• TABLE OF CONTENTS
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 Front Cover
 Who printed the first Bible?
 The adventures of a man-kite
 Taken at his word
 Fast friends
 The sleeping bloodhound
 Little Gustava
 The church-cock
 Not at all like me!
 A girl's visit to the geysers
 Life-saving on the coast
 Mrs. Pomeroys page
 The wrong bird
 Wood-carving
 Wrecked at home
 Little "wide-awake"
 Nimpo's troubles
 The little violinist
 What might not have been expec...
 La petite plume rouge
 The willow whistle
 Jack-in-the-pulpit
 The letter box
 Kitten
 The riddle box
 Back Cover
 Spine














Group Title: St. Nicholas.
Title: St. Nicholas. April 1874.
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Title: St. Nicholas. April 1874.
Uniform Title: St. Nicholas
Alternate Title: Saint Nicholas
Physical Description: 68 v. : ill. ; 25-30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Publisher: Scribner,
Publication Date: April 1874
 Subjects
Subject: Children's literature
 Notes
General Note: Description based on: Vol. 2, no. 12 (Oct. 1875); title from cover.
General Note: Conducted by Mary Mapes Dodge.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00065513
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Who printed the first Bible?
        Page 313
        Page 314
    The adventures of a man-kite
        Page 315
    Taken at his word
        Page 316
        Page 317
        Page 318
        Page 319
        Page 320
        Page 321
    Fast friends
        Page 322
        Page 323
        Page 324
        Page 325
        Page 326
        Page 327
    The sleeping bloodhound
        Page 328
    Little Gustava
        Page 329
    The church-cock
        Page 330
        Page 331
    Not at all like me!
        Page 332
    A girl's visit to the geysers
        Page 333
        Page 334
        Page 335
    Life-saving on the coast
        Page 336
        Page 337
        Page 338
        Page 339
        Page 340
    Mrs. Pomeroys page
        Page 341
        Page 342
        Page 343
    The wrong bird
        Page 344
        Page 345
    Wood-carving
        Page 346
        Page 347
        Page 348
    Wrecked at home
        Page 349
        Page 350
        Page 351
        Page 352
        Page 353
    Little "wide-awake"
        Page 354
    Nimpo's troubles
        Page 355
        Page 356
        Page 357
    The little violinist
        Page 358
        Page 359
        Page 360
        Page 361
    What might not have been expected
        Page 362
        Page 363
        Page 364
        Page 365
    La petite plume rouge
        Page 366
        Page 367
    The willow whistle
        Page 368
        Page 369
    Jack-in-the-pulpit
        Page 370
        Page 371
    The letter box
        Page 372
    Kitten
        Page 373
        Page 374
    The riddle box
        Page 375
        Page 376
        376a
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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ST. NICHOLAS.



VOL. I. APRIL, 1874. No. 6.






WHO PRINTED THE FIRST BIBLE?

BY DONALD G. MITCHELL.

IN the year 1420 there was living in the city of days, who had known, long before, an old servant
Haarlem an old gentleman, who kept the keys of of Lawrence Coster's, and this servant would burst
the cathedral, and who used, after dinner, to walk into tears whenever he spoke of the way in which
in the famous wood that up to this time is growing his poor master was robbed and so lost the credit
just without the city walls. One day, while walk- of his discovery.
ing there, he found a very smooth bit of beech The Dutch writers credit this story, and hint
bark, on which-as he was a handy man with his that the runaway apprentice was John Faust, or
knife-he cut several letters so plainly and neatly John Gutenberg; but the Germans justly say there
that after his return home he stamped them upon is no proof of this. It is certain, however, that
paper, and gave the paper to his boy as a "copy." there was a Lawrence (Custos, of the cathedral)
After this, seeing that the thing had been neatly who busied himself with stamping letters and en-
done, the old gentleman-whose name was Law- graving. His statue, is on the market-place in
rence Coster-fell to thinking of what might be Haarlem, and his rough-looking books are, some
done with such letters cut in wood. By blackening of them, now in the "State House" of Haarlem.
them with ink, he made black stamps upon paper; They are dingy, and printed with bad ink, and
and by dint of much thinking and much working, seem to have been struck from large engraved
he came, in time, to the stamping of whole broad- blocks, and not from movable types. They are
sides of letters-which was really printing, without any date, but antiquarians assign them to
But before he succeeded in doing this well, a period somewhat earlier than any book of Faust,
he had found it necessary to try many experiments, or of Gutenberg, who are commonly called the dis-
and to take into his employ several apprentices. coverers of printing.
He did his work very secretly, and enjoined upon John Gutenberg, at the very time when this old
his apprentices to say nothing of the trials he was Dutchman was experimenting with his blocks in
making. But a dishonest one among them, after Holland, was also working in his way, very secretly,
a time, ran off from Holland into Germany, carry- in a house that was standing not many years ago
ing with him a great many of the old gentleman's in the ancient city of Strasburg. He had two
wooden blocks, and entire pages of a book which working partners, who were bound by oath not to
he was about to print, reveal the secret of the arts he was engaged upon.
This is the story that is told by an old Dutch But one of these partners. died; and, upon this, his
writer, who was president of Haarlem College, and heirs claimed a right to know the secrets of Guten-
who printed his account a hundred and fifty years berg. Gutenberg refused, and there was a trial
after Lawrence was robbed. He says he had the of the case, some account of which was discovered
story from the lips of most respectable old citizens, more than three hundred years afterward in an old
who had heard it from their fathers; and, further- tower of Strasburg.
more, he says that he had a teacher in his young This trial took place in the year 1439. Guten-
VOL. I.-21.







314 WHO PRINTED THE FIRST BIBLE? [APRIL,

berg was not forced to betray his secret; but it did without date. It is in two great volumes folio, of
appear, from the testimony of the witnesses, that about 6oo pages a volume. You very likely could
he was occupied with some way of making books not read a word of it if you were to see it; for it is
(or manuscripts) cheaper than they had ever been in Latin and in black, Gothic type, with many of
made before, the words abbreviated and packed so closely to-
But Gutenberg was getting on so poorly at gether as to puzzle the eye. Should you chance to
Strasburg, and lost so much money in his experi- own a copy (and you probably never will), you
ments, that he went away to Mayence, which is a could sell it for enough money to buy yourself a
German city, farther down the Rhine. He there little library of about two thousand volumes.
formed a partnership with a rich silversmith, named It was certainly the first Bible printed from mov-
John Faust, who took an oath of secrecy, and sup- able types; but poor Gutenberg got no money
plied him with money, on condition that after a from it, though he had done most of the work upon
certain time, it should be repaid to him. it. But he did not grow disheartened. He toiled
Then Gutenberg set to work in earnest. Some on, though he was without the help of Schiffer and
accounts say he had a brother who assisted him; of Faust, and in a few years afterward succeeded in
and the Dutch writers think this brother may have making books which were as good as those of his
been the robber of poor Lawrence Coster. But rivals. Before he died his name was attached to
there is no proof of it; and it is too late to find any books printed as clearly and sharply as books are
proof now. There was certainly a Peter Sch6ffer, printed to-day.
a scribe, or designer, who worked for Gutenberg, Of course they are very proud of his memory in
and who finished up his first books by drawing lines the old Rhine town of Mayence, where he labored;
.around the pages and making ornamental initial and they have erected a statue there to his memory
letters, and filling up gaps in the printing. This -from a design by the great Danish sculptor,
Sch6ffer was a shrewd fellow, and watched Guten- Thorwaldsen. On the site where he worked there
berg very closely. He used to talk over what he is now a club-house, and the gentlemen of the club-
saw and what he thought with Faust. He told Faust house have erected another little statue to Guten-
he could contrive better types than Gutenberg was berg in the inner court of their building.
using; and, acting on his hints, Faust, who was a But Strasburg is as proud of him as Mayence;
skillful worker in metals, run types in a mould, for, in Strasburg, the burghers of that city say he
This promised so well that Faust determined to get studied out the plans which he afterward carried
rid of Gutenberg, and to carry on the business into execution at Mayence. So, in Strasburg, in
with Sch6ffer,-to whom he gave his only daughter 1840, they erected another statue to his memory,
Christine, for a wife. by David, a French sculptor. It is of bronze, and
Faust called on Gutenberg for his loan, which is one of the imposing sights of the city,-an honor
Gutenberg could n't pay, and in consequence he to the great father of the art of printing. A photo-
had to give up to Faust all his tools, his presses, graph of it, taken last summer, has enabled the
and his unfinished work, among which was a artists of ST. NICHOLAS to give you the effective
Bible, nearly two-thirds completed. This, Faust frontispiece which graces the present number of
and Sch6ffer hurried through, and sold as a your magazine.
manuscript. When you go to Strasburg don't forget the cath-
There are two copies in the National Library at edral, which is big enough to take a New York
Paris; one copy at the Royal Library at Munich, steeple under its roof. Don't forget the clock,
and one at Vienna. It is not what is commonly which is as large as an ordinary house. Don't for-
known as the Mayence Bible, but is of earlier date get your dinner (with a pate' de foie gras); and
than that. don't forget the statue of Gutenberg on the Guten-
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TAKEN AT HIS WORD

BY ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.

HEROD'S STORY. good, and because Keziah Phipps said she would
THERE, go said I; and I don't care if I come over and "do" for us, and stay nights, unless
never see you again the old man got his back up,".-and because, on
I am almost an old man now, with grey hairs the whole, we did n't very much care, but thought
and rheumatism, and an objection to draughts; so it would be rather nice, and that if Keziah Phipps'
old that I wear my rubbers in dry, cold weather, old man should, by any providential accident, get
and don't take off a comforter before May, and his back up," we would make molasses corn-balls,
don't go out after dewfall in the summer, and don't with vanilla in them,-we were left alone.
keep track of the last engagement, and don't think It was dark and cloudy, the day they went
much about the church sociables and whom I away. Mother said she was afraid it was blowing
shall take to a lecture. up for a storm; but father said he thought not.
You can think how old that must be But old And he told me to be sure and not let the fire go
as I am, I remember just how I said those words; out, nor the pigs go hungry, nor the horse go un-
where. the accent fell; how they sounded; how the blanketed; and mother kissed us both-but she
wind caught them and blew them around the cor- kissed Trollo twice-and told me to take good care
ners of the house; and how they seemed to come of Trollo, and let the cat sit by the fire; and then
around and knock on the windows, to be let in the stage rattled away with them, and Trollo and I
again, after I had shut the door. Nothing has stood looking after it.
happened to me in all my life since they were "I wish they'd come back to-morrow; don't
spoken that has helped in the least to make me you, Herod ?" said Trollo.
forget them. My name was Hurdley. But Trollo used to call
It may be only an old man's notion, but some- me Herod, just to see what I would say; and when
times I am forced to wonder if anything will hap- he found I did n't say anything, he called me so
pen in the next life that can make me forget them. because he had got into the way of calling me so;
There is this about a next world's life, girls and and by the time he'd got into the way of calling
boys: It is no fun, to my mind, to carry a thing me so, I did n't much mind, but rather liked it.
on into it that you want to forget and can't forget. Only when the boys laughed at it, or I felt cross, it
And we all know how dreary anything is when used to seem an ugly name. But Trollo had a
there 's "no fun" in it. gentle, little, pleasant voice, and generally I liked
There was fun enough in what I have to tell, at the sound he gave it.
the first of it. At least Trollo thought so, I sup- I said no, I did n't wish they were coming right
pose. Trollo was my brother. He was a little chap, back; for I was thinking about the vanilla corn-
eight years old. I was fourteen. They all had balls. And Trollo said he did n't know as he did
gone off and left us alone in the house, and Trollo either.
had plagued me half out of my senses. That's But you're to be good, you know," said I.
the way, you know, it seemed to me. It seemed to I felt very old and superior to Trollo, and I rather
him quite different, I've no doubt, liked it to feel that I could order him around for
This is how it happened, two days.
My sister Mary lived in New Haven. That was I had n't said I was n't, had I ?" said Trollo,
fifteen miles away. Mary's husband had got into firing up to begin with.
some trouble about money, and father thought he Then I fired up a little, and told him he was to
would go on and see about it; and Mary's baby was behave himself, at all events; and that was the be-
sick with something or other, and mother thought ginning of it. I thought afterwards it would have
she wouldd go on and see about that. been nicer in me not to have preached at him be-
Mary's husband was always getting into trouble fore he'd had a chance to behave one way or
about money, and Mary's baby was always getting another. But I did n't think of it at the time.
sick; but they did n't often come on poor Mary Boys don't, you know.
together. At any rate, father and mother thought So we both sulked a little, and Trollo went to
they would go on; and as they would be gone only school; but when he came home to dinner we'd
over the second night, and because I was fourteen got over it, or very nearly. We only quarreled
years old, and because Trollo said he would be about his piece of pie. I said it was bigger than








1874.1 TAKEN AT HIS WORD. 317


mother let him have. And we got the foot-rule minutes. He sat down on the cat. He wouldn't
and a tape-measure, and measured it off. Then brush his hair. He got Keziah to show him his
he ate it down in three mouthfuls, to pay me for sums. He flung sofa-pillows at the ceiling, and
that. they came down on the custard batter. He seemed
I did n't go to school myself. I was to stay and to me the most disagreeable boy I ever knew.
watch the house, and look after the horse, and so When he went to bed, I told him so.
forth; for it was only two days, and I could study I remember just how he looked, standing-with
at home, and such a thing might never happen our little brass bed-lamp in his hand-in the entry,
again. And Keziah Phipps came over and got to say good-night. It was one of those old-
dinner and went away again, and came again to fashioned, one-wicked lamps, that gave almost no
supper, and stayed all night. Keziah Phipps was light. His face looked dim and odd behind it in
our nearest neighbor; she lived a quarter of a mile the dark entry.
away. Ours was rather a lonesome house, with He started to say something, but gave it up and
pine trees in the front yard and a long stretch of did n't speak,-only laughed,-and trotted off up
fields behind, where the snow drifted; it always stairs, kicking his boots off and letting them drop
drifted in the road by our house, too. We lived on down through the balusters. He was a merry,
a very windy road. happy-go-lucky little chap. If he minded anything,
It was a cold day, and the wind blew pretty high. he would n't say so. If you were cross to him, he
Trollo came in from school the last time that after- might plague you; but he would n't scold a great
noon with red cheeks, and as full of mischief as he deal himself.
could hold. He stamped off the snow in the entry The next morning it was much the same. It
and flung his mittens at me when I told him not was a very dark morning, and snowing in a slow,
to. One of them hit me in the eye. hard way. We woke late, and I had to hurry
Trollo was a good aim-a lithe, little quick-eyed Trollo up. I don't suppose I was very gentle. And
chap, always up to something. he threw pillows at me, and when I ordered him
"Oh I did n't mean to !" he said, when the down to see if Keziah had got breakfast, he hid my
mitten hit. tooth-brush. I need n't have ordered him around
But I was mad. It did n't hurt me much; but so much, but I thought that was part of the fun of
I'd been having a cold time with the horse and having father and mother gone. I rather liked it
had spilled the pigs' supper, and, I suppose, did n't to be able to say you must" and you must n't"
feel like myself exactly, from not going to school as to Trollo. It did n't occur to me to wonder how
usual, but loafing around and sitting by the fire Trollo liked it.
so much. At any rate, I was mad. So I shook Well, it was one thing and another between
him. Trollo and me till school-time. Such little things
He did n't say much, and I don't think he cared they seem now But they did not seem little to
much. He'd come home as wild as a witch, and me then. I was cross and cold. And I was afraid
there was n't anything he was n't ready to do to Keziah Phipps' old man would n't get his back up,
make mischief that night. And because I was mad, after all, and we should n't get our corn-balls. And
he would n't mind me. everything hit me, somehow, just the crooked way.
He tied his rubber boots to the door-bell. He You know how it is on a cold morning. Not that
stuffed his wet mittens down my neck. He set the I want to excuse myself. I would n't excuse myself
cat into the platter with the turkey bones, and then for the wide, wide world, for what I said to Rollo at
set platter, cat, bones and all upon the table, the last.
when Keziah Phipps had begun to eat. He ran He 'd plagued me about his luncheon,-for it
out with a new squash pie to give to the horse, and was so snowy Keziah thought he'd better stay over
dropped it and fell on it before he got there. He till afternoon, -or I thought he plagued me. He
put salt in my tea, and sugar on my pickles, and nibbled at the pie, and took a squash cooky
green wood on the fire; and when I scolded him, Keziah made for me. And when I told him how
he whistled, much trouble he was, he said:
Then, after tea, we sat down to study. Some- Hee-he-hee-e-e-ee "
how, everything that Trollo did seemed to me to be He had a funny way of laughing out, like a
wrong that night. He banged his boots against waterfall or a little bell, or a little shower. When
the table-leg. He would n't put on his slippers. I felt pleasant, I liked to hear him laugh. When I
His nails were dirty; he would n't clean them. He did n't, it did n't make me any pleasanter.
asked Keziah for another piece of cake, and, after It's nothing to laugh at," said I.
all he had done, he got it. He sang "Hail, Hee-hee-he-ee-ee said Trollo.
Columbia! on a very flat squeak for twenty I did n't say anything to that, but hurried him








318 TAKEN AT HIS WORD. APRIL,

along a little to the door. I didn't push him ex- I built it up, and put things in order a little, pick-
actly. ing up some slippers and an old mitten of Trollo's,
"Come, Herod!" said Trollo; "le' me alone, that he had left kicking around. I wished that
and say good-by Trollo would come. It gave me an unhappy feeling
My name is not Herod said I, with an awful to see the little slippers, as if I had been home-
air. sick.
Oh, well," said Trollo, "don't let's be so cross. I went to the barn for company before long, and
I wished you were coming, too. Just see it snow !" fed the pigs and shook down hay for Hautboy-that
He stood a minute on the steps, turning his face was the horse-for the night, although it was early,
towards the road-the pretty, mischievous little and locked everything up, and came back again,
round, red face It looked graver, somehow, that wondering what I should do next. I wished that
minute, as he stood looking at the storm. And he Trollo would come.
spoke back in his gentlest, prettiest little way, as I had been in the barn some time, and when I
he went down-the steps and waded into the snow crossed the little side-yard to come from the barn
that had already begun to drift in shallow, greyish to the house, I was surprised to see how the storm
piles against the fence, had gained. It was blowing, by that time, a furi-
Good-by, Herod said Trollo. ous gale; the wind came up in long waves like an
Bui still I felt a little cross; and he called me incoming tide. It took my breath as I stood in the
Herod. And I did n't want to give in to him that barn door. The air was grey and dense with snow
way, I suppose. However it came about, I called and sleet. There was a deep drift in the yard at
after him down the walk: the corner where I crossed. I waded through to
There, go! And I don't care if I never see get to the house. It came almost to my waist. I
you again could hardly get the door together. I wished that
Trollo did not answer. The wind blew in between Trollo were at home.
us. He trudged off stoutly into the storm, his little I wished so again when I had got into the house
red tippet flying in the wind across his shoulder. by the fire. It looked so deadly cold out of doors,
The snow whirled up, and in a minute or less I lost I wondered how anyone could see his way to walk
sight of the little tippet, and came in and shut the in that great whirl of snow and wind. And such a
door. little fellow-only eight years old !
I shut the door, but I did not shut away the I looked at the clock. It was almost four. Just
words I had spoken to Trollo. As I told you, they about that time he would be starting to come home.
seemed to me to come back and knock on the The school-house was a mile and a-quarter away,
window to be let in again. If I could, I would beyond the church and beyond the town. Trollo
have unsaid them, I think, even then. I wished I had rather a lonely road to come, and a very windy
had said something a little different, somehow, one, as I said. There were two ways, where the
I passed rather a lonesome morning. The storm road branched off. He might take one or he
grew worse. Keziah Phipps warmed over the hash might take another; but both were bad enough.
and a piece of squash pie for me, and went home I began to think that I should feel better to go
early. She said may be she should n't come over and meet him. But I remembered that he would
again. The old man was riley about it to-day, have started long before I could get there, and that
anyhow-his potatoes burned yesterday-and then I could not tell which way he would come. If he
it did set in and snow at such a rate !" But she'd came alone, he would come by the church. When
come if she could, for she 'd promised my ma, and he came with Jenny Fairweather, he came the
I could heat up the coffee myself, for she'd cut the other way. Jenny Fairweather and Trollo were
bread and butter, rivals in the spelling class, but the best of friends
So I said, "Very well," and I did n't urge her to outside of it.
come, for I was thinking about the corn-balls. I So I gave up the idea of going to meet him, for if
hoped Trollo would get home in good season, and I missed him, and he came home cold and found me
we'd have some fun. I opened Keziah's old um- gone, I should be sorry, I thought. I ran up into
brella for her, and kicked her a little path to the the attic once, to see if I could see anything of him.
gate, and then came back and stood in the door It had begun to grow a little dark. I thought I
till she had got out of sight, and then I came into could see as far as the church clock, for I often got
the house alone. the time by the attic window. But I could not
It did seem lonesome, do the best I would. My even see the church. I could not see the road. I
footsteps echoed up and down the stairs. The could see nothing but wind and snow. It seemed
doors slammed after me and made me start, to me as if I could see the wind. From the attic
The fire winked at me, as if it were going to sleep, window, the whole world seemed to have become a








