerry and I can cut right after dinner."
So can Frank and I," said Charlie.
Continued on page 30.

T HE juice of the curious ink plant of New
S Granada requires no preparation before
being used in writing. The color is reddish
when first applied to paper, but soon becomes a
deep black, which is very durable. This ink is
now used for public records and documents.


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27






28PAT'S STORY.


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A WATERMELON FEAST.


PAT'S STORY.
THEY were eating watermelons behind the
barn and telling stories. Well," said Pat,
"folks lose their lives in the foolishest sort o' way
sometimes, father says. He says he knew an
Irishman, a good many years ago, who sat down
on what he s'posed was a kag o' black sand an'
smoked his pipe. An' after he'd finished his first
pipe, he got up an' knocked the live ashes right
inter the keg!" "Jiminy!" exclaimed Billy,
dropping his slice of watermelon. "Blowed him
all t' bits, I s'pose!" "0 no!"said Pat quietly,
but with a twinkle in his eye. "Black sand don't
blow up." And Billy picked up his slice of
watermelon, brushed off the sand, and resumed
his eating.

A BROXEI-HEARTED CAT.
A GENTLEMAN living in Dedham, Mass.,
owned a cat that had at one time six kit-
tens. Her owner drowned two and substituted
for them two young squirrels. At first the cat
took no notice of the trick that had been played
upon her. It was only at the end of three months
that she seemed to discover their peculiar tails;
they were bushy! Now cat's tails never present


that appearance except in case of fright. So
when pussy after a short absence returned to the
attic where her family lived, and observed these
bushy tails, she naturally and logically came to
the conclusion that somebody had terrified her
kittens, and she would search the attic over for
the supposed enemy. As soon as her family were
old enough, puss took them out into the yard for
an airing, and directly, six stranger cats climbed
over the fence and flew. at the squirrels who took
refuge in a tree. Puss flew to the defense of her
family, and drove off the cats, but the squirrels
refused to come down and the foster-mother was
obliged to ascend and bring them down in her
mouth. Later on, the two squirrels took up their
abode in an apple-tree where they lived and
frolicked in utter forgetfulness of pussy who sat
in sad solitude on the lower branches wailing in
such fashion so says the unsympathetic narra-
tor of this story as to elicit bottles and boot-
jacks from the entire neighborhood. And there
she staid until her owner found her one morning,
stiff and lifeless, a victim to the ingratitude of
the squirrels.

IT is said that Japanese women have never
seen and do not know the use of pins.


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PAT'S STORY.






INDIAN.S AND THEIR CHILDREN.


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proved to be kindhearted, and sometimes
carried her, pitying the little creature who
crossed the Connecticut river, he swam along






..by the side of the frail irch bark canoe and
steadied it, for Sally was so afraid it would
tip over she could not keep from trembling.
Sdue time they reached Canada, and SallyTS
complas kinly dreadfully the frightened by the
howling owned that province, and of whomer cling
to the Indian were allies. Th captivesre of her. He
proved to be kindhearted, and Sally came bactimes
carried the sam e shoes she creature whon that





fatal day when she,.started on her march for
clung so onfidingly to him. Whensure there was very
littlcrossed the eft. Connecticut river, he swam along
S in the Mside of the emofrail b irch bark canoe and
^,?~'- steadied it, for Sally was so afraid it would
't-r": ; *\' tip over she could not keep from trembling.
' ,i S In due time they reached Canada, and Sally
,".r,'' was kindly treated by the French, who at
i;'"*'I,, that time owned that province, and of whom



at eerfield, the Indians were allies. The collectives were
afterwards releasedouth Church, and Sally came backton.
"./i. 'wearing the same shoes she had on on that
v. \ fatal day when she, started on her march for
.:.. Canada, though to be sure there was very
little of them left. One of these shoes is now
in the Museum of the Memorial Association
at Deerfield, the other is in the collection at
the Old South Church, Boston.


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H10W BOBBY GOT AHEAD.


TRUE .HEROISMI.
B ARONESS ROSEN, in the late Russo-Turk-
ish war, worked in the military hospitals.
She broke her arm, but still attended to her
duties, with her arm in a sling. One day a man
who was undergoing a severe surgical operation,
in an agony of pain grasped the injured arm and
clung to it; but she neither cried out nor moved
till the operation was completed.

HOW BOBBY GOT AHEAD OF THE
OTHER BOYS.
Continued from page 27.
F,... ,i'* ~_ -H 'IEN followed a decision
i-, ;1 to where they would
_7 go, and what they would
sdo; and it was decided
that each would take a
few pennies-hard-
.' '" earned ones- and buy
-_ .some candy; to this
they would add cakes,
.pop corn, and potatoes
to roast. With their
guns they would of course shoot something;
and towards the close of the afternoon a fire
would be built, and a grand supper prepared;
and now came the exciting part of the plan.
A standing reward of five dollars was offered
by the "town" to any person or persons who
killed a bear within three miles of the settlement,
and several of the farmers had been troubled by
recent nightly visits from some great animal of
the near forest. Gardens had been trampled,
plants uprooted, and although traps had been set
and watchers had passed sleepless nights, the
sly intruder had as yet eluded both.
So in hushed tones the boys unfolded their
plan of discovering, if possible, Mr. Bruin's where-
abouts; because five dollars, you know," Frank
Comstock remarked, would be quite a pile even
among four of us."
Now Bobby, roosting on the beam, had made
up his mind that no matter how interesting the
plan might prove, he wouldn't "let on" about
hearing a word until all was over, when he would
go and tell his mother all about it and beg leave
to go too. But gradually his eyes had grown
larger and larger as the talk and planning went
on, until at last as Jerry Murray added in a half
whisper Yes; and we'll stay till the moon rises,
then climb some trees and watch," poor Bobby
forgot all his resolves, and suddenly with a great
flop slapped down on the floor of the loft ex-
claiming :
Oh! glory to Gidjun. I'll stay too "
The sudden bang and pound of his feet, to-
gether with the apparition of a mass of flying


herbs, stalks and grasses, with a live being." in
their midst, bouncing like a hurricane upon the
members of the secret council, brought that body
to its feet with something between a whoop and/a
yell, while Jerry and Charlie started for the door,
and had nearly reached it when they saw who it
was had brought about this unexpected crack of
doom. The first to find voice was Frank Com-
stock, who inquired in a queer tone:
"Where in creation did that little 'misery'
come from?"
"From the beam yonder," grinned the com-
placent Bobby. You see I've just come down."
Now, Bobby, do you think that's fair ? asked
Charlie, donning a judicial expression.
Fair as 'tis for you boys to try and come it
over me, going off and leaving me all'lone; and
Charlie's judicial look was fairly offset by Bobby's
injured one.
"Mother won't let you go, any way," said
Frank; "it's too far, for one thing, and we shall
stay too late for another."
Well, perhaps she won't," said Bobby, with
a resigned air, as he left the loft and the boys by
themselves.
"The little fox!" exclaimed Jerry Murray.
"Did you mind the face he had on as he went
out? He knows auntie will let him go- our
little game's up, my lads! but isn't he cunning,
though! I could almost laugh myself to pieces
to think how completely he's taken us all in, the
little rascal; he deserves to go for being so cute."
As was suspected would be the case, Mrs.
Comstock told her older sons that evening if they
were going pleasuring next day, she wished them
to take their little brother with them.
We shall have our guns along," suggested
Frank.
Never mind, you needn't shoot Bobby," an-
swered the mother with an amused smile.
And we wanted to stay till midnight," added
Charlie.
"You can stay an hour after the moon rises,"
interposed Mr. Comstock; "that will brig you
home about ten o'clock, which is as late as I should
be willing for any of you to remain out."
"Well," remarked Frank, "there's just one
thing I should like to know, and that is how that
little vagabond scented us out."
That's just exactlyy what I did do, my child,"
smiled the aggravating Bobby. "I smelt you;
those yarbs and grasses, you know, brought 'em
right home on your clothes oh! sing he, ho !
how babies grow!" and with a whoop and a
bounce Bobby went out to air his spirits a little.
Presently he returned to inquire if he might
invite Hulky to go with them.
To this no objection was made, Hulks gener-
ally being considered a most desirable companion
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AN INDIAN COSTUME.


being one of the party would doubtless secure lucky accidents was discovered to have occurred,
his prompt acceptance. which often goes far towards spoiling an other-
The next day was charming; all were in high wise thoroughly good time. How it happened
glee over the proposed tramp, and to their credit, no one could tell, but Frank Comstock upon sit-
be it said, although they had meanly tried to ting down to supper, had laid his powder pouch
shake off the little brother and cousin as we on the grass, and unfortunately some one with-
fear has often been done in other cases yet out noticing it, had set a canteen of water beside
now it was decided he was to accompany them, it in such a manner that it became upset, some
they were kind enough to the child; and Charlie of it running into the mouth of the pouch, satu-
declared boldly, that "after all he should feel rating the precious powder.
easier to have the little chap along, instead of Frank's cry of surprise brought the others to
knowing he was home, whining his little soul the spot, who soon realized that much of their
sick about it." sport would be lost through this unlucky mishap.
Hulks" too had gladly promised to make "How much powder have you, Jerry?" in-
one of the party, and nothing was wanting to quired Frank, for only the two older boys car-
add to Bobby's state of glorification upon being ried pouches, Hulks depending on them for his
presented by Hulks with some poisoned arrows share of powder.
- "the very things he'd wanted for years "Only very little," answered Jerry deject-
.They set out at noon, taking with them a edly. "Hulks and I have used it pretty freely,
small wagon containing the eatables, a few cook- knowing your pouch was so large and nearly
ing utensils, a hatchet, etc. full."
The long trudge through the woods led to the Well, you know father has strictly forbidden
slaughter of a couple of rabbits, three or four our ever being in the woods without powder suf-
squirrels, and Bobby's arrows- not the pois- ficient at least for three shots," said Charlie
oned ones when the game was to be eaten- Comstock, and looking at his brother Frank he
had secured a couple of pigeons, while three or added, you know how often he has warned us ? "
four ducks were Hulks's contribution to the feast "Yes, and father has told us the same
in prospect. As too much had been obtained for thing," said Jerry Murray. What shall we do?
one supper, the surplus game was to be divided we've scarcely more than that now."
and taken home, together with what might be Concluded on page 35.
"taken down" on the return trip.
The long, slant rays of the sun at length
warned the party that five o'clock had arrived,
the time set for getting supper. These boys AN IDIAN'S COSTUME.
were almost as accurate in judging the time of
day at all seasons by the sun, as boys usually are A N Indian in full dress is truly gorgeous.
by looking at the clock. A1 Mrs. Custer has told us how one Indian
As it was expected that two hours would be was dressed. He was on an embassy to General
required for cooking, eating, and clearing away Custer at Fort Lincoln. He wore an elaborately
this enjoyable meal, all now set to work in earn- beaded and painted buckskin shirt with masses
est. Hulks took the hatchet and soon had a of solid embroidery of porcupine quills. Sleeves
brisk fire burning; two of the others proceeded and shoulders were ornamented with a fringe of
to "scoop" the earth oven for roasting the ducks scalp-locks, and "some of the hair," she says,
and potatoes, while the other two vigorously we saw with a shudder was light and waving."
picked the fowls. As for Bobby, he made him- On his shoulders was a sort of cape trimmed with
self busiest of all, asking ten thousand questions, a fringe of snowy ermine, and his leggings and
and making all kinds of laughable speeches, moccasons were a mass of beadwork. His hair
At length the company sat down to a right was wound round and round with strips of otter
royal feast. There were broiled birds, roast that hung down his back. The scalp-lock was
ducks and potatoes, broiled squirrel and stewed tightly bound, and three eagle feathers, that de-
rabbits; pop corn, cake, candy and cold water noted the number of warriors killed, were so fas-
a feast indeed fit for a king. tened to it that they stood erect. From several per-
Longer and longer grew the slant sunrays, forations in each ear hung bead earrings ; armlets
while the party feasted and joked, until Hulks of burnished brass adorned his arms, and over all
said, looking around: was thrown a beaded blanket. His red clay pipe
"Almost seven 'clock !" had a wooden stem inlaid with silver, and em-
Then began the clearing up, which process bellished with the breast feathers of brilliant
cook only about half as long as the preparing birds; and his tobacco bag-about two feet
had done. long was every inch of it decorated. Truly a
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34 HO COCA ISMADE


COST OF A FOG.
T HE London fogs are often so dense that
almost as much artificial light is required
as in the night. On one day in January, 1885,
there was a fog which cost the people of London
five thousand two hundred and fifty pounds for
extra gas. It took nine thousand five hundred
and fifty tons of coal to produce the amount of
gas required; the largest amount for one .1 i',,
fog on record.

HOW COCOA IS MADE IN SANTA
CRUZ.

w-- HAVE noticed that girls
and boys who do not
Drink tea or coffee, like
I sometimes a cup of co-
coa. I wonder if any of
them know how cocoa
is made in Santa Cruz
or St. 'Croix- for the
I Spanish call this island
by the former name, the
French by the latter.
The Danes, who now own it, employ both titles,
though Santa Cruz is the more common appella-
tion. This is usually heard in conversation,
while St. Croix is frequently written on the
addresses of letters. Why the name which
means in both languages Holy Cross," should
have been given it, is not easy to explain, for the
island is not shaped like a cross. It has had
various fortunes and possessors.
In 1643 it was occupied by Dutch and Eng-
lish ; a rivalship in trade arose between the two.
Enmity followed, and in the course of three
years the Hollanders were forced to quit the
island. But the British victory did not last
long. In 1650, they were, in their turn, con-
quered by the Spaniards; and the Spaniards
again were compelled in 1651, to yield to the
French.
Thus in eight years, four nations were, by
turn, conquerors and occupants of this small
island, which is less than thirty miles long and
not more than ten broad, in its widest part.
Almost a century after it was sold by France to
Denmark.
But to go back to the cocoa. Children living
in the United States well know the chocolate
cakes made in factories of ground cocoa mixed
with other ingredients. They also know the
pure cacao seeds from which this is manufac-
tured quite different from the large, hard-
shelled cocoanuts which grow on the Coco-palm
and which yield a white kernel and a sweet
liquid. These small cacao seeds are imported to
this country in large quantities.


Some people boil the shells alone and call the
beverage, thus made, by the simple name of shells.
Others boil both nuts and shells together and the
drink is termed cocoa. Others use only the nut
for the same purpose. This, when bruised in fine
pieces, is known as cocoa nibs. Let us now see
how they prepare cocoa on a West India plan-
tation.
The first time I saw the fruit of the cacao
tree, was in a donkey's pannier. The little ani-
mal was trotting down hill, at the west end of
the island, followed by Nanny, a mulatto girl,
who easily kept up with his pace. At Mt.
Steward she made the donkey halt and took
from his panniers the fruit she had gathered.
So much was my attention drawn to what looked
like a musk melon that I passed by the oranges
without notice.
Can it be a melon?" I asked.
No-on examination, the greenish yellow,
oval husk proved smaller than the ordinary
musk melon.
But the color was the same and the lines divid-
ing the rind into segments similar. Nanny
shook the fruit at my ear. I heard a dull rattle
like that of a ball within a ball. What could it
be ? My curiosity was speedily satisfied.
One of the house servants took the seeming
melon in her dusky hands, beat it against the
stones of the courtyard and broke the husk.
There, as if tucked away in blankets of downy
silk, lay many seeds of a dark-brown color.
These were picked out of their resting-place and
laid in a wooden tray-the tray itself being car-
ried to a back piazza, where the air circulated
freely.
When these vegetable babies were drawn from
their soft resting-place, they were covered with
a sticky moisture, which gradually disappeared
under the influence of passing breezes. Every
morning did the mistress, of the house turn them
in their wooden cradle; at night she looked at
them again.
If sufficiently dry on one side, she turned them
on the other. This process was repeated day
after day. If neglected, the beginning of mould
appeared on the -seeds, which bore a close resem-
blance to almonds. The color and texture of
the skin was the same, the shape nearly the
same. After a few days madam pronounced
them dry and ready for the next process. They
were taken to the kitchen, situated according to
tropical custom, in a little house on the other
side of the road. Here they were roasted, as
coffee kernels are roasted in the United States.
Then the shells were peeled off and discarded -
for they make no use of these on the plantations.
As the outer coatings were removed all likeness
to almonds disappeared-the seed being, as
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HOW BOBBY GOT AHEAD. 35


jnd now came the most interesting part of the
proceedings. A large mortar and pestle were
brought. In the former the nuts were poured,
ad on them dropped the pestle. Then began
regular tattoo on their pretty forms, which in
short time were reduced to shapeless paste.
is the cacao berries contain a large proportion
f oil, this paste was full of moisture and easily
)lled into balls -just as a mass of moist clay is
loulded into spheres. I gladly assisted in the
1ling and laughed when the little brown globes
'ere finished.
"There," exclaimed madam, looking with sat-
faction at the tempting array of balls in the
latter before her, "they are all ready to be
opped into the pot. And this is the way we
take cocoa in Santa Cruz."
MARn BARTOL.


HOW BOBBY GOT AHEAD OF THE
OTHER BOYS.


Concluded


from page 31.


-|iH dear! cried Frank,
"what a shame it is! I
say! we might as well
go right home though,
no good will come of
disobeying father, but
think how long it may
be before we get off
again; the fall will be
coming on soon-but
Sw what ails Hulks?"
The" Indian was standing with arms crossed
ver his broad chest, breathing heavily; his
ark eyes were flashing and his nostrils dilated;
he next instant he said huskily:
Look boys! look up yon hill quick !"
The supper had been eaten in a lovely valley,
ll around which were clustered beautiful trees,
me saplings, other noble sons of the forest of
iany years' growth. Just before them in one
erection was a high woody hill, and now as they
joked towards the summit in the clear light of
he rapidly setting sun, they saw the shambling
orm of an enormous bear, making with rapid
Strides for the valley.
't ", run for your lives, boys!" shouted Frank,
quick, Hulks, my powder pouch, Jerry! your
powder pouch, I'n the best shot; oh! here he
homes -up a tree, quick, quick, quick!"
There was not an instant to lose. Hardly stop-
,ing to notice what kind of tree they mounted,
erry Murray and Charlie Comstock with the
et powder climbed a mere sapling; while Frank
omstock and Will Murray with what dry pow-
Ier was left in Jerry's pouch climbed a stronger


Bobby, true to the instincts of the hunter, held
firmly his bow and arrow which he had clutched
at the first alarm, while Hulks instantly grasped
the child in his powerful arms, and helped him up
the unusually long trunk of a mighty oak, once on
the lower limbs of which the agile child easily
climbed to a convenient height; quicker than a
thought Hulks darted back, seized the hatchet,
and a moment later, had climbed beside Bobby,
and proceeded at once to lop off a great branch,
thus making for his pet a comfortable seat.
By the time they could look down, each from
his elevated position, an immense she-bear was
making mischief with the contents of the little
wagon. She crashed the few dishes, crunched
the delicate bones of the uncooked game, and
after devouring all there was, as if the morsels
only whetted her voracious appetite, with yelps
and snatches, and now and then a deep, hoarse
growl, the huge beast turned her great fiery
eyes up to the frail sapling where crouched poor
Jerry and Charlie in their perilous plight with-
out so much as a shot to protect them.. Fortu-
nately it was not far from the tree which shel-
tered Frank and Will, and Jerry called out:
Say, Frank, can't you get this creature's
eyes away from us? she means awful mischief.
Fire a shot at her, can't you! "
"She's too far off," cried Hulks "saye your
powder a moment." And putting his fingers at
his mouth he imitated the cry of a cub so per-
fectly that the great brute at once shambled off
a few feet, then stopped, evidently listening.
Fearing she might notice the cry came from
above, Hulks was silent for a moment, when the
animal looked again towards the sapling, then
suddenly ran and banged herself against it with
all force.
The little tree swayed frightfully, while the
boys cried out in terror:
Shoot, Frank! For mercy's sake, shoot! "
But just then Hulks repeated the cub's cry
with such piteous whines, that the old mother-
bear looked around as if in alarm herself; then
she walked directly under the tree in which were
Frank and Will with their, scanty supply of pow-
der. But Frank was waiting for her, and as she
halted for a moment, bang! went a gun. But it
only wounded and staggered the powerful crea-
ture, who, growling with pain, again made a fear-
ful lunge at the sapling.
Hulks more clearly than before sent out the
plaintive cry to which even the brute-mother
was not for an instant deaf, and as she crawled
along under Frank's shelter, the boy took good
aim, but only to exasperate, without fatally
wounding the dangerous enemy.
Desperate now with pain, she made a third
time for the sapling, as if conscious of its dread-
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the gamin.-.
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pealing repetition, the poor bleeding bear started
away in the direction of the sound; but as a
heavy branch cut by Hulks's strong hand fell to growled in agony, the young bear's voice seemed
the ground, the brute rushed up to the tree, to call her back to touching consciousness; then
then squatted down at its foot, and, her long as she raised her poor dazed face upward in
red tongue lolling from her mouth, with glitter- stupid bewilderment- whiz! went another ar-
ing, fiery eyes, she intently watched Hulks row, blinding her completely.
slowly descending, when whiz! went an arrow She rolled over helpless now, and as quick as
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few vigorous strokes of the hatchet despatched
her completely. The next moment he cried out
joyously:
She all dead, boys! "
Another moment they had gathered around
their victim, and were forming plans for her re-
moval.
"We'll have to go home and get the horse
and wagon, and come right back," said Frank,
Sfor all the king's horses, and all the king's men
couldn't manage poor Humpty Dumpty Bruin
without a wagon. We mustn't rumple her hide
any. Just think how much money she will bring
us. We're well within three miles of Connexion."
Very jubilantly they started for home, forget-
ful of their powderless condition, but no other ob-
ject of terror presented itself, and they reached
home at about nine o'clock, declaring they must
take powder, the horse and wagon, and return
for their spoils.
But this time the tired little Bobby had no
wish to accompany them.
The mothers remonstrated somewhat against
Tie two twelve-year-olds' returning, but the
t.' hers, Messrs. Comstock and Murray, decided
t.:. go with the boys, and thought that just for
.,I ce" they might see the fun out. They also
1 _.:ped that, having killed the mother, they might
Sllscover old Bruin's lurking-place.
Arrived at the scene of the afternoon's conflict,
'i .L monster was speedily placed in the wagon,
a ;tter which the party ascended the hill, when
IlIllks soon discovered a cavern, in which were
i 1 ree luckless cubs.
But old Bruin had not yet arrived, so again
bLiding in trees, they waited and watched in the
,,.,onlight, until a long, shambling object ap-
Sr.)ached the cavern, but it never entered, for in
. moment its body was riddled with gun shots.
The party reached home safely, all being abun-
.1 ,ntly satisfied with the long exciting events of
tie day and night.
But the next morning when the Murrays had
.,me over to talk about the expedition with the
o' stocks, Mrs. Comstock asked quietly, looking
:i her two older boys:
What do you think you should have done if
Bobby had not been there?"
And the four boys looked into one another's
1.i'.es silently for a moment, then Charlie said
4 ., wly:
"It would be hard to tell, ma, just what we
iould have done for I think Bobby was just
.1 little ahead of us this trip from begin-
n!Ig to end." MRs. HARRIET A. CHEEVER.

TT is said that Queechy and the Wide, Wide
World are almost the only American novels
.-lblished one third of a century ago that have
1' continued sale.


HELEN'S SONG.
L ITTLE Helen sings a song -
IHappy Helen, all daylong;
And this is what my baby sings,
This the chant to which she swings:
Eny, meny, mony, my,
fycher,, pycher, fe, Jb, fy."

A mystery enshrouds the words
Dark and dense, as song of birds;
What they mean? I cannot tell;
Difficult are they to spell:
S'Eny, meny, mony, my,
Iycher, pycher, fee, fo, fy."


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Could ever fall from baby tongue,
Unused to songs by worldlings sung.
So Eny, meny, money, my,
Hycher, pycher, fee, fo, fy,"
And happily the days go by.
KATE H. ESTELY.

THE DEPRAVITY OF TRANSLATORS.
N one of Cooper's novels occurs this passage:
He dismounted in front of the house and
tied his horse to a large locust." A French trans-
lator rendered it thus: "He descended from his
horse in front of the chateau and tied him to a
large grasshopper." This is not quite so bad,
however, as the rendering of Milton's "Hail,
Horrors! hail! into Comment vous portez-vous,
Messieurs les Horreura ?" (How. do you do,
Messrs. Horrors?) which enormity was actually
committed by a would-be translator of Paradise
.Lost.


HELEN'S SONG.


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ROYAL AUTHORS.


ROYAL AUTHORS.
ROYALTY likes to see itself in print quite as
well as ordinary mortals do. Many peo-
ple are familiar with Queen Victoria's Journals,
and of her family, the Crown Princess of Ger-
many, the Duke of Edinburgh, the Princess
Christian, and Prince Albert Victor and Prince
George of Wales are writers of books. The
lovely Queen Elizabeth of Roumania is a star, if
not of the first magnitude, in literature; and of
the other writers may be named King Oscar II.
of Sweden; Dom Louis I. of Portugal; Prince
Nicolas of Montenegro; Dom Pedro II. of Bra-
zil; King Louis II. of Bavaria, and Prince Lu-
cien Bonaparte.
There are many royal artists and musicians
and one royal doctor-Duke Charles Theo-
dore of Bavaria who is in practice at Munich
and is a surgeon-oculist of high reputation.