z874.] TAKEN AT HIS WORD. 319

whirlpool of wind and snow. Oh, for a sight of the head,--for I was not tall of my age. It was quite
little red tippet a glimpse of the round, red, mis- dark by the time I got harnessed and drove out into
chievous little face the yard.
It seemed to me still as if those ugly words were I drove as fast as I could, but that was scarcely
blowing about in the storm, and .had come up to over a walk. The long, dim, bleak road stretched,
the attic window, and were knocking and knock- a solid drift, before me. Hautboy broke it angrily,
ing to be let in. tossing the snow back into my face, and blinding
"I don't care if I never see you again me again and again. I took the road to Jenny
"I-don't-care if I-never-see you-again !" Fairweather's, as nearly as I could make out where
I actually tried to open the window and let them the road might be. I thought I would' inquire
in,-I felt so uncomfortable in the attic. But the there first.
window was frozen and stuck. Surely Trollo must be there !" I said to myself,
I went down stairs and tried to amuse myself by as I drove along. "Trollo will be there "
putting the molasses candy on to boil. Keziah I looked out into the drifts as I rode along. An
Phipps had not appeared, and I thought it as good awful fear had crept into my heart. I would not
as settled that the old man's back would be up own it to myself. I said, "He will be at Jenny
to-night. She would not come. We would have Fairweather's." But I looked at all the drifts.
the candy. Trollo would be so pleased He would Sometimes I poked them with the butt end of my
come in wet and cold. I would have a good, hot whip. Sometimes I called out. I did not call
fire. I would get him some dry stockings. Per- Trollo,-for, of course, Trollo must be at Jenny
haps we would roast some apples in the ashes. Fairweather's. But I thought I would shout a
Trollo always liked to roast apples. We should little,-it did no harm.
have a nice time that night. He should see that I I knew the Fairweathers' by the light in the
was glad to see him again, after all! He should sitting-room behind the red curtains. I drove up
know that I did n't think him the most disagreeable close to the back door, and went in without knock-
boy I ever knew. I should n't say much about it, ing. I carried the reins in with me, so that Haut-
for it was not our way. But he should know. boy should not overturn the sleigh in the drifts,
So I put the molasses on, and then I went to the from being restless. I knocked with my whip on
window to look for Trollo. Then I got out the the sitting-room door.
bread and butter and coffee, that they might be Mrs. Fairweather came to the door. She held a
ready for his supper; and I went down into the light, and had her hand up before her eyes to
cellar and picked out the biggest Baldwin I could shield them. I could see into the sitting-room.
find,'to roast for him. Then I went to the window Jenny Fairweather sat there alone, studying her
again. I was very restless. I could not keep away atlas at the table. My heart gave a sickening
from the window. The storm was beating against bound; but I spoke up-or I tried to-manfilly:
the house in an awful way. Is Trollo here, Mrs. Fairweather ?"
Half-past four. Trollo had not come. Five. No "Trollo! No! Where is he?"
Trollo. Quarter past five. Where was Trollo? That's what I don't know. He has n't come
It came upon me very suddenly that it was dark, home from school at all. I thought he must have
and that Trollo ought to have been at home half- come with Jenny. I thought you had kept him on
an-hour ago,-three-quarters, perhaps. It came account of the storm."
into me, like the thrust of a sharp knife, that some- "Why, he started when I did !" said Jenny.
thing had happened to keep the child away. Had She, too, came to the door and looked at me. He
he gone home with Jenny Fairweather? Had he started, but he went the other way. I came with
not started at all? Had he got angry with me be- Tommy Larkins. Trollo did n't come with us at
cause of what I said, and gone on to Keziah's to all. He went the other way, alone."
frighten me? Or had he started, and not got any- "Where can he be?" exclaimed Mrs. Fair-
where ? Where could he be ? weather.
I was too restless, wretched and anxious by that I did not answer. I could not speak. Mrs. Fair-
time to sit any longer, asking myself questions to weather and Jenny followed me to the door. They
which I got no answer. I determined to harness said things that I did not hear. I only remember
up the horse, and start out to find my brother, telling Mrs. Fairweather that he must have gone
It took me some time to do this, for Hautboy to some of the neighbors, and that I should drive
was of the opinion that the barn was the warmest up the other way; and I remember her saying that
place for a horse of any sense that night. He I must have help,-the child must be found And
would not take the bits, and made me trouble. I that she wished she and Jenny were men, to go
had to hunt up a barrel and stand on it to reach his with me.







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I got into the sleigh, and started out again into You '11 tread on it! You 'll crush him Back,
the storm. sir Back !
I was now very cold; but I did not think much It is under your feet-across the drift I have
about it. I whipped and whipped poor Hautboy, my hand beneath it! I can lift it up-the still,
and we blundered along, -freezing, frightened, cold thing The awful precious thing 1
stumbling,-into the other road. I could just see I have it in my arms. Oh, Hautboy, I'm so
the church. I thought if I could get as far as the weak! Don't tread on me! We shall drop back
church, I would go to the first house I came to and beneath the drift i Back, sir back! Good pony.
get help. I shouted as I went along, and called Good old fellow. There!
out Trollo's name. But I could scarcely hear my Oh, Trollo, here we are Here's the door-latch!
own voice. I could not see. I could not breathe. We are getting up the steps. It's warm inside;
My hands were stiff. I dropped the reins two and I set the candy on, and I went to meet you,
or three times. The wind blew savagely up Trollo. Oh, Trollo, can you hear?
the other road. It blew in our faces. Hautboy did Can he hear? Can he ever hear again? Does
not like it. He puffed and backed and bothered he know that I hold him; that I love him; that
me. my heart is breaking, while we crouch by the stove
The first thing I knew, the horse stood still. I that he may feel the red-hot glow ? Does he stir?
whipped him, but it did no good. I shouted, but Do his eyelids move ? Has Heaven taken me at
he would not stir. I got out to see what was the my word ?-that dreadful word Shall I never see
matter. We had stuck in a mighty drift, which him move again?
came to the creature's haunches. Oh, what shall I do ? What shall I do? All
So fast and so frightfully our old-fashioned Con- alone in the house this awful night with this awful
necticut storms come down little burden in my lap If any grown-up soul
I turned around as well as I could, and Hautboy were here, they would know how to save the
put for home. I sat still, in a stupid way, in the child!
sleigh. I let the reins hang, for I could not hold I do the best I can. I rub him and rub him with
them. I felt very numb and sleepy. I wondered my numb, cold hands; I get hot water-for the
if I were freezing to death. I thought how I should fire has kept like a furnace, thank God I fetch
look, when Trollo found me in the morning; how water and mother's blankets, and I get him upon
Hautboy would get as far as the barn-door, and the old lounge, and I rub and rub and wrap
stick, with the sleigh; how I should be sitting up him and breathe on him. Now and then I speak
there, straight under the buffalo, half in, half out to him, but I get no answer. Once or twice I
the door. think I will say my prayers, but I only say, '" Our
Then I thought that, perhaps, Trollo would never Father," for I can think of nothing else.
find me at all. Stupidly, I seemed to think that There While I am rubbing and sobbing,
Trollo was frozen too. In a dreamy, meaningless curled on my knees in a little helpless heap beside
way, I remembered telling Trollo that I hoped I the lounge, -oh, there! he did draw a little,
should never see him again; and I wondered if, little breath. He chokes and stirs; his eyelids
when he was freezing, he remembered it too. flutter.
All at once I felt myself aroused. Something I remember then that there is brandy on the
had happened. Hautboy stood stock still beside a lower cupboard shelf. I spring to get it, calling,
fence. He whinnied, and turned his neck to look Trollo Trollo lest he drop away and lie still
at me. again before I can get back. I get it, somehow,
"What is it, Hautboy?" said I, sleepily. I down his throat. I keep on calling, "Trollo!
managed to get out. Had we got home? Had Trollo Trollo!" How long before it happens I
we gone on to Keziah's ? What had happened? cannot say; how it happens I do not know; but
We had got home-or nearly. We were just while I am kneeling and sobbing, calling and spill-
outside. the gate, in an enormous drift. I could ing brandy wildly down his neck, and doing every-
see the light in the kitchen and the cat sitting in thing wrong, and nothing right, except to love him
the uncurtained window, and to hate myself, as if my heart would break with
That brought me to my senses. Perhaps Trollo love and hate, a little feeble, pleasant voice speaks
had got home. I called out as loud as I could: up:
"Trollo! Trollo Oh, Trol-lo !" Did something "Her-od ?"
answer me? Did Hautboy whinny? Was it the "Oh, Trollo, I did want to see you all the after-
cat mewing in the window? Or was it-? Oh, noon! Idid! Idid!"
what was that ? Yes, Herod; I hoped you'd come to meet me,
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Oh, Trollo, just look here You know you're And when she knew what it was that happened,
not the most disagreeable boy I ever she says we are to lie in bed till our ma comes
Oh, yes, I know. It is n't any matter, Herod. home, and she makes beef-soup for Trollo, and cries
I 'm warm as toast, I guess, only a little queer, into it, so that he makes faces when he drinks it.
somehow. But the pains aint very bad. Did Ke- Trollo is very weak, but pretty well. So when
ziah's old man get his back up ? Did you put the the broth is gone, we both lie still. By and by
candy on ?" Jenny Fairweather comes over to see if Trollo has
Our poor candy has bubbled and boiled away to been found, but we feel too weak to see her. Then,
a burn on the stove. But little want have we of by and by, we hear the whistle of the early train,-
candy this long, strange night. Trollo is very weak well belated this morning,-by which father and
and suffers much. I cannot leave him to get help. mother will be hurrying home to see how we have
I do the best I can. Towards morning he feels stood the storm.



















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SOH, WHAT WAS THAT?
better, and I crawl out to look at Hautboy, who We do not talk much. We lie very still, holding
has broken his harness and got safely under cover. ea-h other's hands in bed.
In the grey, cold dawn in the breaking storm I Only once, I say, Trollo ?" and Trollo says,
crawl into mother's bed beside my brother, and we Well, Herod?" and I say, If I live to be an old,
drop asleep heavily, holding hands. old man I shall never forget this night. Shall
We sleep long and late,-I don't know how late you?"
it is. I am wakened by Keziah Phipps; she has Trollo says, no, he does n't think he ever shall.
fires going and hot coffee, and she throws up her Then I say again, Trollo ?" But when he says,
hands and says: Laws mercy on me! What is "What, Herod?" I only hold his hand a little
the matter? What has ever happened to you?" closer, for I cannot speak.








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FAST FRIENDS.

BY J. T. TROWBRIDGE.
A author of the 7,ck I- hazard" Stories.

CHAPTER XI. dollars and fifty cents left of their late earnings.
Getting permission to leave the trunk and valise
ARRIVAL IN NEW YORK. 0
there for an hour or two, they then sallied forth in
THE boys were now in gay spirits, and the last search of a boarding-house.
part of their voyage down the river was as delight- How to find one is the question," said George,
ful as the outset had been gloomy, quite bewildered by the turmoil and hubbub of the
I wish this was to last a week! exclaimed vast city, upon which the night was shutting down.
George, who had a poet's passion for the water, But Jack had an idea.
and whose eye could not gaze enough on the brown The grocery stores will know where the board-
cliffs of the Palisades, rising precipitately four or ing-houses are." And with this clue they began
five hundred feet above the western shore. Be- their search.
sides, his was a dreamy, rather inert nature; he Boarding-houses proved plentiful enough, but
loved repose, and dreaded responsibility and the the trouble was to find them amid so many dis-
uncertainty of change. tracting streets, the very names of which they had
But swiftly the steamer plowed her silver furrow; never heard before. In some places it was so dark
and the lofty, columnar fronts of the Palisades cast that they could not see the numbers, and had to
broader and deeper shadows across the great river, inquire at several doors before the right one was
Then the river, widening fast, left them behind, found. At these George, if he happened to go
and spires and shipping, city roofs and wharves, first, knocked in good country fashion.
began to appear. On the left was New York, with Why don't you ring? asked Jack, who found
Jersey City opposite, on the right; and the mighty him at one, vainly pounding and bruising his
flood of the Hudson-here an arm of the bay- knuckles, until he quite despaired of getting a re-
flowing between, alive with passing and repassing sponse.
sails and ferry-boats, and sparkling in the last Ring-how?" cried George.
beams of the setting sun. Jack showed him; and then and there, for the
See that! murmured Jack, pointing to a first time in his life, our young poet from the rural
steamer having a dozen lake and canal boats in districts had experience of a door-bell.
tow. No more was said, but George knew his Never tell anybody I was so green he said,
friend was thinking of the way he made his first as they walked on, blushing very red in the gleam
voyage up the river, of the gaslight.
A little after six 'o'clock the boat reached her One boarding-house was too ill-kept and musty
pier. Then came the excitement and bustle of for their taste; another too elegant for their means;
landing. Jack took his light valise in one hand, and a third, too full even to make room for a couple
and with the other helped George carry his trunk of boys. At a fourth, they were somewhat abashed
ashore. On the wharf they were beset by porters by the demand, from a staring and uncombed
and hackmen clammering for patronage. George young woman, who answered their ring:
was quite distracted by their vociferous appeals, "Be's ye married gintlemen, wantin' board for
which he thought himself obliged politely to de- yerselves an' wives ? "
dine; and he was soon glad to take Jack's advice. I-rather-think not !" replied Jack. Then,
Don't pay any attention to 'em Look straight recovering his wits a little, he gave George a sly
at your nose, and come ahead punch, with, I have n't any wife,-have you ?"
In fact, as soon as it was seen that here were two Not that I know of!," said George, in an un-
young fellows who knew their own business, and steady voice.
could take care of themselves and their baggage, They were then explicitly informed by the un-
they were allowed to pass unmolested. combed young woman that the said boarding-house
They crossed the street, dodging between thun- took only "married gintlemen an' their wives," and
during carts and coaches, and carried their baggage that it was a "pair of ill-mannered monkeys that
down the basement stairs of a low, dark eating- would stand laughing' in a dacent body's face."
house on a corner opposite. There they made a George would have explained that they were not
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At length they found in Duane street a house chair (there was but one); then they looked at
that suited them quite well, both as to style and each other, and grinned.
price of board, though George thought two dollars Does it seem to you as if we were really in New
a week high; and the little room they were shown York?" said George, who had anticipated some-
was far up in the house. The landlady assured thing so very different. Think of us lugging our
them, on the contrary, that the room was very trunks through the streets and up these stairs, and-
low indeed," all her boarders being first-class, and then paying off the old lady in coppers and six-
her house quitegenteel. pences! Is n't it ridiculous ? "
She was a much-wrinkled, sallow, care-worn I don't mind that," said Jack. But how are
woman, and she looked so weary as she stood hold- we going to pay our next week's board in advance?
ing the lamp for them, that they made haste to Lucky if we have even the coppers and sixpences to
close the bargain, and let her go. do it with !"
They then returned for the trunk and valise, She won't trust us a day, now she-has seen the
which they carried along the ill-lighted sidewalks, bottom of our pockets," replied George.
often changing hands or stopping and sitting down We have just half a dollar left," remarked Jack.
on the baggage to rest. The distance seemed im- And we should n't have that, if our debts were
mense, and their arms and shoulders ached well paid."
before they got back to their lodging. Again the How glad I am I did n't take Vinnie's money!"
sallow landlady held the lamp for them, while, with cried George. She has five or six dollars, which
prodigious sweating and panting, they lugged their she has earned by helping the neighbors in times
awkward load up several flights of stairs to their of sickness. If I had done as she wished, the pick-
little attic. Then they set down the trunk on one pockets would have that, too. But she made me
side and the valise in a corner, and thanked her, promise to write to her for it; I shall hate to,
and wiped their foreheads, though "
Such was the arrival of our young heroes in the Let 's hope you- won't have to !" exclaimed
great metropolis. Jack, springing up. "Come, I'm rested. What
do you say to a look at the city before going to
CHAPTER XII. bed?"
THE BOARDING-HOUSE-LOCKED OUT. I 'd like to see some part of it besides the back
streets we lugged our trunks through !" exclaimed
THE landlady placed the lamp (which smoked George. "Broadway is close by,-just at the upper
badly, and gave but a dim light) on a small pine end of this street."
table by the head of the bed, but did not immedi- They went out, and were soon walking up and
ately withdraw, down the great thoroughfare, dazzled and charmed
"I am obliged to ask you for a week's board by the life and brilliancy, the throng of people, the
in advance," she said in a feeble but quite busi- endless vistas of street lights, and the glittering
ness-like tone of voice. "That's my rule," she magnificence of the shops. In the present enjoy-
added, as the boys hesitated and looked at each ment they forgot the dubious future; they rambled
other. on and on, until the crowd slowly melted away, and
Certainly," said George, with his hand in his the shops began to close; then they had a mile or
pocket. "Can you use--" more to walk home.
Small change ?" continued Jack, also with his When at length they turned into Duane street,
hand in his pocket. they found it silent and deserted, their boarding-
Anything that's money," replied the landlady, house dark, and the door locked.
with a faint smile, which changed, however, to a Jack rang the bell gently, at first, then with more
look of surprise and dismay, as she saw a pile of and more vigorous pulls; and George even re-
great copper cents tumbled out on the table, to- turned to his primitive style of knocking with his
gether with smaller piles of silver coins. Mercy knuckles, and (when they were sore) of pounding
on me have n't you got nothing' else ?" she in-- with his fist. All in vain; the house remained as
quired. dark and still as before.
The boys were sorry to own that their means Thus several anxious minutes elapsed, and the
were thus limited, boys grew alarmed.
"Well, I'll send Bridget with a basket. Or-no You don't think it possible that we are thunder-
-I'll take it !" She made a bag of her apron, and ing at the wrong house, do you ?" said George,
went out heavily freighted with the said small stepping backwards, and looking up at the win-
change." dows.
George sat down on his trunk; Jack took the They could not see the number on the door; but








324 FAST FRIENDS. [APRIL,

Jack said he was sure of the house, because it was "After we've paid her in advance! cried
just opposite the end of a narrow little park, which George. I 'd climb up and break into that par-
adorned (and, I believe, still adorns) that part of lor window for three cents !"
the street. It was certainly their boarding-house; "I wouldn't!" replied Jack. "I got into a
and another thing was no less certain,-they were scrape by breaking into a house once, and I made
locked out. up my mind I never would break into another, even
"Ring again !" cried George, with an energy if it was the White House at Washington, and I
that surprised his friend. "There's a light up was President of the United States."




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"MERCY ON ME! HAVE N'T YOU GOT NOTHING ELSE?'
there, in the top story. We '11 bring somebody, Look here !" said George, I believe that 's
or pull the house down !" the light in our own room; we left the lamp burn-
They could hear the bell tinkling faintly; but ing, you know !"
still there was no response. "We are supposed to be in there,-abed and
This is beautiful!" said Jack. We may have asleep, as everybody else in the house is," said Jack.
to crawl into a coal-shed, or an empty hogshead Just then a solitary pedestrian came sauntering
j!