THE ALPHABET PLAY.
T was a new game for Nel-
S.! lie. Dick had played it
before, and so had cousin
Ste; but to Nellie it was
S entirely new.
It was Dick who pro-
Sposed it this evening, as
They sat about the round
: table in the library, won-
dering how they were to
pass the few hours be-
fore bedtime. At last he had a happy thought!
"Nellie," said he, "it's capital fun. They al-
ways play it at the Seymours', and Minerva
Blake is a good hand at it, I can tell you. She
never got a single forfeit the whole evening. You
ask Ste if he doesn't think it a good game."
"But tell me something about it, Dick. I do
not know that I understand it. Could the little
Saracen play it with us?"
Now "the little Saracen" was aunt Sara's lit-'
tie daughter Mercy, and it was a nickname the
children had for her, by which, however, they
meant no harm, for they loved their gentle little
cousin very dearly.
"Why, yes," said Dick, "with a little help
from Ste, I think the little Saracen would get on
verywell. As to the game, why, the object is to
refresh and to test one another's memories as to
names in geography and history and literature;
Jet Seymour calls it the A, B, C of Historical
Characters;' but one may range very far afield,
for even Jim Crow and Mother Goose can appear
in the list."
"But how do you play it?" asked Nellie.
"That's as simple as shoe-buttoning," was
Master Dick's reply. Somebody is chosen by
L-~


lot, whose duty it is to draw up an Alphabet
full of allusions to standard characters, person-
ages and places. If he fails in filling out a letter,
he pays a forfeit. When he has finished he reads
out his names, and each of the party is asked to
explain the reference. You may depend upon it,
there are sure to be some odd explanations. I
heard some ridiculously funny ones at the Sey-
mours'. Some of the allusions Ste makes are
outrageously puzzling. One has to be well up in
the Bible, Shakespeare, and Don Quixote, not to be
caught tripping on his Alphabet. Well, whoever
makes an absurd mistake or fails to offer any ex-
planation, pays a forfeit. Don't you think you'd
like the game ? "
"I laughed myself hoarse over some of the
nonsense we wrote, and at some we heard, the
other night," said cousin Ste.
"I'd like to try it," said Nellie.
"Well, run and call the little Saracen."
Mercy was soon seated at the table with the
others, and everybody was armed with paper
and pencil. The only thing not yet settled was
as to who should write the first Alphabet.
The Saracen and I ought to be counted out
of the lot-drawing," said Nellie, "for we have
never yet seen or heard one of your Alphabets.
Either you or cousin Ste ought to begin."
"Very well," said cousin Ste, putting down
the novel he had in his hand-it was the Sun
Maidc- and feeling in his pockets. "Dick, you
and I will draw lots, and now I am going to tell
you how. We'll eat these almonds, you one and
I one, until we get to a philopena one, and he
who gets the twins must make the Alphabet."
"Done!" cried Dick. "Hurrah!"
"O no," remonstrated Nellie, quite taken
aback by cousin Ste's proposal to leave her out
of the almond feast. "I'm willing to take my
chance. I shall join in the lottery too."
"And I too, cousin Ste," put in little Mercy.
So it was agreed that all four should stand the
test, and by the time they had nearly put an end
to cousin Ste's stock of almonds, it so happened
that '1.! ,t.r-r Dick cracked a philopcena almond,
which he shared with "the little Saracen."
So Dick's to do the writing," said cousin Ste.
"Remember now, Dick, no copying, no plagiar-
ism, no too vivid recollections of what was
written the other night. All must be fresh as
newly turned clabber. And it must be done in
quick time too. Nellie and I will start a game
of chess while you put your letters down. Call
us when you are ready. Mercy will watch you,
and see that you do not get help from book or
brownie."
Mercy laughed, and promised to keep a close
watch on him.
Dick did -not take very long to write off his
Alphabet. But neither did cousin Ste take very


88






ROYAL AUTHORS.


ROYAL AUTHORS.
ROYALTY likes to see itself in print quite as
well as ordinary mortals do. Many peo-
ple are familiar with Queen Victoria's Journals,
and of her family, the Crown Princess of Ger-
many, the Duke of Edinburgh, the Princess
Christian, and Prince Albert Victor and Prince
George of Wales are writers of books. The
lovely Queen Elizabeth of Roumania is a star, if
not of the first magnitude, in literature; and of
the other writers may be named King Oscar II.
of Sweden; Dom Louis I. of Portugal; Prince
Nicolas of Montenegro; Dom Pedro II. of Bra-
zil; King Louis II. of Bavaria, and Prince Lu-
cien Bonaparte.
There are many royal artists and musicians
and one royal doctor-Duke Charles Theo-
dore of Bavaria who is in practice at Munich
and is a surgeon-oculist of high reputation.

THE ALPHABET PLAY.
T was a new game for Nel-
S.! lie. Dick had played it
before, and so had cousin
Ste; but to Nellie it was
S entirely new.
It was Dick who pro-
Sposed it this evening, as
They sat about the round
: table in the library, won-
dering how they were to
pass the few hours be-
fore bedtime. At last he had a happy thought!
"Nellie," said he, "it's capital fun. They al-
ways play it at the Seymours', and Minerva
Blake is a good hand at it, I can tell you. She
never got a single forfeit the whole evening. You
ask Ste if he doesn't think it a good game."
"But tell me something about it, Dick. I do
not know that I understand it. Could the little
Saracen play it with us?"
Now "the little Saracen" was aunt Sara's lit-'
tie daughter Mercy, and it was a nickname the
children had for her, by which, however, they
meant no harm, for they loved their gentle little
cousin very dearly.
"Why, yes," said Dick, "with a little help
from Ste, I think the little Saracen would get on
verywell. As to the game, why, the object is to
refresh and to test one another's memories as to
names in geography and history and literature;
Jet Seymour calls it the A, B, C of Historical
Characters;' but one may range very far afield,
for even Jim Crow and Mother Goose can appear
in the list."
"But how do you play it?" asked Nellie.
"That's as simple as shoe-buttoning," was
Master Dick's reply. Somebody is chosen by
L-~


lot, whose duty it is to draw up an Alphabet
full of allusions to standard characters, person-
ages and places. If he fails in filling out a letter,
he pays a forfeit. When he has finished he reads
out his names, and each of the party is asked to
explain the reference. You may depend upon it,
there are sure to be some odd explanations. I
heard some ridiculously funny ones at the Sey-
mours'. Some of the allusions Ste makes are
outrageously puzzling. One has to be well up in
the Bible, Shakespeare, and Don Quixote, not to be
caught tripping on his Alphabet. Well, whoever
makes an absurd mistake or fails to offer any ex-
planation, pays a forfeit. Don't you think you'd
like the game ? "
"I laughed myself hoarse over some of the
nonsense we wrote, and at some we heard, the
other night," said cousin Ste.
"I'd like to try it," said Nellie.
"Well, run and call the little Saracen."
Mercy was soon seated at the table with the
others, and everybody was armed with paper
and pencil. The only thing not yet settled was
as to who should write the first Alphabet.
The Saracen and I ought to be counted out
of the lot-drawing," said Nellie, "for we have
never yet seen or heard one of your Alphabets.
Either you or cousin Ste ought to begin."
"Very well," said cousin Ste, putting down
the novel he had in his hand-it was the Sun
Maidc- and feeling in his pockets. "Dick, you
and I will draw lots, and now I am going to tell
you how. We'll eat these almonds, you one and
I one, until we get to a philopena one, and he
who gets the twins must make the Alphabet."
"Done!" cried Dick. "Hurrah!"
"O no," remonstrated Nellie, quite taken
aback by cousin Ste's proposal to leave her out
of the almond feast. "I'm willing to take my
chance. I shall join in the lottery too."
"And I too, cousin Ste," put in little Mercy.
So it was agreed that all four should stand the
test, and by the time they had nearly put an end
to cousin Ste's stock of almonds, it so happened
that '1.! ,t.r-r Dick cracked a philopcena almond,
which he shared with "the little Saracen."
So Dick's to do the writing," said cousin Ste.
"Remember now, Dick, no copying, no plagiar-
ism, no too vivid recollections of what was
written the other night. All must be fresh as
newly turned clabber. And it must be done in
quick time too. Nellie and I will start a game
of chess while you put your letters down. Call
us when you are ready. Mercy will watch you,
and see that you do not get help from book or
brownie."
Mercy laughed, and promised to keep a close
watch on him.
Dick did -not take very long to write off his
Alphabet. But neither did cousin Ste take very


88






THE ALPHABET PLAY.


long to checkmate poor little Nellie, and he
was just about to gather up the last pieces on the
board and sing out to Dick:
"Time's up, myfriend. Pay forfeits for as
many letters as are not yet filled out," when Dick
kept the words unsaid by calling out first:
"Come into court! Full jury!"
Ste and Nellie and little Mercy drew their
chairs close to his, as he spread his paper out be-
fore him and read aloud as follows:
Dick's Alphabet of Historical Characters.
A for Ant of Solomon.
B Bull of Bashan.
C Cat of Whittington.
D Dragon of St. George.
E Elephant of Pyrrhus.
F Fish of Jonah.
G Goat of Bacchus.
H Horse of Alexander.
I Ibis of Egypt.
J Jackass of Apuleius.
K Kick of Preceding.
L Lion of Androcles.
M Mock-Turtle of Alice in Wonderland.
N" Nightingale of IIafiz.
0 Oyster of Milo.
P Pig of St. Patrick.
Q Quagmire Moccasin.
R Hoc of Habib.
S Serpent of Old Nile,
T Toad of Esop.
U Ugly Duck of Hans Andersen.
V Viper of St. Paul.
W" Wolf of Romulus and Remus.
X Cross of all these breeds.
Y Young of the Foregoing.
Z Zebra Mounted by Darion in Chase of Y.
Cousin Ste ruled out K on the ground that it
was not a character at all, and probably only one
of very many of the same class. He also ruled
out M as unreal, but both Nellie and Mercy with-
stood this judgment, contending that it was as
real as Alice herself, "and," added Dick in self-
defense, a vast deal more real than Junius, or
the lady we saw at church last Sunday in Doctor
WV I;!i,= t.I.[i's pew."
Scandal! whispered cousin Ste in a warning
tone. "Run for your lives! "
Then he ruled out Q because, he said, there
was no such distinctive name; and he wanted to
rule out X, Y, Z, but uncle Robert, coming in
just then, vowed that they were the best letters
in the list, and so they stayed.
Dick paid two half-forfeits for what he had
done amiss on K and Q, and supplied the fol-
lowing :
K for Kangaroo of Australia.
Q Queer Queen Catherine's Quackers.


These cousin Ste thought very poor, but he let
them stay.
And now, little readers, to understand the fun
they had in demanding .explanations of these let-
ters and in gathering in lots of forfeits- one
even from cousin Ste, through a piece of forget-
fulness--you must play this game yourselves.
`c~----------game yore'selves.-


I think you will like it. Nellie did, as Dick had
predicted, and so much the better from her de-
light at "the little Saracen's surprising them
all by the readiness and correctness of some of
her answers.
For instance, when Dick, reading over again
slowly, for the others to answer, came to J, Mercy
remembered as well as Dick had in making up
his Alphabet what uncle Robert had told them
when her mamma was reading aloud the beauti-
ful story of Cupid and Psyche from William
Morris's poem, The Earthly Paradise; how that
story was told first in a strange and not very
proper book called The Golden Ass of Apuleius,
written in Latin; and then he had told them that
it was called by that queer name because a man
was changed in the story by a wicked witch into
an ass, and the whole story was about what he
saw and heard and what happened to him when
in that state. This was the letter which even
cousin Ste had to give up, and Nellie did not re-
member what uncle Robert had told Dick and
Mercy and herself. But Mercy reinembered very
well, and she said at once:
"Oh! I know what that means. That is the
donkey the man was turned into in the Latin
book uncle Robert told us about. And he said
the same book told the story of Cupid and Psyche,
the story we thought so beautiful, you know,
Nellie. It is all like the Arabian Nights."
And she knew her Arabian Nights so well,
that she recognized at once the great Roc that
bore the Arabian knight, Habib, through the air
to the mountains of Caucasus.
Then, too, when Dick came to V, why, of
course little Mercy knew all about the shipwreck
of St. Paul and the viper that fastened on his band
when the fire was kindled by the wrecked sailors
and Roman soldiers and the prisoners on the
island of Melita, and how the apostle shook it off
and remained unharmed.
Nor was W hard for her, as mamma had told
her all about Romulus and Remus and their
strange nursing-mother in the wild woods.
You see, then, that even a little girl like Mercy,
if she listens well to the stories that are told her,
and remembers all the pretty things she hears,
names and all, can do very nicely in this game.
Well, they all had forfeits to pay; but I am
not going to tell you how they paid them. Uncle
Robert set them tasks, and saw to it that all the
forfeits were redeemed.
Only, I must tell you that afterwards "the
little Saracen" caught Dick at Philopcena, and
had a very nice present from him.
RIPPLE ZEST.

OW greedy you are!" said Mary as John-
nie took the last banana. "I wanted
that myself."


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42 THE KITE FACTORY.


ANCIENT ENGLISH CUSTOMS.
O NE of the many quaint old customs still
surviving in England is the one observed
on Good Friday, at the Priorji Church of St.
Bartholemew, London. On that day, under the
supervision of the rector and wardens, twenty-
one new sixpences are placed upon a tombstone
in the old churchyard to be taken by an equal
number of poor widows belonging to the parish.
The name of the giver has been lost, but the cus-
tom is a very ancient one, dating from a period
long before the Protestant Revolution. At All
Hallows Church, sixty hospital boys receive a
new penny and a bag of raisins on that day.
This is done in accordance with the will of
Peter Simonds, who died in 1586.


THE KITE FACTORY AND THE
FAMOUS HORSE KITE.
S7:' T was a brilliant idea
4 -j that occurred to Mor-
Sris Metcalf, when he
j proposed to Ogden Ed-
wards that they two
-. should join fortunes,
and form a company for
the manufacture of

a business way by the
name of the Hurley Kite
Factory. Morris's father was at this very time
building a wing to his house, so an abundance of
timber was at hand for the making of sticks, and
one of the carpenters promised to lend him a
glue pot with a little furnace attached which
would answer capitally for cooking the paste.
Besides they could have the use of a little room
off the carriage-house so his father told him
- and thus the Factory became an established
fact, and the boys put over the door a sign
painted by Ogden's own hand:

METCALF & EDWARDS,
HURLEY KITE FACTORY.

Ogden was remarkably clever at doing.almost
anything with a jackknife, and enjoyed, on that
account, quite an enviable reputation among his
schoolfellows.
So without any fuss the kite manufactory was
organized. Before long it became so fashion-
able to possess one of the Hurley kites that you
could have seen almost every boy in town com-
ing away from the carriage-house with some kind
of a kite in his hands; that is, every one who
could raise a single dime, and the boy who could
not do that must have certainly lived in some


other town than Hurley. For this sum, the
partners furnished a simple four-cornered kite
covered with plain newspaper, with perhaps
some engraving pasted on the front of it, to set
it off. But these did not form the highest style
of the firm's wares. They made for richer cus-
tomers six-cornered, star, bird, and bow kites.
But as the boys did not expect to make their
fortunes by manufacturing kites their prices
were universally quite reasonable. To Morris
came the not unimportant share of getting up
most of the clever projects that the two united
in to bring them before the public.
To him belonged the idea of fastening tiny
bells to the kite tails, so that while they were
raising them, they were charmed with the music,
and after they had flown too high for them to
hear, the boys said that the kites made music,
for the birds. But finally when the summer had
pretty well advanced, and trade had naturally
become a little dull, Morris came out with his
grand scheme, which was that he and Ogden
should unite their forces in building the biggest
kite that they had ever seen, or even heard
about.
S"Yes," answered Ogden," that is a good prop-
osition. But where is the boy that will venture
on raising such a kite and besides, you know,
that all of our large six-foot kites must be put up
when there is little wind, or they will surely break
loose; there isn't any twine strong enough to hold
them."
There is just where you are wrong, Ogden,"
said Morris, they have just the twine for the
purpose at Ebenezer Wilkins' bookbindery, and
we could use sheep twine if forced to do it.
But this is ever so much better; it is lighter, and
smoother, and if I am not mistaken, is made of
selected hemp ; it is too strong for me to break,
although I tried to do it with my feet; and Wil-
kins told me that he could easily spare us as
much as three balls of it, and as for your diffi-
culty in finding a boy, I tell you we don't need
any boy. I will put up the kite myself mounted
on old Bob, father's steady horse, and," continued
he, "it will create the greatest excitement out.
We will advertise it in the weekly Clarion and
the editor will not fail to call attention to so
strange an affair as the ascension of a horse kite."
Of course this was a bit of boyish bombast.
But, after all, its foundation was in excellent
sense, for it certainly was only natural that the
very act of putting up a kite which was of so im-
mense a size that a horse was required to do the
running, was just the kind of novelty that would
claim a good deal of attention. So the two boys
worked at the enormous machine together. Og-
den especially displayed a great amount of inge-
nuityin its construction. As a novelty, hemade
a great windmill for the top of it which, by


42


THE KITE FACTORY.






TI-E KITE FACTORY.


i. .11- 1i .i .,! l 1,i i l. .t LL;: turned a
i _.. ,, .. lI Ii -.. li ,. r:. -, ..n the face
..I i r L ,l': i.- .: L.. i -i t is m ade in
i... ,. i' .. ; h -,- '.. r i.- paper, viz:
_.. !. '. I., I 1 .l.at w as cov-
:r ., l I i: .. I,,. a, i, : u .rnam ented
-.- i .-n il l, -v *. ii ,. I. .asted upon
S. \,,. it -,. i l :;.. ..: -... veil know n
., .: I., -. 1,...-.' t i. !I hine it actu-
,i*ll- ... .-. r ir .- .I ile sail to a
u, ,t1 ...,....
It, .l... I t ,_ -I-.--. i.:.1 !....r its ascen-
.;. *. .-.,.,1. TI", I.,- i- l-eady been
,, i. i .:.I l .- ii. '.:' i; r farion w ho
1.. t '... iii ':; '' i i '' 1.i the original-
; i;, ,i_1. -. i. Ii, r,_ .1ii' .' :,i. in conceiv-
I; ,,. I '. ,, i -. .. ... i i "i,. P Such an
1 1 .. 1 -- ,- I I. ,l ., .._!.. i :t :,i d a crow d
,... I .., in )- -D.: I li : I ,, 1 .....1 'aeadow to
- ..i. ,- :i .-.:..: -i..., .t i.L r.~,1 I kable kite.
- .-_:' '.'.'. ; .,i. hii .- '"i t lhe crowd a
i ......- v.-j ~. -:-:-n .-..Lnii .l. i.vr. le road to-
-.. ,-.l1 tih- t rl2. 11 ...i. i-. v.-I I-irst of all
'. .. ;- i, .:.m .'- 1I .i .,.! ID I.,. Tothe front
,ft' I,; i, ,. ,- ;i-1.-, 1 l... i .i : large reel
u .., ..h1 -. ,:.,.l ri1-. ri- ..- ills of linen
S ,-. TM r. .-I -t I:.'- :1 rni: v.- ich M orris
u i._-,. l u'in -, ,.',' i. er i 'i *'.1 Bob came
il kit,_, 'i -.. i .- t...i r !,.,,x,. '-L.len walked
!,. .,l. t.iki ;,' r-:'i ri .i r :- ., i' th i- w indm ill;
thii. .. -. .- 1 v., l :. .I,'i L..t, .Irl the honor
..t ,.: ,r ,. ,t...r t i.? .''.t t ., .i 1v.'- .:i ...rnam ented
,- ti ...'r ,1 iL I... : l i.i -r ..4t all, cam e
F I' '.: T .,v. i ,,:,-, -Li l :i .-1 i1 r -I ruined acon-
.1.l l.1 i I .. t i. : ft'. r .i' .. and conse-
., .-I h,-- v,- ._ <'. i i .- ..t ri-, low est cor-
It *.t r.. it.; v hi it- t:i i:._ hr.r with the
1., i .i i. i i r I I thI t. 1r 1 { t ii 1i i i i -
i'! .i t,:_, i t_,.r- *,,l. i,_.! .. *l prudently
Il_, Ir.:,- i.i ., 'i !ir ii ltiril ..t ,lo-t which he
-i. ti:,:r. .' t h' i ',' ..i.-l':-. Th.- lust imme-
ii I' _- ,l di .: .,irr .:iin I ..tF rtI.- v, ind. It w as
. ,; ._. (:_ i fr...i rhL : .- v M orris di-
r.. i .1 ..,' ,- i .. ,.:v .I t- :r pint. The
1, .:. ; ,:,., .. r t,.1 vfr..-r the hI .rse, Ogden
2 v.-. __.h*_- .- li t, :,:.1 t kit,..' ,:,,l t' the string
i ::: .- :il to' ,r'e-v t .in;. ..'-.- in passing
o',:. rb. tiv.iL but L i'. .-.l ii. t. r h .-r done that,
* ..r M .:i'.irr- li.1 i- ri:.l the iii r 'r i-rf-ct control,
: '1,, .:.it th i?. i.'-i r. --. f'-i .i, the increas-
iL],' .i-i.iu.,. I.. -.-- .. hbui .-u it tri.l ihe boys re-
J ~-ri.lI. A't -i - i- re: h-f.l :i kf :,,- il, the string
v-r.i iL ..,I.1 iiii thl r i L a,1 b .'ul the distance
t' t..tu ,i ki.- hr L i ttie-',y i.l -ft'ore agreed
i .. II-. 2 x-,:- i l.:.,,.1 -b lut :i.l tie four boys
' -' .1, :m.l .-i t th. -i- I, iLu, t-Init Ih:- halted old
r .... :_,,i. -:-.v -. t.. .. .;:, -,i to ri itt w which w as
S... ri n l ii 1. ii.L:- i who of course man-
: i :li,: ,.t l .t .- l. I
T ';: :- :-':, : -.i-, u ....ni-.1 thL kite to be


I -


erected fairly facing the wind. Then he drew
the tail of it out straight behind, taking the op-
portunity to conceal another piece of sheet lead
under one of the tassels which were tied about
two feet apart. He gave last look at the hang-
ings, then as a lively breeze blew, he slipped the
catch from the windmill, gave a wave of his
hand to il .I ri *; and in a moment more the kite
was rising in the air like a bird, while Morris was
putting old Bob to a trial of speed across the
meadow. When the successful ascension was
evident to the crowd, when every ear heard the
ringing of the bell, and ev- ry eye saw distinctly
the revolution of that colored wheel, they could
no longer control their enthusiasm, but gave
vent to one universal shout of admiration. And
I tell you, it made a pretty enough sight, that
great kite rising like a thing of life.
Before long Morris got old Bob down to a
walk, while he himself was busy all the time in
letting out an abundance of twine. Everything
moved along right enough while he was giving
out the string. But so soon as there was no
more to be let out, the kite began cutting up
queer antics; first it would rise in the air fifty or
more feet, then it would turn itself bottom up-
ward and make dive after dive and come down,
only to again mount up and repeat the same
performance as before. They could almost hear
the wild ringing of the dinner bell as it was
tossed to and fro, at the tip of the kite's tail; at
all events there were some who imagined they
could hear it, but that was not possible, for the
kite was more than a half-mile distant.
Concluded on page 50.

NAMES GIVEN TO THE NIGHTS BY
THE SANDWICH ISLANDERS.
B EFORE the Sandwich Islanders adopted
D our reckoning they gave thirty nights to
each month, and each night had a name accord-
ing to the different aspects of the moon. The
first night was called Hilo, to twist, because the
moon was only a curved line; the second night
was Hoaka, a crescent. When the sharp points
of the crescent were lost, it was called Huna, to
conceal. When the moon became convex, it
was Mohalu, to spread out. As it still waxed
it was called Hua, to increase ; when quite round
it became Aku, clear. The three nights of quite
or almost full moon had their names, as did the
nights of the lessening moon. When it had
almost disappeared the night was called Mauli,
or overshadowed; and when it finally vanished,
the moonless night was called Muku, cut off.

W HAT wud Oi want wid a bicycle ? said an
Irishman to the boyswho had been chaff-
ing. Oi'd as soon walk a-foot as ride a-foot."


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44HORSES.


HORSES.
T HE pure bred Arabian horse has a long
TH arched neck, his eyes are full and soft,
his body light, and his legs delicate and slen-
der. He is born and bred among the family
of his owner, and so sweet is his temper that
the little children can roll about his legs with
perfect safety.
The horse is an affectionate animal. Cats
are great favorites with them, and the Go-
dolphin Arabian was strongly attached to one
which usually sat on his back or nestled in
the manger. When Godolphin died the cat
pined away and soon followed her friend.
The famous Chillaby called from his feroc-
ity the Mad Arabian-had a little friend in
the shape of a lamb which would take great
liberties with him.
Bearing in mind, says a writer in the Lonz-
don Field, that the stomach of a horse is
small in proportion to the size of his frame,
he requires feeding often, and though three
times a day is sufficient, four times is better.
Unlike human beings, horses should drink be-
fore they eat, because owing to the conformation
of the stomach water does not remain in the
stomach, but passes through it into a large intes-
tine. If a horse be fed first, the water passing
through the stomach would be likely to carry
with it particles of food, thus producing colic.
"There is no need," says J. G. Wood, "for
whip or spur when the rider and steed understand
each other," a golden saying which ought to be
printed upon the walls of every building where


FAST ASLEEP.


AN ARABIAN HORSE.


a horse is kept. Watch a well-trained drayhorse
and see how perfectly he obeys his master's
slightest gesture or word. He backs, stops, ad-"
vances, turns to right or left, all without a blow
or even a harsh word. It is cowardly to strike
an animal which is at our mercy as it is dastardly
and unmanly to maltreat a child.
The exhibition of trained horses shows what
can be done for the education of these intelligent
animals. Major F. K. Arnold of the Sixth Cav-
lary states that in each of his four troops are
about twenty-five horses that have been trained
to lie flat on the ground while the troops
fire over their bodies. They are taught to
lie down when the left fore leg is touched.
The men can climb all over them and fire in
various positions without the horses stirring.
It took only three months to train these
horses, and they are old California broncos.
"Much better results may be expected from
young American horses," he adds.
Much is now written in regard to the
proper shoeing of the horse. The method
in use is said to be unnatural and hurtful.
That the only shoe that should be allowed is
a narrow "tip," which should not be nailed
to the hoof, but countersunk, so as to be flush
with the edge of the crust, thus leaving the
crust to its natural growth and wear, and al-
lowing the foot to retain the elasticity so
necessary to prevent the jarring of the spine
or brain. One result of the receivedmethod
of shoeing is, that the enormous volume of
blood which is sent into the hoof for the pur-
pose of continually forming new horn, has
nothing to do, and is pumped into the struc-
tures faster than it can get out. Hence


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FRIENDS.


FRYING BEEFSTEAK IN G.
M R. G. R. SIMS, the dramatist, and
two friends, one a pianoforte 'tuner,
were at one time on a pedestrian tour, and
becoming hungry stopped at an inn where
they ordered a dish of rump steaks. While
waizg 2, *Aey heardd A peculiar hissing and
frizzling sound issuing from the kitchen.
-. Why, hang me!" exclaimed one of the trio,
in horror, "hang me, if they're not frying
it!" by "it," meaning the steak. Thereat
the pianoforte tuner, drawing out his tuning-
fork and striking it upon the table, remarked
as he applied it to his ear, "Yes, and hang
me if they're not frying it in G."


HORSES.


45


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THE STORY OF FLUFFY.


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L arne so -----much easier
learned so much easier


TERY boy or girl that
is worth anything loves
pets of course,and every
father and mother that
is worth anything is
willing sometimes to
bear the inconvenience
of them, for the sake of
the valuable lessons of
responsibility and ten-
derness which are
from experience than


from precept. To be sure there are far too many
children whose only idea of pleasure in animals
is in hurting or frightening them. I am afraid
the blame should rest principally upon older peo-
ple. When a boy sees his-mother run shrieking
from every innocent snake or spider, is it strange
that his only thought is to crush the poor help-
less thing?
Our boys have no such cruel impulses. From
their earliest babyhood they have never seen
father or mother manifest fear of any of God's
creatures, and so they only feel a warm affection
and admiration for everything that walks or flies
or creeps. Dick the oldest (he is just eight),
has wonderful eyes. I don't mean that they are
wonderfully beautiful, but wonderfully sharp.
He sees everything; a great many things that he
is not intended to see, I must admit; and he and
his brother Hal, two years younger than himself,
are always bringing in something curious or
beautiful to show to mamma, and to ask her end-
less questions about. That is the way they came
to adopt their pet, Fluffy.
Now if you were to guess allday you would
never find out what sort of an animal Flt-I! ; --.,,
unless I told you. I hardly think you would
guess even if I were to help you by hinting that
he was two different animals. He was not adog,
though if there was time I should like to tell you
some of the tricks of their dog Jack, who, I am
quite sure, is a great deal more intelligent than
some children I could name. Neither was Fluffy
a cat, though they have one of the softest, fun-
niest, prettiest kittens in the world. Neither was
either of their rabbits named Fluffy, the rabbits, I


46


AN OLD SCOTCH CLERK.
TiHIS old clerk, although he had for many
Years, Sunday after Sunday, given out the
Psalms and hymns to be sung, had never fully
mastered the Roman numerals. One morning,
after puzzling a while over Psalm xlii., he
announced it as follows: "Let us sing to the
praise of God, the X the L and the two-eyed
Psalm."

TIE STORY OF FLUFFY.


mean, that Dick was always hunting up out of
school-hours last spring and always found, I am
sorry to say, eating the tender lettuces, in our
next door neighbor's garden. Nor was he a bird,
though they have a lovely little canary so tame
that he will allow himself to be carried on Dick's
finger all about the house, and even in the
garden.
Well, as you can't guess, I will tell you. Fluffy
was a white furry caterpillar. Now don't be
disgusted, dear children. If you have never kept
caterpillars you don't know what interesting lit-
tle creatures they are, and I hope, when I have
told you about Fluffy and his companions, you
will try the experiment for yourselves, and in
that case I am quite sure you will not wonder so
much at our boy's fondness for their pet.
Hal was the one that found him. We were
going to church one fine summer morning, when
the little boy suddenly pounced down upon the
ground, thereby making two bright green stains
on his white linen knees, and exclaimed with
great excitement:
0, mamma! what a beautiful caterpillar !"
Sure enough, on the iron railing surrounding
a garden, was a caterpillar covered all over with
white hairs, and having a bright red head and
two long wavy plumes at each end of his body.
"I want to take him home!" begged Hal,
eagerly.
But we can't very well take him to church
with us," replied his mother. "I don't see what
you can do unless you ask him to wait there until
we come home."
This the boys were very reluctant to do, and
cast many regretful glances backward, never ex-
pecting to see him again. On our way home
after the service all but Hal had forgotten his
discovery entirely, but perhaps he had been think-
ing of that instead of listening to the sermon.
At any rate as we approached the house with the
garden, he proposed to his brother that they
should run on in advance of the rest of the party
and see if the caterpillar had gone. Presently
much to their mother's surprise they returned in
triumph, Hal carrying his treasure carefully in
his hand.
He staid exactly where I told him to," re-
marked Hal with great satisfaction.
Mamma produced an old envelope from her
pocket in which the new pet was carefully placed,
the top folded over so as to prevent his escape,
and then Hal was directed to carry it by one
corner lest he should accidentally hurt the little
creature.
On the way home the whole family discussed
eagerly the name of its new member which was
finally settled to be Fluffy," by which name he
has ever since been known in our own household,
and is now introduced. As soon as we were in the





THE STORY OF FLi

house, Hal cautiously unfolded the envelope in Hal's m
order to admire his acquisition again, but alas! the daintic
3Mr. Fluffy had totally disappeared. Poor Hal's leaves as
countenance fell decidedly. It was a little like a the top of
conjurer's trick. He had been carefully holding with string
his package by one corner all the way home, and could be sl
his care seemed to be entirely thrown away upon the wither
an empty paper. ing to until
"I don't see how he could i <:-J 1.1 have got complete w
out," said the little boy in a disappointed tone. to put him
a "Nor I," replied his mamma, for I thought newspaper
he was securely fastened in. But see here, dear, time we in
he must have crept out of his little hole at the oner half
end." was oblige
Oh! he couldn't, mamma," exclaimed Hal He was pr
contemptuously, "he was three times as big as and after
;that hole." hoping to
He is gone, at any rate," replied his mother, up and se
"and caterpillars can squeeze their soft bodies leaves. T
'through a much smaller space than you would sight to wa
think." on the edt
"Oh I have found him," shouted Dick at this teeth. He
point, here he is on the back of Hal's collar derest leave
And there he was hurrying along as well as a always eat,
caterpillar could hurry, with graceful undulations he begins
,of his furry body, to escape from these new peo- The nex
pie that he had no idea were friends. He was we found 1
gently removed, and placed in a piece of news- another pu
paper which was firmly twisted at both ends and in the lac
then he was left on the parlor mantel-piece while was seen s
jmamma prepared a cage for him. I am going to the window
tell you exactly how she did this, for if you into the w
should like to try the experiment for yourselves, him back
as I hope you will, you would want to know how made no j
to make your little pet comfortable. vinced, pr
She first took a common pasteboard box about getting aw
eight inches long and four wide (one of those boys.
called by confectioners a pound box, meaning
'that they will contain a pound of candy) and
covered the bottom with a layer of earth from
the garden. This was partly to keep the cage
fresh and clean and partly because many cater-
pillars like to dig in the earth and crawl upon it. N Old I
Then she put in two or three sprays of rose L annual
leaves. You must take pains to find out for apple bee,
what particular leaves your worms have a fancy. building c
Upon whatever plant or shrub in your garden and wide-
you may find the worms you are pretty safe in neighborlin
giving them the leaves of that plant for their good cheer
food. And you must take pains to give them oak frames
fresh leaves every day. It will be a little trouble, less little fs
no doubt, but a child who is not willing to take a folk had a
little trouble for his pets is not fit to have the vesting bee
care of any pets at all. Don't try to feed your apple bee a
caterpillars on grass or weeds that are easy to makings wl
find. If they don't like them they won't eat was done
them any more than our Dick could live on buck- by their hos
wheat cakes, or Hal on calf's liver, two dishes the pret
which the boys respectively hate with all the To call th
strength of their palates. thought.


UFFY. 41

other began with rose leaves because
st of worms generally will regard rose
a great delicacy. Then she covered
the box with black lace tied on tightly
s in such a way that the whole cove-
ipped off at one end when exchanging
ed leaves for fresh ones without wait-
e the string. _-1iF,,. cage being thus
re went up stairs in solemn procession
Into it. Hal untwisted the piece of
only to find it empty as before. This
immediately perceived the escaped pris-
way up the parlor wall, and mamma
:d to climb on a chair to reach him.
esently safely enclosed in his new cage,
crawling wildly round and round it
find some means of escape, he gave it
ttled down to a good dinner of rose
he children thought it a very pretty
itch him neatly cutting out semicircles
ge of the leaves with his little sharp
seemed to select the softest and ten-
es first, too, just as our Hal at teatime
s up his strawberries and cream before
on his bread and butter.
t morning, when we came down stairs,
ie had been using his sharp teeth for
rpose, for there was a neat little hole
e, the box was empty and Mr. Fluffy
hitting on the window sill, waiting for
v to be opened that he might go forth
iorld again. Dick patiently brought
to his cage again, and after this he
further efforts to escape, being con-
obably, of the utter hopelessness of
'ay from two such very wide awake

Concluded on page 54.


BEES.
lew England, every year brought its
1 "bees"--the spinning bee, the
the husking bee. The raising of a
instituted a bee. The neighbors far
-for simple proximity did not limit
ess came together, and with social
and mutual good-will, the ponderous
were raised. If there were a father-
imily in any neighborhood, the kindly
planting bee in the spring and a har-
in the autumn for their benefit. The
aid the husking bee were true merry-
lere the busy workers after their task
feasted on the good things furnished
Its. Then came the games and dances
ty old dances like the Virginia Reel.
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50 THE KITE FACTORY.


THE OWL.
O WLS are, almost without exception, noc-
turnal in their habits, and their form and
structure is adapted to their life. Their eyes
are so made as to take in every ray of light, and
are extremely sensitive to the glare of daylight, as
Every one knows who has seen the pitiable way in
which an owl will blink when exposed to it. The
owl is not a songster, though Gilbert White says
in his --. .*;. ....' that a certain friend of his tried
the voices of the owls in his neighborhood, and
found that they all hooted in B flat. Frank
Buckland, an English .naturalist, gives an owl-
call which he learned from a jagd-meister in Ger-
many. It is made thus:" Bend up all the fin-
gers of the right hand, clasp them tight with the
fingers of the left, leaving a hollow; crook the
two thumbs so as to leave a crack; blow sharp
into the hollow. The call will act better if the
hands are wetted." Owls are extremely useful
in clearing out mice and other small vermin.
The owl, like the hawk, throws up, in the form
of pellets, the hair, feathers and bones of the
creatures he has eaten. Of our American owls,
the Burrowing owl may be mentioned as most
interesting. It lives harmoniously with the
prairie 1 .-. and into their underground habita-
tion the rattlesnake often intrudes, and together
' l- -f.. VI a happy family of three. Owls nest in
holes, sometimes in deep holes in trees. English
boys have an ingenious way of getting at the
young birds in these holes. They roll up a
woollen stocking in a loose ball, and by means of
a -i.. 1. b it up and down above the young
ovl1- Ti. owl chicks naturally turn on their
backs and attack it with their claws, and are not
able to disentangle them. So the boys draw them
out easily. They are rather amusing pets.

THE KITE FACTORY AND THE
FAMOUS HORSE KITE.
Concluded from page 43.
_-7"< -IE rest of the boys were
ot idle in the mean-
Stime; they had been
"", I 1 busy in putting up six
'- ',..-. and eight-co rner ed,
round bow, star, bird,

.-. :.--, -i'l l ioned simple four-corn-
.- ;. ered kites, and as for
Sli .colors they were as
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Some of them were decorated with huge grin-
ning faces. In fact the whole sky seemed filled
with kites and most of them were behaving
themselves more sedately than did the horse-
kite. The performances of this monster had


now become so violent that Ogden had to come
to the assistance of Morris in holding the reel.
The bystanders began to get off their little jokes
at the kite's expense. One man, a blacksmith,
asked Morris if he was well anchored and volun-
teered to get his anvil so that by its weight he
and his horse might remain upon the earth.
Another man, a carpenter, said that he would
seize the present occasion to send his congratula-
tions to the moon on the birth of another comet.
So they kept getting off a steady fire of rather
poor jokes until the immense kite gave a sudden
and violent jerk to its tail that every one thought
detached the dinner bell. At all events the re-
sult of losing so much weight from its tail turned
the great canvas into something quite different
from the former steady flying kite; it now spun
around like a teetotum. So fast did it whirl
that they could hardly distinguish its tassels or
tail. This was kept up for some time, until the
string became untwisted or something else hap-
pened to it, for all at once it gave way at some
point, and the kite shot r.ti.i'ly away towards
the east. No longer diving or whirling, but
generally facing the west, it sped along, fast dis-
appearing in the eastern sky, but still at the
same time slowly d,.-..- 1,ih-._' towards the earth.
Morris did not waste any time. He hastily un-
fastened the reel and gave it to Ogden, and went
up the road after the kite, followed by about
forty boys, who did not accompany him any
farther than the first corner, where they left the
main road to follow the string which would be a
sure guide for them so far as it should extend.
Morris and old Bob in the meanwhile hastened
on, but the kite made altogether faster time than
they, and was finally lost to sight behind a group
of large elms that stood by the side of the road.
Old Bob had much the longest distance to travel,
but, nevertheless, gained constantly on the boys
who could be seen now and then as they came
out of a bit of woods, or ran across some little
valley. Finally they stopped running and a
good many of them gathered about one spot.
They had come to the end of the string, and they
evidently were searching for something, which at
last they seemed to find,for all collected in a crowd,
and appeared to show a great deal of interest in
the object that one of them exhibited. It turned
out to be the dinner bell which, although it was
severely damaged by its fall, was considered of
enough interest to take along with them. It had
a bad fracture, and had lost its clapper.
Morris, as well as the rest of the boys, were
now at some loss how to proceed, but they kept
on for another mile. The boys spread them-
selves out and searched carefully every, bit of
woods that lay in the path which they imagined
must have been taken by the famous kite.
Morris met them at a corner of the the road and


50


THE KITE FACTORY.





THE DEAD MARCH IN "'SAUL."


they concluded that the kite must have fallen
into the top of some tall tree and Morris did not
fail to offer a generous reward of three new
kites to the boy who should return it, no matter
in what condition.
It had begun to grow dark by this time, so
they all turned homewards, a lot of tired boys,
but very proud to think that they had recovered
at least the remains of the dinner-bell. It was
quite late before most of them got home, but the
adventure of the day had been so unique, that
their parents universally excused their delay and
listened eagerly to their account of the trip, as
the hungry lads discussed their bowls of bread
and milk. But great was the surprise and disap-
pointment, too, of the boys when an old Irish-
man and his son appeared in front of the car-
riage-house, bringing in their old lumber-wagon
the somewhat dilapidated remains of what had
only the day before been the famous horse-kite.
Strange to say, the sticks and bow were neither
of them broken. One wing of the windmill was
missing, together with the great wheel that went
around on the front of the kite ; nothing remain-
ing of this but the wire frame on which it was
pasted. The tassels on the sides were damaged,
and so were the streamers on the tail; in fact, the
whole kite looked as if it had wilted. The Irish-
man explained how and where he had found it.
Now," said he, in his rich brogue which lhe
imported with him from old Ireland -he was
standing up in the wagon, and addressing the
large and interested crowd that were gathered
about "Now, I will tell ye a truthful account
of how me and Mike kim by your blissid elephant
kite. We two were just quietly sitting in our little
boat to catch a few perch for the childer's supper,
about sundown or a little before, on Silver Lake,
whin hearing a sudden cry from Mike I immeji-
ately looked at the same place where I saw him
looking and there I behild the quarest bird flying
that iver your eyes saw; it went directly over
the heads or us; it did not appear to move a
wing and yit it flew handsome, and it at last took
- a dive in the middle of the lake. I won't deny
that I thought at first that Mike and me was
seeing' some miracle, but it took him not long to
find out the truth of the matter, and whin he
explained the facts of the case, it made the whole
thing clear to me in a minnit. Ye see he knew
the whole story of your putting up the kite, and
where it came from, and all about it, and I just
thought you might be glad to have it back again
and so as I was coming to town, any way, we
just threw the thing into the wagon and brought
it along."
He had become quite excited during the de-
!,'ery of this speech. Morris promptly rewarded
I'm by handing a half-dollar over to his.care.
he Irishman thanked him, drove off delighted


with his part of the adventure, which he tells to
this day, always making the most, of course, of
his surprise and fear when he first beheld the ap-
parition of the great horse kite. The boys, with-
out touching the kite, in the way of repair, used
it to adorn the walls of the kite factory, and I
myself saw it a few days ago, somewhat faded
and dirty, it is true, but looking as if it would re-
*quire but an hour's good work to be all ready for
another famous flight.
F. T. VANcE.

THE DEAD MARCH IN SAUL."
A CERTAIN Scotch professor, a lover of
music, greatly admires the Dead 1.i. ii
in Saul." If a student," he said to his class
one day, were to tell me that he had absented
himself from a lecture in order to hear the Dead
March in 'Saul,' I should consider the excuse
valid." This declaration was received with
cheers. But behold the result! for days succeed-
ing this rash declaration, the class was thinly
attended, and notes poured in through the jani-
tor of which the following are specimens:
"Dear Sir,-I hope you will excuse my absence
to-day, as I am off to hear the Dead March in
' Saul'!" "Dear Sir, Having heard that the
Dead March in 'Saul' is to be played at the
cemetery, I find myself unable to stay away from
it." "Dear Sir,--You will be pleased to hear
that after your remarks of yesterday on the Dead
March in Saul,' I have bought a flute, and am
staying at home to practise." "Dear Sir,-I
was yesterday so fascinated by the Dead March
in Saul' that 1 propose making a careful study
of this solemn measure. In these circumstances
I hope yon will overlook my necessary absence
from the lectures for the next few days! "- and
so on till the professor was ready to declare that
it was a pity that it had ever entered into the
soul of man to compose the Dead i .'i in
" Saul."

HOW TO MAKE LEMON DROPS.
STRAIN the juice of three .or four large Iem-
ons into a bowl, then mix pulverized
sugar in with it until quite thick. Put into an
earthen pan, and let it boil for a few minutes,
stirring it constantly. Drop it from the end of a
spoon upon writing paper, and when hardened,
keep the drops in tin canisters until wanted.

ID GLOVE" oranges grow in Florida, and
are so called because when peeled they
are so dry outwardly they can be eaten with the
gloves on without damaging the gloves. They
are small, aromatic in flavor and of the Mandarin
variety.


51








SABOUT wars, and could carry t
: :GIANTS. though they were so ma
S -- GIAN Cornelius McGrath
1-J ANY years The sole of his shoe was
Si ago there lived his wrist measured a q
I :I a giant named With one hand he coul
: N Evans, in the sized shoulder of mutto
( service of preserved in Trinity Col
.Charles I. One Giants are generally i
day he danced than dwarfs. An Em
S'i' ^ iI in aplaybefore thought it would be a fi
S'. I the king, and all the giants and dwarfs
at its conclu- put them to live togetl
..--- .J.-,,r. drew from his was done, and she fu
i i'^ ;~ _I ":".:k t the dwarf, strong men should be pu
S.. tfir-y Hudson. The d.v.ir!., lest the giants
-_ -" i. res of Evans and to her surprise, she four
ir .T.-ftr> y ;ar i.ainted on a sign- who needed protection
S'.-- .1i.l -t an .!.1I English inn, teased and plagued an
,- : .1- ,: I.i. Tii. PI-:.r'er and Dwarf." many troublesome mosq
KiL. C''L .-. I 1.l another giant Remains of buried gia
lV ih b--longl i tJ hLs father. James I. the British Museum is
SThis giant's name was Walter Par- leather and covered wit]
+ sons. In his youth he was a black- manship. This "Golde
?> smith, and when at work he had to a tumulus or mound of
A'l- stand in a hole in the ground, so as to town of Mold. This m,
be of the same height as the other workmen.
Once, when walking in the streets of London, '- --.-
a stranger was impertinent to him, but Par- .
sons only showed his resentment by lifting
the man gently, and hanging him up on a
strong hook in the market-place, to be laughed
at by passers-by.
The history of Tony Payne, the Cornish '
giant who lived some two hundred years ago
in Cornwall, England, is interesting. He
was a big, good-natured boy, with so broad i ... .
a back that his schoolmates used it as a
blackboard upon which to work out their !1
"sums." He could take up two boys of or- i'L h
dinary size, and tucking one under each arm
walk easily up a steep cliff, and he must have
been an invaluable companion on a country '
ramble. What a "hare "he must have made
in hare-and-hounds. Even to-day when _,
a Cornish country boy wishes to find a com- a .
prison for any big thing, he says, as long ,
as Tony Payne's foot." When Payne was a
fully grown, it took the skins of three full-' '
grown deer to make him a jacket. One' ..
Christmas eve, a boy was sent into the woods
with his little donkey to get fagots, and as : '
he failed to come back, the people became
worried about him, and Tony Payne offered
to go and fetch him. He found that nothing
was the matter except that the donkey, feel- -
ing tired, was obstinate and would not go.
So Tony picked up donkey and fagots, and
brought them home on his broad back. He WALTER PARSONS AND 'E IM-
served with the Royalists in the Cromwellian PERTIEENT STANGIER.


he wounded soldiers as
ny babies.
vas a giant of renown.
fifteen incheslong, and
quarter of a yard round.
d entirely cover a good-
n. His great skeleton is
allege, Dublin.
nuch more good-natured
press of Austria once
ne thing to get together
That could be found and
ler in one house. This
rthermore ordered that
t over them to guard the
should hurt them. But
id that it was the giants
from the dwarfs, who
d pinched them like, so
uitoes.
nts have been found. In
a vest or corslet made of
h gold of exquisite work-
n Vest" was taken from
earth in Wales, near the
found is supposed to have




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in f':Ilk-l.rI r.1 f.iry
st<..ri:-, :,.,d f,. w children
r i 'f ," : i i u a' 1 I Al t R o t
t:. L.iv: li-.-ir. of J.ck

11, ,1/,, L'+-.. -t.l,/ll .. One
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L..1 v.:ilthfil rnir.. are
1lite ;:-.0its :.(. G.nts
1(rim ii71 le >-l..-,ir, :ind
th.- f:,'.t tl,:'u A ,!!lyon
w..i l-4li a; L.,i. fleUow
J.- 1 m,1.-'b ,:. the inter-
est of his fight with
Christian.


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GIANTS.


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A DUTCH MARKETWOMAN.


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A DUTCH MARKETWOMAN.


Sthe markets of Europe, women are the
Salespeople, generally. They carry their
ite.s and vegetables and flowers poised in bas-
kets upon their heads, or from wooden yokes
fitted to their shoulders. It is not unusual to
see a babe lying among the produce, and when
it chances to be flowers, as is the case with our
Dutch marketwoman, the effect is charming.


AN AJ3aTERATIVrE PASIM,


SUCH was the family of Avery Wooster of
North Pawlet. There were seven boys
and five girls. The boys' name -all began wrth
A--Amos, Avery, Andrew, Alpheus Aameo
Albert, and Asa. The girls' names bean with
M--Mary, Mercy, Marta, Maada and haia.


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THE STORY OF FLUFFY.


THE STORY OF FLUFFY.
Concluded from page 47.
D FTER Fluffy had lived
Switch us four or five
S days, eating and sleep-
Sing and crawling to his
^.f heart's content, he sud-
-denly seemed to re-
fleet that he was born
Si for something better
than this, for one day
Sas Dick's bright eyes
were peering into the
corner of his favorite's cage, he suddenly ex-
claimed :
mamma I Fluffy is spinning a cobweb."
"So he is," said mamma, looking in with in-
terest, "only it is a cocoon, dear child, and not a
cobweb."
"See him'turn himself over and over!" ex.
claimed Hal, eagerly; "he is spinning the web
all round himself. How can he ever get out?"
We will see when the time comes," answered
mamma oracularly. "But what is he doing
now ?"
"He is pulling off his long hairs and weaving
them into the cocoon," replied Dick. 6"And just
see, mamma, it is getting so thick that we can
hardly see him."
In less than half an hour, the work was all
done; there was only to be seen in the corner of
the box an oblong yellowish white cocoon with a
dark spot in the centre which,, I suppose, was
Fluffy's chrysalis.
Good-night, Fluffy," said mamma, removing
the earth and leaves from the box.. "Now for a
good long sleep."
How long, mamma ?" asked Hal, anxiously.
"I can't tell exactly," replied his mother;
"probably, as this is summer, he will only sleep
three or four weeks. If it were cold weather in
September, or October, he would sleep on until
next spring."
I wish he would wake up to-morrow," re-
marked Dick, a boy who is never willing to wait
for anything. For the first two or three days
the boys talked frequently about their pet, but
presently they brought in various other similar
and dissimilar creatures, who were kept in sepa-
rate cages, and went through the eating, sleeping,
and even the escaping sometimes, very much as
Fluffy had done in the first place. Truth com-
pels me to add, that as the boys invariably forgot
to feed their worms before they went to school,
the attendance upon the caterpillary" as they
called it, was no small addition to their mother's
daily cares.
One morning, just three weeks and one day
from the beginning of Fluffy's nap, mamma, who


was dusting the room, saw something which
caused a peculiar smile to flit over her face for a
moment.
"Boys 1" began she, pausing with the duster
in her hand," did you look into Fluffy's box last
night before you went to bed?"
Dick was playing he was a duck in a pond and
his dog Jack was a frog and was so engaged in
making the poor frog flee under sofas and chairs
in a vain attempt to escape his pursuer, that he
did not hear, or answer, but Hal replied
promptly:
"Yes'm, we always do."
"Was there anything in it ? continued mam-
ma, still'smiling.
"Nothing but Fluffy's cocoon," answered Dick,
pausing in his crouching attitude upon the floor.
The "frog" instantly seized the opportunity to
escape into the garden, the kitchen door fortu-
nately opening for a moment.
"There is something else here now, at any
rate," observed their mother, holding out the
box.
Both boys rushed to the spot instantly, with
loud exclamations of delight.
What a lovely butterfly I" exclaimed Dick,
"see, mamma, it is pure white 1"
"Except those little purple spots upon its
wings," suggested Hal.
"And it isn't a butterfly either," remarked
their mother, "don't you see how its wings turn
down instead of up ? This is a moth."
Well, it is prettier than any butterfly I ever
saw," said Dick, decidedly.
Its wings look as if they were wet, mamma,"
observed Hal.
"So they are," replied his mother. "The
same liquid which softened the cocoon so that he
could make a hole to crawl out of, makes his
wings too wet to fly. Let us put him here in the
sun so that they will dry."
"And then he will fly away," said little Hal,
in a mournful voice.
"Of course he will. It would be cruel to keep
him now, Hal," said Dick, in the instructive man-
ner of an elder brother. "Besides, now that
Greedy and Plumy have gone to sleep we shall
soon have more."
Greedy was a green-and-black cabbage worm
which we found in the parsley bed, and the boys
gave him that name, because .their mother said
she feared he would eat all her parsley before he
was ready to go to sleep. He had hung himself
up in a chrysalis without a cocoon some days
before this-and I may mention here that he
ultimately came out a magnificent black-and-gold
butterfly, fully four inches across each wing, the
wings being spotted with blue and red.
Our new Fluffy--the children spent a good
part of breakfast time in discussing whether he


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ROSE'S

was the same or a different one remained in
the same position on the sunny window-sill for
nearly two hours. Just as the boys were stand-
ing, hats in hand, waiting for the clock to give
"a quarter of," as the signal to start for school,
he spread those snow-white wings, fluttered back
and forth for a moment or two as if trying to
understand the new sensation, and then flew off
over the the bright pleasant garden and was lost
to sight.
"Good-by, Fluffy I" shouted Dick, gayly, as
the little creature disappeared.
"Good-by, Fluffy!" echoed little Hal, sadly,
and there were tears in his eyes.
Now, do you know, children, why I said that
Fluffy was like two animals in one?
ELIZABETH PARSONS GOODRICH.