M IERCY ON ME! HAVE N'T YOU GOT NOTHING' ELSE
there, in the top story. We'll bring somebody, Look here!" said George, "I believe that's
or pull the house down !" the light in our own room; we left the lamp burn-
They could hear the bell tinkling faintly; but ing, you know !"
still there was no response. "We are supposed to be in there,--abed and
This is beautiful !" said Jack. We may have asleep, as everybody else in the house is," said Jack.
to crawl into a coal-shed, or an empty hogshead Just then a solitary pedestrian came sauntering
on some wharf, after all; or else spend the last of down the silent street, on the same side where the
our money for cheap lodgings." boys were. Seeing their predicament, he stopped







x874.1 FAST FRIENDS. 325


and regarded them with an air of amused curios- Libby ought to furnish two lodgers with more than
ity. one chair !"
What's the matter with the door ? he said to Jack seated himself on the trunk.. George, after
Jack. some hesitation, replaced the lamp on the table,
"There's nothing the matter with the door," and sat down on the bed. Their visitor also seated
Jack replied; it seems to be a pretty good door; himself, placed his hat on the floor, crossed his legs
but it's locked, and we want to get in." in a very comfortable manner, looking so much as
"Why don't you ring ?" if he had come to stay that the boys regarded him
We have been ringing-rather !" said George; with growing surprise and uneasiness. They could
"but everybody seems to be deaf or dead." now see that he was a man about forty-five years
Perhaps you don't understand it," said the man, old, well dressed, somewhat round-shouldered, with
with an air of slyly enjoying the situation. neatly combed hair and whiskers and a marvelously
He stepped up to the door, fumbled with the pleasant countenance.
handle a moment, and then exclaimed: "Why, He sat and talked for a few minutes about the
your door is open !" And, indeed, so it was. discomforts of city boarding-houses, and then as-
I don't see through that !" cried Jack. "There tonished the boys by coolly pulling off one of his
must be some trick about these city doors I 'm not boots. He then asked them some friendly ques-
up to." tions about themselves,-how long they had been
George thought it must have been opened from in the city, what they thought of it, and the like,-
the inside by some person who had glided away. and then quite filled them with consternation by
The stranger offered no opinion, but continued to kicking off his other boot.
smile with much amusement as he stepped back to George thought he would give him a polite hint
let the boys in. by asking the time of night.
"It's early yet," said the cool gentleman, pulling
CHAPTER XIII. out his watch. Not quite twelve o'clock."
THE MYSTERIOUS GENTLEMAN. If you are not going soon," said Jack, "per-
THE MYSTERIOUS GENTLEMAN.
haps I had better step down and see that the door
THE entry being quite dark, he kindly inquired is fast." He certainly thought that would start him.
if they knew the way to their room. I looked out for that," said he, smiling blandly.
Not so well as we should, to find it without a The door is all right."
light," replied George. The boys were now more than ever puzzled and
Perhaps we can make a light." The stranger disturbed.
stepped into the entry, struck a match on the sole Do you live on this street ?" Jack inquired.
of his boot, and held it to light them up the first "Certainly," he replied, appearing as if he un-
flight of stairs. They were then bidding him good derstood perfectly well their perplexity, and rather
night, with many thanks, when he said: "You enjoyed it.
have n't got to your own room yet, have you ?" Near here ?"
No, it's away up in the attic." "Rather near."
"Who keeps this house ?" he inquired, as he fol- Sha' n't we-see you home ?" faltered George.
lowed them up. They told him it was Mrs. Libby. "You are very kind. But I know the way."
He struck another match on his boot-sole, and as And the cool gentleman began-very coolly-to
it was lighting, observed, Mrs. Libby may be a loosen his cravat.
very worthy woman, and she may keep an excellent Jack, unable to keep his seat on the trunk, now
house, but I shall tell her she ought not to lock her came and stood by the bed near George.
lodgers out, or have such dark entries." "We don't want to turn you out," he said, as
As he insisted on showing them in the same way civilly as he could; "and we 're certainly very
up the third flight, they hastened on to their room much obliged to you; but it is getting late for
in order to get the lamp and, in return for his kind- country boys like us, and if you have no objec-
ness, light him down again. But he quietly en- tions--"
tered with them, smiling, and looking about him "0, not the slightest in the world. I think I '11
in a very leisurely manner. go to bed, too." And the gentleman proceeded to
I'll light you down to the door, when you are wind his watch.
ready," said George, who stood holding the lamp. How shall we get rid of him ?" whispered Jack.
"I 'm in no hurry," he replied. I want to I don't know He's a regular old Man of the
breathe a spell, after coming up so many flights." Sea-!" muttered George.
Sit down," said Jack, offering the chair. "Ileave my boots outside the door to be black-
"Thank you. But where will you sit? Mrs. ed," observed the visitor, as he gathered up the







326 FAST FRIENDS. [APRL,


articles he had kicked off, and set them out in the with mingled mirth and chagrin, shut the dbor,
entry, put down the lamp, and held their sides.
I don't just see where you are going to sleep," "I rather think," said George, we have been
said George, thinking it time that question was badly sold What do you think?"
settled. Our bed won't very well hold more than I think -- "
two." But Jack's voice grew inarticulate, and he tumbled
"I should n't think it would. And you did n't on the bed in a spasm of laughter.
for a moment imagine I was going to sleep with
you; did you? I am going to sleep alone !" CHAPTER XIV.
"For my part, I should like to know where !"
cried Jack. MORNING IN THE CITY.
cried Jack.
I think I can find a place. Let me take the BOTH boys, accustomed to early rising, were up
lamp just one moment! Mrs. Libby must have and dressed betimes the next morning, refreshed by
plenty of rooms." their brief but sound sleep, and eager for new ex-
' As the cool gentleman had already taken the. periences.
tamp, and seemed about setting off in search of They looked down from their lofty window upon
apartments, the boys started after him in no little the quiet street, and remembered that it was Sun-
alarm, day. The sunshine was stealing over the city roofs,
She told us this was the only vacant room i" slanting softly down across the fronts of dingy brick,
cried George. and even gilding the gutters with beams as pure
"Did she?" The man smiled with the same and fresh as were those falling upon their far-off
curious, amused expression, which had puzzled the country homes. The air was deliciously cool and
boys from the first, and, taking up his hat with enticing. A few doves flapped past quite near the
one hand, while he carried the lamp in the other, open window. Robins and sparrows were singing
still moved towards the door. Mrs. Libby may in the trees of the little park below. The vast
be a very truthful woman," he said; "but I think Babel was strangely silent and at rest; only the
I can find a place to sleep." noisy cart and rattling bell of a stout milkman,
What shall we do ?" whispered George. "Why driving from door to door, and a newsboy crying
did we ever let him into the house ?" the Sunday papers, broke the stillness of the solitary
"It's too late to ask that; he's in!" replied street.
Jack. Scarce another lodger was astir when George and
He must be insane !" said George. Jack passed once more down the stairs up which
"More likely drunk!" muttered Jack. "We they had lugged their baggage, and afterwards
must watch him." been lighted by Mr. Manton's matches, the night
The stranger marched deliberately into an ad- before. As there were as yet no signs of breakfast,
joining room; the boys followed him, and hardly they went on to the street door, fastened back the
knew whether they were glad or sorry to find it un- night-latch so that they could get in again, and
occupied. Then he hung up his hat, slipped his went out.
feet into a pair of pumps, and then lighted a lamp I am sure that neither of them ever forgot that
which he found on the table. first Sunday morning's walk in the city. George
"This is some lodger's room exclaimed afterwards celebrated it in verse, contrasting the
George. early Sabbath coolness and quiet with the fashion-
"It certainly looks like it; and a very good able throngs of church-goers filling the spacious
room it is. I think it will suit me very well. Now sidewalks of Broadway some hours later, and the
I 'll return your lamp, with many thanks." roar and rush and heat when, on week-days, the
Do you know Mrs. Libby?" demanded Jack. tide of life and traffic was at its height.
I think I ought to. I board with her." They went as far as the Battery, and were en-
And you-the front door-this room-" stam- chanted with their stroll about the grounds, beauti-
mered George, just beginning to see through the ful in the first bright green of spring, and above
joke. all with the view of the water. A gentle south
The lodger smilingly pulled off his coat. My wind was blowing, and the harbor seemed alive
name is Manton; and this is my room. I was in with light waves, frolicking in the sun and dashing
it when you brought your baggage. I knew you against the battery wall. There were ships riding
at the door, and let you in with my latch-key. at anchor, steam ferry-boats plying across the East
Good night, young gentlemen! Don't stumble river to Brooklyn, and across the North river to
over my boots !" Jersey City, a brig under full sail coming up the
The boys rushed back to their room, strangling bay, and tugs and sail-boats plowing and tacking







x874.1 FAST FRIENDS. 327

to and fro. A shipload of Dutch emigrants, mostly From this talk, and much that followed, the boys
,in wooden shoes,-the women in petticoats and the were appalled to learn that nearly all Mrs. Libby's
men in short trowsers, but large enough for meal- gentlemen boarders" were out of employment,
bags,-were landing at a wharf near by; not the seeking situations in the city.
least novel and interesting sight, especially to "There's hundreds of places advertised, but I
George, who had seen far less of the world than don't see as anybody ever gets 'em," said a bilious
Jack. young man, whom the others called Tarball. "If
Fascinated by the scene, the boys would hardly I don't hear of something this week, hanged if I
have known how to leave it, had not a keen sense won't enlist in the navy!"
of hunger reminded them of breakfast. Then they "What's become of that young fellow-Parsons,
had a walk of over a mile back to their lodgings in I believe was his name ?" asked a tall young man
Duane street. They were glad enough to hear who sat facing one of the windows. He wore a
a loud hand-bell ringing vigorously in the lower stiff standing collar, which compelled him, when
entry as they opened the door; and were disap- he wished to turn his head and address the corn-
pointed, afterwards; to learn that it was only the pany, partly to turn his whole body, and partly to
"first bell." Breakfast was half-an-hour later, give his chin a cant, lifting the edge of it over the
My boarders aint gener'ly in no hurry for their piece of starched linen. I have n't seen him for
breakfas'es, Sunday mornings," remarked Mrs. a week."
Libby, to whom they applied for reliable informa- O, Parsons got to the bottom of his purse ten
tion on that important subject, days ago," replied Tarball. It's the third time
Her rooms were well filled with gentlemen he has come down from the country to find busi-
boarders," as they were politely called; there being ness in town, spent all his money, and had to go
not a "lady boarder" in the house. Several had back again. I tell you, there 's no chance. You
already assembled in the parlor,-where the boys are one of the lucky ones, Timkins !"
went, to wait for the second bell,-and were eagerly Timkins was the tall one in the stiff dicky; and
looking over the columns of "wants in the Sun- his luck (as the boys learned afterwards) consisted
day papers. They had generally a clean-shaved, in his having secured a clerkship, much to the
clean-starched, Sunday-morning appearance; and wonder and envy of his fellow-boarders. This may
Jack--judging from their bleached faces and account for the fact that he was the only person in
style of dress-declared they were all citified." the room who had a newspaper and was not dili-
By Caesar !" suddenly broke forth one,-a pale gently reading the wants."
young man in very tight pants,-spitefully hitting Have you come to town to get business," he
his newspaper with the tips of his fingers, suddenly asked, putting his chin up and his eye
What is it, Simpson?" asked a seedy but care- down, as he turned to look over his dicky at George
fully-brushed old gentleman who had no news- and Jack on the sofa.
paper, and seemed to be waiting for a chance at "I hope I shall find something to do," replied
somebody else's. George, blushing, as if ashamed of such presump-
Here 's that humbug advertisement again,- tion.
you know,-confidential clerk on Chatham street, Simpson sneered and flung down his paper in dis-
-up two flights." gust. By Caesar just as if there was n't enough
"I went for that situation," remarked the old fellows looking for places in town already The cry
gentleman, is still they come!" He laughed bitterly. "What
So did I!" So did I!" cried two or three they 're all thinking of--Ican't understand !"
others. With all his diffidence, George had a fiery spirit,
I thought I'd like to be a confidential clerk," and this insolent language roused him.
said Simpson ;-" saw the advertisement the first May I ask," he said, what you are thinking
thing Tuesday morning, made a rush for Chatham of, sir ?-for I believe you are looking for business,
street, found the place, and a crowd of about a like a good many others."
hundred there before me, all wanting to be confi- O, Simpson thinks he has the only right to be
dential clerks They blocked both flights of stairs hunting a situation, and that all the other unfortu-
and extended out into the street. I waited two nates are in his way !" laughed Tarball grimly.
hours-concluded 't was no use-and came away." But I, for one, sha' n't be in his way long !"
"I waited at least three hours," said the old As if a few more or less would make any differ-
gentleman. I finally .got to the office, and gave ence with me, while there are thousands-yes, sir!
in my application and address to a man at the desk. thousands on thousands-out of business, and
Thought, of course, I was too late. Now, you crowding into the city to find something to do "
don't say the advertisement is in again !" Simpson walked the room in his tight pants, and






328 THE SLEEPING BLOODHOUND. [APRIL,

grew eloquent. They are fools, sir We are all find genteel employment in town. Thank Caesar !
fools! And what I would say to these young gentle- there 's the breakfast bell at last !"
men,"-turning to George and Jack,-"what I And the tight pants led a clattering procession
would say to my own brother,-is this word of warn- down Mrs. Libby's back stairs. George and Jack
ing,-No use! Go back to your country homes, brought up the rear, their appetites somewhat im-
if you have any; dig, plow, blow the bellows, carry paired, like their hopes, by the dark prospects and
water, cut wood, do anything; but don't expect to discouraging conversation of their fellow-boarders.
(To be continued.)




THE SLEEPING BLOODHOUND.




















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(From a painting by Sir Edwin Landseer.)
PROBABLY most of the readers of ST. NICHOLAS Bloodhound is very fine, even in the engraving;
are familiar with many pictures of dogs, horses, but could we see it as it was painted, with all the
deer and other animals, by the late Sir Edwin true colors of the hound,-with his shining skin, so
Landseer, one of the greatest of modern painters, smooth and soft that it would seem as if we could
Like most other great men, he loved dogs and press our fingers into it, and his long ears so flexi-
horses and all good, brave animals, and he painted ble that we could take them up in our hands,-we
them in their noblest aspects. Few of us can might know how well Landseer painted dogs. But
expect to see such magnificent stags and grand he will paint no more. Only a few months ago
dogs as he drew. This picture of The Sleeping the news of his death came to us from England.








1874.] LITTLE GUSTAVA. 329







LITTLE GUSTAVA.

BY CELIA THAXTER.


LITTLE GUSTAVA sits in the sun, So dainty and eager they pick up the crumbs,-
Safe in the porch, and the little drops run But who is this through the doorway comes?
From the icicles under the eaves so fast, Little Scotch terrier, little dog Rags,
For the bright spring sun shines warm at last. Looks in her face, and his funny tail wags:
And glad is little Gustava. "Ha! ha!" laughs little Gustava.


She wears a quaint little scarlet cap, You want some breakfast, too ?" and down
And a little green bowl she holds in her lap, She sets her bowl on the brick floor brown;
Filled with bread and milk to the brim, And little dog Rags drinks up her milk,
And a wreath of marigolds round the rim: While she strokes his shaggy locks, like silk.
"Ha! ha! laughs little Gustava. "Dear Rags says little Gustava.


Up comes her little grey, coaxing cat, Waiting without stood sparrow and crow,
With her little pink nose, and she mews, Cooling their feet in the melting snow:
"What's that?" "Won't you come in, good folk?" she cried.
Gustava feeds her,-she begs for more; But they were too bashful, and stayed outside,
And a little brown hen walks in at the door : Though Pray come in cried Gustava.
"Good-day !" cries little Gustava.

So the last she threw them, and knelt on the
She scatters crumbs for the little brown hen. mat
There comes a rush and a flutter, and then With doves and biddy and dog and cat.
Down fly her little white doves so sweet, And her mother came to the open house-door:
With their snowy wings and their crimson feet: Dear little daughter, I bring you some more,
"Welcome!" cries little Gustava. My merry little Gustava !"


Kitty and terrier, biddy and doves,
All things harmless Gustava loves.
The shy, kind creatures 'tis joy to feed,
And, oh her breakfast is sweet indeed
To happy little Gustava!






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VOL. I.--22.








330 THE CHURCH-COCK. [APRIL,




THE CHURCH-COCK.

BY Z. TOPELIUS.

[Translated from the Swedish by Selma Borg and Marie A. Brown, the translators of the Schwartz" and "Topelius" novels.]

[You shall now hear a remarkable story, which might be called that was to constantly turn according to the
"Pride Goes Before a Fall," but each and all may think what they wind He could therefore look around him in all
choose. One can be proud and haughty if never more than a cater-
pillar; how much the more, then, when one has the honor of being directions. But, wherever he gazed with his great
a church-cock !I green eyes, he saw his equal nowhere on earth.
THERE was once a church-cock, who sat on a He therefore began to believe that he was consider-
very high tower. Whence he came, and how he ably better than all others, and that the whole
had got so high up in the world, it is not easy to say. world ought to be subservient to him. Thereupon
It is believed that his papa was no ordinary cock, he thought to himself:
but a carpenter, who could carve eagles and drag- I am a great cock; a very stately and illustrious
ons out of wood, and that he made the cock and cock am I. My equal among cocks does not exist.
hoisted him to the tower with a rope, as the cock I am a veritable cock majesty. It is evident that
was solid and could not learn to fly. the church was built expressly on my account, and
Perhaps this was not so; perhaps the cock was in order to afford me a place worthy my high rank.
formerly premier cock in the mighty fairy queen Why should people assemble here around the
Gilimiliadolga's hen-house, and in his arrogance church every Sunday, if not to truly admire and
rose against his ruler, and, as a punishment, was worship me ? Yes, it is certain that I am a great
transformed into a wooden cock and nailed fast to cock, a mighty cock; a highly aristocratic and re-
the tower. This no one can tell precisely. In markable cock am I!"
short, there he sat on the tower, very high up, -yes, But aristocratic people sometimes have a very
higher than the highest roof and the highest tree tedious time of it, and so had the church-cock.
for seven miles around. And so high did he sit, Fly he could not, he was not willing to work, and
that the whole earth under him seemed not much did not need to eat. What should he do ? It was
larger than a pancake, and human beings looked not without a certain envy that he occasionally re-
like flies on the pancake. garded the pastor's hens, which sometimes tripped
The church-cock was very large. He had a high as far as the foot of the tower, and scratched up
red comb above his beak, green eyes, large as a the sand to find a kernel.
plate, and a very exuberant tail. In his crop One day it happened that a crow flew over the
there was certainly room for three bushels of rye, church, passing quite near the cock, who sat there
so portly was he. Consequently, you can imagine sulky and cross, provoked that any one should pre-
that he was somewhat consequential. Because he sume to fly almost as high as he was pleased to
was so large, and occupied so lofty a position, he perch.
fancied that no one in the whole world was so high Quoa! quoa screeched the crow, how-do-
a lord as.lie. All cocks are arrogant; you can tell you-do, my good cock?"
it by their airs, when they swell their feathers on "B-r-r-r! said the cock, whirling around with
the dunghill and stretch their bills in the air, as if the wind and turning his tail to the crow, "I think
they wished to cry to all they saw, "What sort of you might at least call me 'Your Excellency.' "
a pigmy are you ? But the church-cock was one Just hear that said the crow. "Well, does
of the very worst. You will see that such never not Your Excellency find it rather tedious in the
end well. Many a proud cock has lost his neck long run to sit there alone and do nothing? It
when his owners have been preparing for a dinner- seems to me that Your Excellency might marry."
party; and afterwards he has, without ceremony, I marry!" said the church-cock; "where
been plucked and laid in the oven and eaten up, should I find a hen so high-born and aristocratic
like any other poultry, with gravy, pickles, and that I could woo her without detriment to my
cranberry sauce, rank ?"
Perhaps the church-cock knew that he was not Your Excellency is right," answered the crow;
fit to be beheaded and eaten, and that made "such a hen is not easy to find, for I do not re-
him more haughty than other cocks. He had member that I have ever heard of a church-hen.
one quality that is very common in the world, and But Your Excellency should at least undertake some







1874.1 THE CHURCH-COCK. 331

work. That is what I do. It shortens time and it cock's back, seated himself astride of it and
makes one cheerful and happy in mind." shouted with all his might, G Langg, old horse!
Work snarled the cock, and he looked at the G Langg "
crow with much contempt; great and illustrious Then the cock opened his eyes wide and felt
people are never in the habit of working. It is not terribly affronted; he, who in his pride believed no
proper." one in the whole world to be his equal. And now
"Ha! ha !" thought the crow to herself, as she there sat a little rogue on his back, shouting,
flew away, you stare and stare around you, Herr G Langg, old horse G Langg "
Cock, and yet know so little how it goes in the At first the cock expected that the whole church
world. I have often seen the high and aristocratic would tumble down out of astonishment at such
have more work and more care than the humble, impudence. But the church stood still in its
But such inflated simpletons as you, believe aristoc- place; and now the cock, in his great humiliation,
racy to consist in not doing one blessed thing, began to writhe and turn in all directions. What
but to sit like a stock, make others wait upon you, should he do ? He had neither learned to fly nor
and die of dreariness. It is plain that the church- crow; therefore, he now had to put up with his
cock is several hundred years old, and.thinks just injured pride when all the people below cried
as many thought before in his youth. But now "bravo! bravissimo and considered it a great
one realizes better than ever that all must work and thing for little Karamatti to ride the church-cock.
be industrious, if they wish to be happy and con- Yes, that is the way it is in the world; when any
tented. The cock does not understand that. one is proud and lazy, some little Karamatti in the
Because he is so desperately lazy, he says it is not end comes and bestrides him, as he did with the
proper." church-cock. Rest assured of that.
And so it was, indeed. The cock was lazy and But the church-cock did not become much wiser
proud; that was the whole matter. For several from the experience. There he remained on his
hundred years he had sat up there on the pinnacle spire year after year; one generation after the other
of the tower and not done a hand's turn; he had sang its psalms to God's glory in the church under-
not even crowed. He was so lazy that he had not neath, and lived its time, and then went into the
stirred from the spot for all the hundred years; so grave, and new human beings came instead and sang
one can imagine how lazy he was. A good beat- the same old psalms in the same old church. But
ing might perhaps have incited him to zeal and the cock sat just as lazy and just as puffed up on his
activity. But who would have dared to do such a tower, and expected, all the while, that eventually
thing ? We shall hear how it went with him. some wonderful good fortune would befall him on
One fine day, when the church-cock, as usual, account of his great aristocracy. Perhaps he ex-
sat staring into the blue firmament and looking very pected to be gilded with the brightest gold, and to
sage, although he thought just nothing, he saw, shine like the sun, or he expected to, some day, be
with surprise, a large crowd of people around the appointed grand cock sultan of the whole world.
church. "What can it be?" said he to himself; Who knows? He waited, and waited, and never
"it is not Sunday to-day." He soon found out did the great good fortune come.
what it was. At last he became very old and rotten, so that
It was the great rope-dancer, Karamatti, who one bit of wood after the other fell off of him when
had stretched a rope between the church tower and the wind blew. One day there was a severe storm.
the town-house opposite. On the rope hopped a A .gust of wind came sweeping over the church,
little boy and a little girl, who danced with each blew away the whole cock from the tower, and car-
other and performed wonderful movements. "Oh, ried him through the air to the sea. Then the cock,
pshaw said the cock; is that all ? I supposed dizzy as he was from the unusual journey, had to re-
that it was some new solemnity which the stupid pent, for the last time, that he had not learned to fly
people were observing here in my honor." and crow; for, had he been able to do so, he would
Just then the little Karamatti threw a kiss to the not have been blown into the sea, but would have
spectators, and then climbed like a cat up the flown to the roof of the town-house, and have
church tower; for, as in olden times, there were crowed there, so that the magistrate and the whole
iron spikes driven in the spire, one above the place would have been struck with amazement.
other. On these iron spikes the little Karamatti But, as it was, he was blown into the sea, and tossed
now climbed up higher and higher, until finally he to and fro by the waves, so that the fishes gaped at
was near the cock. "Oh, ho!" said the cock, him and wondered what sort of sea-goblin he was.
flaming with rage. Finally, he was cast up on a beach, and there he
But Karamatti did not allow himself to be in- lay helpless.
timidated, and with one bound he was up on the On the beach was a little cabin, in which lived








332 NOT AT ALL LIKE ME. [APRIL,

an old woman who had two children, a boy and a Excellency," came flying by one day to make a re-
girl. The children were one day building little past among the peas. When she saw the scare-
dams by the shore, as cells for the tiny fishes which crow there, she flew away with all speed. But, in
there swam in and out. As they went farther her flight, she happened to turn around, and recog-
along, to collect suitable stones, they happened to nized her old acquaintance.
catch sight of the poor old church-cock; and at Quoa! quoa !" screeched the crow; "your
that time he was right pitiful to behold. The waves humble servant. Just look at His Excellency, who
had entirely washed off the paint, and he had rub- has become a scare-crow Well, well; pride,
bed against the stones, and so lost both beak and pride; that's the way it goes in the world."
tail. Hold your bill!" croaked a sensible raven, who
Then the children said: How lucky we are! sat on a pine stump near by. The poor cock
Mother is always complaining that the crows and has been. proud and lazy, and, therefore, it has gone
sparrows make havoc among the peas. But here ill with him. But now he is old and unfortunate;
we have a splendid scare-crow. Come, let us take and the old and unfortunate must not be treated
a rope and haul the great creature to the garden." with disrespect. None of us know how it will go
And so the church-cock, in his old age, was stuck with ourselves in our old days."
up on a fence-post as a scare-crow, instead of being The cock heard all this. But he could not an-
gilded and proclaimed grand cock sultan of the swer a word, for he was without a bill, and sat fast-
whole world. Then it happened that the crow ened to a fence-post. There he probably sits to
who, in his days of prosperity, had called him "Your this day.






