ROSE'S SERMON.
UR Rose once wended her way to school,
Impatient of book and work and rule.

Sweet summer's beauty filled heart and eye;
She watched each bird as it fluttered by,

Till the smiles on her blithe young face were
blent
With shadows of question and discontent.

Resting, she sat in a shady nook,
Dipping her feet in the running brook.

The gay winds laughed in the old oak-tree,
"'Tis Nature's holiday now," said she.

"The ants are playing a merry game,
And full of frolic, that squirrel tame;

"The birds are singing their gayest song -
The bees, while humming the whole day long,

"Play hide-and-seek with the clover ruddy,
Though little girls must sit still and study.
"The clover heads, on their slender stalks,
With waving grasses hold careless talks.

"They look like boys at their soldier play,
Marching with purple banners gay.
" For martial music, some 'Bee Bands' come,
Playing on mimic fife and drum."
As she watching sat, in a new thought stole,
And stirred the depths of her tender souL

"IWhy they're all at work, tho' it seems like
Splay !
They're so gay and happy the livelong day."


3EIRMPON.


Then Sabbath teachings, but dimly heard,
Came back to be proved by the bee and
bird.

"The minister said, so it must be true,
God giveth each creature some work to do;

" And smiles on each who takes up her part
With a willing hand and a cheerful heart.

" Or, if we've no task for ourselves to do -
To help each other is God's work, too.

"Why! I half believe that the tiny bird
Through the open window heard every word ?

" If he goes to market, or builds his nest,
He sings while doing his very best.

"The ant, the squirrel, and restless bee,
All gathering their winter store I see.

"The waving grasses, so green and sweet,
Make hay for the horses and cows to eat;

"And even the clover is holding up
A honey drop in each tiny cup.

With a solemn shake of her curly head -
" There's a sermon somewhere about," she said.

But if toiling insect, or bird that flew,
Or herself had preached it, Rose never knew.

With a little laugh, and a little shrug,
As she gave her flowers a tender hug,

She said, "As all have their work to do,
I guess I had better be moving, too."

So with quick'ning step and a brightened
eye
Each tempting vision she hurried by,

Resolved on a purpose high and sweet,
That pout, nor frowning, nor lagging feet,

Nor careless study, nor ill-timed word,
Should by loving teacher be seen or heard.

"For she said, last night, with earnest eyes,
We could give her sunny or clouded skies.

" How I mean to try, with both book and slate,
Is for this term's proving perhaps too late.

" But my ways may yet with the sermon suit,
And June's late planting bring Autumn frwi'.0
M. A. A.


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THE OLD LIBERTY BELL.


THE OLD LIBERTY BELL.
N 1751, the Pennsylvania Assembly author-
ized a committee to buy a bell for the State
house. An order for the bell was sent to Lon-
don, and in the letter were these words:
"Let it be cast by the best workmen and ex-
amined carefully before it is shipped, with the
following words well-shaped in large letters,
around it, By order of the Assembly of the
Province of Pennsylvania for the State House in
the city of Philadelphia, 1752.' And underneath,
'Proclaim liberty through all the land unto all
the inhabitants thereof.'"
On the arrival of the bell at Philadelphia, it
was hung and rung to try the sound, but having
been badly cast it cracked on the first stroke of
the clapper. It was recast in 1753, and on the
signing of our Declaration of Independence, it
was rung, thus, indeed, Proclaiming liberty
through all the land unto all the inhabitants
thereof, a liberty now an hundred years old.
In 1777, when the British threatened Phila-
delphia, this bell was removed for safety to the
little Moravian town of Bethlehem. Several
years later it was broken, and has since occupied
a place in the old State House at Philadelphia,
next to the room in which the Declaration was
signed. Among the souvenirs of the Centen-
nial Exposition, scattered over the United
States, are tiny copies of this bellin brass with
the crack in the side faithfully reproduced.
In 1885, this bell was sent under a guard of
honor to the Exposition at New Orleans bearing
a message of amity and peace.

A POOR family were turned out of their
house because of inability to pay the rent.
The next Sunday at Sunday school the little
girl of the family being asked why Adam and
Eve were turned out of Paradise gave the fol-
lowing pathetic reply: "Because they didn't pay
their rent."

A TRUE PIRATE STORY.
A PIRATE ship was pursued and captured
and the crew placed on trial for piracy.
The prosecution was stated, but one link was
missing without which they could not be con-
victed. This link could only be supplied through
the ship's papers which the captain had taken the
precaution to throw overboard during the chase.
At just the critical moment, however, a vessel ar-
rived in port with the missing papers on board;
they had been taken from the stomach of a shark
hooked just as the vessel was entering port.
This story is told in Michael Scott's West In-
dian Story, Cruise of the JMidge, and has doubt-
less been regarded by the majority of readers as


a "made up" sensational story. But these
ship's papers may be seen to-day, by the visitor
at Jamaica, carefully framed in order to pre-
serve them.

THE CHAIN BIBLE IN CANTERBURY
CATHEDRAL.
T HIS old chain Bible has been repaired and re-
S placed at Cranmer's desk where it was first
chained in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. At
that time Bibles of the same edition were placed
in cathedrals and deans' houses throughout the
whole of England. The Bishop of Dover in re-
placing it said, that the position in which he had
placed it was undoubtedly constructed in the
reign of Henry VIII., and was the place from
which the first English Bible was read in the
English Church for the benefit alike of clergy
and laity.

AN OLD SCHOOLHOUSE.
II HAT a cosey little room,"
I hear the young peo-
1,l1 say as they look at
tbo picture (page 220).
Wondering what they
wi ll make of it, I listen
"ain. "Well-it is
\ ,ry queer!" each one
iLa ys. "Such a wee bit
:f a room. The door-
frame goes clear up to
the ceiling and there is no doorsill. Besides all
that, if the door should swing around it would
knock over both of the benches. I don't believe
there is any door; so it cannot be a room. It
must be a deep window." You are right; and
I will tell you all about the window and how it
happens to be so deep.
More than two hundred and fifty years ago
some people from England came over to settle
in this country. Part of them went to Virginia,
part to New York and part to Massachusetts.
They did so well that some Frenchmen thought
best to move over to Canada and see what they
could do there. Before that time there had
been a few men from France who came over to
settle in Canada; but they all went back to
France. The first Frenchman who remained on
this side of the ocean came to Quebec in the
year 1608.
Now Canada is a cold country and in those
days scarcely anything was planted there. So
the furs of wild animals were the only valuable
things that the Frenchmen could send back to
France to pay for their bread and butter. The
Indians brought these furs to Quebec and sold
them to the Frenchmen for beads, paint and col-


58







AN OLD SCHOOLHOUSE.


ored cloth; but they never received more than
one quarter of what the furs were worth. Con-
sequently the Frenchmen grew rich; and so
more of them came over the water to live in
Quebec.
All this time there was a young man in France
who thought that he ought to preach the Gospel
to the Indians of America. We should call him,
"Mr. Lava"; but in those days he was known
as "Monseigneur Frangois Xavier de Laval
Montmorency." You have heard of the Falls
of Montmorency which are only a few miles
from Quebec. Well, they were named after this
young man who came over in 1659 to be the
first Roman Catholic bishop of "New France,"
as Canada was then called.
Bishop Lavil wanted to have a school to
which the little Indian boys might go. There
were several small schools; but he wanted a
large one for both Indian and French boys. On
the fourteenth day of April, 1678, more than
two hundred years ago, he laid the corner-stone
of the new building which he called the Semi-
nary of Quebec."
You all know that Quebec is the most strongly
fortified city in America. The River St. Law-
rence flows several hundred feet below the bluff
on which are placed most of the cannon, so that
the ships of an enemy can be easily fired into
and stopped if they try to pass by the city.
Directly behind these cannon stands the old
Seminary just where it was built two hundred
years ago. At that time there were no cannon
between it and the river. If ships should fire
their cannon from the river towards this spot,
the balls would go through a stone wall of the
common thickness. So, when they built the
Seminary, they made the walls on the side fac-
ing the river nine feet thick; and that is the
reason why the window we were looking at is
so deep. The walls on the other sides of the build-
ing are only four or five feet thick. These walls
are all of rough stone and are painted yellow.
Several wings have been added to the old building
since that time; but they are built and painted
just like the first one, and are all five stories
high. As nearly as I can remember it, I have
drawn one end of the oldest building. You will
notice the huge chimneys and the windows which
come through the roof. The tin is laid upon
the roof like the scales of a fish, and is never
painted; so whenever a heavy snow falls it
slides off from the roof upon the ground.
It was in 1688 that the Seminary was first
opened for pupils. Sixty boys came and they
were all obliged to change their home clothing
for the uniform of the school. This was a dark
blue capot, or frock coat, with white cord in the
seams; trousers of the same, and a sash of many
colors to please the fancy of the Indians. Only


a few Indian boys ever came to the school; and
the few who did come never staid very long.
The little French boys kept coming and the
school kept growing. The old building was on
fire several times, but was never wholly de-
stroyed. In those warlike days the boys of the
Seminary were often called upon to leave their
books and to act as soldiers. They attacked the
English Admiral Phipps, in 1690, when he tried
to take the city. Many years after this, the
Seminary boys were again called out to defend
Quebec. They went outside of the walls and, by
mistake, fired upon a party of Frenchmen, sup-
posing that they were Englishmen. This made
such a great noise that all the soldiers on the
French side were obliged to run back to the city
again. Some people, who thought that the boys
could do better with books than with guns,
called this Xe coup des 6coliers" or The at-
tack by the scholars."
This was in the year 1759. Soon after this
the French had to give up Canada to the Eng-
lish. Still later, during the wars of the Ameri-
can Revolution, and of 1812, we find the boys of
this school fighting under the red flag of Eng-
land, with the -same courage so often shown
before under the white banner of France. The
boys were not only soldiers in time of war, but
in time of peace they owned and printed a news-
paper, and put out fires with their own engine.
Thus have the bright-eyed French boys fol-
lowed one another down to the present time.
Their uniforms have always been the same;
except that now their blue coats are fastened
with a green sash instead of the many-colored
one which was worn at first.
Perhaps you would like to know what I saw
and heard when I was there a few months ago.
It was in the winter and the thermometer said
that it was twenty degrees below zero. This is
the only time to see the school, for it is closed
in summer when visitors go to Quebec. In my
pocket was a letter of introduction to the Supe-
rieur, or Principal of the Seminary. This gen-
tleman was Mr. Thomas-Etienne Hamel, who
at once commenced to show me through the old
buildings. We passed through long halls into
the billiard and smoking rooms-for almost
every one in Canada smokes. Then there was
a larger room where those students, who belong
to the brass band, meet to practise. As we went
through the room they played "Home, sweet
Home," very nicely.
It was the hour for recreation, and the exer-
cise and recreation rooms were filled with sev-
eral hundred boys who were all talking French
as fast as they could. They were not allowed
to go out of doors that day on account of the
storm. Most of the time they walked back and
forth, five or six together, and when they had


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AN OLD SCHOOLHOUSE.


reached one end of the long room they turned
right about like soldiers. There were several
monitors in the rooms, whose duty it was to
keep order among the boys. They are called
Maitres d' Etude, or "Masters of Study."
While we were looking on the Supgrieur said
to me: "See how orderly they are And, what

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THE DEEP WINDOW.

is better, those boys never fight." Just then the
bell rang and all the boys returned to their work.
I looked through glass doors and saw where
some of them were studying. Mr. Hamel then
took me into four of the recitation rooms. As
he opened each door the boys arose and re-
mained standing while the teacher came forward
and shook hands with both of us. In one of the
rooms we waited to hear them recite. Of course
it was all in French and would not be very inter-
esting to those who do not speak that language
all the time.
It takes ten years to go through all the studies
in the Seminary, and very few stay so long as
that. There are four hundred boys in all and
they will average ten years of age as they enter.
Half the boys live in Quebec and go home every
night. Those who do not live in the city can-
not go outside of the Seminary walls except on
holidays.
Mr. Hamel wanted me to see where they slept.
So he again took me through the long halls.
Every once in a while we passed between pairs
of heavy iron doors which could be closed in
case of fire and so only a part of the buildings
would be burned. We walked upon the heavy
oak planks which for a great many years have
formed the floors and stairways. We dodged
through the funniest little passageways that you
can imagine. The ceilings were so low that my
hand could almost touch them. Having reached


the upper stories we saw long rows of bedsteads,
each covered with a white counterpane and all
of them in perfect order. At each end of the
rooms there were box-like places where the
monitors slept. From these places they could
look out upon the boys when the boys did not
know that they were looking. Was not that
rather hard for the boys? Then there were rope-
ladders, coiled up, with one end of each fastened
to the floor. This will always give a way of
escape if a fire should break out.
From the windows we looked down upon the
big cannon which have not been used since 1775,
just one hundred years ago, when General Mont-
gomery tried to take Quebec for the American
Revolutionary Army and lost his life in the
attack. Looking past the cannon on the edge
of the bluff we could see the river St. Lawrence
far below us, and filled with ice. On the other
side of the building we, could see the cannon of
the Citadel pointing down to the spot where we
stood.
From the same window we could see the
monument to Wolfe and Montcalm. You will
remember that when the English took Quebec
from the French in 1759 the generals of both
armies were killed. They were brave men; and
therefore a monument has been erected to the
memory of the French General Montcalm, and
the English General Wolfe. On it is this inscrip-
tion :
MORTEM. VIRTVS. COMMYNEM.
FAMAM. HISTonIA.
MONVMENTVM. POSTEBITAS.
DEDIT.

It means that: Valor gave them a common
death; history, a common fame; and those who
lived after them, a common monument.
As we passed down the stairs I looked out of
the windows into the courtyards where the boys


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yir. ~ is n-.el .-a -k tir- rink in wiuntr.r tInl aZ;
a l,--,i:-a.,.ll ir.- i l. rinjuti .' ..th.r part ,nt' the -var.
Au..ith r y:. rl i u=e '.l t'-..r-.l.iyi live-, t .' t.ntii. ;
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in Fronc,:. wl.o w.int,.,l i.. ,ctr..v til t..e
hllui-, e-: in th.-t ,t..mnr, y. F.l.r f'-r th:it the
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si..n l, tli,-einit,, nbi:Lh thi y kno:-w thrit
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SOME CHINESE SUPERSTITIONS.


HOMES OF AUTHORS.
TAMES FENIMORE COOPER'S house was
burned down a few years ago, and the
growth of Cooperstown has led to the opening of
a street through the grounds. William Cullen
Bryant's favorite residence at Roslyn is now
abandoned by the family. Idlewild, the home
of Nathaniel Parker Willis on the Hudson, and
concerning which, in its beginnings, he wrote so
pleasantly, is now, for a second time, offered for
sale. Bayard Taylor's farm at Cedar Croft has
been sold and the proceeds are almost all the
family has for its support.

SOME CHINESE SUPERSTITIONS.
..' OT very many years
.l since it was rather an
S1 uncommon thing to see
i a Chinaman on the
streets of Boston or
.... -.L. New York-- so un-
common that men and
/-: i '.. women, as well as chil-
S dren, gazed after the
Representative of the
-- Celestial Empire with
much curiosity. The emigration of the Chinese
to this country the past few years has been so
great that now there is scarcely a town of any
pretensions that does not contain a number of
them; and the Pacific Coast is overrun with
them. The Chinese live in a very cheap manner,
and consequently are able to work at lower rates
than Americans can, and still save money, which
they do not spend in this country, but hoard up
and take away with them when they return to
China. So annoyed are the residents of the
Pacific Coast by this influx of foreigners, that a
bill has been passed by Congress, forbidding the
immigration of the Chinese to the United States
for the next ten years. There is no town in
California without its "washee houses" carried
on by Chinamen, and the hired cook in nearly
every kitchen is not an American girl or woman,
but a long-queued "Chinee." The customs of
the Chinese nation are very different, in many
respects, from those of the United States. While
some of their beliefs and usages appear strange
and even absurd, there are others which evince
so much wisdom and justice that they command
the admiration of all who are acquainted with
them.
It must not be supposed that the Chinese,
because they talk a curious mixture of "pigeon
English and present so great a contrast to our
own race, are an ignorant people. It is the lower
class which we ordinarily see, a class far inferior
in birth and breeding to the members of the


aristocracy and the learned savants of whom
there are many in China. Yet these proprietors
of wash-houses and laborers on railroads, etc. are
noticeably quick-witted and shrewd, evincing
marked interest in all that goes on around them,
and manifesting a spirit of frugality, and a close
application to business, which shows that their
thoughts extend beyond the present into the
future for which they intend to provide. They
are, beyond doubt, an intelligent people, but they
are also superstitious, to an unusual degree. The
ceremonies attendant upon a birth, marriage,
death or burial in China are elaborate in detail
and peculiar in design. To enumerate all the acts
at such times, and the motives for the acts, would
require a great deal of space but there are many
other customs of superstitious origin, some of
which I will briefly describe.
When a childis three days old, its wrists are
bound with a red cord 'or tape, upon which a
piece of ancient money is strung as a charm, to
keep away evil spirits. In addition, some families
bind several miniature silver toys to the wrists,
thus expressing a desire that the child may be-
come a wealthy and influential member of society.
These are worn until the child is fourteen days
old, and the wrists are tied together, to keep him
from being meddlesome or mischievous in years
to come. This is considered a very important
custom. If children are ill behaved, the ques-
tion is often asked if their wrists were properly
tied in infancy, it being presumed from their bad
conduct that the ceremony had been neglected.
Another procedure to ward off evil influences
from a child is to write two Chinese characters
on a piece of paper, which is folded around a
parcel and hung up on the outside of the door
of the mother's room, by a red string, where it
remains eleven days. A pair of trousers, also,
belonging to the child's father, are hung upon the
bedstead, with the waist downward, and on
them is fastened a piece of red paper, with four
words inscribed upon it, which suggest that all
unfavorable influences shall go into the trousers,
instead of troubling the child. The parcel upon
the door contains two kinds of fruit, some
dog's hair, some cat's hair, some pith of a rush,
two chopsticks, some onions and some pieces of
charcoal. The fruits are to assist the child in
becoming neat and cleanly; the charcoal is to
make it strong, and vigorous; the onions are to
make it quick-witted and intelligent; the pith of
the rush is to make it successful in life; the hair
is to keep the noises made by cats and dogs in the
neighborhood from frightening the babe. No
person except those intimate with the family are
permitted to enter the room while this fateful
parcel hangs upon the door. If, by any chance,
some one does gain entrance who ought not to
do so, the child is firmly expected to have sores


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SOME CHINESE SUPERSTITIONS.


on its gums, and to prove difficult to rear.
When the child is one month old, the impor-
ant ceremony of shaving its head for the first
time is observed. This is performed before an
image, with incense and candles burning, and is
witnessed by relatives and friends, who are in-
vited to a feast.
When it is four months old the father, or either
of the grandparents, but not the mother, bows
before the image of the Goddess of Children,
presenting various articles of food, and asks that
the little one may be easy to take care of, that it
may sleep well at night, be wide awake in the
daytime, grow fast, cry little, and otherwise con-
duct itself as a good-natured and healthy baby
should. Previous to this, the child is not allowed
to sit in a chair; but now its grandmother, on
the maternal side, puts some soft molasses candy
on the seat of a chair that is on rollers, and sets
the child down upon it, where, of course, he
sticks for a time. This is done so that he will
early learn not to expect to be carried much of
the time in the arms of his mother.
An occasion of great interest takes place on
the day when the child becomes a year old.
Dressed in new clothing, he is placed upon a
large bamboo sieve, before the ancestral tablets
of the family, and around him are laid a pair of
scissors, a foot measure, a small mirror, a set of
money scales, pencil, ink and paper, books, a
silver or gold implement, etc. It is believed that
the child's future employment, or condition in
life, wiL be indicated by the object which he first
takes into his hands and plays with, therefore his
movements are watched with great concern. If
he takes up the pen or ink, it is thought he will
be a literary man, if the gold instrument first
chains his attention, he will become a successful
money getter, and so on. Offerings of food are
presented to the idol of "Mother" (Goddess of
Children), on each successive birthday, as a
thanksgiving for favors received. When the
child is learning to walk, it is the custom in
many families for some member to take a large
knife and put it between the toddler's legs, with
the edge of the blade downward, and go through
the act of cutting something. This is called cut-
ting the cords of his feet," and is supposed to
assist the child in learning to walk, keeping him
from stumbling and falling down.
The ceremony called "passing through the
door is very important, and is performed every
year or two until the child is sixteen years old -
oftener, if he be sickly. An entire day is occupied
by the ceremonies, which are conducted by priests,
who ring bells, beat drums and cymbals as an
invitation for the goddesses of children to be pres-
ent. The "door" is made out of bamboo, cov-
ered with red and white paper. The father takes
the child for whom this demonstration is made


into his arms, and the other children take a stick
of incense in their hands. Then a priest, dressed
to personate "mother," blows a horn, and passes
slowly through the door, followed by the father
and children, the other priests, meanwhile, keep-
ing up a din with the drum and other instruments.
The door is placed successively in the centre, and
the four corners of the room, and passed through
in turn. .It is then hacked to pieces and burned.
The design is to benefit the children, particularly
the feeble ones, and enable them to live to old
age, and the performance varies in pomp and
expense with the means of the family. After the
ceremony, a feast is spread for the spirits in the
lower regions, who are supposed to exert a power-
ful influence for good or evil in worldly affairs,
and who are appeased by this offering of solicitous
parents.
The rites of "going out of childhood" are ob-
served when the child has attained the age of
sixteen years. It is somewhat similar to "pass-
ing through the door," but more imposing. The
boy is now considered a man, and the girl a
woman; and the goddess "Mother" ceases to
have any care over him or her, the charge now
coming under the supervision of gods in general.
Although the child has become of age," he must
still continue to obey his parents. Of the hun-
dred virtues, the filial duty is the chief," is a
favorite proverb of the Chinese. As long as the
father and mother live, their children must bow in
submission to them. The only exception to this
is when a son becomes an officer of the govern-
ment -his allegiance is then transferred to the
Emperor. How different is such life-long obedi-
ence to the freedom of American children after
they have arrived at what is termed "years of
discretion."
How would you like to live in China, and not
be at liberty to choose your own occupation,
spend your own earnings, or adopt any course of
conduct without the sanction of your parents, no
matter if you were a man grown?
The boy or girl born in China, you perceive, is
brought up to believe in idols and spirits, for
good and for evil; and the necessity of exerting
one's self so as to incur their good will is easily
impressed upon the youthful mind. Parents evi-
dently consider from the first that a great respon-
sibility rests upon them in rearing a child. None
of the various rites and offerings which are
thought to be indispensable to the future welfare
of the little one entrusted to them, must be for-
gotten or neglected. Constant care and watch-
fulness must be maintained, and in this we find
much that is commendable, although we look
upon the omnipresent superstition as a useless
and foolish belief which a more advanced state
of civilization would destroy.
CLARA SPAULDNG BROWN.


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A JAGUAR TAKING A NAP.


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"HAIRPIN SUE."


THE JAGUAR.
T HIS member of the cat family lives in South
America, and is sometimes called the
tiger of South America. Like most of that
family he is a beautiful and graceful beast. His
haunts are in the dense forests, and by the banks
of rivers, for unlike our domestic pussy, he does
not shun water and swims swiftly. He has a
habit of sharpening his claws- which by no
means need sharpening- upon the trunks of
trees in the same way that our puss sharpens
hers upon table or chair legs. He is a cosmo-
politan as it regards his appetite, and feeds on
horses, deer, monkeys, tapirs, birds of various
kinds, turtles, lizards and fish. He is particu-
larly fond of turtles, and displays great ingenuity
in securing and eating them. He turns the tur-
tle on its back and with his sharp claws scoops
out the flesh as neatly as though it were done
with a knife. But his most dainty morsel is a
monkey, and as the Jaguar can climb trees
swiftly and silently many an unfortunate mon-
key falls a prey to his insatiable appetite. Some-
times he comes across a band of sleeping mon-
keys, and striking right and left with his terrible
paws he dashes them to the ground, to which he
descends and feasts upon them at his leisure.
It seems wonderful that so comparatively
small an animal is able to kill and carry off a
horse, and that he often does so proves the great
strength of his muscles. The jaguars yearly
make great havoc among the large herds of wild
horses on the plains of Paraguay.

"HAIRPIN SUE."
S-, a keen winter morn-
ir_ and everybody hur-
r:.-. along as fast as pos-
S;ii e, indeed, inthe great
t iry of New York men,
~ .:men, and children
b lry from morning un-
til night. 1 hurried with
t he rest; for the sharp
i':r made my fingers tin-
gle, and the wind was
in my face, as it blew straight from the north.
Seventeen," said a voice near me, and there
close by my side, looking steadily on the ground,
was a little girl, and the very oddest little girl I
had seen for many a day. She was bareheaded
with tangled hair hanging over neck and brow,
and her only cloak was a boy's jacket much too
large for her in every way; the sleeves were
rolled up at the wrist, and nearly covered her
dirty hands.
Before I had time to speak, she darted sud-
denly forward and picked up something from the


sidewalk, exclaiming as she did so, "Oh! good,
eighteen now!"
What is it, little one?" I said as I reached
her.
"Nothing, ma'am."
"Are you holding nothing in your hand? Tell
me why you were pleased, won't you, I am very
fond of little girls ?"
"Got any?"
Not here; my little girl is in Heaven." The
child looked earnestly at me for a moment, and
then said:
"Did she have striped stockings, and pretty
boots with bows on them, and did she go to
school?"
No, little one, she was not old enough; but
for her sake all little girls are precious. Will
you tell me now what your treasure is? Perhaps
I can help you."
"You won't blow on me if I do, will you ?
Won't what?"
"Won't tell any one and hurt my business,
will you?"
It was a pretty face which looked up into mine.
The waves of tangled hair ard the dirt could not
hide its beauty, but her words hurt me as none
can know, save those who would have childhood
a joyous, happy season.
She had taken lessons in a hard school when
such baby lips could speak of "business "or doubt
the wisdom of trusting those older than herself.
"Don't tell me anything you do not wish to,
my child; I pass this way every morning and
night; if you would like to ask me anything, or
tell me what.made you so pleased just now, you
can speak to me; I should like to be your friend."
"You ain't a crazy woman, are you?" asked
the child, with a sudden fear coming into her
large hazel eyes.
"Crazy, no, indeed; what put that in your little
head?"
"'Cause, once there was a lady who used to
come to 98, where I live, and she brought us
things and talked soft-like, the way you do, and
she didn't seem to mind our old clothes or any-
thing, and 98 is pretty bad, I can tell you. Well,
she didn't come last winter, and they said she was
crazy, and was took to a 'sylum. Dab said her
thinking so much about poor folks drove her so."
"Who is Dab?" I asked, after putting away
the suggestion that madness must be the result
of kindness to these poor souls.
"Dab! don't you know him? There he is
over there. Everybody knows Dab; he'sground
horse-radish, and sold chestnuts and things on
that corner for most four years."
"And he is your friend?"
"I s'pose so; I like him when he don't swear,
but his swearin' days is just awful."
Looking across the way I saw a man engaged





DISCIPLINE BY PROXY.


in turning a crank to grind his horse-radish; he
was ir.-.1, i1,1 twenty-five years of age, with a
sleepy-looking face, but always wide awake when
roguish boys were about.
"I know him quite well," I said, "he sells me
bananas and oranges very often."
Does he cheat? "
I never knew him to do so."
If he did, I shouldn't like him, and I wouldn't
have his old fruit."
"Then he gives you fruit ?"
"The spoiling kind, you know; you see, Dab
won't keep his stand Sundays--most of the
stands does -but Dab don't, never. He says he
will have one day to sit down; you see he never
sits down only then."
Good-by, little girl, I must go down this way;
sometime perhaps you will see me again. Here is
a five-cent piece with a hole in it, which you can
keep to remember me."
Concluded on page 70.

DISCIPLINE BY PROXY.
T certainly was very wrong
Sin Allan Sumner to play
such a trick on Bobby
Tafts; and although Al-
lan is a great favorite of
mine I do not pretend to
excuse him, but will tell
the whole story just as
it happened "A plain
unvarnished tale."
The weather was a lit-
tle to blame -in the first place. Such a "spell
of weather!" The little red schoolhouse set
back from the road, and right against a sandbank,
was not a very comfortable place, and I don't
believe the scholars were to blame for not giv-
ing their whole minds to the problem that Miss
Priscilla Snow was putting on the blackboard;
still Allan need not have fidgeted and squirmed
and turned and twisted and fanned himself un-
til he had made every boy in his vicinity feel
twice as red and as heated as he did before.
Miss Snow had her eyes on him. She expected
the committee-men in that morning for their
final visit before long vacation, and it would not
do to let these worthy gentlemen see any signs
of inattention or disorder; so when, at last, Allan
brought his hand with some force and considera-
ble noise down upon little Dick Emery's fat
cheek, under pretence of killing a mosquito that
wasn't there, Miss Snow spoke smoothly, though
there came a trifle of a flush to her sallow cheek.
Allan, you may take a note for me to Doctor
Byrchard. As you are a little uneasy I think it
may do you good."
Now this was very thoughtful and considerate


of Miss Snow, perhaps; but somehow it did not
strike Allan so; and the other pupils gave him
the benefit of various suggestive grimaces as he
stood wi-;l cap in hand, for Miss Priscilla's
note, trying to look as if he believed he was
doing her a favor, and was very happy about it.
Could we have looked over her shoulder as she
wrote, this is what we would have seen:
To DR. BYRCOARD, MASTER OF HIGH SCHOOL :
The bearer of this note has been unruly. Will you please
administer the proper punishment, and oblige
Yours most respectfully,
PRISCILLA SNOW.
P. S. Please send return note that I may know this has been
delivered.

When Allan started off with this interesting
epistle, it was observed by those scholars who
could command a view of the road, that he did not
move with the same alacrity he would have dis-
played had he expected to find a game of base-
ball at the end of the route; but what could they
expect with the thermometer up in the nineties ?
Allan loitered along, kicking savagely at the
dusty road, until he came opposite a boy lying
at full length under a tree by the roadside.
"Hallo," drawled out this individual. "What
you raising such a dust for? Thought 'twas a
four-horse team coming." Then as he caught
sight of the disgusted expression on Al's face,
"What's the matter?"
Al threw himself on the grass beside him.
" O, Bob," said he, you'd ought to be thankful
you don't have to go to school!"
"Am!" said Bob. "Fact is, I struck when
we moved from Podunk. Told father I wouldn't
go to school here nohow. Used to get lickings
every day down in Podunk every day I went,
I mean. Teacher used to lay it on some now, I
tell you; but bless you, I didn't mind 'em; got
kind of hardened to it, I s'pose. Why, I'd take
'em all day for ten cents apiece."
"Would you? asked Allan.
Would I? Yes, and be glad to get it!"
Allan mused a little.
"Tell you what, Bob," he exclaimed at last,
brightening up suddenly, "if you want to earn
ten cents, you can!"
"How?"
"Take this note for me to the High School.
I'll wait here till you get back to take the answer
to Miss Snow. I like to lie here and keep cool.
What do you say?"
Say ? Say I'll do it to be sure. Something'
important, ain't it?"
"I dare say the doctor'll let you know," said
Allan, dryly.
"Well, here goes!" And Rob grabbed the
note and started off down the dusty road.
Left to himself, Allan's face was a study.
Mirth, anxiety, bravado, each struggled for the


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DISCIPLINE BY PROXY.


mastery, until at last, mirth triumphed, and he
burst into a sudden peal of laughter, and shook,
and kicked till the cows in the field opposite
stopped chewing their cuds and came to the fence
to look at him.


ALLAN AND BOB.


But when at last he espied Bob returning even
faster than he had departed, he jumped to his
feet and involuntarily assumed the most approved
pugilistic and defensive attitude.
Look-a-here !" roared out Bob, as soon as he
had got within hearing distance, that was a nice
trick to play on a fellow now, wasn't it? And
that fellow a-doing you a favor, too! You jest
take off y'r jacket, Allan Sumner! I'll give you
a walloping, see if I don't!"
Now, Bob, can't you take a joke?" said Allan
appealingly.
Joke! you call that a joke, do you? Well,
if you'll jist take off y'r jacket, I'll show you one,
while I'm warmed up to it I "
But, Bob, be reasonable," said Allan, laughing
in spite of himself. "Of course I'll fight if you
say so, but didn't you say you'd take 'em all day
for ten cents apiece, and be glad to get it ?"
Ye-es," answered Bob, rather staggered, "but
you know I didn't mean it."
"Is that the sort of a fellow you are?" asked
Allan. "I didn't know it. Of course I couldn%
know that. When a fellow goes and says to an-
other fellow what he don't mean, how fs a fellow
to know what he does mean? Why, of course
mistakes will follow."


You might have told me, 'tanyrate," said Bob
cooling down, for as he spoke, Allan had handed
Bob the ten cents, and Bob's fingers had closed
over it.
"But that would have spoiled the joke, don't
you see? You aren't the fellow to want a
joke spoiled,-are you? Come, sit down, and
let's don't get mad; it's too hot," said Allan
with a look and a smile that few people who
knew him could resist. Bob could not, though
he sat down with an ill grace, and scowled
ominously. But in a moment a broad smile
spread over his face Bob wasn't the fellow
to want a joke spoiled.
If you'd 'a' seen me," said he, "when I
marched up to the master, as innercent as a
lamb, and giv' him that precious dockiment,"
(and here a grim smile began in spite of him-
Sself, to play over Bob's countenance), "you'd
i been satisfied at the size of your joke. There
I was, a-standin' an' waiting' and looking so
pleased and contented, like the good boy
, that's always sent on errands, when all of a
sudden old Byrchard thunders out:
"'Off with yer jacket, sir-r-r!' I didn't
know what to say! an' while I was a-tryin'
to think what it could mean, up comes two
big fellows an' catches hold of my arms, an'
twitches my jacket off quicker'n scat! and
then old Byrchard begins. No chance for
nothing' then." (Here Bob rubbed his shoul-
ders at the reminiscence.) "After he gits
through he makes me wait for an answer, an'
no chance for a word then! I tell you, Al
Sumner," suddenly warming again, "I never
shall feel quite easy in my mind, if I let you off
without that lickin'!"
0, yes, you will," said Allan. "I'll never
say anything about it, if you don't, and you've
got ten cents more than I have."
Yes, and a warmer back," growled Bob.
"Well, I told you I wanted to stay here to
keep cool, and you agreed. Come, let's see the
answer."
Bob produced it, holding it gingerly between
his thumb and forefinger. "'Spose we might as
well see what he says. 'Tain't closed up." Allan
held it doubtfully for moment, then opened and
read aloud:
To Miss PRISCILLA SNOW.- DEAR MADAM :
I have corrected the boy (a most troublesome-looking fellow,
by the way ) in a manner that I am sure would have given you
great satisfaction could you have seen it.
I am, dear madam, your most obedient servant,
THEOPHILUS BYRCHARD.

"Troublesome-looking fellow! That's rough
on me," exclaimed Allan indignantly.
I should say it was rough on me," said Bob
with equal vigor.
Then the two boys looked each other fair in


68






BEACON HILL IN 1775.


the face a moment, laughed, shook hands, and
parted, Bob to go to the village for peanuts and
candy, and Allan to return to the school.
When he entered he found the committee
there before him, and the scholars' attention too
much distracted by this greater event to allow
them to pay much attention to him for the
which he was duly grateful. Having slipped the
note into Miss Snow's hand, he went quietly to
his seat, and before his class was called upon to
recite, had time to think.
"Well, I don't believe but that the ends of
justice' are as well served as if I had delivered
that note myself. I've lost my ten cents, and I
sha'n't get another for a week; and Bob got a
licking--and there's not the least doubt in the
world that he deserved it, and'would if he got
them a great deal oftener."
Truly a most satisfactory conclusion Now
whether Miss Snow and Doctor Byrchard would
have agreed with him is doubtful.
HATTIE C. BuSHNEiL.

BEACON HILL IN 1775.
THE three hills of colonial Boston were Copp's,
Fort, and Tra-mount. Tra-mount as its
name indicates was made up of three "little ris-
ing Hills." The easternmost was called Cotton
Hill, from the Rev. John Cotton who lived on its
slope a name afterwards changed to Pember-
ton. Its ancient summit, which was at the


southerly termination of Pemberton Square, rose
eighty feet above the pavement of to-day. Bea-
con Hill, the middle peak, once rose to a similar
height above its present level. It was flat upon
the top for the "space of six rods at least." The
third peak had various names West Hill, Cop-
ley's Hill, and Mount Vernon. On this hill,
William Blackstone, the first settler in Boston,
lived. In 1664, it was ordered by the Court of
Assistance, "that there shalbe forth with a bea-
con sett on the Centry hill at Boston to give
notice to the country of any danger," and this
beacon was "simply a tall pole furnished with
wooden rungs for climbing with an iron pot filled
with tar depending from the crank at the top."
Before the erection of this beacon, the hill had
been known as Sentry Hill, having been used as
a lookout.
OHN ADAMS and Thomas Jefferson lied
on the same day, and that day was the
Fourth of July, 1826, the fiftieth anniversary of
the day when both of them signed the Declara-
tion of Independence; one of the most remarka-
ble coincidences in history.

T HE true historical giant is not to be classed,
in size, with the giant of fable, like Atlas
for instance, of whom Hawthorne says in his
Wonder Book that he had stood so long bearing
the world on his shoulders that immense @ak
trees had grown up between his toes.


BEACON HILL IN 1775.


69








70TRULY A KING.


I


TRULY A KING.
IN reading of the presence of King Humbert
of Italy among his cholera-stricken subjects
of Naples, in 1884, one is reminded and rever-
ently is it said of our Lord's ministrations
when he put.his hands upon the sick and the
sin-laden and healed them. The cholera raged
among the poorest and most ignorant and they
became, in a sense, mad and full of hatred to-
wards the well and prosperous. A kind-hearted
Greek with plenty of money was in the habit
of visiting daily the cholera-stricken portion
of the city and distributing soups, wines and
medicines for the sick, which they in their mad-
ness would refuse to take, and he had to hire
them to do so. One day they became so en-
raged at the thought of his ability to help them
that they fell upon him, killed his horse and
broke his carriage and he barely escaped with
his life. They even threatened to carry their
dead to the doors of the "grand folk on the
hill," that they, too, might weep for their dead.'
They were no longer human; despair had changed
them into demons. A fearful riot was imminent
when at that juncture King. Humbert arrived.
,And could he, the highest in rank, the most pros-
perous man in the kingdom venture with safety
among these ravening creatures? He did, and
how he did teaches a profound lesson. Says one
who knew: He came among them as one of
themselves. He shared their dangers. He spent
his days in their poor hovels. He spoke to them
in their own Neapolitan patois. He nursed their
sick. He held them in his arms when. they were
dying. He wept over them when they were
dead. He was their brother in their sorrow, and
the bitterness melted out of their hearts, and
they were ready to do his bidding like little chil-
dren."

"HAIRPIN SUE."
Concluded from page 67.
IHE child uttered a pleased
Y__ thank you, and scurried
across the street as fast
as she could go, with a
Lq slipper on one foot and
an old boot on the other;
Sas I looked back, I.saw
.*- "' her in close conversation
with Dab, and I have
no doubt that I was con-
sidered "crazy."
A heavy snowstorm came on and I did not see
the child for several days, but I cultivated Dab's
acquaintance and heard much about her.
"Oh! yes, Miss, I will tell you all I know. Her
mother drinks hard, and her father is on the


70


TRULY A KING.


Island; they're a bad lot all but Sue and Jakey.
My wife and me has a room at 98 and when the
mother is on a spree we look after the girl and
boy a little. Sue is a smart one, Miss; as keen as
a knife, and she keeps Jakey in school by running
errands and pickin' up this and that. Lately she's
gone into a new thing, and I help her a little."
"You are a kind man, I know, and you will
have your reward; but please do not tell me
what the child's business' is. She seems to think
it a wonderful secret, and I want her to have the
pleasure of telling me herself."
All right, ma'am; we'd be glad to see you at
98 some day, but it's a poor place for fine ladies
like you."
"I shall certainly come to see you; the houses
we live in are of little worth, it is how we live in
them."
The next morning Sue was waiting for me as
I closed the front door. I saw at once that her,
face was clean, and she had tried to tidy up a bit
by tying a piece of white string about the slipper
which, being much too large for her foot, had an
uncomfortable way of flopping up and down.
"Well, Sue, how is business ?" I asked.
Splendid, Miss, just splendid! three bunches
of 'first-class,' and one of 'crooks.'"
"Crooks, Sue?"
Yes, Miss; you see after a melt the ladies all
flock out, and the fashion now is a real help, and
most of 'em is first-class. Crooks generally be-
long to the poor folks."
"Why, Sue?"
You see, your real genteel fine folks can buy
nice ones, but poor folks keeps wearing' 'em until
they are lost and they are crooks."
"And you find them, and -
"Yes, Miss, yesterday was a big day, down
Sixth Avenue, and up Eighth, and then over on
Broadway."
But you haven't told me yet, Sue, what your
treasures are."
Hairpins, Miss, hairpins, and I thought it out
all myself, and it's my business; you won't tell,
will you?"
Without waiting for an answer she went on:
"Dab knows, and his wife Margy, and the old
Jew, but mother don't know, 'cause, you see, it
wouldn't be safe. I give her ten cents most every
night, and she never asks where I get it. Some-
times I run errands for the women over in that
beer shop, and she always gives me something to
carry home, and sometimes when she goes out I
mind her baby, and she pays me for it, and Dab
pays me when I carry fruit" home for fine ladies,
and so we can keep Jakey in school until he's big
enough to have nice clothes, and be a cash boy.
Dab will get him a place, he says."
"And the Jew?"
If you won't mind we can go there to-night;








70TRULY A KING.


I


TRULY A KING.
IN reading of the presence of King Humbert
of Italy among his cholera-stricken subjects
of Naples, in 1884, one is reminded and rever-
ently is it said of our Lord's ministrations
when he put.his hands upon the sick and the
sin-laden and healed them. The cholera raged
among the poorest and most ignorant and they
became, in a sense, mad and full of hatred to-
wards the well and prosperous. A kind-hearted
Greek with plenty of money was in the habit
of visiting daily the cholera-stricken portion
of the city and distributing soups, wines and
medicines for the sick, which they in their mad-
ness would refuse to take, and he had to hire
them to do so. One day they became so en-
raged at the thought of his ability to help them
that they fell upon him, killed his horse and
broke his carriage and he barely escaped with
his life. They even threatened to carry their
dead to the doors of the "grand folk on the
hill," that they, too, might weep for their dead.'
They were no longer human; despair had changed
them into demons. A fearful riot was imminent
when at that juncture King. Humbert arrived.
,And could he, the highest in rank, the most pros-
perous man in the kingdom venture with safety
among these ravening creatures? He did, and
how he did teaches a profound lesson. Says one
who knew: He came among them as one of
themselves. He shared their dangers. He spent
his days in their poor hovels. He spoke to them
in their own Neapolitan patois. He nursed their
sick. He held them in his arms when. they were
dying. He wept over them when they were
dead. He was their brother in their sorrow, and
the bitterness melted out of their hearts, and
they were ready to do his bidding like little chil-
dren."

"HAIRPIN SUE."
Concluded from page 67.
IHE child uttered a pleased
Y__ thank you, and scurried
across the street as fast
as she could go, with a
Lq slipper on one foot and
an old boot on the other;
Sas I looked back, I.saw
.*- "' her in close conversation
with Dab, and I have
no doubt that I was con-
sidered "crazy."
A heavy snowstorm came on and I did not see
the child for several days, but I cultivated Dab's
acquaintance and heard much about her.
"Oh! yes, Miss, I will tell you all I know. Her
mother drinks hard, and her father is on the


70


TRULY A KING.


Island; they're a bad lot all but Sue and Jakey.
My wife and me has a room at 98 and when the
mother is on a spree we look after the girl and
boy a little. Sue is a smart one, Miss; as keen as
a knife, and she keeps Jakey in school by running
errands and pickin' up this and that. Lately she's
gone into a new thing, and I help her a little."
"You are a kind man, I know, and you will
have your reward; but please do not tell me
what the child's business' is. She seems to think
it a wonderful secret, and I want her to have the
pleasure of telling me herself."
All right, ma'am; we'd be glad to see you at
98 some day, but it's a poor place for fine ladies
like you."
"I shall certainly come to see you; the houses
we live in are of little worth, it is how we live in
them."
The next morning Sue was waiting for me as
I closed the front door. I saw at once that her,
face was clean, and she had tried to tidy up a bit
by tying a piece of white string about the slipper
which, being much too large for her foot, had an
uncomfortable way of flopping up and down.
"Well, Sue, how is business ?" I asked.
Splendid, Miss, just splendid! three bunches
of 'first-class,' and one of 'crooks.'"
"Crooks, Sue?"
Yes, Miss; you see after a melt the ladies all
flock out, and the fashion now is a real help, and
most of 'em is first-class. Crooks generally be-
long to the poor folks."
"Why, Sue?"
You see, your real genteel fine folks can buy
nice ones, but poor folks keeps wearing' 'em until
they are lost and they are crooks."
"And you find them, and -
"Yes, Miss, yesterday was a big day, down
Sixth Avenue, and up Eighth, and then over on
Broadway."
But you haven't told me yet, Sue, what your
treasures are."
Hairpins, Miss, hairpins, and I thought it out
all myself, and it's my business; you won't tell,
will you?"
Without waiting for an answer she went on:
"Dab knows, and his wife Margy, and the old
Jew, but mother don't know, 'cause, you see, it
wouldn't be safe. I give her ten cents most every
night, and she never asks where I get it. Some-
times I run errands for the women over in that
beer shop, and she always gives me something to
carry home, and sometimes when she goes out I
mind her baby, and she pays me for it, and Dab
pays me when I carry fruit" home for fine ladies,
and so we can keep Jakey in school until he's big
enough to have nice clothes, and be a cash boy.
Dab will get him a place, he says."
"And the Jew?"
If you won't mind we can go there to-night;







"ETAIIIPIN SUE." 71


he might not be quite so close if he thought a
lady like you was my friend."
"I will go with you, Sue. You must meet me
at the corner when I leave my office to-night, and
perhaps you will have another big day."
It was very odd; I had often remarked how
many hairpins were lying on the pavements as 1
passed over them day after day, indeed, I had
once laughingly said, that a shower of such arti-
cles must descend every night, for hairpins of all
shapes and sizes were ever before me.
Sue and I went to the Jew's. Dab's kind-
hearted wife had loaned her ahood, and her hands
had lost a little of their griminess. We had a
long walk before we came to a dingy, dirty neigh-
borhood where Sue darted before me and ran
down some cellar steps. The place was a veri-
table curiosity shop, and so dark, I was afraid of
falling over something.
Two bunches first-class, Mr. Aaron," said Sue,
"no crooks to-night; but here's some of the gold
ones, and you promised more for them."
*" Count 'em, Rebecca," said the man to a wo-
man sitting behind the counter.
The woman grasped them as if it was familiar
work.
"Two full bunches mixed, half bunch of gilt
ones," said the woman.
"All right," said the man, "no pay for the
gilt until you bring a full bunch, then it's three
cents."
Then I'll keep them," said Sue, "'cause you
might forget, you know."
Leave 'em with us," said the man, and here's
your pay for the others; a cent and ahalf for two
is three cents."
The child took the pennies from the counter
and turned to leave.
"What do you do with them?" I asked of the
man.
He started a little, and seemed surprised, for I
had been standing in the shadow, and he had not
seen me.
"We sort them, and bunch them, and put
wrappers on them."
French wrappers, I suppose ?"
"Yes, Miss, the printing is in French, but we
do it in the back room yonder, all for the good of
trade, Miss."
I see," said I, and the lady with golden hair
may buy the very pins she wore a month ago."
"Precisely, Miss; things move and move. It
is business, Miss."
I remained long enough to make a trifling pur-
chase, and then followed my little friend up the
steps to the well-lighted street above.
Only one penny for Dab to keep for me,"
said she, "if I make up mother's ten."
This has not been a big day, Sue ?"
No, Miss; you see Icarried a bag down to the


Ferry for a lady, and I thought she would give
me ten, but she only handed me five; that took
so much time, I couldn't hunt much, then mother
had a poor turn and I had to do her scrubbing,
or she would lose the place, so the pickings were
poor."
I looked down at the slight childish figure and
fairly shuddered as I thought of her lifting a
heavy pail, or scrubbing the large floor of a danc-
ing-hall, but I said to her as cheerfully as possi-
ble:
"It whitened your hands, Sue."
Yes, Miss; my hands were little once, and one
of these days, when Jakey and me are rich, I
shall wear gloves and keep them white."
Brave little Sue, calmly looking forward to
riches, with her hard earnings in her hand! We
stopped a moment to chat with Dab and I pur-
chased some fruit for the sake of having Sue walk
home with me to carry it. What. a little woman
she was, never thinking of herself, but planning
for Jakey a brilliant future.
,'Somebody, no matter who, represented Sue's
case to the proper authorities, and the unnatural
mother was carried away while the children were
sent to school; and I am quite sure you will be-
lieve me when I tell you that there is not a
brighter pupil, or one more eager to learn in the
- Street Primary, than Hairpin Sue.
KATE TANNATT WOODS.

LILY.
LILY is a lady,
Her face is fair and fine,
She kisses me with dainty lips
As red as rosy wine.
A wee little, wise little woman -
You'd think her twenty surely,
As motionless, upon her dress,
She folds her hands demurely.

Lily is a hoiden,
A very child o' the hills;
You think of the song of a bobolink,
Or a dance of daffodils.
But the Lord takes care of the lilies -
If her hair is out of curl
She is dewy-sweet from head to feet -
My rosy, romping girl!

Lily is a baby
With cheeks the dimples play in,
Tangled hair that once, somewhere,
The sunbeams lost their way in.
At dusk I've lost my lady,
My hoiden has come to creep
In my loving arm there soft and warm
The baby goes fast asleep.
ANNA F. BURNHAM.


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A PERILOUS VOYAGE.