NOT AT ALL LIKE ME!

BY MARGARET EYTINGE.

Two little monkeys were swinging one day
In the top of a cocoanut tree.
Said one little M. to the other, "Ahem!
You don't look at all like me,-
Not at all, not at all like me.

"My nose is turned up much higher than yours,
And my eyes they are wondrously small,
My fingers are longer, my tail it is stronger,
Oh, no! you're not like me at all,-
Don't frown; but, indeed, not at all.








1874.] A GIRL'S VISIT TO THE GEYSERS. 333

You needn't be mad, it is n't my fault,
That so strongly I favor my Ma:
She 'd a sweet monkey-face, and was belle of this place
Before she married my Pa,-
Yes, and after she married my Pa."

Not a word said her friend, but she threw out her arm,
With a look of deep indignation,
And she whacked the "belle" till she tottered and fell,
And that ended the conversation,-
Quite ended the conversation.







A GIRL'S VISIT TO THE GEYSERS.

BY SUSIE COGSWELL.

[OUR young readers will be glad to read a little girl's account of a I forgot to mention that when we rose in the
real visit to the famous Geysers, or boiling springs, of California. r r
This description was not written all at once. It ran through nine morning we saw vapor rising from many points,
school compositions, each followed by To be continued," until, and we found it came from places where they had
at last, the ninth composition reached The end." We have taken dug down in the ground.
out the to-be-continueds, but in other respects the account stands Just then the stage drove up. It was open,
as the little traveler wrote it.--ED. then the stage drove
and had six horses harnessed before it. We had a
ONE foggy morning, papa, mamma and I started very pleasant party, and drove on rapidly for six or
from San Francisco, to visit the Geysers. eight miles, through two or three beautiful valleys,
We got on board the steamboat, and sailed up till we came to a place where we had to change
the Sacramento River till we came to Valejo, where stages and take four horses, as our road was cut
we took the cars and rode up the beautiful Napa out of the side of a mountain, and went winding
Valley, which was full of great big oak trees, vine- slowly up the side. We had a precipice on one
yards and orange orchards. About eight o'clock side of us and a high wall on the other. When
at night we arrived at Calistoga, where we stayed we were about half way up the mountain we came
all night, and which was about half way to the to a beautiful little spring, where we stopped to
Geysers. water the horses and to get a drink ourselves, and
The next morning we got up early, and walked where we gathered some very pretty flowers. Near
about the place. Among other curious things, we the spring we found a beautiful green stone, which
saw a grotto, composed entirely of petrified wood, papa said was soap-stone. Then we got into the
which had been brought from a neighboring forest, stage, and went on till we came to the highest
All these big stumps of trees looked like ordinary point, which was 7,400 feet in height, when we
trees, but when we went up to them we found they made a rapid descent of eight miles in thirty min-
were solid stone; and before we went away a gentle- utes. We fairly swung around the sharp turns,-
man very kindly gave us some pieces as specimens. Pluton Creek, o0o feet below, on one side, and a
Then we went to what looked to us like a sum- mountain overhanging us on the other. A few
mer house, but in it we found a spring of clear, hot moments brought us into Pluton Valley, when
water, bubbling out of the ground. A gentleman through the trees we saw the Geyser Hotel.
filled a bowl with it, and put salt and pepper in it This was a beautiful little hotel, nestled down
and gave it to us to drink. It tasted just like soup. among the mountains, and, after our long, dusty
It was so hot we had to let it cool before we could ride, it looked very refreshing to us. We were
drink it. They had just boiled three eggs in the very tired, so the landlady told us it would rest us
spring. to take a bath, and we could have one of either sul-
If we had tried to dig down a few feet anywhere phur or steam; so we walked through a lovely little
near the hotel, we would have come to warm water, path in the woods till we came to the sulphur bath-








334 A GIRL'S VISIT TO THE GEYSERS. [APRIL,

house. We went in and looked at it, but mamma an Alpine stick, and off we started. We entered the
said the smell was so unpleasant that we would go calion by crossing the creek, and saw, on each
and see the steam bath. So we crossed a.little side of us, great high mountains. The first thing
bridge over Pluton Creek, when we saw the steam we came to was a spring of clear, cool water, which
bath-house. This was a little house erected over a had a great deal of alum in it, and which was called
hot steam spring, which came out of the side of a Eye-water Spring, as it was said to cure almost any
mountain. We went in standing straight up, which disease of the eye. This spring was overhung by




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THE FAN GEYSERS IN THE YELLOWSTONE VALLEY.

nearly took away our breath. We ought to have beautiful trees. Walking a few yards farther on,
gone in stooping down, and raised up slowly; but we came to an awful, rocky place, dark and slippery,
we did not know it till afterwards ; so we went back and which is called "The Devil's Laboratory,"
to the sulphur bath. because so many different kinds of chemicals are
After our bath we returned to the hotel, where found there. I cannot describe this as it ought to
we took dinner. After dinner, mamma, and papa be, for I do not know the names of all the minerals.
took a walk in the woods. They brought back some Coming out of this, we went through a narrow
very handsome specimens of sulphur, and other gorge, hot and terrible with the steam that came
things. We sat down on the stones till nearly sun- out of the ground and from the side of the mount-.
set, and then returned to the hotel and got our ain,-so hot and so slippery with sulphur, that all
supper. After supper, I went out and had a splen- the party had to run very quickly over it, and the
did swing, guide had to carry me across, after which we all
The next morning we got up at half-past four had to rest.
o'clock, to go through the Geyser canon. I had We then went on a little further, till we came to
read about the wonderful Geysers in the Yellow- a spring of boiling water, as black as ink. This
stone Valley, where they have an enormous spread- was called "The Devil's Inkstand," the water of
ing one, called the Great Fan Geyser, and another which can really be written with; and what made
very, very high one called the Giantess, and ever it more curious was, that on each side, not more
so many others; but papa told me that I must n't than a yard from it, was a spring of pure, clear,
expect to see anything quite so wonderful as cold alum water. After walking a short distance
those. Still, we were glad enough to go. So the on, we came to the most wonderful spring of all.
guide gave us each a long cane, which they called This was called "The Witches' Cauldron." This
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x874.1 A GIRL'S VISIT TO THE GEYSERS. 335

was ten feet across, and filled to the brim with
black boiling water, which was bubbling, foaming
and seething in the most horrible manner, and :' l "I'A
sending up a volume of steam which could be seen I
for miles. This spring was fathomless; and an I
egg could be boiled hard in it in two minutes and '
a-half, and if meat should be dropped into it it ,
would be reduced to broth in two minutes. i j. ,,_;..
After leaving this spring we had to pass through I_ ',vt.l \ ','
ever so much steam, issuing in short puffs from the I ,
side of a mountain, and which were called The '' '
Steamboat Springs." Then we came to a spot
where two streams met, and ran side by side until' No
they formed a letter V. The remarkable part of it -
was that one was hot and black, and the other clear i
and cold. "' ____
We now began to climb up over rocks and stones,
slippery with steam and sulphur, till we at last got i
up 1,500 feet, to a projecting point of the mount- '' ,"',''
ain, called "The Devil's Pulpit." After looking
at the surrounding country, and having rested a Id a l' I i[
little, we went down the other side, when we came I itli' \' --
to a beautiful valley. Walking on a short distance !' I I
farther, we stopped at a lovely little spring, over- i
shadowed by great big oak trees, from which hung .i '
creeping vines. This beautiful spring was called .. .'. '
"The Fairy Pool," and was as clear as a mirror, I''''' '
reflecting the grand old trees above. After all the '
party had taken a drink from it we again cor- :
menced our journey, and in a short time came in -
sight of The Devil's Tea-Kettle."
This was a steam spring, from which the steam |I .i
came with such force that it sent up balls of
mud about as big as a hickory nut, and it rushed Il I f
through a whistle, which was placed over the mouth
of it, so strongly as to make it sound like a locomo- -
tive whistle, and which could be heard for a great
distance. All around this spring the ground was
composed of ashes, and we could push our canes in
it down to their very tops, and papa said that he i h
had no doubt but that the whole G'eyser caiion was ; I-'I'
an extinct crater of a volcano. I
We now commenced our journey back to the
hotel, and on our way we found some very pretty
wild flowers, which we gathered and pressed.
Shortly after we reached the hotel, where the ---
landlord told us that all the springs we had seen __-_-- -- -
possessed very healing qualities, and some wonder- THE GIANTESS GEYSER IN THE YELLOWSTONE VALLEY.
ful cures had taken place there.
After we had taken our breakfast the stage drove o'clock that night, very tired and sleepy, but very
up. We all got in and commenced our journey much delighted with our journey and all the won-
back to' San Francisco, where we arrived about ten derful sights we had seen.







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LIFE-SAVING ON THE COAST.

BY WILLIAM H. RIDING.

THIS is a talk about stormy nights and suffering with new implements, and many additional ones
men; about the ravages of wintry seas on a long were established. In all, there are now eighty-
coast, desolate with sand-hills and rugged with cliffs, two, and in a year or two more the coast of
Yet, as in all pictures there must be light to pro- the Atlantic States-from north to south-will
duce shade, so in this there are many brave deeds to be lined with stations only three or four miles
brighten it. You, no doubt, think that life in a apart. Out on remote points of land you will find
light-house must be curious and grand,--poetical, them sometimes miles away from other human
some of the girls will call it; but as strange, as habitations. The strongest timbers are used in
grand, as poetical and surely as adventurous is the their construction,-all as staunch in their fasten-
life of the men stationed on the coast to aid vessels ings as the timbers of the stoutest man-o'-war.
in distress. A hardy, courageous, practical set of Across their threshold, the frozen, wounded suffer-
heroes they are, -on duty night and day, peering ers of a wreck find nourishment, warm clothing and
seaward from their lonely watch-towers in search of medical treatment. Blessed are the men who at-
whom they may save. Think, my children, how tend them,-friends of ours we may proudly call
noble is the occupation that has saved two hun- them, because they are the friends of all the plucky
dred lives in a single night, as when the "Ayrshire" fellows afloat. How well they do their duty, you
went ashore near Long Branch, and that number may judge from this fact :
of souls were safely landed through a terrible Out of 235 lives imperiled in wrecks last year,
surf. the life-saving stations rescued 234. The only soul
You ask me if these men are not sometimes called lost was an old man, who died from exposure.
the coast-guard. In America we have no service I have only given you an idea of the extent of
under that name. In.England the coast-guard-men the service, thus far; anc if you are determined to
are simply the policemen of the coast. They are see a life-saving station you must start with me, on
employed by the government to prevent smuggling a frosty afternoon, from New York to Sandy Hook.
and to protect the revenue. But here we have the In imagination, I mean, you must go over the jour-
Revenue Marine Bureau,-a somewhat similar or- ney that I made last autumn.
ganization,--which has a large fleet of steamers on The sail across the bay is cold and dreary; the
patrol around our coast. From this branch of the land is wrapped in snow, and a savage wind is
government grew the life-saving service of the blowing to the leeward. Leeward, as many among
United States; but for many years it was so ne- you know, means towards the'land. Some ocean
glected that the number of lives lost on the coast steamships and a crowd of sailing craft are hurry-
was a reproach to our humanity. Our shores were ing into port. The sea is already white and heavy
strewn with melancholy wrecks. Survivors, cast up with foam. Vast clouds are lowering and rolling
by the sea, perished from cold or hunger, when at no great height. It is a threatening day, and at
timely assistance might have quickly restored them. the signal stations warning flags are hoisted.
Noble vessels, freighted with precious cargoes and Sandy Hook looks deserted; the light-house, forti-
more precious lives, went ashore, almost within fications and telegraph station are bleak and lone-
sight of our homes, and, through the want of ap- some. We pass, from here, down the coast some
paratus, no aid could be sent to them, ten miles,-still a waste of sand, yellowish grass
France had her Central Society for Saving the and straggling shrubbery,-until we come to Sea-
Shipwrecked;" England, the "Royal National bright. A pretty name, this, and a pretty place in
Life-Boat Institution;" Germany her Associa- summer; but now barren and forlorn. A wild
tion for Saving Seamen in Distress;" and here, child of the sea, with one of her father's fishing nets
along the great line of our coast,-from Maine to trailing behind her, is the only living creature we
the Florida Reefs,-there were only twenty-four meet. Some distance away, we see a red building,
life-saving stations, and these were so poorly man- with a flag raised above it. From our point of ob-
aged that they were worth little. But we are not servation the surf seems to be beating up to the
a mercenary or cruel people; and when our mis- doors, but as we approach we find that it is several
take was seen we began to mend it. yards from the water limit. It is painted red, with a
Congress made appropriations for the purpose, number in front, and, ugly as it is, it looks hospi-
the old life stations were rebuilt and supplied table in the surrounding waste. This is Life-Saving







1874.] LIFE-SAVING ON THE COAST. 337

Station No. 3, in District No. 3, comprising the plied to each station, and are used by the men in
coast of New Jersey; Charles West, Keeper. En- rescuing bodies from the water.
tering through a small door facing the sea, we reach Over the kitchen and boat-house are the sleeping-
the kitchen,-a rudely finished apartment, in which rooms and a storehouse. Here, too, all the fittings
the crew are stretched at leisure. Leisure, well are staunch and comfortable, as it is necessary they
earned, it is; for, passing into the boat-house, should be, since neither the keeper nor the surf-
.where the apparatus is kept, we find everything in men are allowed to leave the station-house during
the neatest order,-not a speck of rust or dust. the winter months. At this isolated place they are
The greatest space is occupied by the boat, itself- constantly on duty, and very seldom unoccupied.
a wonder of durability and beauty, raised on a From time to time they are drilled in the use of
light carriage, by which it is drawn to the water's the apparatus and in the management of their boat
edge, and launched, over rollers, into the surf. in the surf. But they are .not novices. Perhaps
You also notice a curious object, which startles you you observed some of the faces as we came through
by its resemblance to a torpedo boat. It is the life- the kitchen,-ruddy with the bloom of a hundred
car. The lower half is not unlike an ordinary open
boat in form; but the upper part is covered by a
convex deck, raised at both ends. In the middle
you find a hole large enough to admit a man. =-
Peep in, if you choose. It is like the inside of an --
empty steam boiler,--dark and unventilated; but -
people on the borders of Death-land do not demand ::--
a palace car to carry them into a place of safety;
and into this queer vessel four persons are often -
crowded. Presently, we shall see how it is sent on ;.. ... --
board a wrecked ship to bring the passengers and
crew ashore. But you must remember that all .- --
stations are not supplied with the life-car. It can
only be used on a smooth beach, as at Seabright;
and on the coast of Maine it is superseded by the
"breeches buoy." What the breeches buoy" --
looks like, you may guess from the name. It is
simply a pair of water-tight trowsers, stitched up at
the bottoms to prevent the feet from coming
through. From the waist, upwards, the body is
exposed; but the buoy is moved quicker than the
life-car, as it is lighter and only brings one person
ashore at a time. It is suspended to the line be- -'-
tween the vessel and the shore by rings, and it is
hauled in and out by the life-saving men.
In a corner of the room, near the rocket appar-
atus, you see two bundles of what seems to be LIFESAVING DRES.
shapeless India rubber cloth. At our request, a
man exhibits them, and tells us that they are life- storms. In fact, they are chosen for their recog-
saving dresses, invented by Captain J. H. Merry- nized experience and valor as surfmen; and they
man, inspector of the service. He puts one suit are drilled simply to keep their joints from stiffen-
on: first, the trowsers, and then the jacket. In- ing and their eyes from wandering. The many
serted in the neck there is a small tube, with a manceuvres of assisting a vessel in distress are
mouth-piece, through which he fills his strange ar- practised at least once a month, and actual ser-
mor with air. His face is uncovered, but the*head vice is sometimes rendered as often. A log is kept
is protected by a hood, fitting so closely that the of all events occurring on the surrounding land and
water cannot enter nor the air escape. In appear- water, and the beach is traversed day and night in
ance he is now like a submarine diver. Out of the search of wrecks. The day patrolman starts along
house, he leads us to the water's edge, and then he the beach from his station-house until the signals
plunges into the surf. He is soon out of his depth, of the next station are in view. The night patrol-
but the dress supports him-head and chest out of men are two in number. One follows the beach
the water,--without interfering with his movements towards the next station to the right of his own;
in the least degree. Two of the dresses are sup- and the other towards the next station to the left.







338 LIFE-SAVING ON THE COAST. [APRIL,

Provided only with a lantern and red signal light, son signal in his hand shoots its splendor into the
each man tramps along until he meets the patrol- night, at once telling the watch at the station that
man of the next station. It is a terribly lonely there is work to do, and the shipwrecked that suc-
mission. The surf is moaning at his feet with un- cor is at hand.
alterable grief, and he hears no friendly voice until The patrolman has been fully instructed, and he
his duty is done. It is like entering some enchanted hastens with all speed to assist in preparing the ap-
realm of darkness. On one side of him is the rest- paratus. As he hurries homeward he faintly hears
less sea; on the other, wastes of sands ; before him, the excited shouts of his mates as they unhouse the
the thin ray of his own lantern. Many a brave boat, and frequently he sees the brightly colored
man would flinch from the terrors of such solitude; Coston lights illuminating the isolated refuge on
but the patrolman finds companionship in the the sands, as they bear their messages to the
steady flame of the light-houses, and even in the adjoining stations. A fine display of fireworks,
sorrows of the waves themselves. But when the you would think them; but to the life-saving men
sky and stars are hidden by black storm-clouds, and they are imperative orders. First, a red, a white
the wind shrieks into his ear, O, it is so lonely for and a green light are burned in quick succession,
him, my children Yet it may be his fate to find to attract the watch at the next station, and as soon
one lonelier and colder than himself. In his path he as one white light is seen in answer, a series of or-
may meet a moist human form pressed into the ders are given by the same beautiful means. Thus,
sand,-some poor waif that has been lost at sea. Or a red light announces danger, and a green light
in the threatening distance, far away over the foam- that aid is required from the next station by the
ing breakers, he may see a suffering vessel, piteous- station signaling. A red and a green light in suc-
ly signaling for aid. Now his energies are braced cession mean, Bring your boat and equipments"
for good work; now there comes to this hero the A green and a red light-the previous signal re-
consciousness that the weary tramp has not been in versed mean, "Bring your life-car and lines."
vain, and that there are lives to save. For a mo- A red and white light, Bring your rocket appar-
ment, only, he delays to prove that he has not been atus," and so on; different combinations of colors
mistaken. Eagerly he peers through his night conveying different instructions.
glass, and discerns a ship, beached on a shoal, The boat-carriage has very broad wheels, to pre-
about three hundred yards away. Then the crim- vent it from sinking in the sand, and two stout





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THROWING A ROCKET TO A WRECKED VESSEL.