74 PERILS BY IGE.


PERILS BY ICE.
A FATHER once in a vain attempt to cross
the river with his family while the ice
was breaking up, was drowned by the upsetting
of his boat, and his wife and babe were cast upon
a low island, over which the water was slowly
but surely rising. A lad saw their danger, and
at the peril of his own life crossed the ice, which
was crushing and grinding down the river, to
their rescue. He took a plank with which to
span the yawning chasms between the ice cakes,
and a basket in which to carry the babe. He
succeeded in his perilous undertaking and brought
the two in safety to land.
A good many years ago, a slave-mother, flee-
ing with her child before the slave hunter,
crossed the Ohio while the ice was breaking up.
She had not even a plank with which to bridge
the space between the cakes of ice, but holding
her babe firmly in her arms, she leaped from one
ice block to another as they went plunging down
stream with the current, and reached the other
side in safety, while the slave hunter watched
her from the opposite shore, not daring to follow.
This incident was afterwards made use of by
Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe in Uncle Tom's
Cabin.
CAT-TAILS.
------NCLE PARSONS and
: aunt Delia, or as Margy
Z. -','.;_:_-:i always would call them,
.'^'- --il. "Uncle and aunt Delia
Parsons," had come for a
visit, riding from the hills
of Northern Massachu-
I setts, down to pretty
I r4" Edgefield, in an old-fash-
ioned chaise drawn by
an equally old-fashioned
horse. Try it once, and you will call it the pleas-
antest way of traveling in the world, provided it
is summer and you are not in a hurry.
Once a year the old couple came to Squire
Upson's and spent three days; as aunt Delia
said, "The rest day, the pressed day, and the
day of departure."
They had no children, and were a silent couple,
yet both Ned and Margy were always glad to see
old Billy's head appear at the gate, and Uncle
Parsons's tall figure, followed by aunt Delia al-
most as tall.
Margy and Ned had had a few days at the sea-
side, but Margy was still a little pale and unlike
herself, and aunt Delia looked at her anxiously
a good many times a day.
"You'd better let me take Margy home with
me," she said after one of these looks. "She
needs Berkshire air, and to run wild awhile."


"There isn't room. She'd crowd you," said
Ned.
"Put her little chair in front. The chaise was
built so a child could ride that way," said aunt
Delia with a sigh.
She can go well enough," said Uncle Parsons.
" Get her ready."
"Oh! can I ?" screamed Margy, who could
hardly believe her ears.
"If your father is willing," Mrs. Upson said,
hoping almost that he would not be, for Margy
was the delight of their eyes, and how could they
spare her ?
Margy rushed out to sit on the big gatepost
and wait for her father. She often did this,
jumping from the post to his neck and nearly
strangling him with her fat arms.
To-day, she could hardly wait, and talked so
fast when the old squire at last came, that he
put his hands over his ears.
Wait, wait! he said. "Aunt Delia in one
ear, and chaises and little chairs and journeys in
the other! How am I to tell what it all means ?"
Margy went right on, at the same time pulling
him in to her mother, and the matter was soon
settled.
"It will do her good," said her father. Yes,
I think she can go, though I wouldn't lend her
to anybody but aunt Delia."
Margy w as silent with joy for full five minutes,
and then five minutes more while she thought
what had better be packed to take with her.
The yellow and white kitten must go of course,
and her best white dress and coral necklace.
That was as far as she got, for dinner was waiting
then, but all the afternoon she gathered together
things she might need, rather astonished to find
next morning that aunt Delia's small valise held
all she was to take.
I should like to tell you all about that two
days' ride, but must wait for another time. Just
now I am more concerned with the end of the
visit and Margy's coming home. They had all
missed her, Ned as much as any one, though he
did spend so much time with the boys, and when
the month had ended, he wondered why she
seemed so changed. Being only one month
older should not have altered her so, but it had.
She seemed ten rather than seven, and used such
long words everybody smiled.
"Take no notice," mamma said. "She has
been with very old people and caught their ways.
It will soon wear off."
Much of it did, but Ned saw that she often
put her hand to a little string about her neck
and then looked anxiously at him. One day he
made a pounce upon it, but Margy screamed and
said:
"No, Ned, you mustn't touch it. That's some-
thing I can never tell you. It's a SECIET !"


PERILS BY ICE.


74






74 PERILS BY IGE.


PERILS BY ICE.
A FATHER once in a vain attempt to cross
the river with his family while the ice
was breaking up, was drowned by the upsetting
of his boat, and his wife and babe were cast upon
a low island, over which the water was slowly
but surely rising. A lad saw their danger, and
at the peril of his own life crossed the ice, which
was crushing and grinding down the river, to
their rescue. He took a plank with which to
span the yawning chasms between the ice cakes,
and a basket in which to carry the babe. He
succeeded in his perilous undertaking and brought
the two in safety to land.
A good many years ago, a slave-mother, flee-
ing with her child before the slave hunter,
crossed the Ohio while the ice was breaking up.
She had not even a plank with which to bridge
the space between the cakes of ice, but holding
her babe firmly in her arms, she leaped from one
ice block to another as they went plunging down
stream with the current, and reached the other
side in safety, while the slave hunter watched
her from the opposite shore, not daring to follow.
This incident was afterwards made use of by
Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe in Uncle Tom's
Cabin.
CAT-TAILS.
------NCLE PARSONS and
: aunt Delia, or as Margy
Z. -','.;_:_-:i always would call them,
.'^'- --il. "Uncle and aunt Delia
Parsons," had come for a
visit, riding from the hills
of Northern Massachu-
I setts, down to pretty
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ioned chaise drawn by
an equally old-fashioned
horse. Try it once, and you will call it the pleas-
antest way of traveling in the world, provided it
is summer and you are not in a hurry.
Once a year the old couple came to Squire
Upson's and spent three days; as aunt Delia
said, "The rest day, the pressed day, and the
day of departure."
They had no children, and were a silent couple,
yet both Ned and Margy were always glad to see
old Billy's head appear at the gate, and Uncle
Parsons's tall figure, followed by aunt Delia al-
most as tall.
Margy and Ned had had a few days at the sea-
side, but Margy was still a little pale and unlike
herself, and aunt Delia looked at her anxiously
a good many times a day.
"You'd better let me take Margy home with
me," she said after one of these looks. "She
needs Berkshire air, and to run wild awhile."


"There isn't room. She'd crowd you," said
Ned.
"Put her little chair in front. The chaise was
built so a child could ride that way," said aunt
Delia with a sigh.
She can go well enough," said Uncle Parsons.
" Get her ready."
"Oh! can I ?" screamed Margy, who could
hardly believe her ears.
"If your father is willing," Mrs. Upson said,
hoping almost that he would not be, for Margy
was the delight of their eyes, and how could they
spare her ?
Margy rushed out to sit on the big gatepost
and wait for her father. She often did this,
jumping from the post to his neck and nearly
strangling him with her fat arms.
To-day, she could hardly wait, and talked so
fast when the old squire at last came, that he
put his hands over his ears.
Wait, wait! he said. "Aunt Delia in one
ear, and chaises and little chairs and journeys in
the other! How am I to tell what it all means ?"
Margy went right on, at the same time pulling
him in to her mother, and the matter was soon
settled.
"It will do her good," said her father. Yes,
I think she can go, though I wouldn't lend her
to anybody but aunt Delia."
Margy w as silent with joy for full five minutes,
and then five minutes more while she thought
what had better be packed to take with her.
The yellow and white kitten must go of course,
and her best white dress and coral necklace.
That was as far as she got, for dinner was waiting
then, but all the afternoon she gathered together
things she might need, rather astonished to find
next morning that aunt Delia's small valise held
all she was to take.
I should like to tell you all about that two
days' ride, but must wait for another time. Just
now I am more concerned with the end of the
visit and Margy's coming home. They had all
missed her, Ned as much as any one, though he
did spend so much time with the boys, and when
the month had ended, he wondered why she
seemed so changed. Being only one month
older should not have altered her so, but it had.
She seemed ten rather than seven, and used such
long words everybody smiled.
"Take no notice," mamma said. "She has
been with very old people and caught their ways.
It will soon wear off."
Much of it did, but Ned saw that she often
put her hand to a little string about her neck
and then looked anxiously at him. One day he
made a pounce upon it, but Margy screamed and
said:
"No, Ned, you mustn't touch it. That's some-
thing I can never tell you. It's a SECIET !"


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"A what! ". said Ned. "You with a secret,
and me your only brother, that you pretend to
think all the world of. Oh! come now, Margy,
you must tell me all about it."
"But I can't, Ned," said Margy. "I promised
Alice I wouldn't."
"Who's Alice?"
"Why; don't you know? It's that girl I've
told you all about. You do know, Ned."
"I see; you think more of her than you do of
me. Well, girls are all alike," Ned said, turning
away in a dignified, yet dejected manner which
went to Margy's heart.
0 Ned! I would tell you in one moment,
but I promised. I couldn't break a promise now,
could I?"
No," said Ned reluctantly. "But I shouldn't
thought you'd ever have made it."
Why, Ned, Alice said you couldn't be a real
friend without a secret. She said her brother
was in college and knew, oh! everything, and he
had secrets and lots of them too. She said he
said it was the confidencee of friendship,' and
we must have one too."
"I don't see how you got so thick with a
strange person, Margy."
"Why, it was lonesome, Ned. Aunt Delia
is a very affable person, but there weren't any lit-
tle girls, and I suppose she saw I was lonesome,
and this Alice Green lived close by and was ten
years old, and aunt Delia said her mother was
.such a good woman Alice ought to be nice too,
and she said -
"'She said, and she said!'" broke in Ned im-
patiently. "It's all 'she saids,' and never any-
thing you said. It's easy to see anybody can
make you do anything, and then you were for-
getting all of us folks and not caring a speck! "
Ned! wailed Margy; but Ned had flung
off, really rather proud of her for keeping her
word so well, but indignant that she should know
anything he did not. Margy cried a minute,
then began to think, and in another minute ran
in to her mother and was shut up with her for
some time, coming out at last with an important
face and mysterious manner.
This lasted two or three days, aggravating Ned
to the last degree, and making him so cross every-
body thought he must be going to be sick. On
the third day Margy met him as he came in from
play and hugged him wildly.
Come into my room! Come quick!" she said,
"I've got word from Alice and I can tell you all
about it. Mamma wrote for me, and Alice says
this is the best secret she ever had, but she knows
you're such a nice boy that I may tell you and
nobody else. Mamma read it to me, but I
couldn't help that, because I can't read writing,
and I've always been so intimate with her that I
don't mind. Now, see here -


Margy took off the string from which hung a
a little blue silk bag, tied with a bit of blue rib-
bon. This she untied, and opening the bag
showed to the astonished Ned a bit of yellow
and white something.
"So that's your SECRET, is it?" he said with
great scorn. "What is it? It looks like a piece
of the kitten's fur."
"It's more'n that, a great deal more," said
Margy, sitting down as if for a long story.
Now I can tell you the whole. You know I
told you how much I liked Alice, and I said one
day, I'm so glad we're so intimate, Alice,' and
she said, why, we're not intimate. Girls ain't
intimate unless they have secrets. It's so nice to
whisper and hint at things and make the other
girls so mad.' I said I shouldn't think it would
be nice, but she insisted it was, and we must have
one right away, and the very next day we did,
provumdentially, get one. Now see what there
is printed on this little paper."
Ned looked and read:
ALIE GEEEN AND MARGY UPSON. SEPTEM-
BER 9, 1857. CAT-TAILS."
"I said it was cat's fur," he said indignantly.
"I don't think much of such a SEcRET as that! "
"0, but you don't know the whole, Ned! You
see we went walking in a meadow that belonged
to Alice's father, and way over the other side of
a brook I saw some cat-tails growing. I knew
you liked 'em for arrows, and I wanted to get
some and take home to you. So we got over
the brook on some stones, and it was all swampy
on the other side, but I got along somehow on
grassy places. Alice wouldn't come, but she
stood on a stone and looked at me, and I got
three or four cat-tails, and almost tumbled over
pulling them up. Then I saw some a great deal
higher, and jumped-to get them, and 0 Ned! it
was a soft place and I went right in. There I
sunk and sunk, and I screamed andAlice screamed,
and I knew I was going to die, and a man came
running way off from a hayfield, and he pulled
me out, and he says, 'Don't you ever dare come
in this swamp again; I'll let you drown if you
do,' and then he went off.
Ned, I was all black mud, most up to my
neck, and Alice stopped crying and began to
laugh. Then she said we must run home, and
Linda, the black girl, would wash me and never
tell at all. She said it would be such a secret!
So we crept up through the field, and into the
kitchen, and Alice told Linda and made her
promise never to tell, and she came out and un-
dressed me in the woodshed, and took me up and
put on clean things, and my best shoes, because
my others had to dry. Mrs. Green had company
and didn't know we were anywhere but taking a
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I heard her and knew it was a lie; but Alice said
Linda often told fibs for her. It wasn't a lie; it
was only a fib, and I mustn't tell because it would
spoil the SECRET. For, you see, somehow I had
held on to the cat-tails, and the top of one was
in my hand. So we took some of the fuzz and
made two little bags for it, just alike, and Alice
said she'd wear hers and I should wear mine
always, unless we had something better, and did
you ever know such a SECRET, Ned?"


you see Alice had a party before I came away,
all for me, and we hinted and hinted, and the
girls were so curious and one got so mad she
went home."
Margy Upson, I'm ashamed of you," said Ned
severely, while Margy opened her eyes wide.
"To think my sister lets people tell lies for her,
and hints, and is just as mean as she can be!
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something, and she saw Linda, and she said, "I think you might have been killed," said
'Why, Linda! what are you washing ?' Linda Ned, who had- listened with deep attention. I
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old SECRET. I'm ashamed of you! that I am! "
Margy sat overwhelmed.
Why, but, Ned! Why, but, Ned!" was all
she could say.
"Yes; and next thing you'll be telling a -lie
about something yourself, and calling it a fib!"
"Why, why! What's all this?" said a voice
from the door, and Squire Upson walked in.
Margy sprang to him and burst into tears, and
Ned looked a little ashamed of his violence.
Margy told her story, and her father smiled
but shook his head over it.
What do you think yourself ? he said at last.
Margy looked down,, and was very still a few
moments. Then she looked up.
"I hate 'em. They've made me all kinds of
trouble. I'm never going to have any more, un-
less somebody makes me for something. I hate
CAT-TArLS and I hate SECRETS too !

AWAITING DIGNITIES.
W HEN I am grown-up," young Bobbie said,
I'll wear like my father, a crimson vest,
And my head I'll adorn with a flaming crest,
And a little brown mite for my wife, I'll wed;
And I'll be Cock Robin of Maplewood
When I am grown-up," he-said.
' When I am grown-up," Kit Clover cried,
"I'll be like my mother, so grave and gray,
I'll purr and sleep the livelong day,
And my kittens will prance and. play at my side;
And I'll always be Tabby, or Mistress Puss,
When I am grown up," she cried,
"When I am a man," says Charlie boy,
"I'll wear big boots, and a tall silk hat,
And I'll swing my cane, with a switch like that
Just like papa, or tall uncle Roy;
And I'll always be Mr. or Father or Sir,
When I am a man," says Charlie boy.
"When I am a woman," says dear little May,
"I'll be like mamma so tall and fair,
And I'll wear silk dresses, and plait my hair,
And I'll never be told to sit still or obey,
When I am a woman," says little May.
And all the while the cat and the bird -
The cat in the cellar, the bird on the tree -
Were watching their darlings so full of glee;
And papa and mamma, in their arm-chairs wide,
Were sitting and musing side by side,
And I think 'twas papa that I heard to say,
" If I only could hear my mother's voice,
Say 'my boy!' or 'my child!' how my heart would
rejoice.
Said mamma, "If our childhood could ever
return "
Ah me! when I was a child," said they.
KATE LAWRENCE.


THE SPIDER MONKEY.
T HESE monkeys are called spider monkeys on
account of their long sprawling limbs and
their peculiar walk. They are remarkable for
their long prehensile tails which have a singular
delicacy of touch. If the spider monkey dis-
covers any little dainty,
like a nest of eggs, which
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even after death. If a spider monkey is mortally
wounded it curls its tail around a branch and
hangs there even after life has fled. These mon-
keys are natives of Central America. One species,
the Coaitd, measures a foot from the nose to the
root of the tail, while the tail itself is two feet
long. When the spider monkey walks erect as
he does sometimes his tail is curled over the head
like the letter S, by way of a balance. In cap-
tivity, these monkeys are affectionate and make
very nice pets.


A CURIOUS WATCH.
RUSSIAN peasant once made a musical
repeating watch the size of an egg, which
had within a representation of Christ's tomb, with
sentinels on guard. On pressing a spring, the
stone would roll away from the tomb, the angels
appear, the holy woman enter the sepulchre and
the same chant which is sung in the Greek Church
on Easter eve be accurately performed.


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7 THE STORY OF A LITTLE PIG.


A SUNKEN CONTINENT.
T HERE is an immense area of the Pacific
Ocean bed, lying under the equator, about
six thousand miles in length and three thousand
in breadth, that has been gradually sinking for
thousands of years. This is a region of atolls
and coral reefs. (Atolls are those circular, ring-
shaped, coral islands, sometimes called "fairy-
rings," which inclose within their circle a smooth
sheet of water.)
But corals do not build their reefs at a greater
depth than a hundred feet, while by sounding
these reefs in the Pacific Ocean it is found that
the coral reaches far below that distance. There-
fore the conclusion of scientific men is that the
bed of the ocean is gradually sinking; and that
the corals began to build fringing reefs on the
islands, and as the land sank, the corals built up
as fast as it went down. As the land finally dis-
appeared the fringing reefs alone were visible,
hence the origin of the atolls. It is found that
the reefs below a hundred feet are dead; the
corals having been killed by the cold.

I HESTNUTS are largely used as food in
S Spain. They are not eaten raw as here,
but are ground and baked into a very good kind
of bread. Particular attention is given to the
cultivation of the chestnut-tree in Spain, and
some varieties bearing very large nuts have been
propagated. Even with us, as every country
boy knows, there is a difference in the size and
quality of chestnuts on different trees.

THE STORY OF A LITTLE PIG.
E was the sweetest lamb
S,-no, pig-that ever
perished .in infant
bloom. As he lay on
my kitchen table, white
S as milk from head
to tail, his poor little
pink eyes half open, and
his tiny feet, let us say
at once his pettitoes,
stretched out as if in
helpless submission to destiny, my heart melted.
So did the hearts of all my women-servants, who
gathered round him, contemplating him with an
air of mild melancholy.
He does look so like a baby," said one.
So he did like the Duchess's baby in Alice's
Adventures, which is by turns an infant and a
little pig.
"I don't think I could cook him," remarked
the cook, a matronly, tender-hearted person who
had had a good deal to do with babies.


And I am sure I couldn't eat him," added,
with dignity, the parlor-maid.
We none of us could eat him," was the gen-
eral chorus. And they all looked at me as if I
were a sort of female Herod. Evidently they
had never read C'I. !. Lamb and were unappre-
ciative of their blessings and of roast pig.
As for me I slowly took in the difficulties of
the position; and as I gazed down on the mar-
tyred innocent lying on the table, to quote a
line from an old drama, I "know how murderers
feel."
Yet I was only an accessory after the fact.
Thus it happened. A much valued and old
friend, who is always ready to do a kindness to
anybody, one day offered my husband a sucking
pig, which was refused and given to somebody
else. Immediately after this I happened to ex-
press my regret for this, as I liked roast pig.
"Then," answered my friend, "you shall have
one-the very next that arrives. I shall not
forget--it is a promise." Which, after an in-
terval of several months, during which I myself
had entirely forgotten it, was thus faithfully
kept.'
A special messenger brought the present to
my door with the injunction that he was to be
cooked that day for dinner .(the pig, not the
messenger), and there he lay, with the sympa-
thetic domestic circle admiring and lamenting
him.
I went out and gathered the collective opinion
of the drawing-room. It was much the same as
that of the kitchen. Several other members of
the family protested that they didn't care for
pig," and one even went so far as to say that if
poor piggiee wiggie" appeared on the table, she
should be obliged td dine out.
Was ever a mistress of a family in such a
quandary! What was I to do? Even though
(in common with Elia, I must own to the soft
impeachment!) I like pig, how could I have one
cooked exclusively for my own eating? And
further, how could I eat him up all myself ? And
he required to be cooked and eaten imme-
diately !
Between the dread of annoying my whole
family, or the kindly friend who had wished to
give me pleasure, I was in despair, till a bright
idea struck me. Near at hand was a household
of mutual friends. A large household, who
could easily consume a little pig two pigs even
- and to whom my friend would, I knew, have
been as glad to give pleasure as to myself.
"Pack him up again, very carefully," said I,
"and let himn be taken at once to Eden Cottage.
They are sure to enjoy him."
Oh, yes, ma'am." And a smile of relief over-
spread the countenances of my domestics espe-
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FRANK'S TRAMP.


dignity, since, to save time, I sent him in the
carriage. So he departed, followed by much
admiration, but no regrets -save mine.
An hour after, the parlor-maid entered: He
has come back, ma'am."
Who ?"
"The little pig. They say, they are very much
obliged but none of the family like pork."
He is not pork," I cried indignantly. "A
sweet, tender, lovely pig, embalmed in all classic
memories -to call him common pork !' "
Still, nothing could be done, and the moments
were flying. I turned to a benevolent lady vis-
itor and told her my grief. She laughed, but
sympathized.
"Will you take him ?" I said hopefully. "In-
deed he is a great beauty, and I am sorry to part
with him, but if you would take him -
I don't think my brother cares for pig; but
some of the rest might like it," answered the
benign woman. So if you are quite sure you
don't want him" -
If I wanted him ever so much I couldn't keep
him. Do take him and I hope that at least
your visitors will enjoy him."
And not until they had departed -little pig
and all did I recollect and felt hot to the
very ends of my fingers- that to the remote an-
cestors of these my dear and excellent friends, the
ancestors of my little pig must have been the most
obnoxious of food. But when one has" put one's
foot into it" the best thing is to let it stop there,
without any attempt to draw it out. So I rested
content. My pig was safely disposed of.
At his usual hour my husband entered, placid
and amused.
So you've got your little pig at last. Morris
was so pleased about it, and so kind. It was
kept on purpose for you, till we came home from
the North. He put it in his carriage and drove
to town with it himself, and sent it by messenger
in full time to be cooked for dinner to-day. And
the last word he said to me was, 'Now, be sure
there's plenty of apple sauce, and tell me to-
morrow morning how you all liked your pig.'"
I listened in blank dismay. Then I told the
whole story and how I had given the pig away.
My husband's face was a sight to behold.
" Given him away given away your little pig!
What will Morris say after all his kindness and
the trouble he took! How shall I ever face him
to-morrow morning?"
In truth it was a most perplexing position.
There is only one thing to be done," said my
husband decisively, "you must send and fetch
the pig back immediately."
I explained with great contrition that this was
difficult, if not impossible, as he was probably
then in the act of being roasted, six miles off.
Concluded on page 86.


FRANK'S TRAMP.
R RANK never thinks the weather just right
for cutting kindlings. He would as lief
play any day. It sometimes puzzles his mother
to see why it is so much cooler playing base-ball
in the open field, under a hot sun, than it is cut-
ting wood in the shady back yard, or how snow-
balling and coasting are so much warmer work
than swinging an axe. But Frank sees through
it just like a book, and thinks mother would if
she had only been a boy once. Maybe so, but
I generally observe fathers see through these
things less than mothers.
One day Frank considered himself quite in
luck, and it all came about by means of an old
tramp. We are not very favorably inclined to
the class, as a rule, though they are so friendly
to us. They have even marked both our gate
posts for the benefit of other friends in need.
Frank's tramp was gray-haired, and had evi-
dently done honest work in his day, and had not
quite lost all the self-respect which the true
workingman feels, or he would never have made
Frank the singular proposition that he did. It
was nothing less than that he would saw his
wood for him if he would get him some break-
fast. Frank came flying up the steps to mother,
fearing that Mary might serve out cold buck-
wheat cakes, and thus throw a damper over the
man's ardor in the wood line. How he did cater
for that old man! He meant he should have
one "square meal" that day, if he did not get
another. The tramp evidently appreciated his
efforts, and sawed so long I was afraid he would
call it a day's work. But he only meant to pay
his way, I found. So I gave him a dime, though
with some misgivings, as I thought of the handy
saloon in the next street.
Frank went to work with enthusiasm and split
up his wood, storing it in a hogshead in the cellar.
"There, mother," he said, "I have got sixty-
three gallons of kindling-wood, so I can afford to
rest awhile on it."
But then sixty-three gallons of kindling will
melt away in time, and Frank has looked in vain
for another like-minded tramp to happen along.
In fact Frank would like a succession of tramps
to keep him in kindlings. But then he likes to
do some things. He likes to do errands, and
every boy does not like that. He likes to carry
eggs and milk from the farm to old aunt Patty.
He likes to carry things that are going to help
people. He was a happy boy the day he carried
the easy chair to little Rosa Williams. Rosa
was just getting up from a fever and had no com-
fortable chair to sit in.
* After all, a boy may be a very good boy and
not like to cut kindlings.
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2- IN SPAIN.


IN SPAIN.
HE delicious oranges of Seville can be
bought in its streets at the rate of four for
one cent! Happy people who do not have to pay
four cents for one orange They hang in nets.
in the markets in company with bunches of gar-
lic, chestnuts and lemons, tambourines and zam-
bombas.
In the manufacture of the grass rope used by
the Spanish peasants, three workers are required:
one to turn the wheel, one to feed it, and one to
hold the completed rope. This arrangement is
agreeable to the leisurely instincts of the race.
Modern art and invention do not trouble the
Spanish peasant. He scratchr3 his soil with a
primitive plough, the like of which may have
been used by the farmer of the antediluvian
period. It is simply a sharp crotch of a tree
shod with iron.
Whithersoever the peasant may go, he never
fails to take his peasant's bag, or alforia, with
him, for in it are two articles indispensable to his
comfort -his wine skin and his pot of garlic.
He has two ways of drinking his wine; he either
raises the mouth of the skin to his lips, or holds
it aloft at arm's length and catches the stream.
He prefers the last-named method.

THE BRAGGING BLUE JAY.
'M an independent jay with blue feathers and
gay crest,
A collar of jet-black, and a white and snowy
breast;
My eyes are brightest hazel, my notes are loud
and long;
All the birds of the forest I can mimic with my
'song.

I shriek like a hawk when I want a little fun,
For all the birds about think the monster then
has come.
I make such dreadful noises at the possum and
the coon--
And if an owl comes near me I can scare him
very soon.