874*1 LIFE-SAVING O.N THE COAST. 339

horses gallop with it along the beach until they are bruised and sore, on the beach. Still their courage
opposite the wreck. Life-car, rocket apparatus and remains, and they renew their attempts, until the
lines are ready. The men assemble, eager for ser- commander decides that it is hopeless to contend
vice and urged on by their commander. All their longer. The life-car, alone, must be used.
nerves are strung, and all their devotion is stirred. The rocket apparatus has been arranged, and is
The vessel is tossing and groaning in the sand, and firmly planted in the sand. It is a long tube,
every moment may be worth a dozen lives. Quickly mounted on a tripod, and is fired by a percussion

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LIFE-SAVING CAR.
the boat is rolled off the carriage on the shore. cap. About four hundred yards of very light cord
Her brave crew gather around her gunwale. They are smoothly coiled at the base, and one end is at-
are dressed in heavy oil-skin clothes, from which tached to the rocket. A small trigger is pulled,
the water rolls harmlessly; and some of them have and the rocket leaps through the air, and over the
life-preservers around their waists. But these things distressed ship, bearing the line with it. Happily,
interfere with the freedom of their movements, and it falls across the deck, and is hauled in by the sail-
they throw them aside and face the gale in their ors on board. When the shore end is reached, a
thick flannels. Most of them are in the prime of block, holding a stouter rope and a board contain-
life. There is not an under-sized man among ing the following words, in English and French,
them. Each is fitted by nature to contend with a are found attached:
giant, and beat him. Seven such fellows are not "Make the tail of the block fast to the lower-
often seen together; arid, as they brace themselves mast, well up. If the masts are gone, then fasten
for work, you may well wonder if they can be it to the best place you can find. Cast off small
matched. All our admiration is called forth by the line. See that the rope in the block runs free, and
strength they display as they bend to push their show signal to the shore."
boat into the water, at the word of their commander. The men on the beach wait patiently' until a
They do not tremble or hold back, yet the terrors rocket or light is displayed in answer, and the life-
of death are before them. The surf, roaring at car is then dispatched on its journey. It is sus-
their feet, taunts them with its power. As far as pended to the ropes by rings, and is hauled across
the 'eye can reach, the only prospect is a foam- the waters by the men on the shore. In ten or fif-
ing waste, from which the spray rises 'in a thick teen minutes it is alongside the vessel, and is filled
mist. Can the boat live in such a surf ? Un- with wrecked people. Again a signal is displayed,
daunted, the men wait for a sea that will launch and the life-car makes its return journey,-some-
her. On it comes, proudly, defiantly, mightily, times riding over the waters; sometimes high and
Its curling head is raised high. It leaps wildly for- dry, and sometimes submerged by the heavy sea.
ward, with the weight and force of an iron wall. It is so constructed that it contains enough air to
The majestic crest bubbles in white wrath. It tow- give four people breath for at least fifteen minutes,
ers high above the ranks, like an invincible general but otherwise it is not ventilated. Here it comes
leading his army to battle. The men hold their gliding nearer the shore. Steady!" the command-
breath as it advances, and watch its motions with a ant cries to his men, who are pulling with all their
steady eye. Onward it hurls itself, gaining volume might and main. Steady The car touches the
in its path; onward into the death-struggle on the sand, and is dragged out of reach of the water.
shore, until, struck by a savage gust of wind, it The trap-door is opened, and three women,-wet,
breaks and drives the boat away from it with an cold, terrified, but still alive,-are safely landed.
impetuous roar of scorn. The men are thrown, Only thirty-one minutes have passed since the first







340 LIFE-SAVI'NG -ON THE COAST. [APRIL,

rocket was fired, and, thereafter, lives are saved at tried. She was dropped from a crane twenty-one
the rate of over forty an hour until not a soul re- feet high, into the water. She fell perfectly flat,
mains on the wreck. with a noise resembling a clap of thunder, but, on
At the stations large fires are blazing, ready to examination, was found perfectly buoyant, without
welcome the survivors, who are also provided with a joint or rivet started. The boats of the life-saving
warm clothing and other necessaries, institution of England saved 21,000 human beings
So far I have only spoken about surf-boats, which from 1824 to 1872; and some of our American sta-
are not the same things as life-boats. Both are tions are furnished with patent boats of nearly the
used for the same ends; but they are very different same model. But old surfmen are full of prejudice
in other respects. against new inventions, and work with. more confi-
The surf-boat is built of cedar, and is so light dence in a simple boat of the old style.
that two men can carry it. The best life-boat is All the cargo of a wrecked vessel is not lost, as
very heavy, and is built of iron. It is self-righting you may suppose. After the lives of the passengers









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IMPROVED LIFE-SAVING STATION AT NARRAGANSETT.
and self-bailing,-that is to say, should it be cap- and crew are rescued, the next duty of the life-
sized, it would right itself and throw off all water saving men is to save the cargo. Last year prop-
that it had taken on board. Some very wonder- erty to the value of $832,230 was imperiled in their
ful improvements have been made in boats of this districts, and of this the value of $581,201 was re-
kind, recently. I saw some experiments, about covered. But peremptory orders are given forbid-
two months ago, with a life-boat only twenty-five ding any attempt to save merchandise until all
feet long, seven feet in beam, and three feet three human beings are out of danger; and the captain
inches in depth. Twelve men stood on her gun- may throw overboard any articles brought into his
wale, or at one side, and she did not take in a drop boat which may imperil it or the lives entrusted to
of water. Forty-seven men were then'placed in her his charge. There are also professional wreckers,
and her sides were still nineteen inches out of the who raise sunken ships and secure the cargo. You
water. The men were next ordered out, and told must not confuse them with the wreckers of old,
to jump in hurriedly, as they would do in case of about whom you may have read in romances; for
a sudden alarm; and the boat stood even that they are a very useful and honest class of men, and
test without shipping more than a few quarts of use large steamers and wonderful machinery in
water, their operations. Of these I shall have an oppor-
A smaller life-boat, of the same pattern, was then tunity to tell you something in another article.
A smaller life-boat, of the same pattern, was then tunity to tell you something in another article.







1874.1 MRS. POMEROY'S PAGE. 341




MRS. POMEROY'S PAGE.

BY MARY E. BRADLEY.

DID you notice him when he opened the door for arine was explaining that it had come to beg for
us, just now-a cunning little chap, with a curly rags to sell; and did anybody know what they
head, and a blue sailor suit ? Perhaps you thought would n't be coming after next? But it was Mrs.
he was Mazie Pomeroy's little brother, or some- Pomeroy's orders that no beggars were to be sent
thing ?-people do, sometimes, because Mrs. Pom- away, and she did n't know what to do about it.
eroy always keeps him dressed so nicely, and not "Why, give her the rag-bag, of course," said
in buttons," either. Mazie.
He isn't the least relation, though; only her little But Catharine did n't know whether there was a
page; and it's quite a story, the way we found rag-bag, and looked as if she thought it beneath
him. I had something to do with it, you see,- the dignity of the house to keep such a thing.
quite a good deal, in fact,-for it all came about Mazie didn't know, herself; but I happened to
through an accident that happened to me last sum- have seen one hanging in the hall closet once when
mer, when Lizzie Prior and I were spending the I wanted to get rid of some scraps, and I told Cath-
long vacation with Mazie. Mrs. Pomeroy has a arine where to find it.
cottage at Long Branch, you know, and she was So she went to fetch it, and came back presently
kind enough to invite Lizzie and me to go down, with a large calico bag, pretty well stuffed with the
with Mazie for the holidays, snips and pieces that Mrs. Pomeroy's dress-maker
We were to stop a week in New York before we had left. The ridiculous child was perfectly de-
went to the 'Branch, just to get our little fineries lighted when all this trash was emptied into the big
together. Mazie was clever with her needle, and basket she carried, and we were so amused with
she had the idea of an astonishing bathing-dress her grimaces, that we went upon our knees and
that was to take the shine out of everything on the picked up all the scraps of flannel that were scat-
beach. Lizzie and I followed her lead, and we were tered on the floor, to add to her treasure.
all three up to our eyes in blue and gray and scarlet "Now, then, what are you going to do with the
flannels,-making a great litter of scraps and cut- rags?" I asked her, as I stuffed the last handful
tings, too,-when Catharine came up stairs,. one into the basket.
morning, with a little object of a child behind "Take 'em home to Mum," she said, with a
her.- beaming face.
Catharine is the parlor-maid, and she wanted her "Who 's Mum? Your mother ?" asked Lizzie.
mistress; but Mrs. Pomeroy had gone out to buy Mum's the woman. .Haint got any mother."
a lot of things we needed for our work,-Hercules "Is the woman good to you? Do you like her?"
braid, and smoked pearl buttons, and oiled silk for asked Lizzie again.
caps. Mazie asked her was it anything particular The object shook her flaxen head," like the
that was wanted, and where under the sun had she lady from over the Rhine," and un-civilly answered:
picked up that creature,-meaning the child, who "No, she aint !"
was the most ridiculous object you can imagine, "What makes you so glad to get the rags for
and set us all to laughing at the first glimpse. It her, then?" cried Mazie.
was dressed in such an absurd way, with a boy's "'Cause we get whacked when we don't bring
hat on its shaggy head, and a boy's jacket, with the 'em," she said, coolly. There's Jinny, an' Sally,
sleeves cut off, round its waist, and under that was an' Mary-Ann an' me, an' some of us gets whacked
a girl's little faded cotton frock, so short that it every night for not fetchin' enough. Mum's a hard
hardly covered the child's knees. Its slim bare hitter, too, she is."
arms, and its long pipe-stem legs, made you think The girls looked at each other, and Lizzie cried
of a young Shanghai before its feathers are grown; pitifully, You poor little monkey She starves
and altogether there was such a comical look about you, too, I dare say,-the horrid woman !"
it that we could n't help screaming,-though we "Well, she don't feed us werry high,-Mum
are not so hard-hearted as to laugh when it hurts don't," was the answer, with a confidential nod at
anybody's feelings, I want you to know. Lizzie. Cold mush for brekfus, an' wotever you
It didn't hurt this monkey at all. In fact, it can pick up in the street for dinner, aint none too
seemed as much amused with us as we were with it; fillin', miss. You know how it is yourself."
and stared and grinned in the drollest way while Cath- This was more than we could stand, of course. We








342 MRS. POMEROY'S PAGE. APRIL ,

screamed with laughter at the idea of Lizzie know- "And to think of our giving him quarters and
ing how it was herself;" and Mazie, as soon as she pennies !" cried Mazie.
could get her breath, ordered Catharine to take the "And sponge-cake and gingerbread!" exclaimed
child down stairs and feed her. Lizzie.
"Give her all she can possibly eat, and a whole "What do you say h/im for? I snapped out
lot of gingerbread and sponge-cake to take home crossly. The horrid little object was a girl, and
with her," said Mazie. so much the worse."
"And here, you oddity cried Lizzie, there's So it was," said Mazie, innocently. But, do
a quarter for you to keep. Mind you don't give it you know, it did n't seem to me in the least like a
to Mum, though." girl. It talked and looked like a boy."
Such eyes as that creature made I wish you "As if that made a bit of difference!" 1 said,
could have seen how they flashed like fire, at first, peevishly. Boy or girl-it's all one. The little
and then softened all over, and the way she snatched wretch has stolen Mrs. Pomeroy's thimble, and
Lizzie's hand and kissed it-actually kissed it whatever am I going to do about it? Lizzie, why
Mazie and I found some pennies to keep the quarter did you let me touch it ? You ought to have known
company, and Catharine carried the child off at last better !"
to be fed in the kitchen. Of course, it kept our Now, Lizzie is the most amiable creature in the
tongues going for awhile afterwards, and there world; but this attack took her by surprise.
was n't much sewing done, until Mazie remarked, "How could I help your touching it ? she ex-
sarcastically, that she thought we might take in claimed. And Mazie cried indignantly:
orders for bathing dresses, we were getting on so Why, Jet are n't you ashamed of yourself, to
fast. And then we all picked up our thimbles and 'blame Lizzie?"
went to work again. So they were both down upon me, and I was
Nearly all, at least, but my thimble was not to be down upon myself, for that matter; and when Mrs.
found. I couldn't remember exactly where I had Pomeroy came back with the pearl'buttons and
laid it down; yet, as I had never left the room, it things, she found us all looking as sober as a
must be somewhere around, we all agreed. How- funeral. We had asked Catharine and the cook,
ever, after scattering everything about, and upset- -and we had hunted up stairs and down; but it was
ting the work-basket, and rummaging the table- all no use, any more than my crying like a baby,
drawer, and turning things inside out, generally, which I could n't help, either.
there was still no sign of it.' Mrs. Pomeroy was lovely about it, as she is
I began to be worried; for the mischief of it was, about everything. It's her "nature to," and I
I had been using Mrs. Pomeroy's thimble; and, wish it was mine. She brushed the tears off my
besides being a very handsome one, she thought cheeks with her lace handkerchief, and said I was
everything of it for another reason. It was made not to cry. That accidents would happen, and
of a lump of Californian gold that her only brother she might have lost it, herself, in exactly the same
had dug with his own hands; and not long after way, and she did n't blame me in the least. Still I
he had it made for her, he had lost his life at the knew how sorry she was, in spite of her being so
mines. It all happened, of course, long before any sweet, and I blamed myself enough, I can tell
of us were born; but the thimble was one of Mrs. you.
Pomeroy's precious things still. We could n't talk of anything else, and the whole
I had no business to have touched it, either. It story was told over and over, till, before we knew
was just apiece of laziness not to go up stairs for my it, it was one o'clock, and the luncheon-bell rang.
own; but this lay in a work-basket conveniently I thought I should n't eat a mouthful when I went
near, and I slipped it on my finger without think- down, but there was a great dish of strawberries,
ing, which is nothing new for me, I suppose; for and the most delicious frozen custard; and one
mother says my thinking generally does come when must feel pretty bad, you know, to refuse those on
it's too late to do any good. a hot June day. I did n't refuse them, neither did
It was certainly so this time; for after all our Mazie nor Lizzie; in fact, we had a second helping,
rummaging,-and Lizzie has eyes that could find a and were getting quite cheerful over it, when sud-
needle in a haystack,-we had to give it up in de- denly a great outcry came from the kitchen regions.
spair. The thimble was n't in that room, and none We heard a scream from cook, and a sort of scat-
of us had left the room since it was seen on my tering rush out into the basement hall, and then a
finger. So there was only one conclusion,-some- screech, as if they had pounced upon a chicken.
body had carried it off; and the same thought Lizzie started up breathlessly. If it should be
flashed upon all of us at once. It was that wretched that child !" she exclaimed. "Mazie! Jet Don't
little rag-beggar you know that voice? "








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We sprang up without asking to be excused, and impidence of a little spider like that." But Mazie
rushed out into the hall, where the first thing we turned to me in her innocent way :
saw was cook struggling up the basement stairs, I told you it talked like a boy," said she;
and dragging, sure enough, our poor little Shanghai now you see."
with her. Well, we inquired, of course, why "it" wore a
"I 've got her, miss! I've got her!" she frock, and made a pretence of being a girl; and we
screamed. I spied her goin' past the windy, an' were informed, with a condescending air, that it
I jumped at her 'fore she had time to run." was "just a notion of Mum's. She said girls was
I warn't agoin' to run-now cried the child, more noticed than boys, and ladies would rather
trying to shake herself out of cook's grasp. I give 'em the rags." His own mother was dead, he
was a-comin' here a purpose to give the young lady went on to explain, and Mum had kept him two.
her thimble wot I found in the rags. You lemme years, and made him beg for her. But he was
go, I say going to cut it" now, and do something else for a
And all in a second she had twisted herself ,ut living. He'd have to keep out of Mum's way
of her old jacket, that she left in cook's hands, and after this, or she 'd make jelly of him. An' if the
darted away to Lizzie. lady could give him a old pair o' trowzes, he'd be
Here 's your thimble"-stuffing it into her werry much obliged, an' he would n't trouble her
hand-" it 's gold, aint it? Mum tried to grab it no more."
when it rolled out o' the rags, but I hooked it an' Mrs. Pomeroy asked him what he meant to do
run, cos I thought you 'd be wantin' it. Guess you for a living, and, as his answer was not perfectly
dropped it in the basket with them rags you picked satisfactory, she concluded to keep the monkey in
up off the floor." the house till Mr. Pomeroy came home. He was
So there it was, as clear as daylight. I had let made very comfortable in the kitchen, with a plate
the thimble slip off my finger,--it was rather large of strawberries and unlimited bread and butter;
for.me, anyhow,-when I was stuffing those flannel and to come to the end of my story, he has been
scraps into the basket, and the poor little monkey very comfortable ever since.
that we had been abusing for a thief, had rescued The Pomeroys are the best people in the world,
it from Mum's clutches, and braved her wrath to I do believe. They took pains to hunt up "Mum,"
restore it to us and find out whether she really had any right to
It seemed at first so impossible to believe, that the boy; and she had n't, and was an awful old
we could only stare at each other, and say, Did creature besides, and everything the little what-is-
you ever? it" said was true. So it ended in his being sent to
Mrs. Pomeroy was the first one to give the child some respectable people in the country, to be civi-
a word of praise or thanks. lized a little; and when we came back from the
You're an honest little girl," she began, and Branch there was such a good report of him that
a brave little girl. You shall certainly- ." Mrs. Pomeroy brought him home, and made him
But, before she could finish her sentence, that her little page. He opens the door for us when-
child interrupted her. ever we go over to see Mazie, and gives us all a
"I aint a honest little girl-I aint a brave little beaming smile. But Lizzie is his adoration. He
girl-I aint a girl at all! he jerked out. I'mi considers her an angel, Mrs. Pomeroy says, on
a boy, I am, an' I don't care what Mum says, I account of that quarter, I suppose; and was quite
aint going to have no more nonsense about it." disappointed when he discovered that the thimble
And he held up his head and spread out his was n't hers after all.
comical little legs with such a lord-of-creation air, One of these days, when he's a little bigger and
-well, you never saw anything like it, and it's no stronger, he 's to be Mr. Pomeroy's office boy.
use trying to describe it, or to express our amaze- And, after that, what's to hinder his being a lawyer
ment. Catharine declared afterwards, that it made and a statesman, and a member of Congress, may
her feel all over in spots, whatever that means; be ? Would n't it be funny, though? and all to
and cook said that "it bate Banagher, to see the grow out of a thimble !






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THE WRONG BIRD,

BY PAUL FORT.

ABOUT three miles back of the little village of string would have been longer, but a great many
Gramville, on the Putan River, not far from its eggs were broken, of course, before they reached
junction with the Osouri, lived one of the hap- the cabin; and Isham's mother sometimes remark-
piest boys in the world. His name was Isham ed, late of a Saturday evening, that she "washed
Ricks; his father and mother were two colored more egg out er dat boy's breeches pockets, ebry
persons; his home was a very small and rather dil- week, dan would a hatched a gang o' turkeys,-ef
apidated log-cabin; his week-day clothes consisted dey 'd been turkey eggs, and had been kep' in de
of one shirt, one pair of trowsers and one suspender; shell."
and on Saturday night his mother generally washed One day in spring, when Isham's mother had
the trowsers and shirt for Sunday. looked all the morning as if she were on the point
In the establishment of the Ricks family, meal- of singing out "You Isham !" the boy was glad to
time came very irregularly. It was often quite im- get an invitation from Uncle Andrew Barnes to go
possible, judging merely by the time of day, to tell with him to the mountain to get tan-bark. Uncle
whether a meal was breakfast, dinner, or supper; Andrew had a pair of old mules and a wagon, and
and as one meal was generally very much like an- he wanted Isham to mind the team while he col-
other, there was often no other way of finding out. elected the bark.
Still it made but little difference to the Ricks The "mountain" was four or five miles away,
family. When his mother called him to come and and was covered by a forest, and it was always a
eat, Isham 'was always. ready. He didn't care rare treat to Isham to go there.
whether it was dinner or supper. You might have About noon the old mules stopped beneath a big
called it dejeuner A la fourchette, if you liked, and tree near the foot of the mountain, and, after a
it would have been all the same to him, if you only snack" of ash-cake and potatoes, Uncle Andrew
gave him plenty of bacon gravy, went to work cutting and stripping oak-bark from'
There were but two things that caused Isham the trunks of trees he had cut down on a previous
sorrow. One of these was to have his mother come visit, and Isham set about minding the team.
to the door of the cabin and call out, You Isham 1" This he did by unbuckling one of the lines and
Then he knew she wanted him to do something,- tying the mules fast to a black-gum tree, waiting,
to go after water, to cut wood, or something of that however, until Uncle Andrew had commenced
kind. When she called out, 0 Isham then work at a little distance.
he ran gladly, for he knew it meant corh-bread and "Dar now," said Isham. "Ef dey pull dat tree
bicon fat. Now, as Isham's nature did not crave up by de roots dey's smarter mules dan I takes 'em
work, he very much disliked the sound of "You fur."
Isham!" So off he went, bird-nesting.
Another thing that sometimes troubled this gen- He did not find his search very encouraging, for
erally-jolly little black boy, was hot water and he rambled a long distance without discovering any
soap. signs of a bird's nest. But at last he was rewarded
But we will not enlarge upon this topic now. by seeing a large bird fly from the top of a tall tree
Isham was almost always free to do as he pleased, that stood by itself in a somewhat open place in the
and he was fat and happy. forest.
He fished in the creek, he set traps for hares, and Isham instantly ran to the tree, and peering up
he climbed trees for bird-nests (for which he would through the branches, his quick eyes perceived a
have been whipped had his father been the right great mass of sticks and twigs, that he knew must
kind of a man). On the whole, bird-nesting was Ish- be a nest. But what a whopper! It seemed big
am's greatest delight. He could climb the tallest enough to hold him, and his father and mother
trees, and go out on branches where it would make besides.
you tremble to see even an opossum venture. He "Dat dar big bird must a been a turkey," said
had brought home eggs of nearly every kind of Isham. What a powerful dumb turkey dat ar is,
bird that could be found on the Putan River, and to bil she nes' up a tree Laws a massy S'pose
the whole ones were strung on a string and hung she's done gone and laid it full o' eggs! "
up over the fireplace at home. If he had had This thought had no sooner darted through his
anything but his pockets to carry his eggs in, his brain than Isham.began to climb the tree. He
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346 WOOD-CARVING. APRIL,