But I make sweet music too and warble notes of
love,
And to her whom I would woo, I am gentle as
the dove.
My nest is rather large, is with fibrous roots
made strong,
And it holds five olive eggs spotted over with
dull brown.

On a high limb of the cedar, my little birdlings
rest;
And for food I steal the young birds and eggs
from other nests.


I take the farmer's grain, and cherries when
they're red;
But I seek my nest most cautiously when little
ones are fed.

In wild forests of the West, where sportsmen
hunt the deer,
I give a warning cry when danger draweth near.
The deer knows the cry, he leaps and bounds
away,
The hunter drops his gun and cries vengeance
on the jay."

I hide my food for winter where no other bird
can see, -
Under stumps,. between the stones, in some
lightning-shivered tree;
And I never am forgetful of the good things
stored away,
But can find a little pantry on each dreary win-
ter day.


Just then bang went a rifle, and our foolish prat-
ing jay
Fell struggling in the grass and his brief life
passed away -
A modest Thrush near by said, O look, you
songsters all,
And pray you take this warning lest your' pride
too have a fall.' "
I. B. ROBERTS.


SCIPIO AFRICANUS.
r -- IL\T was his name; but
:.)' it i is not of the distin-
guished Roman general
5. nor any of his relatives
that this story treats.
~ Scipio Africanus was
c; J a large, black, New-
Sfoundland dog, and as

( long for every-day use it
was kept for great occa-
sions such as Christmas and Fourth of July, and
at other times was abbreviated to Scip."
He had been Letitia Langdon's birthday pres-
ent, and at first the little girl was wild with de-
light. Indeed, she never lost her first liking for
the great, clumsy playfellow; but Titia was a
little girl who dearly loved to tease, and Scip"
could not expect to escape her pranks any more
than the other members of the family.
Sometimes he rebelled; when, after sitting
patiently for several minutes with uplifted paws,
his fickle little mistress would give the coveted
piece of chicken to the cat; or, when, after a joy-
ous romp across the piazzas and down the walks,
Titia would suddenly become dignified, and, set-


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82


IN SPAIN.





2- IN SPAIN.


IN SPAIN.
HE delicious oranges of Seville can be
bought in its streets at the rate of four for
one cent! Happy people who do not have to pay
four cents for one orange They hang in nets.
in the markets in company with bunches of gar-
lic, chestnuts and lemons, tambourines and zam-
bombas.
In the manufacture of the grass rope used by
the Spanish peasants, three workers are required:
one to turn the wheel, one to feed it, and one to
hold the completed rope. This arrangement is
agreeable to the leisurely instincts of the race.
Modern art and invention do not trouble the
Spanish peasant. He scratchr3 his soil with a
primitive plough, the like of which may have
been used by the farmer of the antediluvian
period. It is simply a sharp crotch of a tree
shod with iron.
Whithersoever the peasant may go, he never
fails to take his peasant's bag, or alforia, with
him, for in it are two articles indispensable to his
comfort -his wine skin and his pot of garlic.
He has two ways of drinking his wine; he either
raises the mouth of the skin to his lips, or holds
it aloft at arm's length and catches the stream.
He prefers the last-named method.

THE BRAGGING BLUE JAY.
'M an independent jay with blue feathers and
gay crest,
A collar of jet-black, and a white and snowy
breast;
My eyes are brightest hazel, my notes are loud
and long;
All the birds of the forest I can mimic with my
'song.

I shriek like a hawk when I want a little fun,
For all the birds about think the monster then
has come.
I make such dreadful noises at the possum and
the coon--
And if an owl comes near me I can scare him
very soon.

But I make sweet music too and warble notes of
love,
And to her whom I would woo, I am gentle as
the dove.
My nest is rather large, is with fibrous roots
made strong,
And it holds five olive eggs spotted over with
dull brown.

On a high limb of the cedar, my little birdlings
rest;
And for food I steal the young birds and eggs
from other nests.


I take the farmer's grain, and cherries when
they're red;
But I seek my nest most cautiously when little
ones are fed.

In wild forests of the West, where sportsmen
hunt the deer,
I give a warning cry when danger draweth near.
The deer knows the cry, he leaps and bounds
away,
The hunter drops his gun and cries vengeance
on the jay."

I hide my food for winter where no other bird
can see, -
Under stumps,. between the stones, in some
lightning-shivered tree;
And I never am forgetful of the good things
stored away,
But can find a little pantry on each dreary win-
ter day.


Just then bang went a rifle, and our foolish prat-
ing jay
Fell struggling in the grass and his brief life
passed away -
A modest Thrush near by said, O look, you
songsters all,
And pray you take this warning lest your' pride
too have a fall.' "
I. B. ROBERTS.


SCIPIO AFRICANUS.
r -- IL\T was his name; but
:.)' it i is not of the distin-
guished Roman general
5. nor any of his relatives
that this story treats.
~ Scipio Africanus was
c; J a large, black, New-
Sfoundland dog, and as

( long for every-day use it
was kept for great occa-
sions such as Christmas and Fourth of July, and
at other times was abbreviated to Scip."
He had been Letitia Langdon's birthday pres-
ent, and at first the little girl was wild with de-
light. Indeed, she never lost her first liking for
the great, clumsy playfellow; but Titia was a
little girl who dearly loved to tease, and Scip"
could not expect to escape her pranks any more
than the other members of the family.
Sometimes he rebelled; when, after sitting
patiently for several minutes with uplifted paws,
his fickle little mistress would give the coveted
piece of chicken to the cat; or, when, after a joy-
ous romp across the piazzas and down the walks,
Titia would suddenly become dignified, and, set-


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82


IN SPAIN.








SCIPJO AFRIGANUS. 83


ting forth for a walk down the street, order her.
faithful follower back to his kennel. Not daring
to disobey, Scipio would give vent to his sorrow
and disappointment in long, mournful howls, till
his hard-hearted mistress disappeared in the dis-
tance.
One of her pranks I think he never quite forgave.
Titia had been making'molasses candy, and with
unusual generosity, offered Scipio a large piece.
Unsuspicious of any evil, he received it in his
open mouth, and then the trouble began. He
could not rid himself of the toothsome morsel;
he could not swallow it. Backwards and for-
wards he ran, frantically working his prisoned
jaws, while Titia looked on, clapping her hands,
screaming with laughter, and calling the whole
household to view the poor dog's predicament.
For several days afterward he looked at Titia
with reproachful eyes, and refused to accept
proffered dainties from her hand.
One of Scipio's accomplishments was drawing
his mistress across the ice on her sled. He needed
no harness, but seizing the tongue in his strong
teeth, ran gleefully across the long smooth ex-
panse behind the house, where the river, making
a sudden bend to the westward, overflowed its
low banks and spread its blue waters in broad,
icy sheets between the hills.
Here, in the bright, frosty days, they played
together, the dog and his mistress. She, daintily
dressed in her warm, crimson skating suit, flitting
back and forth like a gorgeous tropical bird, he,
watchful, protecting, driving each intrusive ca-
nine away with savage growls, but ready to re-
spond to his mistress' lightest or most whimsical
command.
One day when they made their usual visit they
found the ice rough and jagged. It had thawed
the preceding day and freezing in broken masses,
bad ruined their skating ground. Titia was in
despair. Clear and smooth the river spread its
icy breadth between the hills, but her mother's
warning command, "Never go on the river to
skate, Letitia," rang in her ears. Hitherto she
had obeyed; but this morning yielding to a wil-
ful impulse she buckled on her skates and turned
her face toward the hills. She would only go a
'little way," she said inwardly. She was not a
baby, and could be trusted to skate along the
river's edge where the ice was firm and thick.
How swiftly she flew over the steel-blue floor!
how the playful wind clasped her in frosty arms,
and swept her on farther and farther! and behind
her, like a dark, stalwart shadow, came Scipio,
the watchful.
On and on she flew. The sunlight reflected
from the polished floor wrapped her in prismatic
flame. Then as its glow blinded her eyes some-
thing gave way beneath her feet, there was a
crash, a gurgle of water in her ears, and she


sank down, down! Throwing out her hand
blindly she struck something hard, and stunned
as she was, realized her situation. She had
skated into the hole where the men had been
cutting ice the previous week, and in sinking had
caught hold of the board which spanned the
chasm.
She clung to it desperately, but how long
could it last? She was growing numb and chill.
Her strength was ebbing fast and the little red-
mittened hand could not long retain its hold.
She called aloud but could not hope that her
weak voice would be heard in the village beyond
the hills. Suddenly she felt the strong collar of
her cloak seized in a firm grasp. Slowly and
cautiously inch by inch she was lifted out of the
water. She felt the smooth, solid ice beneath
her; saw Scipio's sparkling eyes and the strong,
white teeth which had been her salvation, and
then river and hill disappeared in a mist, and she
knew no more till an hour later, when she opened
her eyes in her cosey bedroom at home and saw
her mother's loving, anxious face bending above
her.
They told her afterward how the men at work
farther down the stream attracted by the dog's
frantic howls and barkings had come to the res-
cue, and wrapping her in warm coats, had carried
her home; how Scipio, jealously watching their
movements, had kept by his mistress' side guard-
ing his charge till she was safe in her mother's
arms; and as Titia listened to the story of
Scipio's faithful love the tears rained over her
white face and she sobbed out: 0 mamma, I
will never, never again disobey you, and while
Scipio lives I will never forget how much I owe
him."
And so it is that in all the republic there is
not a happier dog than Scipio Africanus. Like
a war-worn hero, he rests on his laurels, but his
fame has spread throughout the region and the
children bless him with their love.
SAIAi D. HOBArT.

CCHILDREN often stumble upon queer defini-
tions of things that puzzle the wisest to
explain. For instance: Ice is water that stayed
out in the cold and went to sleep." Dust is
"mud with the juice squeezed out." A fan is
"a thing to brush the warm off with." A sob
is "when a fellow doesn't want to cry and it.
bursts out itself." MARGARET SIDNEY.

M AX MULLER has calculated that, at the
IV_ close of the next two centuries, there
will be in the world 53,370,000 people speaking
the Italian language, 72,571,000 the French, 157,-
480,000 the German, 505,286,000 the Spanish,
and 1,837,286,153 the English.


SCIPIO. AFRICANUS.


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84 SAMOYEDS AND THEIR REINDEER.


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A FAMILY OF SAMOYEDS.


SAMOYEDS AND THEIR REINDEER.
E VERY winter a party of Samoyeds come
down from their home in the north of Russia
to St. Petersburg and encamp upon the
frozen Neva. Here they stay until the first
intimation of spring, when they flee to their
Arctic home, as neither they nor their rein-
deer can endure even a small degree of heat.
A ride over the frozen river in a Samoyed
sledge drawn by reindeer, is one of the amuse-
ments of the winter at St. Petersburg.
The Samoyeds are nomads, living, in sum-
mer, in tents of birch bark which in winter
are covered with skins and lined with furs.
Their wealth consists in herds of reindeer. r
A very wealthy Samoyed-counts his reindeer
by thousands. To the Samoyed as to the
Lapp this animal is invaluable. Indeed, it is 1
difficult to see how the Samoyed could ex- -
ist without his reindeer. The reindeer sup-
plies him with milk and meat. With its skin
his family are clothed. From the tendons of ;r
the reindeer, he weaves his ropes; its horns
serve as shovels, and from its bones house-
hold implements are made. And it is his
beast of burden.
The hair of the reindeer is long and thick in


the lichen may be covered
teaches the reindeer where
head, hoofs, and horns, he cle


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REINDEER.


winter, and of a
gray white. Gar-
ments are made
from the skin with
the fur inside, and
these are decorated
with strips of bear's
fur, and sometimes
with the fur of the
beautiful silvery
fox. Boots are also
made of reindeer
skin with the fur
inside, and these
are ornamented
with strips of black
and gray fur and
bits of gray cloth.
A second pair of
fur boots is worn
inside, and with
the long fur mit-
tens, and close
hoods, the Samo-
yed is well protect-
ed from the severe
cold.
The reindeer
requires no shelter
in winter. His
food consists most-
ly of a kind of white
lichen. Although
with snow, instinct
it is, and with his
ars away the snow.


IVY:





LEIGH HUNT. 85


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LEIGH HumT


LEIGH HUNT. Charles Sumner visited Leigh Hunt in his old
T HERE is a charming volume which all age and remarked the poverty of his surround-
"lovers of the pleasant art of essay writ-, ings (for despite his indefatigable industry he
ing" will find much to their taste, entitled The was always poor), "but, "added Sumner, "he has
Wishing- Cap Papers. These papers were col- a palace of a mind!"
elected by Joseph E. Babson, from the Indica- Here is a bit of his about Italian fire-flies. "The
tor, the Tattler and other English periodicals, and Tuscan name is lucciola, little light. In Genoa
are a few of the many essays written by Leigh they call them chiare-belle, clear and bright. At
Hunt. It was while editor of the Examiner that night the flashing is that of the purest and most
Leigh Hunt was imprisoned for what was con- lucid fire, spangling the vineyards and olive-trees
sidered as an unwarrantable attack in that period- and their dark avenues with innumerable stars.
ical upon the Prince Regent, afterwards George In a dark room, a single one is sufficient to flash
IV. Leigh Hunt in his autobiography says that a light against the wall. I have read of a lady
the impression was that "we were sent to prison in the West Indies who could see to read by the
because we said the Prince Regent was fat;" help of three under a glass, as long as they chose
which is very likely, as George IV., with his to accommodate her. During our abode in Genoa
inordinate vanity could better have endured an a few of them were commonly in our rooms all
attack upon his character than upon his person. night, going about like little sparkling elves. It
Leigh Hunt was in prison two years. His is impossible not to think of something, spiritual
family were with him, and he was visited by many in seeing the progress of one of them through a dark
whose names are familiar to students of English room. You only know it by the flashing of its
literature Shelley, Byron, Hazlitt, and the lamp, which takes place every three or four
Lambs (Charles and Mary) who "came to com- inches apart, sometimes oftener, thus marking its
fort me in all weathers, in daylight and in dark- track in and out of the apartment, or about it. It
ness." .is like a little fairy taking its rounds."





TIHE STORY OF A LITTLE PIG.


THE STORY OF A LITTLE PIG. The the little pig," said I at last, in great
humility.
Concluded from page 79. Ah! the little pighas been cooked and eaten.
He turned out a great success. Some of the
-'-^ UT we must have him family enjoyed him immensely."
somehow or other, we "Then is he quite finished?" I asked with
V R must eat him, or at meek despondency.
S least be able to say we I will ring and inquire. No, I think there is
I .e' -- yi have eaten him. Mor- a fragment left of him, because my brother
........ ris will be so disappoint- thought you ought to be asked to dinner to-day
rf- I -- ,- ed, quite hurt in his to eat it."
j .. .' feelings, and no won- Well, if I might take it home with me, were
der! How could you it only a few mouthfuls. We have a special
... ..._ do such a thing!" reason, my husband will explain."
I felt very guilty, but Which he did, pouring out the whole story of
still, if I had had to do it all over again I did not my sins first in being so foolish as to say I
see how I could have done differently. And the liked pig; then in accepting it; and lastly in
pig was safe to be eaten and enjoyed by some- giving it away.
body. And if you had seen how pleased Morris was,
"But not by you, which was what Morris and the trouble he took about it all," was always
wished. Couldn't you manage it somehow? the burthen of the story, till I felt as if I never
Why not invite yourself to dine with your friends could lift my head again.
and the pig?" But my friends only saw the comic phase of
Alas! it was, as I said, six miles off, and there the thing. They burst into a chorus of laughter.
was only half an hour to dinner-time, and we had "It is as good as a play. You ought to write
a houseful of friends ourselves that day. a second essay on Roast Pig, to transcend Elia's.
"But the day after? Couldn't we drive over, Comfort yourself, you shall still have your pig
and fetch him back, at least what remains of him, or at least what is left of him."
and eat him cold the day after ?" She rang the bell, and gave her orders to the
This was too bright an idea to lose. But still politely astonished footman, who, after a few
one difficulty remained. What was to be said to minutes, brought back a most Medea-like mes-
our kindly friend when he asked how we had en- sage.
joyed our pig, to-morrow morning ? "Please, ma'am, cook says there's his head left,
I declare, I don't know how to face him," some of his legs, and a small portion of him still
said my husband mournfully. "After all his remains uncooked, if the lady would like to take
kindness, and the trouble he took and the pleas- that home."
ure he had in pleasing you! The first question "No, no, no," said my husband hastily; "the
he is sure to ask is, How did your wife like the least little bit will do a mere fragment just
pig?' What in theworld am I to sayto him?' to enable her to say she has eaten it. She likes
Crushed with remorse, I yet suggested that it she was once heard to say that a little pig
"the plain truth," as people call it, is usually tasted 'exactly like a baby!'"
found not only the right thing, but the most con- Under the shriek of laughter which followed
venient. However, this merely feminine wisdom this unlucky communication -which was alas!
was negatived by the higher powers, and it was quite true -I made my retreat. But just as I
agreed that our donor should only be told that was getting into the carriage, one of the family
the pig was not to be eaten till to-morrow, on came running hastily out.
which to-morrow we should drive over and fetch "Stop a minute -you have forgotten some-
what remained of him, so as to be able to say thing. You have left behind you, your little
with accuracy that we had eaten him and found pig."
him good. What a narrow escape! Not until the bas-
This was accordingly done. The fatal mo- ket was safely deposited at my feet did I feel
mont passed how, I did not venture to inquire that I had conquered fate- gained my end-
- my husband reappeared at home and we took and my pig. And, what was the most impor-
a pleasant drive, and presented ourselves for tant element in the matter, had avoided wound-
afternoon tea at our friends' house. They were ing the feelings of my friend.
too hospitable to look surprised, or to wonder So we ate him the pig, I mean, or at least
what we had come for. one of his members. And very delicious he was,
After a few minutes' polite conversation, we fully justifying Elia's commendation of him, or
looked at one another, to see which should make of his -:ace. He was also fully appreciated by a
the confession and put the request. mutual friend of the donor and ourselves, who


86






TEDDY'S NARROW ESCAPE.


happened to dine with us that day, and upon
whom we impressed the necessity of stating pub-
licly that she had eaten this identical pig in our
house.
Peace to his manes! Let him not perish un-
chronicled, for he was a beauty; but let his his-
tory be recorded here a story without a plot
-or a purpose- or a moral. Except, perhaps,
the trite one -that truth is. best. How much or
how little of it has reached my friend I know not,
and dare not inquire; but when he reads this in
print, perhaps he will feel that his kindly gift
was not altogether thrown away.
THE AUTHon OF JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN.

TEDDY'S NARROW ESCAPE.
T wasn't a boy about
whom I am going to tell
you now, but a dear lit-
tle bird who really was
quite a remarkable little
fellow. He possessed a
conscience at least if
',A 'not exactly a conscience
such as would do for a
boy or girl -he showed
a good bird conscience,
as you would very readily believe, if I were to
tell you some of the ways in which it was tried.
But I started to relate to you the narrow escape
from a dreadful fate he once passed through, so
that alone must be my story to-day.
Teddy belonged to my sister, who loved him
dearly, and cared for him patiently. He was so
good and lively, that she got into the habit of
opening the cage door in the morning when she
cleaned him, and inviting the little singer to step
out and enjoy a happy season of freedom in the
large room, always first taking the utmost precau-
tions about closed doors and.windows; and also
about everything that could possibly harm the
little fellow on his blissful travels. One bright,
sunny morning, I, being then an invalid recover-
ing from a fever, was invited in as guest to wit-
ness with amusement, the antics of Teddy, who,
almost wild with delight, was going through an
unnecessary and unusual amount of gyrations,
putting on several extra steps as he pranced over
the bureau and peered at himself in the mirror,
and altogether acting in such a way that really
it seemed as if his little yellow head was turned
with excitement. Back and forth,he flew with a
whir now perched on the very top of the high
bedstead he would cock his head around at us
and roll down the big black eye that was turned
toward us (he has the biggest eyes I ever saw in
a bird) in such a funny way as if he were saying,
" Oh! it's perfectly elegant up here, and you
know you can't catch me either !" then upon


the pictures, where in pulling and pecking at the
cord, his feet would slide away just as awkward
boys do when skating, and he would almost come
down with a bob on his nose. But at last we
were tired laughing at Master Ted, and besides,
it was high time that he was back in his cosey
home; and so his mistress started to take him up
gently in her hand as she always did to put him
back in the cage. He never had learned to go in
himself, but always waited quietly and allowed
her to put him 'in. But this morning Teddy
seemed unwilling to come. The trouble was,
there was another friend in the room, who
thought she would help too in the getting him
back; so she stood one side most alluringly try-
ing every means in her power to entice Birdie
back to his home. This all frightened him, till
at last he got so bewildered that he only flew
blindly from one side of the room to the other
in utter confusion. On the mantel over my head
as I sat on the sofa, somebody had put a small
round pincushion; it belonged in a work-basket
and it was fairly bristling with needles of every
description; but worst of all there were four
or five sharp darning needles in amongst them,
and the whole of them were all stran: sraigk4
up, shining in the sunlight like so many spikes,
and there was not a place between any one of
them where you could lay the tip of your finger,
unless you did it very carefully! This we know,
for after the fright we tried it. Directly to this,
without a bit of warning (indeed we didn't know
the cushion was there) our dear little bird flew
with rapid bewildered wing that only just carried
him to the cushion, and then he jumped right into
the very middle of it! Of course we supposed he
must be killed, and for a moment no one dared to
stir. But o ; there he stood surrounded on all
sides by a shining steel thicket, the darning
needles some of them reaching up above his
head and bright yellow coat, and there he stood
turning his head from side to side, his black eyes
peeping through his picket fence, shining brighter
than the needles that came so near causing his
death. Poor little bird! but how to get him
out! for the slightest movement. might startle
him, and entangled as he was, any change of po-
sition, except flying up, would result if not in
death, at least in having his eyes put out. His
mistress stepped up, and gently raised her finger,
and chirruped to him. Up he flew from his ter-
rible resting-place, and we allbreathed freer. He
seemed to understand the dreadful danger he had
escaped, and was very glad indeed to go back
into his quiet cage, where he had enough to
think about the remainder of the day.
But we all, on examination of the cushion,
concluded decidedly that he never could do it
again and escape, no, not if he tried a hundred
times. H. M. S..






















































































































SPARKING ELVES.


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THE PARTRIDGE.






DAVID LIVINGSTONE.


THE PARTRIDGE.
T HE partridge is a shy bird, but it has been
known in severe winter weather to seek the
shelter of the barnyard and even of the barn.
I have a vivid recollection of finding once in
my childhood a partridge's nest at the foot of a
large tree in a certain woods I frequented, and,
later on, in a pasture overgrown with a tangle of
birches and scrub-oaks, I came across a brood of
the tiny creatures, and without an instant's hesi-
tation gathered them into my apron and took
them home in great glee. My father, however,
sent me back with them, saying that it would be
impossible for me to raise them, and I obeyed
his behest sorrowfully, and left them on the spot
whence I had-taken them, seeing nothing of the
mother, however, either at the taking off or at
the return.
I do not know why the pretty Mitchella repens
is called the partridge-berry; perhaps because
the partridge feeds upon it.

DAVID LIVINGSTONE.
.. VID LIVINGSTONE
was born March 19,1813,
at Blantyre, a little town
Son the banks of the river
-Clyde. His parents were
poor, and when he was
only ten years old they
put him to work in a
cotton mill as piecer."
i He had to work from six
o'clock in the morning
until eight at night. He kept on piecing the
threads together until he was nineteen years old,
when he was made a spinner. In this position
the work was much harder than it had been be-
fore, but he comforted himself with thinking
that now he was receiving more money, and
would be able to study in Gi .: ..: in the win--
ter.
At the beginning of the winter he walked to
Glasgow with his father, who helped him find a
place to board, and then he settled down to hard
study. He attended the medical and scientific lec-
tures which were being given at the University,
and studied until he had passed a very hard med-
ical examination and received his diploma which
enabled him to practice as a physician.
About this time Mr. Gutzlaff issued a circular
asking Great Britain and America for mission-
aries to go to China. Livingstone read this ap-
peal, and made up his mind to go ; but just then
the Opium War broke out, which prevented him,
and he went instead to a Missionary Training
School in Essex, where he stayed two years.
In 1840 he sailed as a missionary for Africa.