went up rapidly; barefooted and active, he climbed was only anxious about what it was going to do,
like a young monkey. and he was very much afraid that his bones would
When he had nearly reached the top, Isham be added to those in the nest above.
noticed, in a big crotch in the tree, a part of the Now he yelled louder and louder for Uncle An-
skeleton of some animal, apparently that of a sheep drew; but his voice disturbed the eagle, which
or a pig; and as he looked up, he saw other bones again came down to offer war.
projecting out from the edge of the nest. Isham began to be desperate.
Whew said Isham. 'T aint a nest, may ." You git out, dar he cried. Ef I could git
be ? P'rap it's nuffin but a pig's berryin' groun' a stick, I 'd bat you head in "
No, 'taint! Dey could n't git up so high." But there was no stick convenient.
At this instant there was a rush and a whir in Just as he was considering the propriety of de-
the air, and right at Isham came an enormous fending himself with some sheep-ribs that were
eagle stuck in a crotch near him, Isham heard a shout
With wings outspread, eyes flashing, and great from below.
talons and beak ready to tear him to pieces, the Uncle Andrew had heard his cries, and had come
eagle dashed at him; but, quick as a flash, Isham at last.
entrenched himself behind a large limb. For a "Look out dar, you Isham cried Uncle An-
moment he was too much frightened to open his drew; and up came a big stick, hurled with all the
mouth; but as the eagle made lunge after lunge at strength of Andrew's strong arm. Isham dodged,
him, which he avoided only by slipping around the and so did the eagle. Then up came another stick,
limb, he cried: and another, and a heavy stone, and a mass of roots
"Go 'way dar Uncle Andrew/ 0, Wuncle and earth, and anything that Uncle Andrew could
A nd- Stop dat Git out Uncle An- lay hands upon. Isham came within an inch and
D-R-E-W ! a-quarter of having his brains knocked out, but the
The eagle did not seem to mind this shouting, eagle got the worst of it. Several of the missiles
but continued his attack, without, however, gaining struck him, and, astonished at this sudden attack,
any advantage, Isham being so very nimble, he flew away.
Then the eagle offered a little truce, and flew up Isham lost no time in getting down out of that
to his nest to see if anything there had been dis- tree.
turbed. "You done got de wrong bird dat time," said
Now Isham thought his chance had come, and Uncle Andrew,. grimly.
he began to slide quietly from behind the limb. Isham hung his head.
But as soon as he moved, down came the eagle, "I mus' go mind dem mules," said he; and
and Isham was glad to take his former position of away he ran.
safety. After that, Isham lost his taste for bird-nesting.
The eagle soon left him again, but the poor boy He would not go up a tree after any nest, no mat-
was afraid to move. ter how small it was. This adventure made such
He knew now that it was n't a turkey that had an impression upon him, that the fear of meeting
attacked him, nor even a buzzard. He did n't an eagle was added to his two chronic sorrows;
think about eagles, but had an idea that it was and as for eggs, he lost all taste for them, and
some kind of an elephantine chicken-hawk. But gave the string he had collected to little 'Lijah
he did not puzzle his brain about what it was. He Allen.




WOOD- CARVING.

BY GEORGE A. SAWYER.

PART III.
I SHALL describe in this article a little picture- This frame is made of a single .piece of thin
frame, which, I trust, will be good practice for our wood of any available kind. I have used cigar-box
young workmen. I give a reduced sketch of the cedar with good results; or thin walnut would be
finished frame, and full-sized outlines of the separ- satisfactory, only the wood should be not much
ate parts, so that they may be traced on paper and thicker than ordinary cigar-box stuff. And it re-
used directly as patterns. quires a piece six and a-half inches long, by five








1874.1 WOOD-CARVING. 347


and a-fourth wide to make a frame suitable for a use thin pasteboard, covered with tinted or gilt
cabinet-sized photograph. Cut the wood, if pos- paper. This piece of veneer or pasteboard, which
sible, a trifle larger than this, say one-sixteenth of should be a little larger than the frame, is to be
an inch, to allow for accidents. Trace on paper
the full-sized pattern, No. 2, and copy the half fig-
ure shown. Then turn the paper around, match
the dividing line, and trace the figure again, so
that when finished it will complete the whole figure.
Then transfer the tracing to your wood, and you
are ready to begin sawing. 0
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FIG. I. DESIGN FOR FRAME (REDUCED).
Drill holes through each of the panels and the
oval centre-piece. Insert your fine saw and saw
out the pieces. Drill the holes in the left-hand
corners of each figure and set the saw in the saw-
frame, sidewise, so that the frame will be on the
right-hand side, and out of the way, and you will
have no difficulty in cutting out these figures, being
always careful to hold the saw as nearly upright as
possible and to make the cut at right angles to the
surface of the wood.
The outside edge of the frame and the inside
edge around the oval should be somewhat rounded,
or leveled off; and this may be done roughly with
a knife, and finished with sand-paper. The edges
of the corner panels require only dressing with files
and sand-paper. FIG. 2. OUTLINES OF FRAME (FULL SIZE).
We want now a piece of veneer of any kind of
wood which will contrast well in color with the glued or pasted to the back of the frame; and an
frame. Rosewood answers well; or if you have a oval cut out about one-fourth of an inch smaller
difficulty in procuring veneers, which can be had than the oval of the frame, leaving an edge of this
at almost any cabinet-maker's shcp, you may width all around the inside to form what is called a







348 WOOD-CARVING. [APRIL,

mat, and which will give relief and beauty by its with knife, files, and the little chisels in the handle
contrast of color and surface. of tools, previously described, carve out the figures
In glueing the veneer, or pasting a paper mat, as best you can. I am sorry that no written de-
put the glue or paste on the frame itself, and not scription will tell exactly how this is done, but, with
on the veneer or paper, and do not put it on any the figure as an aid; I hope it will not be a very
thicker than is necessary to barely cover the wood. difficult task.
Lay the frame down on the veneer, and put a heavy I can offer, however, a few hints. Use only very
weight upon it, or screw it up between clamps, sharp tools; always cut with the grain of the wood,
Scrape off all surplus glue which is pressed out, and stop a trifle short of the mark, finishing up to
and then trim off the outer edge of the veneer, it with renewed care. The stamens of the haw-
which, you remember, was to have been cut a trifle thorn blossom must be cut around with the point
larger than the frame, until it is even with the outer of the knife, and each petal gouged out carefully
edge of the' frame. from outside toward the inner. Cut all the leaves
We now need some strips of any kind of wood, a little lower down than the flowers, to give the lat-
about three-eighths of an inch thick, and of the ter greater relief; and do this also with the petals
same width. These are to be glued to the back of of the daisy, leaving the centre of the flower raised
the frame around the edges to make a recessed a little, and rounding off the edges.
space, into which is put first the glass, then-if you After the carvings are finished, give the whole
use a veneer instead of pasteboard-a narrow mat frame a good rubbing with fine sand-paper, and
of white or gilt paper, which is shown by the inner 'glue the carvings into their places, being careful to
oval line in Fig. 2. Then the picture is put on this have them in the middle of the panels. The whole
mat, and all secured by a thin pasteboard or light frame may then receive two or three coats of shellac
wooden back. varnish, or it may be rubbed with raw linseed oil,
Figure 2 also shows the two styles of carvings though the latter will stain the holly if it touches it.
for the corners. These should be made of white My attention has been called to the language
holly, as this is the finest-grained and most avail- used in my last article, in regard to treadle ma-
able wood for the purpose, and the wood should be chines, which, it is said, must be used very care -
a trifle thinner than the wood of which the outside fully." This expression may create a misappre-
of the frame is composed. Trace on writing paper hension, which I desire to correct. The machines
the outlines of the figure, and mark it on the wood need really no more careful management than a
and saw it out. Then, with a pencil, make a rough sewing machine, which, indeed, in their action they
copy of the lines of the flowers on the wood, and closely resemble, and I can safely recommend them.












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WRECKED AT HOME.

BY NOAH BROOKS.

PART II.
LEFT alone on Grampus Rock, with all sign of But what to burn ? Here were the matches, but
rescue fading away into the night, things looked no wood.
pretty dismal for the ten shipwrecked boys. Some Let's burn the boat cried Jem. Connor.
of us had never slept away from home before in our Little Sam burst into tears. You shan't burn
lives,-unless, perhaps, when we lay in hay-mows my father's boat," he said.
and barns, on the night before Fourth o' July." Pho there's nothing left of her but small
For on that night, at twelve precisely, it was the pieces. We are in for it now, and it '11 be no worse
custom of the entire boy population
of Airport to ring the church bell-
the "town bell" we called it--and
build a bonfire on the Common. I
These amusements were forbidden,
being destructive to the sleep of the
older people, to say nothing of burn-
ing fences and dry-goods boxes. So
we escaped from home and hid away
in hay-lofts, until the hour when
the clangor of the town-bell and the
flames of bonfires should banish sleep
from the entire town for the rest of
the night.
I say, fellers," said Jack Adams,
this is like sleeping out night be-
fore Fourth o' July."
Bill Keeler whimpered: But we
aint got no fire." Bill's grammar
always was a little shaky.
Fire! There was an idea! If we
only had a fire, it would not be so
lonesome. But there was nothing to
burn, it seemed; and Dandy Blake
said that fish-bones and sea-weed
'would not catch afire, even if we had
matches.
Matches Who had any matches ?
It would be strange if,'out of ten
boys, at least one-half did not have
some stray matches among the odd
lumber stored in their pockets. There
was a general rummaging, and pock-
ets turned inside out gave forth nails,
twine, -chalk, fish-hooks, sinkers, :- s- -
knives and other such valuables; and
in Ben Dennett's vest pocket,-for
Bell wore a real waistcoat,--were ,,
Ben woreWE RUSHED AT THE WRECK LIKE HUNGRY WOLVES."
found three matches In Rufe Park-
er's jacket was found one more. It had worked to make a fire of the old thing than to make a
through a hole in his pocket, and slipped down wreck of her, anyhow."
into a corner of the lining, where it was captured And we shall catch it, anyhow," added Bill
with great triumph. Keeler, gloomily. So we may as well be hung







350 WRECKED AT HOME. [A*PR,

for an old sheep as a lamb." Still, the idea of Ben Dennett, dropping his armful of wood, dashed
burning even the fragments of old Snowman's boat into the water, struck out bravely, grasped Jerry by
was a little appalling, even to us shipwrecked young his long, red hair and dragged him into shallow
mariners. water. As they regained the shore, Jerry, dropping
"I move we burn the Red Rover," said Jack his bit of timber, which he had held all the time,
Adams, removing his battered cap by way of mak- rubbed his head ruefully, and said, You need n't
ing himself presiding officer. All in favor of that have pulled a feller's hair so."
will say 'aye,'-contrary-minded, 'no.' It 's a "That's the way always to save a drowning
vote," he added, as a shrill chorus of ayes rose on man," said Ben. "Aint it so in story-books? You
the chill air. know the hero seizes the other hero by his flow-
A melancholy procession of boys took up the line ing locks, and all that sort of thing."
of march over the rock to the other side, where the But the rest of the boys executed a sort of war-
main part of the wreck still lay. The old hatchet dance around the heroic Ben, doing him honor for
was found under the after-part of the boat, where saving two lives that day. We had not forgotten
it had been left. Armed with this, Ben Dennett that he took Tommy Collins on his back when we
struck the first blow, shivering off a huge chunk of were wrecked; and nobody thought it less heroic
pitchy pine in an instant. This set an example, because the water then was only knee-deep.
and we all rushed at the wreck like hungry wolves, The roaring fire put a different look on things
each one tearing away a slice, Sam Snowman viewing right away. Basking in the cheerful blaze, we
with the rest in the work. watched the limpets broiling on the hot stones, for
With great glee,-laughing and joking at our we were ravenously hungry, and even these tough
misfortune,-we lugged the wood over the ragged morsels of shell-fish tasted very nice. There was
spur of rock to the leeward, where we were out of no water, and the hot, salty limpets made us some-
the wind. Some slivers of dry pine and fragments what thirsty. But the Fairport boys were not used
of newspaper from somebody's pocket served as to whimpering much; and though some of them
kindling. One of Ben Dennett's matches was care- licked their chops, as they looked across at the little
fully scratched on a dry stone under his cap, the stone farm-house at the entrance of the harbor and
entire company crowding around to keep off the remembered the nice brown pans of milk in the
air. It fizzed a little, sputtered, choked Ben so dairy, nobody complained.
that he gasped for breath, then-it went out. Some of the little fellows were dozy, but not
Three were left. Another and another were one of us thought of going to sleep. It was.pretty
scratched, each'boy holding his breath; and each clear that we could not be found until daylight;
went out irresolutely. Ben had wet his matches and Jem Conner's suggestion that we put our fire
when he went overboard, on top of the rock so that it might be seen from
Rufe's one match was all we had left. Little town, was scouted as a wild and extravagant project.
Tommy began to tremble with fear and cold as that Who would see the fire so far off? And who
was produced and anxiously drawn across the sur- would bother themselves about us, anyhow ?"
face dfa smooth, dry stone. It fizzed, crackled into That was boy-reasoning. Yet, at that very mo-
a clear flame, and in a moment a bright yellow ment, and all through that anxious night, the
blaze was leaping up from the little knot of pine island-dotted bay, the rotting wharves, the marsh
and dry sea-grass. Each boy gave a great hurrah and the spruce-covered pastures were searched pain-
of joy; and we had a jolly fire. fully by anxious men and mothers, who could not
We brought over, bit by bit, the entire wreck of give up their children for-lost.
the once proud Red Rover of the Bloody Seas, and Unconscious of the pother which our absence
prepared for the long night before us. Some of was making in the distant, unsleeping town, we
the fragments of the old craft had floated away and little midgets perched ourselves on the rocks about
were lost. Some were rescued from the detached the fire, and told stories.
rocks, where they had lodged. Jerry Murch waded "Give us 'The Drummer-Boy,"' said Bill
out into the swirling tide and secured a piece of the Keeler.
broken gunwale, which he particularly coveted. This was one of Rufe Parker's stories, inherited
Leaving the rock to return, he cut his bare foot on from his grandfather's time, but common property
a sharp shell, and, giving a little howl of pain, in Fairport. Every Fairport boy knew the story of
tumbled over into the current, which bore. him the drummer-boy's melancholy ghost; but Rufe
swiftly away. always told it well.
Speechless with terror, and with mouths wide "No, don't let's have that; it's a ghost story,"
open, the boys stood helplessly looking at their said little Sam Snowman, glancing around the
comrade as he was swept out from Grampus. But gloomy picture with a scared look.







1874.1 WRECKED AT HOME. 351


Oh! bother the ghost," said Ben. I've heard away before the dungeon in old Fort George was
it lots of times. Heave ahead, Rufe. Who's visited by anybody. The war-- Oh! I forgot to
afeared ? say, in the right place,'that this was in the Revolu-
As Ben was the hero of two rescues from drown- tionary War. The war was over, and some people
ing, he was allowed to have his way, and Rufe then thought they would explore the dungeon, to see if,
told his tale. mayhap, they might find some curiosities, and,
It was a wild and gloomy night in the month mayhap, some-stores of gold and silver. But there,
of March in a dark and dismal corner, their tin lantern,-for
"No, no," broke in Jem Conner. "'It was a they had one of those tin lanterns from Rowell's
tempest-tossed and weeping night in the month of store,--their tin lantern showed them a heap of
March.' That's the way it goes. I've heard it skeleton bones bent over a rusty, dusty drum. -It
lots of times." was the little drummer-boy, aged fifteen "
"'Taint, neither," replied Rufe, angrily. "And Proceeding in a ghostly whisper, and glancing
I just want to know who's telling the story,-you around on his terrified audience, so as to mark the
or I ?" effect, Rufe went on:
Oh! shut up, Jem," said several of the boys; When Fort George was evacuated, it was the
and Rufe, somewhat heated
in this interruption, went on:
It was a wild and gloomy
night in the month of March"
(with a withering glance at
Jem), when the British
abandoned Fort George, sit-
uated on the heights of
Fairport. They went away
in such haste that they for-
got a little drummer-boy,
aged fifteen, who was in
prison in the dungeon,--the
which you may now see in
ruins in the lower left-hand
corner of the fort, as you go
in from the side towards
town; but the roof's fallen
in, so that you can't see all
of the dungeon, but you can
see where it was, and us fel-
lers have been in there many RUFE TELLS HIS STORY.
a time, and know it's so."
Taking a long breath, Rufe proceeded: Well, fifteenth of March, Seventeen Hundred and Some-
this poor little drummer-boy, aged fifteen, when he thing or other; and now, on the fifteenth of March,
heard the soldiers marching away in a hurry, every year, his ghost comes to the old dungeon and
jumped up and beat 'The Retreat' on his drum, beats his ghostly drum. People don't remember
which he happened to have with him; but in vain. it, sometimes; but when it is another wild and
Though he beat his drum with uncommon energy, gloomy night in the month- of March,. they hear
and made a deuce of a row, he could n't attract from the old fort the hollow rolling of the drum.
the attention of his departing comrades, who Then they say, 'It's the fifteenth of March,' and
marched off in double-quick time, for the Amer- so. it is. And, last March, me and Bill Williams
icans were after 'em,-and so left their unfortunate hid behind Oliver Bridges' house, and we heard
drummer-boy shut up in the dungeon-aged fif- the drum, just as sure as a gun. It was an un-
teen." common wild and gloomy night, just like this"
"But he was aged fifteen once before," inter- (the stars were shining thickly in the sky while
posed Tommy Collins, whose eyes were as big as Rufe was talking); "and, if we'd waited, we would
saucers. have seen the ghost of the little British drummer-
"Oh, cork up, youngster !" said Ben Dennett. boy, aged fifteen."
" Heave ahead, Rufe." Some of the chubby faces about the fire grew
"A great many months, mayhap years, passed pale as this blood-curdling story was concluded.








352 WRECKED AT HOME. [APRIL,

The place seemed more lonely than ever, while the And jumping down on the other side, the whole
boys listened to the soft lapping of the waves on mob of boys tumbled over Jem Conner, who was
the rocks and the far-off note of the sea on the lying under a crag, howling in his hands, speaking-
wide shores of the bay. It was late,-how late no- trumpet fashion, and making all these unearthly
body knew; we had nothing but the stars to tell noises just for a lark.
the time. Most of us were dreadfully sleepy; but Oh, you scarecrows said he. Before I 'd
everybody was top much afraid to sleep. What be fooled so !"
might not happen in the darkness and silence of He had stolen away while Rufe was telling the
the night ? ghost story; and he knew just about when to come
As we boys crouched together about the flicker- in with his chorus of groans and yells. He had the
ing fire, suddenly cries of distress and horror were tale of the drummer-boy all by heart.
heard from the other side of the rock. There were "Pshaw who was afraid? We knew it was
sounds of groans and shrieks for an instant; then you," said Jerry Murch.
all was still. Again, the yells and cries grew more Of course, we did," said little Snowman, his
and more sharp, as of a person in mortal anguish ; .teeth still rattling like a pair of castanets.
then they sank away in a sobbing groan. Every But Jack Adams. said it was a mean joke,-so it
boy stood at once on his feet, his eyes starting from was,-to try to scare a lot of little fellows like that.
his head, his form motionless; and not a word was Jack was almost always right.
said. Bill Keeler's seal-skin cap actually rose three Finding their way back to the fire, the excited
inches on the top of his head, held there by his boys sang a few mournful little songs about Old
white hair, which stood on end with terror. You Dog Tray, who was gentle and was kind, and
could have hung your hat on Rufe Parker's eyes, whose tail hung down behind, just like any other
they stuck out so. Old Dog Tray; but it was a very dull business.
Nobody stirred. Jack Adams was the first to One by one they sank off to slumber, and all was
speak: still save the low wash of the waves, the solitary cry
Let's go and see what it is !" of a night-hawk overhead, and an occasional snivel
And away he dashed, like a brave old mutineer from a heap of legs and arms where some of the
of the ship Bounty, as-he was, before his comrades poor little old soldiers were dreaming of home.
could still their chattering teeth long enough to say Once, towards morning, there was a general
" No." Every boy followed Jack, each one afraid alarm. One of the boys, awaking from a troubled
of being left behind, sleep, caught sight of a sail creeping down by Nau-
tilus Island. He sang out,
hastily, Sail ahoy !" But
the little craft was too far off
to hear his hail. The half-
awakened boys stood discon-
solately about, rubbing their
S aching limbs and eagerly
watching as the sail, ghostly
in the grey dawn, faded away
in the mist and disappeared
behind Holbrook's. We left
the water's edge, and, seek-
ing our uneasy bed once
more, slept brokenly until
sunrise.
It seemed a moment after,
-but it must have been sev-
eral hours, for the sun was
rising over Kench's Mountain,
-when I was awakened by
the rattle of oars pulled nois-
"THE HALF-AWAKENED BOYS STOOD EAGERLY WATCHING.," ily into a boat, and the sound
of voices. Starting up in the
Half-way over the rock, there came'another loud, chilly air, I beheld Gitchell's boat, her keel just
wild cry. This time we heard the startling words: grating op the rocky beach of our island. In the
"Help! help! help !" bow stood Old Gitchell, with the painter in his








1874.J WRECKED AT HOME. 353


hand. He saw the boys rising, one by one, from morning; and in many happy homes a great cloud
the rocks. The remark he made was, "Wal, I of sorrow was lifted as* the young prodigals were
swan to man!" welcomed with smoking breakfasts, and with that
Uncle Oliver, Capt. Bakeman and 'Si Redman little show of feeling which a New England cool
were in the boat. They had been searching for us self-restraint permitted.
all night. The harbor had been ex-
plored in every direction; and now,
towards morning, the whole distance
as far up as Nigger Island having
been covered, they had extended
their search to Grampus, but with
faint hopes of finding the young
brood so far out to sea.
We were rescued. And nothing
in life ever tasted so good as the
half-warm water which we found in
a small keg on board. There was
nothing to eat, though Old Gitchell,
with a dark grin, offered us a chunk
of pigtail tobacco, on which he
allayed his own hunger.
What a triumphal voyage was that
which we made homeward! A soft
westerly breeze sprang up with the
sun; the clumsy old boat, dear to
fishing excursions and chowder par-
ties, seemed a barge of beauty.
Somewhat lame and sore with our
uneasy rest on the rocks, and faint
with long fasting, we boys were joy-
ful enough to forget all trial and
entertained our rescuers with mar-
velous tales of our night's adven- -
tures.
As the old craft drew near the
town, the news of our coming
spread; for the boys swarmed over
the gunwale and crowed prodigiously
their greetings. The wharf was
dotted with tearful parents, sisters
and brothers, some of the latter
looking half-envious at the heroes "AS THE OLD CRAFT DREW NEAR THE TOWN."
of the rescue. We were received
with open arms. Nobody thought of scolding. It was a peaceful end to what at one time seemed
A great terror had been removed. Each father a most perilous adventure. Looking back at it now
and mother, I suppose, thought, For this my son over the still lapse of years, it does seem like a nar-
was lost and is found, was dead and is alive." row escape. Perhaps we truant youngsters were
Even old man Snowman, as he took little Sam much to blame for the night of tearful apprehension
into his big arms, brushed a drop of dew off his which we brought into the quiet old town. Per-
weather-beaten cheek with the back of his tarry haps,-and who shall say that each one did not de-
hand, and only said, "You blamed little rat !" serve to ",catch it," as little Sam expected he
There was rejoicing in Fairport that summer should when he reached home after the wreck?