Having arrived at Port Elizabeth, Algoa Bay, he
set out for Knruman, where he was told to wait
for further directions from England. When the
directions came, they said that he was to go to
Mabotsa, a place far in the interior, and establish
a mission station. On his journey there he met
Chief Bubi and his tribe, the Bakwains, which
translated means "they of the crocodile." They
are called so because they select a crocodile for
their- totem; that is, every member of the tribe
agrees never to kill or eat a crocodile, and it is
held sacred and worshiped throughout the tribe.
This custom prevails also among the North
American Indians, who often select a bear or a
wolf for their totem.
When Livingstone came among these people,
their lands were all drying up and suffering
greatly for want of water. Their own rain-maker
having failed to induce the much-needed moist-
ure to descend from the clouds, Livingstone vol-
unteered to make rain which would refresh their
dying lands. He helped them dig a long canal
from the river, which flowed some distance off,
to the vegetable gardens. There was but one
spade among them, and that was without a han-
dle, but they sharpened sticks, and so were able,
with hard work and plenty of patience, to dig a
canal which fully answered their purpose. They
were much pleased with the cunning of the white
man who could make rain so.
When he arrived at Mabotsa the natives were
out trying to drive a lion from some bushes near
by. He stood on a little hill and as he looked
round, all at once the lion sprang upon him and
they came to the ground together. He says the
lion shook him as a cat does a mouse. After
that, he seemed to be paralyzed, and felt no fear
in looking round at the beast. His shoulder was
crunched to splinters, and there were eleven
teeth wounds left in his arm. One of the natives
fired at the lion when he was standing over Liv-
ingstone, but the gun missed fire, and the lion
sprang towards the man, but dropped dead from
the bullets he had received before. He had to
act as his own surgeon, and as the arm could not
be properly cared for, it was all but useless to
him ever afterwards, because whenever he raised
it higher than his shoulder a terrible pain shot
through it.
After establishing his mission station he found
the greatest difficulty in getting along peaceably
with the natives. He had to go three miles,
every other day, and stop the water from going
into the native gardens, so that he might have a
little moisture to refresh his burnt-up vegetables.
When the women saw him coming home they
would go and turn in the water again, and when
he asked them to let him have enough to water
his garden they became very angry, and taking
their pickaxes destroyed the drain which led the


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water to the gardens, and let the river flow in its
old bed. After he had with all this difficulty
raised a few poor little vegetables, they stole them
by day as well as by night. Even while he was
preaching to them, a man would look in and see
who was speaking, and knowing he could not
leave before a certain time, would go to the
missionary's house and take dishes, clothes, food
and anything he could get hold of; and some-
times the cattle were driven away and killed.
Although he was very persevering in his ef-
forts, he found it hard to teach them. When he
came across one like Sechele, who learned the
alphabet in one day, it gave him great encourage-
ment. After this chief learned to read, it was a
delight to him to get Livingstone to listen while
he read the Bible. He particularly admired
Isaiah, and he often remarked "He was a fine
man, Isaiah; he knew how to soeak." Through
his kind and fearless manner towards tne natives
Livingstone had now gained a great influence
over them, and they believed him to possess
power to raise the dead, because he could some-
times cure one of them when the enchantments
of their own doctors had no effect upon him. A
good many of the tribes believed he was a wiz-
ard.
Speaking of two tribes, he said that though the
Bakhoba were much more inquisitive than the
Becnunanas, he had never seen one who had
heard of the existence of the sea. These tribes
who live so far inland, and have never even
heard of the sea, think there is hardly anything
more valuable than sea shells. As Livingstone
was leaving a certain chief whom he had been to
visit, the chief presented him with a necklace, on
the end of which was a common sea shell, and
hanging it on his neck he said, There, now you
have a proof of my friendship." Two of these
shells will buy a slave, and five will purchase an
elephant's tusk worth ten pounds.
One very good way he found of teaching the
natives was by means of a magic- lantern which
he carried with him. They were always willing
to stop and see him exhibit the pictures, and
eager to hear him tell the stories about them.
In his wanderings he had heard a great deal
about a lake called N'gami, but the tribes who
told him about it had themselves never seen it,
only having heard of its existence from other
tribes. He determined to go in search of it him-
self, and find out whether it were fabulous or
truly a great inland sea as had been represented
to him. In his party there were some English
gentlemen who had come out to hunt, but joined
him in the search for the lake. All at once, as
they were riding along, they came upon what ap-
peared to be a great expanse of water, which
they supposed was Lake N'gami, but it proved to
be one of the salt pans so numerous and so de-


ceptive throughout the African deserts, and the
true lake was discovered three hundred miles be-
yond. It was a magnificent sheet of water.
The tribes living near told them it would take
three days to go round it. These were the first
white men who ever beheld this splendid lake,
and Queen Victoria awarded Livingstone twenty-
five guineas for the discovery.
He was charmed with the river Zouga, one of
the inlets of Lake N'gami, and he says the banks
were more beautiful than any he had ever seen,
except perhaps some parts of the Clyde. On in-
quiring of the natives where a branch of the
Zouga came from, he was told "From a country
full of rivers--so many no one can tell their
number." One of the remarkable things about
this river is its periodical rise and fall. It was
the dry season of the year when he was there,
and yet it rose three feet in a very short time.
He came to the conclusion that the rise was not
due to rains, because the water was so pure, but
that it was probably caused by melting snow
from the higher lands. The people living on the
banks of the stream told him that every year the
chief killed a man and threw his body into the
river when it began to rise.
Over eighty buffaloes walked slowly past their
camp fire one night, and they saw hundreds of
beautiful elands (a kind of antelope). Lions
amused themselves by roaring at them, some-
times all night, putting their mouths close to the
ground, which made the sound reverberate.
When he was considering his great journey to
the west coast, he said it seemed a serious thing
to leave his wife and children and break up all
communication with the world, but as he believed
if he served God at all it must be in a manly
way, he determined to succeed, or die in the at-
tempt to open up this part of Africa. The Boers,
by stealing all his things, had saved him the
trouble of making a will, and he set out with the
comforting thought that it was much better to be
the plundered party than one of the plunderers.
He thought of going part way on this journey
in company with a Portuguese slave merchant,
but when he saw the gangs of poor blacks in
chains, he resolved to go alone with his natives.
Several times he was prostrated by the terri-
ble African fever, and at one of these times a
mutiny arose among his men. They demanded
that he should lead them back to their homes, as
they did not see any prospect of reaching the
coast. After using all the means of persuasion
he could devise, he announced that should they
desert him he would try to push on alone, where-
upon they immediately replied, We will never
leave you. Do not be disheartened. Wherever
you lead we will follow."
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JIMMY'S ADVERTISEMENT.


A MOVING CITY.
IT has been ascertained from recent surveys
that the city of Virginia, Nevada, has moved
over thirty inches to the east since the big fire
of 1875. The Maynard Block in Golden Hill is
gradually sliding down in the direction of Gold
Caion, and has moved nearly two feet since its
erection. This movement is so gradual that it
does not affect the safety of the building; the
ground to a depth of nearly one hundred feet to
the bed-rock is known to be continually sliding.
The ground on which Virginia City is built is
what is termed a slide, and, in mining, it is neces-
sary to sink a shaft nearly one hundred feet be-
fore finding the natural bed-rock. These slides
are formed by the constant crumbling of the rocks
on the mountain sides. This debris, accumulated
through ages of disintegration, is constantly gravi-
tating downward, and it is said that if it were
possible for structures built by human hands to
withstand the decay of time, the entire city
would in the course of a few hundred thousand
years find itself on the flat between the mouth
of Six-mile Caion and the Carson River.

JIMMY'S ADVERTISEMENT.
.E was born so. Jimmy
SParker could no more
help finding out things
than a squirrel can help
cracking nuts. Before
h- e was a week old he
-'-'= knew the softest side of
the pillow, and cried if
they did not lay him on
it.
Grandfather Pepper-
. edge did say it might have been only his fancy
-that Jimmy gave him a peculiar wink out of
his dark blue-eye (all babies have dark-blue eyes
at first, I am told) as if to say:
I know what you've got that big silver dollar
in your vest-pocket for. You brought it here on
purpose for me, Jimmy Parker, and you went
to the jeweller's and had that hole put in for my
mother to put a ribbon through it, so I could
wear the dollar around my neck. So I will,
maybe, till I get big enough to spend it for
candy."
"Mark my words, Clorindy," said Grandfather
Pepperedge to his daughter, Jimmy's mother,
if you lived on a farm, that boy would fetch in
more eggs in one day than another boy would in
a week; and he'd know the color of the hens
that laid'em too," he continued, shaking the cor-
ner of his yellow-spotted, red cotton handkerchief
before Jimmy's eyes. "A won-derful boy!
Mark my words, Clorindy. An astonishing
boy! "


At the tender age of six months, Jimmy's eyes
turned suggestively to his tin savings bank on the
bedroom mantel, whenever his father rattled the
loose change in his pockets. At three years, he
could tell which patty-pan" cake had the most
raisins in it as soon as they were turned out on
the kitchen table. At five, he tormented his sis-
ters by discovering the presents they had hidden
away for Christmas. Once he nearly set Abby
Jane crazy by dancing out with the red and
chinchilla scarf which she was crocheting for a
particular friend of hers, and which she had se-
creted in an empty stone pickle jar, where Jimmy
found it in his search for doughnuts. At eight
and a half, he found out, among his other dis-
coveries, that Ellen O'Brien had a secret sorrow.
Now Ellen was the last person in the world
whom any one would suspect of such a thing.
She was plump and rosy, with white teeth, bright
blue eyes, and lovely crinkly brown hair. Ellen
O'Brien was the delight of Jimmy's life. The
hours that he spent at her ironing table, or beside
the dough-board, were among the happiest of his
checkered existence.
What stories she told him of the little old
shieling at home! And the way she could sing
" Kathleen O'Moore," and Come back to Erin,"
aroused a perfect tempest of sympathy and ad-
miration in Jimmy's small breast. Last, but not
least, were the wonderful deeds she could do in
the pastry line. The lady she lived with before
she came to Jimmy's house had taught her how.
I strongly suspect it was that which first gained
Jimmy's allegiance.
The day he made the particular discovery of
which I spoke, he was perched, as usual, on the
corner of the table, while Ellen rolled out her
pie-crust. (Some people don't believe in pies,
but Jimmy's mother did. Some folks don't be-
lieve in letting little boys sit on the corners of
kitchen tables, but Ellen did.)
Ellen had just finished a beautiful zigzag bor-
der of dough for an apple pie, when Jimmy saw
a large pearly tear slowly gather in her blue eye,
and roll down her rosy cheek.
"Ellen, what is it? You're crying, Aileen
aroon! Isn't mother good to you? I'll tell
father if she isn't."
Ellen laughed in spite of the tear.
"Och, Jimmy, ye'd be turning' me back from
me own funeral wid the loiks o' your spaces.
Shure, it's mesilf that's niver had a better home,
nor ladyliker thratement but, faith, I was jist
thinking' o' Micky? "
"Micky! Who's he?" asked Jimmy with
jealous fierceness.
"Micky Rooney! We we wor great friends
in the would country and he was to mate me
at the shthamer the day I landed sure it's three
years ago and thin we wor to go to the praste's


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,and be married. But it's a sorry time I had, for
no Micky Rooney could I find -nor niver set
eyes on him, nor hurrd tell av him since (with a
little sob)."
"Poor dear Aileen! and Jimmy stroked her
cheek. "It's all right if it was your beau, but I
thought maybe it was another boy that you liked
better than me!"
Ellen'kissed him.
"Bliss your swate heart, yer the comfort o'
me life and wuddent Micky be after making'
illegant things for ye wid his jack-knife and
shthrips o', kindlin' wud -if we cud on'y find
him, arrah !"
Continued on page 94.

THE BIRD SPIDER.
T HE habitat of this spider would not be an
agreeable place of residence for those peo-
ple who run away shrieking from the small spe-
cies that live in temperate zones. This insect
inhabits tropical America. It has a body four and
one half inches long, a diameter of seven inches
, with the legs extended, and is the biggest known
species. It builds a nest of beautiful white silken
tissue so strong that it will arrest and hold a small
bird. The creature is possessed of formidable
instruments of attack, enabling it to destroy not
only young birds and adult humming-birds, but
large lizards and reptiles.


CATS AND CAT LORE.


OME boys may think
that such an every-day
affair as a cat, has no
history; but she has,
and it dates very far
back, too, even to five
hundred years B.c.,
'when, we are told,
she was held sacred by
the Egyptians, and it
was considered an of-
fense punishable by death to kill her.
Her demise was regarded as a family misfort-
une and each member went into mourning, even
to the shaving of the eyebrows before attending
the funeral. The body was embalmed and de-
posited in a temple sacred to Pasht in the City
Bubastis.
As another evidence of the high estimation in
which she was held in the early ages, history.
quotes an instance where a city of Egypt was
saved by a corps of cats being placed in front of
the army, the enemy net daring to fire into
them.
It would seem from the many scenes repre-
sented upon the walls of Thebes that the cat was
trained to both hunt and fish.


In the tenth century, among the laws enacted
by Howel the Good, Prince of Wales, appears
the following: The price of a kitten before it
can see is one penny. Two pence until proof
can be given of its having caught a mouse, after
which four pence. The animal must be perfect
in its senses of seeing and hearing, must have
its claws whole, be a good mouser, and if a fe-
male, a careful mother. If it fail in any of these
qualifications, the seller will forfeit a fourth part
of its value to the buyer. Should any one steal
or kill the cat that guards the Prince's granary,
the offender will forfeit either a milch ewe, her
fleece and lamb, or as much wheat as, when
poured on the cat suspended by its tail with its
head touching the floor, shall form a heap suffi-
cient to cover the tip of the tail."
In the Middle Ages the name of poor puss be-
came associated with witchcraft and all that was
uncanny. In some localities witches in the shape
of cats are even now supposed to roam over the
roofs of houses during the month of February. In
Germany, to dream of a black cat is considered an
omen of alarming illness during the following year.
In Sussex it is a bad omen for a cat to sneeze in
the house, and if she sneeze once she is promptly
put out doors, for should she repeat it three
times, it is believed the whole family will have
colds and coughs.
Among the North Country peasantry, black
cats are supposed to bring good luck in the shape
of lovers, which belief inspired one of their well-
known rhymes:
Whene'er the cat o' the house is black
The lass of lovers will have no lack.
The ability of a cat to fall upon her feet is
thought by all good Mohammedans to have orig-
inated in the following manner: "A cat one
day fell asleep upon the sleeve of the prophet's
vestment that lay upon the ground. He would
not awaken her even when the hour of prayer
sounded but, instead, he cut off the sleeve upon
which she reposed and left her undisturbed.
When he returned the cat aroused and rose to
her feet bending her back in the shape of a bow,
which act Mohammet understood to be an ex-
pression of gratitude, whereupon he passed his
hand three times over her back, saying,' By this
sign I give to thee and to thine the power of
falling only upon the feet.'"
Cats have been, and are likely always to re-
main, favorite household pets; their nice and
dainty ways, and their graceful movements make
them agreeable to almost every one. Pussy is
often contrasted with the dog much to her dis-
favor. But a thorough and wide acquaintance
with her will prove that she is as docile, affec-
tionate, and trustworthy as he, and that she is
not surpassed by him in intellectual powers.
LIZZIE LAWS HIBBERD.


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JIMMY'S ADVERTISEMENT.


JIMMY'S ADVERTISEMENT.
Continued from page 93.
.< IMMY was very sober.
To have his beloved
SEllen in trouble was a
Grievous burden. A
l bright thought lighted
-N: his gloomy face.
I'll find him for
S you, Aileen! Just you
S see if I don't! The
girls say I'm a perfect
S witch for finding lost
things. I- I'll adver-
tise in the paper, Ellen. Why didn't you
ever think of that, or why didn't somebody tell
you about it?"
Shure, and yer the first living' sowl in Ameriky
that's iver hurrd o' me troubles, Jimmy" (Jimmy
felt as proud as a king), "and it's because ye've
such a warrum heart, and a plizzant tongue.
Och, I niver once thocht o' the avertizins! It's
the blissin' o' me heart, ye are, Jimmy, and no
mishthake."
"It will be a secret, Aileen! We won't say a
word to the girls, they're so plaguey, especially
Abby Jane. They would be sure to tell other
girls, and they'd laugh at us."

"Father," said Jimmy, at the tea-table, what
do Irishmen generally work at, when they come
to this country ?"
"A great many things, my boy. They work
on the railroads, and in the dock-yards, and clean
the streets, and drive hacks, and sometimes"
(with a queer little smile), "they help take care
of the public money."
After supper Jimmy picked up the Daily
Tribune, and carefully examined it--in spots.
"Are you getting ready to be president,
Jimmy?" said Abby Jane, teasing him.
"Maybe," said Jimmy.
The next day a small boy holding in his hand
a crumpled piece of paper (not very clean), pre-
sented himself at the mighty Tribune office.
"I want to see the man that runs the paper,"
said he stoutly, to a tall young man with a pen
behind his ear.
Oh! you do, do you?" said the tall young
man, with a smile creeping out from under his
sandy mustache. "Doyou wish to have a poem
inserted by request of friends, or have you brought
a eulogy on a departed statesman, or a 'leader'
on the existing state of affairs in Russia, or"
"I want to see the man that runs the paper, if
you please. You're making fun of me, I know,
by the way your nose wrinkles up."
The young man threw himself back in his


chair, and shook with laughter. The small boy
looked firm, but disgusted.
"Which of us do you want to see ? It takes
a good many of us to run this paper, sonny, and
we run it night and day, too."
"I suppose that's what makes your eyes so
red. You don't get sleep enough," said Jimmy,
at which the young man seemed threatened with
convulsions. "Well, I'll tell you what I do
want, it's the man that puts in messages about
people being lost."
"Oho! the advertising editor. Well, you
won't have far to go, for I am the advertising
editor. I should think you were lost, yourself."
Jimmy eyed him with some distrust.
"Now, don't you play any tricks on me, be-
cause, you see, it isn't anybody I've lost, but I
want to find some one for Ellen. She's our
working' girl, and she's just the best one we ever
had, too. I had a mind to bring one of her
doughnuts along for you to taste, but I'm glad I
didn't now, you've been so saucy to me."
The tall young man fairly shrieked. When
he recovered, he held out his hand. "Let's see
what you have brought, youngster."
Jimmy handed him the slip of paper. The
following is an exact copy:
Pleas, if ennyboddy knows of a hackman or a ralerode
man or a dockyard man or a strete-cleener or a man that takes
care of munny named micky rooney, or if ennyboddy knows
ennyboddy else that knows him the finder will be sutably re-
warded by writing a letter to mister jimmy parker 123 west 14th
strete new york.
Concluded on page 98.

SDAVID LIVINGSTONE.
Concluded from page 91.

FTER a perilous jour-
'U ney of six months he
S arrived at St. Paul de
S i Loanda, without having
T lost a single man, and
with the grand knowl-
Sedge that a great part
of Central Africa was
Snot, as had been before
Supposed, a dry barren
desert, but a fertile
country, through which countless rivers flowed,
and teeming with animal and vegetable life of
all kinds.
He was very kindly received by the British En-
voy for the suppression of the slave trade, and
he speaks of his delight at sleeping on an English
bed after six months on the hard ground. The
Royal Geographical Society awarded him their
gold medal the year he reached the coast and
there was great rejoicing all over the world to
think he had crossed the continent in safety.


94






JIMMY'S ADVERTISEMENT.


JIMMY'S ADVERTISEMENT.
Continued from page 93.
.< IMMY was very sober.
To have his beloved
SEllen in trouble was a
Grievous burden. A
l bright thought lighted
-N: his gloomy face.
I'll find him for
S you, Aileen! Just you
S see if I don't! The
girls say I'm a perfect
S witch for finding lost
things. I- I'll adver-
tise in the paper, Ellen. Why didn't you
ever think of that, or why didn't somebody tell
you about it?"
Shure, and yer the first living' sowl in Ameriky
that's iver hurrd o' me troubles, Jimmy" (Jimmy
felt as proud as a king), "and it's because ye've
such a warrum heart, and a plizzant tongue.
Och, I niver once thocht o' the avertizins! It's
the blissin' o' me heart, ye are, Jimmy, and no
mishthake."
"It will be a secret, Aileen! We won't say a
word to the girls, they're so plaguey, especially
Abby Jane. They would be sure to tell other
girls, and they'd laugh at us."

"Father," said Jimmy, at the tea-table, what
do Irishmen generally work at, when they come
to this country ?"
"A great many things, my boy. They work
on the railroads, and in the dock-yards, and clean
the streets, and drive hacks, and sometimes"
(with a queer little smile), "they help take care
of the public money."
After supper Jimmy picked up the Daily
Tribune, and carefully examined it--in spots.
"Are you getting ready to be president,
Jimmy?" said Abby Jane, teasing him.
"Maybe," said Jimmy.
The next day a small boy holding in his hand
a crumpled piece of paper (not very clean), pre-
sented himself at the mighty Tribune office.
"I want to see the man that runs the paper,"
said he stoutly, to a tall young man with a pen
behind his ear.
Oh! you do, do you?" said the tall young
man, with a smile creeping out from under his
sandy mustache. "Doyou wish to have a poem
inserted by request of friends, or have you brought
a eulogy on a departed statesman, or a 'leader'
on the existing state of affairs in Russia, or"
"I want to see the man that runs the paper, if
you please. You're making fun of me, I know,
by the way your nose wrinkles up."
The young man threw himself back in his


chair, and shook with laughter. The small boy
looked firm, but disgusted.
"Which of us do you want to see ? It takes
a good many of us to run this paper, sonny, and
we run it night and day, too."
"I suppose that's what makes your eyes so
red. You don't get sleep enough," said Jimmy,
at which the young man seemed threatened with
convulsions. "Well, I'll tell you what I do
want, it's the man that puts in messages about
people being lost."
"Oho! the advertising editor. Well, you
won't have far to go, for I am the advertising
editor. I should think you were lost, yourself."
Jimmy eyed him with some distrust.
"Now, don't you play any tricks on me, be-
cause, you see, it isn't anybody I've lost, but I
want to find some one for Ellen. She's our
working' girl, and she's just the best one we ever
had, too. I had a mind to bring one of her
doughnuts along for you to taste, but I'm glad I
didn't now, you've been so saucy to me."
The tall young man fairly shrieked. When
he recovered, he held out his hand. "Let's see
what you have brought, youngster."
Jimmy handed him the slip of paper. The
following is an exact copy:
Pleas, if ennyboddy knows of a hackman or a ralerode
man or a dockyard man or a strete-cleener or a man that takes
care of munny named micky rooney, or if ennyboddy knows
ennyboddy else that knows him the finder will be sutably re-
warded by writing a letter to mister jimmy parker 123 west 14th
strete new york.
Concluded on page 98.

SDAVID LIVINGSTONE.
Concluded from page 91.

FTER a perilous jour-
'U ney of six months he
S arrived at St. Paul de
S i Loanda, without having
T lost a single man, and
with the grand knowl-
Sedge that a great part
of Central Africa was
Snot, as had been before
Supposed, a dry barren
desert, but a fertile
country, through which countless rivers flowed,
and teeming with animal and vegetable life of
all kinds.
He was very kindly received by the British En-
voy for the suppression of the slave trade, and
he speaks of his delight at sleeping on an English
bed after six months on the hard ground. The
Royal Geographical Society awarded him their
gold medal the year he reached the coast and
there was great rejoicing all over the world to
think he had crossed the continent in safety.


94






DAVID LIVINGSTONE.


The natives who were with him were very
much astonished when they first saw the ocean,
and on returning to .their tribe they said, "We
marched along with our father, believing that
what the ancients had always told us was true,
that the world had no end; but all at once the
world said to us,' I am finished, there is no more
of me.'"
On the return journey from the coast, when he
arrived at Linyante, where his wagon had been
left, he found that not one of his things had been
touched, although it was twelve months since he
had left them there, and some of them possessed
great value in the eyes of the natives.
He had often heard of the Mosiootunya (sound-
ing smoke) Falls of the Zambesi, from the Mako-
lolo, who had never explored them, but been
near enough to hear the rushing, roaring waters,
and see the spray-cloud which is always hanging
over them. Hence the name "souriding smoke"
or smoke does sound there." In going to visit
these falls the party had to cross several sand
rivers, or, as they are called in the native lan-
guage, rivers flowing under ground."- In cross-
ing one of these rivers, although the man in front
was only ankle deep, the disturbance of his feet
made it waist deep for Livingston. As they
walked over these strange quicksands they sank
now and then up to their necks, and when they
were pulled out the hole was half-full of water.
This is Livingstone's description of the falls.
"The sounding smoke . rises for several
hundred feet into the sky, and is visible for over
twenty miles a spectacle of ever-changing form
and color the mighty stream nearly a mile in
width plunges in a clear and unbroken mass into
a rent in the basaltic rock, which forms the bed
of the river . After a descent of several
hundred yards, the hitherto unbroken mass of
water presents the appearance of drifted snow,
from which jets of every form leap out upon the
opposite side of the chasm . A dense
smoke-cloud of spray, which descending on all
sides like rain, wets the on-looker to the skin,
maintains a constant green verdure within the
reach of its influence ... Many of the
trees are spangled over with blossoms, and tower-
ing above them all stands the great burly baobab,
each of whose arms would form the bole of an
ordinary tree." These falls have since been known
by the name Victoria, which he gave to them in
honor of the Queen.
While he was going up the Zambesi River in a
little steamer, he received a paper from England
which had a report of the Royal Geographical
Society in it. The report spoke of the advantage
it would be to the country if the Zambesi River
was only navigable,but said that its navigation was
wholly out of the question. It amused him con-
siderably to read this when he was at that mo-


ment travelling up the river in safety. After
exploring the Zambesi country, he made a jour-
ney across the Indian Ocean to Bombay, to sell
his steamer, for which he had no further use. He
said in a letter to the Royal Geographical So-
ciety, that if there was not an English settle-
ment soon established on the mainland beyond the
Portuguese possessions, all efforts to suppress the
slave trade would prove fruitless. He'would
willingly, he said, have gone up other African
rivers, but he had only three white men, two of
whom were most of the time sick, and seven
Zambesi men, with him. From-Bombay he went
for the second time to England, and was there
persuaded to go on his last great journey into the
heart of the Dark Continent. He had left two
of the native boys at Bombay to be educated,
and on his return journey he took them back with
him. As we shall by and by see, theywere ever
faithful.
The night he arrived at Cazembe h. wrote in
his journal: Only four of my attendants would
come here; the others on various pretences ab-
sconded. The fact is they are all tired of this
everlasting tramping; and so verily am I. Were
it not for an inveterate dislike to give in to dif-
ficulties without doing my utmost to overcome
them, I would abscond too."
In 1867 the whole civilized world was startled
for the second or third time to hear that David
Livingstone was dead slain by a hostile tribe
on the shores of Lake Nyassa. After waiting
two years and not hearing any news, most peo-
ple believed his death to be a sad truth, although
there were a few who still clung to the'hope that
they should see the great traveller once more in
this world. One of those few was James Gordon
Bennett, who in 1869 summoned Henry M. Stan-
ley, one of his Herald correspondents, and said
to him, "Do you think Livingstone is dead?"
Stanley said he didn't know, and Mr. Bennett
said, "I want you to go and find him." Stanley
asked him if he knew what an expense he was
incurring, and he replied, "Draw a thousand
pounds now; and when you have g6ne through
that, draw another thousand; and when that is
spent, draw another thousand; and when you
have finished that, draw another thousand, but
FIND LIVINGSTONE."
When he had been through the Crimea, Jeru-
salem, and India, of which he wrote accounts for
the New York HIerald, Stanley went to Zanzibar.
After a long hard journey he at last reached
Ujiji. Here is his account of his first'meeting
with Livingstone: There are hundreds of
people around me I might say thousands with-
out exaggeration. It seems to me it is a great
triumphal procession. As we move, they move;
all eyes are drawn towards us. The expedition
at last comes to a halt, the journey is ended for


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