354 LITTLE "WIDE-AWAKE." APRIL ,





LITTLE "WIDE-AWAKE."

BY MARY A. LATHBURY.



























LITTLE star! little star! And the queer, wise men that watch us
Nine o'clock, and here you are, Through their telescopes, will catch us
Blinking like a sleepy bird! Losing time; and then the bother
"Wide-awake?" Upon my word! They will have.with one another,-
When the starlets, one by one, Spying out the reason why
And the great, round, golden sun Things go cross-wise in the sky !
Have gone down, down, down, down And your Mamma Moon always
Behind the trees, behind the town, (So the almanac man says)
To their bed beyond the hill, Is to blame for everything.
You are not to linger still. So just cease your questioning,
You've been all day with the sun, And go put your little head
And your shining time is done. Down behind the hills to bed;
Hustle hustle naughty child Or a comet that is roaming
I shall just be driven wild. Through the heavens will be coming.
For we always have to go Hustle little star, I say,-
By the almanac, you know; Nine o'clock. Away! away!








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NIMPO'S TROUBLES.

BY OLIVE THORNE.

CHAPTER VIII. "Yes; have you got some?" asked Rush,
NEW ARRIVALS. eagerly.
Heaps,-done found em in a squirrel's nest,"
NIMPO dreamed about Sam on Monday night, said the boy, leading the way to a shed. Rush fol-
and on Tuesday, as soon as school was over, she lowed, while the girls sat down on a log, and com-
and Anna Morris, after a delightful visit to the pared kittens, discussing their points with great
store, where Cousin Will cut off the dress," interest.
started to take the precious parcel to Sarah. Rush In the shed Rush saw a box that would hold half
joined them at the edge of the woods. Sarah, who a bushel, nearly full of beech nuts, and every one
received her visitors graciously, cuffed half-a-dozen shelled. They were as clean and neat as could be,
of the Johnson children out of the cabin, and cut and the boy filled all Rush's pockets to the very
out the body of the dress, then and there, -with top, and told him he would give him more the
many a comment as to what "yer ma'd say 'bout next time he came
it." Rush showed them to the girls with great glee,
Just as Nimpo turned to go she saw a new attrac- and offered them some, but they told him they
tion in an old basket in the corner,-an old cat and preferred to shell their own nuts, and Nimpo said
a whole family of kittens. she thought it was abominable to steal away the
Oh, how cunnihg !" she cried, running over to winter food of a whole family.
them; "may I take one? Oh, aint they lovely! "Poor little squirrel!" said she; "think how
How many are there ?" long he had to work to take all those shells off, and
Anna and Rush, who had stood by the door, you boys to go and steal them away I think it's
feeling rather awkward, came in, followed by the mean, so there !"
little Johnsons. All crowded at once around the Rush replied, as well as he could with his mouth
basket. full of the delicious little sharp-cornered nuts, that
They're 'mazin' peart kittens," said Mrs. John- she need n't think the squirrel family would starve,
son; take one along, if ye want it." because he happened to know that they had all
Oh, may I ?-thank you," said Nimpo. "I'll been caught and served up in a pie at the John-
be very glad to have one." sons', last Sunday.
Y'r welcome; they aint much 'count, no way; Such a time as the children had carrying the kit-
th' other gal kin have one, too, and the boy,-if he tens home Not that the little things tried to get
wants it." away, but they were so squirmy and slippery-as
There was great excitement for a few minutes, Nimpo said,-that unless you held them almost too
looking over the family, and selecting the pret- tightly, you could n't tell whether you had them or
tiest. not. Besides, there were constant temptations to
May we take them now?" asked Nimpo. .sit down on every mossy mound they came to and
Sure nuff, if ye like to take 'em," replied Mrs. compare kittens.'
Johnson. But their troubles had not commenced.
"Had n't ye better wait till y'r ma done come To begin with, Mrs. Primkins lifted her hands in
back? May be Miss Primkin don't favor kittens," horror the moment she saw them.
suggested Sarah. Lands what next! Now you children need n't
O, no said Nimpo and Rush, in the same bring any cats here I can't abide cats."
breath; while Nimpo added, She need n't see They won't trouble you any," Nimpo hastened
them; we'll keep them up stairs. Indeed, I want to say, "for we'll keep them up stairs and take
mine now !" And she hugged her kitten as though care of them. And they 're not cats,-they 're only
she never could be separated from it.- kittens."
When they were outside of the door, one of the Well, mind I don't see them down here," said
Johnson boys stood there. He was one who had the neat housekeeper. I guess your ma won't
been to their house to see Sarah, so they knew him let you keep them, any way."
a little. I guess she will !" Rush broke in, indignantly.
"Want some nuts?" he asked, showing all his She lets us have as many as we like. I had six,.
white teeth, once,-big cats !"








356 NIMPO'S TROUBLES. [APRIL,

Well, then, she aint much like me !" said Mrs. them Mupp Kitty," because they were soft and
Primkins, as they started up stairs. furry, and looked like mamma's muff, which he was
No; I 'm happy to say she is n't," said Nimpo, very fond of.
feelingly, after the door was shut. Kitty got mupp boots on," he said to Nimpo,
The kittens made a difference in their bleak the first time he saw their little soft feet. He
little rooms, somehow. Nimpo did not cry so often played with them for hours while Nimpo and Rush
as before. They were so cunning, so playful, and were away at school.
so affectionate. Then they were wonderful kittens in other re-
They had their soft little bed in a snug box in a aspects, as well as in their names; and their train-
corner of the room, though I 'm sure they never ing and education were more wonderful still.


















slept in it, for they went to bed-with the children CHAPTER IX.
T IN TE FMI





Nmpos kitten was black and white, and was






















named Squitzimaning." This was an original BEFORE the kittens had been in their attic home
and study. Rush's was a fine grey, and was called One day, after school, Nimpo rushed up stairs, as












"Minzeyboo,"-another original name. These l usual, to see the kittens. There was Minzeyboo
4 'I/ il'. I I- .. i....




Minzey for every-day use. tongue, and then she was ready for a frolic.



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never thought of going down stairs hunted under beds, behind trunks and boxes, and


MRS. PRIMKINS 'CAN'T ABIDE CATS."
slept in it, for they went to bedwith the children CHAPTER IX.


named whSquitcimaning. This was an original BEFORE the kittens had been see ir attic home
name, you see, and cost many hours of thought a week, one of them met with a dreadful accident.
and study. Rush's was a fine grey, and was called ne day, after school, Nimpo rushed up stairs, as
Minzeyboo," -another original name. These 'usual, to see the kittens. There was Minzeyboo
high-sounding names, however, were only for grand tast asleep on the bed. She vaked up, stretched
occasions; they were shortened into Squitz and out, yawned, and curled up her droll little red
Minzey for every-day use. tongue, and then she was ready for a frolic.
They soon got used to their new quarters, and But Squitz was nowhere to be seen. Nimpo
never thought of going down stairs, hunted under beds, behind trunks and boxes, and
They played in the bedrooms, and in the at- everywhere, but could not find her. Just as she
tic proper, which was between their rooms and was about to go down stairs to see if she had
Augusta's. strayed away, she thought she heard a faint, far-off
They were great pets with Robbie, who called mew.







1874.1 NIMPO'S TROUBLES. 357

Once more she searched everywhere; but no things; I believe, if we can get something down to
kitty. Then she heard the mew again, and this her, she '11 hold on and let us draw her up."
'time she listened attentively. It came from the But what can we put down ?" asked Rush.
side of the attic, and to Nimpo's horror, down be- "Let me see; it must be something easy to take
tween the walls, a tight hold of,-something that will catch her
You young folks who have played in attics know claws. Oh dear I can't think. I wish I was
about these treacherous holes between the beams home; there are lots of things there."
of the house, where the floor stops, and in which I 'll tell you 1" shouted Rush, my tippet !"
you have lost balls and tops and other treasures. "Yes, that's just the thing," said Nimpo; "but
They seem to be left there just for traps to catch that's at home, but wait,-I guess I've got my
things. little knit scarf that grandma sent me. I brought
Well, poor Squitzimaning, in playing around, it because I could n't bear to leave it." And Nim-
had gone too near one of those dreadful holes, and po rushed to her trunk, turned the things out in a
there she was, away down at the bottom of it, on a pile on the floor, and near the bottom found the
level with the floor of the chambers below, prob- pretty blue and white scarf she was so fond of.
ably hurt by her fall, and perhaps half-starved. She looked at it lovingly.
How to get her out, was the first question. By I hate to spoil it; but I can't leave poor Squitz
this time Rush had come, and all three were in the there."
-deepest distress. The scarf was too short, of course, so they tied
S "Of course we'll have to break a hole in the to one end of it a string, which Rush produced
wall, down stairs," said Nimpo; and down they from his pocket. Then they tried to put it down,
went to get the axe. but it caught.on every rough place, and would not
"What do you want with the axe?" asked Mrs. go far.
Primkins, as Rush went through the kitchen, drag- We must have something heavy on it to carry
going that useful tool. it down," said Nimpo. So they cut a hole in it,
I was just coming to speak to you about it," and slipped inside a hair-brush. This time it did
said Nimpo, who now appeared. Our kitty has not stick. Letting it out slowly and carefully, not
fallen in between the walls, and we want to break to crush. Squitz, Nimpo sent down the whole
.a little hole, and get her out." length of string. When the brush touched the
Nimpo spoke eagerly, but her heart died within bottom of the hole, she let it rest a minute, and
her as she saw the look of indignation in Mrs. began to draw up. Kitty was mewing all the time
Primkins' face. now; she seemed to know they were trying to help
Break a hole in my wall for' a paltry cat! I her, and Nimpo kept talking to her.
guessso, indeed! Rush, you just take that axe back "It seems heavier," said she; "I do believe
to the wood-shed, and be spry about it, and don't she's on !" And just then they heard a mew so
you dare to touch my wall. Pretty doings, I de- much nearer that they knew she was on. But
clare she went on, in her wrath, while they were rejoicing, the little weight dropped
What shall we do to get her out ?" asked Nim- off. Then came a sorrowful wail, and all was
po, ready to cry. She's so hungry, and I'm still.
afraid she's hurt." "Oh, poor kitty! oh, poor kitty cried Nim-
"Let her die," said Mrs. Primkins, savagely. po, bursting into tears. I'm afraid she's killed."
She '11 be dead by morning, and I '11 throw some They listened again, and in a moment heard her
lime down to cover her up." mew once more. So they let down the scarf again,
Nimpo turned away, too indignant to speak, lest and this time brought the runaway safely to the
she should say something awful, but on the way up top.
stairs she said to herself: Nimpo seized her and covered her with kisses,
"The old hateful thing! just as if her old wall then gave the poor little thing something to eat.
is anything to a poor kitty. I wonder how she 'cl This done, they never slept till they had hunted
like to be left in a hole to die I just wish she was up old newspapers, and stuffed up every hole in
there this very minute. I'd like to say, 'Never the attic.
mind, Mrs. Primkins; we don't want to break the "How did you get your cat out ? asked.Mrs.
wall. You '11 die to night, and to-morrow I '11 Primkins, at the tea-table.
cover you up,'-ugh !" "I let down my scarf," answered Nimpo; "she
Words failed her; besides, she 'had to set her caught hold of it, and I pulled her up."
wits to work to release poor Squitzimaning, who was "What! that pretty blue and white scarf of
:still feebly mewing, yours ?" asked Augusta.
"Rush," she said, "you know how she claws "Yes," said Nimpo, shortly, for she felt rather







358 THE LITTLE VIOLINIST. APRIL ,

sore on the subject of that scarf. Nothing but Nimpo's head. She sat there very quietly, but she
love for poor Squitz would have induced her to was busy thinking.
spoil it. "I suppose we are a trouble to mother," she
"Wall, I declare!" said Mrs. Primkins, "I thought. "I wonder if we do get into mischief all
never in all my born days saw young ones so full the time, and I wonder if that's why she was so
of mischief I don't see how your ma can live with tired always. I remember father said, when she
you. To think of your spoiling that nice scarf!" thought she could n't go, 'Mary, you must go; you
Nimpo's heart swelled. need the rest.' And I wrote her such a complain-
I don't think she feels it any great hardship, ing letter," she thought, penitently. "I 'm sure
she said; while Rush blurted out roug;':: she'll worry if she thinks we're having a horrid
She likes us better 'n you do." time here. I'll write her another to-night."
Mrs. Primkins smiled grimly, but she said: Nimpo did not put even into thought a horrible
Wall, everybody knows she was clear tuckered possibility that made her shudder, suggested by
out with worry, and that's why your pa took her Mrs. Primkins' remarks-the possibility of really
away-to get a rest from you. But that's nothing. losing her mother. But she wrote to her mother
Children don't care if they do worry their mother that night, telling her about the kittens, and the
into her coffin, so's they have a good time." accident, heroically saying not one word about
This dreadful suggestion put a new thought into how unhappy she was at Mrs. Primkins'.
(To be continued.)






THE LITTLE VIOLINIST.

BY THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

THIS story is no invention of mine. I could not Charleys and Harrys. Poor little waifs, that never
invent anything half so lovely and pathetic as seems know any babyhood or childhood,-sad human
to me the incident which has come ready-made to midges, that flutter for a moment in the glare of
my hand. the gas-lights, and are gone. Pitiful little children,
Some of you, doubtless, have heard of James whose tender limbs and minds are so torn and
Speaight, the infant violinist, or Young Americus, strained by thoughtless task-masters, that it seems
as he was called. He was born in London, I be- scarcely a regrettable thing when the circus caravan
lieve, and was only four years old when his father halts awhile on its route to make a little grave by
brought him to this country, less than three years the wayside.
ago. Since that time he has appeared in concerts I never witness a performance of child-acrobats,
and various entertainments in many of our principal or the exhibition of any forced talent, physical or
cities, attracting unusual attention by his musical mental, on the part of children, without protesting,
skill. I confess, however, that I had not heard of at least in my own mind, against the blindness and
him until last month, though it seems he had pre- cruelty of their parents or guardians, or whoever
viously given two or three public performances in has care of them.
the city where I live. I had not heard of him, I I saw at the theatre, the other night, two tiny
say, until last month, but since then I do not think girls, mere babies they were, doing such feats upon
a day has passed when this child's face has not a bar of wood suspended from the ceiling, as made
risen up in my memory,-the little half-sad face, my blood run cold. They were twin sisters, these
as I saw it once, with its large, serious eyes and in- mites, with that old young look on their faces which
fantile mouth, all such unfortunates have. I hardly dared glance
I have, I trust, great tenderness for all children; at them, up there in the air, hanging by their feet
but I know I have a special place in my heart for from the swinging bar, twisting their fragile spines
those poor little creatures who figure in circuses and and distorting their poor little bodies, when they
shows, or elsewhere, as "infant prodigies." Heav- ought to have been nestled in soft blankets in a
en help such little folk! It was an unkind fate cosey chamber, with the angels that guard the sleep
that did not make them common-place, stupid, of little children hovering about them. I hope the
happy girls and boys like our own Fannys and father of those two babies will read and ponder this








S 874.1 THE LITTLE VIOLINIST. 359


page on which I record not alone my individual with spangles should dive headlong through the
protest, but the protest of hundreds of men and floor; that fairy queens should step out of the
women who took no pleasure in that performance, 'trunks of trees; that the poor wood-cutter's cottage
but witnessed it with a pang of pity. should change, in the twinkling of an eye, into a
There is a noble Society for the Prevention of glorious palace or a goblin grotto under the sea,
Cruelty to Dumb Animals." There ought to be a with crimson fountains and golden staircases and
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Little Chil- silver foliage,-all that is a matter of course. This
dren; and a certain influential gentleman who is the kind of world they live in at present. If
does some things well and other things very badly, these things happened at home they would not be
ought to attend to it. The name of this gentleman astonished.
is Mr. Public Opinion. The other day-it was just before Christmas-I
But to my story. saw the boys attentively regarding a large pumpkin
One September morning, about five years and which lay on the kitchen floor, waiting to be made
a-half ago, there wandered to my fireside, hand in into pies. If that pumpkin had suddenly opened;
hand, two small personages who requested in a if wheels had sprouted out on each side; and if
foreign language, which I understood at once, to the two kittens playing with an onion-skin by the
be taken in and fed and clothed and sent to school range had turned into milk-white ponies and har-
and loved and tenderly cared for. Very modest of nessed themselves to this' Cinderella coach, neither
them-was n't it?-to ask all that! And I had Charley nor Talbot would have considered it an
never seen either of them before,-perfect strangers unusual circumstance.
to me. What was my surprise when it turned out Now, I am quite willing they should believe in
(just as if it were in.a fairy legend), that these were fairies, particularly in the good fairies; and I hope
my own sons! When I say they came hand in when they grow up to be men they will not ex-
hand, it is to inform you that these two boys were change that harmless faith for any less pure and
twins, like that pair of tiny girls I just mentioned, beautiful.
These young gentlemen are at present known as The pantomime which is usually played at the
Charley and Talbot, in the household, and to a Boston Theatre during the holidays, is to them
very limited circle of acquaintances outside; but as positive proof that the stories of Cinderella and
Charley has declared his intention to become a cir- Jack of the Bean-stalk" and Jack the Giant-
cus-rider, and Talbot, who has not so soaring an Killer" are true stories. They like to be reassured
ambition, has resolved to be a policeman, it is likely on that point. So one morning last January, when
the world will hear of them before long. In the I told Charley and Talbot, at the breakfast-table,
meantime,-and with a view to the severe duties that Prince Rupert and his Court had come to town,
of the professions selected,-they are learning the e i
alphabet, Charley vaulting over the hard letters Some in ags,
Some in rags,
with an agility which promises well for his career as i
And some in velvet gowns,"
circus-rider, and Talbot collaring the slippery S's
and pursuing the suspicious X Y Z's with the the news was received with great glee, as you may
promptness and boldness of a night-watchman. imagine; for this meant that we were to go to the
Now it is my pleasure not only to feed and clothe play.
Masters Charley and Talbot as if they were young For the sake of the small folk, who could not
princes or dukes, but to look to it that they do not visit him at night, Prince Rupert was good enough
wear out their ingenious minds by too much study. to appear every Saturday afternoon during the
So I occasionally take them to a puppet-show, or a month. These afternoon performances were called,
musical entertainment, and always, in holiday time, in French, matindes. I don't know why; for mat-
to see a pantomime. This last is their especial de- inee means forenoon. French, I suppose, was the
light. It is a fine thing to behold the business-like native language of all of Prince Rupert's courtiers
air with which they climb into their seats in the who did n't speak Irish. However, it was to a
parquette, and the gravity with which they imme- matinee we went, and we went immediately after
diately begin to read the play-bill upside down. dinner one sunshiny Saturday.
Then, between the acts, the solemnity with which You would never have guessed that the sun was
they extract the juice from an orange, through a shining brightly outside, if you had been with us in
hole made with a lead pencil, is also a noticeable the theatre that afternoon. All the window-shutters
thing. were closed, and the great glass chandelier hanging
Their knowledge of the mysteries of Fairyland is from the gayly-painted dome was one blaze of light.
at once varied and profound. Everything delights, But brighter even than the jets of gas were the
but nothing astonishes them. That people covered ruddy, eager faces of countless boys and girls,







360 THE LITTLE VIOLINIST. APRIL,

fringing the balconies and crowded into the seats neighbors in calling him back. "There 's another
below, longing for the play to begin. And nowhere performance to-night," I said to myself, "and the
were there two merrier or more eager faces than little fellow is n't very strong." He came out and
those of Charley and Talbot, pecking now and bowed, but did not play again.
then at a brown paper cone filled with white grapes, All the way home from the theatre my children
which I held, and waiting for the solemn green were full of the little violinist; and as they went
curtain to roll up and disclose the coral realm of along, chattering and frolicking in front of me, and
the Naiad Queen. getting under my feet like a couple of young span-
I am not going to tell you much about the play. iels (they did not look unlike two small brown
There was a bold young prince-Prince Rupert, of spaniels, with their fur-trimmed overcoats and seal-
course-who went into Wonderland in search of skin caps and ear-lappets), I could not help think-
adventures. And how do you imagine he got there? ing how different the poor little musician's lot was
He jumped into the river Rhine. I wouldn't ad- from theirs.
vise everybody to go that way. Then there was He was only six years and a-half old, and had
one Snaps, his servant-man, who did n't want to been before the public nearly three years. What
go in the least, but went, and got terribly fright- hours of toil and weariness he must have been pass-
ened by the Green Demons of the Gloomy Cavern, ing through at the very time when my little ones
which made us all laugh,-it being such a pleasant were being rocked and petted and shielded from
thing to see somebody else scared nearly to death, every ungentle wind that blows. And what an ex-
Then there were knights in brave tin armor, and istence was his now,-traveling from city to city,
armies of fair amazons in all the coldrs of the rain- practicing at every spare moment, and performing,
bow, and troops of unhappy slave-girls who did night after night, in some close theatre or concert-
nothing but smile and wear beautiful dresses, and room when he should be drinking in that deep, re-
dance continually to the most delightful music. freshing slumber which childhood needs. How-
Now you were in an enchanted castle on the banks ever much he was loved by those who had charge
of the Rhine, and now you were in a cave of emer- of him,-and they must have treated him kindly,-
aids and diamonds at the bottom of the river, scene it was a hard life for the child.
following scene with such bewildering rapidity that He ought to have been turned out into the sun-
finally you did n't quite know where you were. shine; that pretty violin-one can easily under-
But what interested me most, and what pleased stand that he was fond of it himself-ought to have
Charley and Talbot even beyond the Naiad Queen been taken away from him, and a kite-string placed
herself, was the little violinist who came to the in his hand instead. If God had set the germ of a
German Court and played before Prince Rupert great musician or a great composer in that slight
and his bride. body, surely it would have been wise to let the
It was such a little fellow! He was not more precious gift ripen and flower in its own good
than a year older than my own boys, and not much time.
taller. He had a very sweet, sensitive face, with This is what I thought, walking home in the
large grey eyes, in which there was a deep settled glow of the wintry sunset; but my boys saw only
expression which I do not like to see in a child. the bright side of the picture, and would have
Looking at his eyes alone, you would have said he liked nothing better than to change places with
was sixteen or seventeen, and he was merely a little James Speaight. To stand in the midst of
baby Fairyland and play beautiful tunes on a toy fiddle,
I do not know enough of music to assert that he while all the people clapped their hands,-what
had wonderful genius, or any genius at all; but it could quite equal that? Charley began to think it
seemed to me he played charmingly, and with the was no such grand thing to be a circus-rider, and
touch of a natural musician. I thought The Last the dazzling career of policeman had lost something
Rose of Summer the sweetest strain of music in of its charm in the eyes of Talbot.
the world, as it floated up from the small violin. It is my custom every night, after the children
At the end of his piece, he was lifted over the are snug in their nests and the gas is turned down,
foot-lights of the stage into the orchestra, where, to sit on the side of the bed and chat with them
with the conductor's stick in his hand, he directed five or ten minutes. If anything has gone wrong
the band in playing one or two airs. In this he through the day, it is never alluded to at this time.
showed a carefully trained ear and a perfect under- None but the most agreeable topics are discussed.
standing of the music. I make it a point that the boys shall go to sleep
I wanted to hear the little violin again, but as he with untroubled hearts. When our chat is ended
made his bow to the audience and ran off, it was thdy say their prayers. Now, among the pleas which
with a half-wearied air, and I did -not join with my they offer up for the several members of the family,








1874.1 THE LITTLE VIOLINIST. 361

they frequently intrude the claims of rather curious beautiful prayer rose to his lips: "Gracious God,
objects for divine compassion. Sometimes it is a make room for another little child in Heaven."
rocking-horse that has broken a leg, sometimes it I folded up the newspaper silently, and through-
is Shem or Japhet, who has lost an arm in being out the day I did not speak before the boys of the
removed from the Noah's Ark; Pink and Inky, the little violinist's death; but when the time came for
two kittens, and Rob, the dog, seldom escape with- our customary chat in the nursery, I told the story
out the warmest recommendations to mercy, to Charley and Talbot. I do not think they under-
So it did not surprise me at all this Saturday stood it very well, and still less did they understand
night when both boys prayed God
to watch over and bless the little ,
violinist. I .
The next morning at the break- .1,1~ ..1 ''' !. 1.11' 'I'' .,
fast-table, when I opened the news- .'' '
paper, which is always laid beside ,',.
my plate, the first paragraph my
eyes fell upon was this: s I''.l.'
"James Speaight, the infant violinist, died ',s
in this city late on Saturday night. At the I 1
matinee of the 'Naiad Queen,' on the after-
noon of that day, when little James Speaight i,' ', I I
came off the stage, after giving his usual violin .,, ,,1,
peared fatigued, and asked if he felt ill. He ,I:
replied that he had a pain in his heart, and ,'i
then Mr. Shewell suggested that he remain I ,1 I''
away from the evening performance. He re- i'.lI *i'
tired quite early, and about midnight his father i -
heard him say, 'Gracious God, make roomfor Y:!, 'I -'-.
.another little child in Heaven.' No sound .
was heard after this, and his father spoke to ''." ".
him soon afterwards; he received no answer, " --- II -
but found his child dead." 7`
Was there ever anything sadder 1
than that? The printed letters : '
grew dim and melted into each i. l
other as I tried to read them again. .I5 -.
I glanced across the table at Char-
ley and Talbot, eating their break-
fast, with the slanted sunlight from
the window turning their curls
into real gold, and I had not the
heart to tell them what had hap-
pened.
Of all the prayers that floated
p to h tt S n SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME.
up to heaven, that Saturday night,
from the bedsides of sorrowful men and women, why I lingered so much longer than usual by their
-or from the cots of happy children, what accents bedside that Sunday night.
.could have fallen more piteously and tenderly upon As I sat there in the dimly-lighted room, it seemed
the ear of a listening angel than the prayer of little to me that I could hear, in the pauses of the winter
James Speaight wind, faintly.and doubtfully somewhere in the dis-
He knew he'was dying. The faith he had learned, tance, the sound of the little violin.
perhaps while running at his mother's side, long Ah, that little violin !-a cherished relic now.
ago, in some green English lane, came to him Perhaps it plays soft, plaintive airs all by itself, in
then. He remembered it was Christ who said, the place where it is kept, missing the touch of the
Suffer little children to come unto me," and the baby fingers which used to waken it into life !
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WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED.

BY FRANK R. STOCKTON.

CHAPTER XIII. cooper-shop, ef Sam don't spend it all, or most of
,COUSIN MA it, in Richmond, which I think he will; and of
COUSIN MARIA.
course, he being away, Sarah Ann wanted to go to
SFTER posting one of his men on her mother's, and she got herself ready and took
each side of the house, which stood them four children,-and I pity the old lady, fur
on the edge of a field, without any Sam's children never had no bringing' up. I disre-
7, j fence around it, Tony Kirk step- member how old Tommy is, but it is n't over eight,
ped up to the front door and and just as noisy as ef he was n't the oldest. And
', knocked. The door was quickly so I come here to take care of the place; but I can't
A4 opened by a woman, stay no longer than Tuesday fortnight, as I told
Why, Cousin Maria," said Sarah Ann, fur I've got to go to Betsey Cropper's
1.v Tony, "is this you?" then to help her with her spinnin'; and there's my
S "Certainly it's -me, Anthony," own things,-seven pounds of wool to spin fur
said the woman; "who else should Truly Mattherses' people, besides two bushel
it be ?" baskets easy of carpet-rags to sew, and I want 'em
S Cousin Maria was a tall woman, done by the time Miss Jane gits her loom empty,
dressed in black. She had grey or I'11 git no weavin' done this year, and what do
hair and wore spectacles. She seemed very glad you think? I've had another visitor to-day, and
to see Tony, and shook hands with him warmly. your coming' right afterwards kind o' struck me as
I did n't know you lived here," said Tony. mighty queer, both bein' Akeville people, so to
"Well, I don't live here, exactly," said Cousin speak, tho' it's been a long day since he's been
Maria; "but come in and sit awhile. You've there, and you 'I1 never guess who it was, fur it was
been a-huntin', have you ? George Mason."
"Well, yes," said Tony, "I am a-huntin'." And she stopped and wiped her face with her
Without mentioning that he had some friends calico apron.
outside, Tony went'in and sat down to talk with "So George Mason was here, was he?" said
Cousin Maria. The man in front of the house had Tony. "Where is he now?"
stepped to one side when the door opened, and the Oh! he's gone," replied Cousin Maria. "It
others were out of sight, of course, was n't more 'n ten or fifteen minutes before you
Tony entered a small sitting-room, into which 'came in, and he was a-sittin' here talking about ole
the front door opened, and took a seat by Cousin times,-he's rougher than he was, guess he did n't
Maria. learn no good down there in Mississippi,-when all
You see," said she, old Billy Simpson let this ov a sudden he got up an' took his hat and walked
house fur a hundred dollars,-there 's eighty acres off. Well, that was just like George Mason. He
with it,-to Sarah Ann Hemphill and her husband; never had much manners, and would always just as
and he's gone to Richmond to git stock for a soon go off without biddin' a body good-bye as not."
wheelwright's shop. That's his trade, you know; "You did n't- notice which way he went, did
and they're goin' to have the shop over there in you?" asked Tony.
the wagon-house, that can be fixed up easy enough Yes, I did," said Cousin Maria; "he went out
ef Sam Hemphill chooses to work at it, which I o' the back door, and along the edge of the woods,
don't believe he will; but he can work, ef he will, and he was soon out of sight, fur George has got
and this is just the place for a wheelwright's shop, long legs, as you well know; and the last I saw of
ef the right man goes into the business; and they him was just out there by that fence. And if there
sold their two cows,-keeping only the red and is n't Jim Anderson Come in, Jim; what are you
white heifer. I guess you remember that heifer; doin' standing' out there ?"
they got her of old Joe Sanders, on the Creek. So she went to the window to call Jim Anderson,
And they sold one of their horses-the sorrel-and and Tony stepped to the door and whistled for the
a mule; they had n't no use fur 'em here, fur the other men, so that when Cousin Maria came to the
land's not worth much, and has n't seen no guano door she saw not only Jim Anderson, but Thomas
nor nothing' fur three or four years; and the Campbell and Captain Bob Winters and Doctor
money they got was enough to start a mighty good Price's son, Brinsley.








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"Well, upon my word an' honor !" said Cousin About two miles from the village, the road on
Maria, lifting up both her hands, which Harry was riding forked, and not knowing
"Come along, boys," said Tony, starting off that the party which had started off in that direc-
towards the woods. We 've got no time to lose. tion had taken the road which ran to the north-
Good bye, Cousin Maria." east, as being the direction in which a man would
"Good bye, Cousin Maria," said each of the probably go, if he wanted to get away safely with
other men, as the party hurried away. five stolen horses, Harry kept straight on.
Cousin Maria did not answer a word. She sat The road was lonely and uninteresting. On one
right down on the door-step and took off her spec- side was a wood of old-field pines,"-pines of
tacles. She rubbed them with her apron, and then recent growth and little value, that spring up on
put them on agairi. But there was no mistake, the old abandoned tobacco fields,-and on the
There were the men. If she had seen four ghosts other a stretch of underbrush, with here and there
she could not have been more astonished. a tree of tolerable size, but from which almost all
Tony did not for a moment doubt Cousin Maria's the valuable timber had been cut.
word when she told him that George Mason had Selim was inclined to take things leisurely, and
gone away. She never told a lie. The only trouble Harry gradually allowed him to slacken his pace
with her was that she told too much truth, into a walk, and even occasionally to stop and
In about an hour and a-half the five men re- lower his head to take a bite from some par-
turned to the place where they had left their horses, ticularly tempting bunch of grass by the side of the
They had found no trace of George Mason. road.
When they reached the clump of trees, there The fact was, Harry was thinking. He had en-
were no horses there tirely forgotten the five horses and everything con-
They looked at each other with blank faces! cerning them, and was deeply cogitating a plan
"He's got our horses!" said Jim Anderson, which, in an exceedingly crude shape, had been in
when his consternation allowed him to speak, his mind ever since he had met Old Miles on the
Yes," said Tony, and served us right. We road to the railroad.
oughter left one man here to take care uv 'em, What he wished to devise was some good plan to
known' George Mason as we do." prevent the interruption, so often caused by the
I had an idea," said Dr. Price's son Brinsley, risingofCrooked Creek, of communication between
"that we should have done something of that kind." the mica mine, belonging to the New York com-
Idees aint no good," said Tony, with a grunt, party, and the station at Hetertown.
as he marched off towards the blacksmith's shop at If he could do this, he thought he could make
Jordan's cross-roads, some money by it; and it was, as we all know,
The blacksmith had seen nothing of Mason or very necessary for him, or at least for Aunt Matilda,
the horses, but Tom Riley's horse was still there; that he should make money.
and as the members of the party were all well It was of no use to think of a bridge. There
known to the blacksmith, he allowed them to take were bridges already, and when the creek was
the animal to its owner. So the five men rode the up you could scarcely see them.
one horse back to Akeville; not all riding at once, A bridge that would be high enough and long
but one at a time. enough would be very costly, and it would be an
undertaking with which Harry could not concern
CHAPTER XIV. himself, no matter what it might cost.
SA ferry was unadvisable, for the stream was too
rapid and dangerous in time of freshets.
HIS wholesale appropriation of horses There was nothing that was really reliable and
caused, of course, a great commotion worthy, of being seriously thought of but a tele-
in the vicinity of Akeville, and half the graph line. This Harry believed to be feasible.
male population turned out the next He did not think it would cost very much. If
day in search of George Mason and this telegraph line only extended .across the creek,
the five horses. not more than half a mile of wire, at the utmost,
Even Harry was infected with the would be required.
( general excitement, and, mounted on Nothing need be expended for poles, as there
S old Selim, he rode away after dinner were tall pine trees on each side of the creek that
ii. (there was no school that afternoon) to would support the wire; and there were two cabins,
see if he could find anyone who had conveniently situated, in which the instruments
heard anything. There ought to be news, for the could be placed.
men had been away all the morning. Harry had thoroughly considered all these mat-








364 WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED. [APRIL,

ters, having been down to the creek several times And more than that, a contract must be made
on purpose to take observations. with the mica-mine people, so that the business
The procuring of the telegraphic instruments, should not be diverted from Harry's company into
however, and the necessity of having an operator any outside channels.
on the other side, presented difficulties not easy to All these things occupied Harry's mind, and it is
surmount. no wonder that he hardly looked up when Selim
But Harry did not despair. stopped. The horse had been walking so slowly
To be sure the machines would cost money, and that stopping did not seem to make much differ-
so would the wire, insulators, &c., but then the ence.
mica company would surely be willing to pay a But when he heard a voice call out, Oh,
good price to have their messages transmitted at Mah'sr Harry! I 'se mighty glad to see yer! he
times when otherwise they would have to send a looked up quickly enough.
man twenty miles to a telegraphic station. And there was old Uncle Braddock, on horse-
So if the money could be raised it would pay to back !
do it,-at least if the calculations, with which Harry could scarcely believe his eyes.
Harry and Kate had been busy for days, should And what was more astonishing, the old negro
prove to be correct, had no less than four other horses with him that he
About the operator on the other side, Harry was leading, or rather trying to lead, out of a road
scarcely knew what to think. If it were necessary through the old-field pines that here joined the
to hire anyone, that would eat terribly into the main road.
profits. "Why, what's the meaning of this ?" cried Har-
Something economical must be devised for this ry. "Where did you get those horses, Uncle
part of the plan. Braddock ?"
As to the operator on the Akeville side of the And then, without waiting for an answer, Harry
creek, Harry intended to fill that position himself, burst out laughing. Such a ridiculous sight was
He had been interested in telegraphy for a year or enough to make anybody laugh.
two. He understood the philosophy of the system, Uncle Braddock sat on the foremost horse, his
and had had the opportunity afforded him by the legs drawn up as if he were sitting on a chair, and
operator at Hetertown of learning to send messages a low one at that, for he had been gradually short-
and to read telegraphic hieroglyphics. He could ening the stirrups for the last hour, hoping in that
not understand what words had come over the way to get a firmer seat. His long stick was in one
wires, simply by listening to the clicking of the in- hand, his old hat was jammed down tightly over
strument,--an accomplishment of all expert tele- his eyes, and his dressing-gown floated in the wind
graphers,-but he thought he could do quite well like a rag-bag out for a holiday.
enough if he could read the marks on the paper "Oh, I'se mighty glad to see yer, Mah'sr Harry "
slips, and there was no knowing to what proficiency said he, pulling at his horse's bridle in such a way
he might arrive in time. as to make him nearly run into Selim and Harry,
Of course he had no money to buy telegraphic who, however, managed to avoid him and the rest
apparatus, wire, &c., &c. But he thought he of the cavalcade by moving off to the other side of
could get it. How does anyone build railroads the road.
or telegraphic lines ?" he had said to Kate. Do I was jist a-thinkin' uv gittin' off and lettin' 'em
they take the money out of their own pockets ?" go 'long they own se'ves. I never seed sich losses
Kate had answered that she did n't suppose they fur twistin' up and pullin' crooked. I spected to
did, unless the money was there; and Harry had have my neck broke mor' 'n a dozen times. I
told her, very confidently, that the money was never was so disgruntled in all my born days,
never there. No man, or, at least, very few men, Mah'sr Harry. Whoa dar, you yaller hoss Won't
could afford to construct a railroad or telegraph you take a-hold, Mah'sr Harry, afore dey 're de
line. The way these things were done was by death uv me ?"
forming a company. The old man had certainly got the horses into a
And this was just what Harry proposed to do. mixed-up condition. One of them was beside the
It was, of course, quite difficult to determine just horse he rode, two were behind, and one was
how large a company this should be. If it were wedged in partly in front of these in such a way that
composed of too many members, the profits, which he had to travel sidewise. The bridle of one.horse
would be limited, owing to the peculiar circum- was tied to that of another, so that Uncle Braddock
stances of the case, would not amount to much for led them all by the bridle of the horse by his side.
each stock-holder. And yet there must be mem- This was tied to his long cane, which he grasped
bers enough to furnish money enough. firmly in his left hand.








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Harry jumped down from Selim, and, tying him 'long, Uncle Braddock, an' ef anything happens to
to the fence, went over to .the assistance of Uncle dem hosses you '11 have to go to jail fur it. So,
Braddock. :As he was quite familiar with horses, look out!' An' bress your soul, Mah'sr Harry, I
Harry soon arranged matters on a more satisfactory did have to look out, fur sich a drefful time as I did
footing. He disentangled the animals, two of have, 'specially wid dat yaller hoss, I nebber did
which he proposed to take charge of himself, and see."
then, after making Uncle Braddock lengthen his CHAPTER XV.
stirrups, and lead both his horses on one side of THE COUNCIL.
him, he fastened the other two horses side by side, .
mounted Selim, and started back for Akeville, -'rA ll H rE Harry's mother heard that he
followed by Uncle Braddock and his reduced caval- I' gone off to try and meet the
cade. !'.:.rse-hunters she was quite anxious
The old negro was profuse in his thanks; but in boutt him.
the middle of his protestations of satisfaction, Harry But Mr. Loudon laughed at her
suddenly interrupted him. f- ::rs.
"Why, look here, Uncle Braddock! Where "'If there had been the slightest
did you get these horses? These are the horses d A. nger," he said, of course I would
George Mason stole." .' r....r have allowed him to go. But I
"To be sure they is," said Uncle Braddock. .. glad he wanted to go. A young-
"What would I be a-doin' wid 'em ef they ster of his age ought to have a dis-
was n't ?" position to see what is going on and to take part,
"But how did you get them? Tell me about too, for that matter. I had much rather find it
it," said Harry, checking the impatient Selim, who, necessary to restrain Harry than to push him.
now that his head was turned homeward, was You mustn't want to make a girl of him. You
anxious to go on with as much expedition as pos- would only spoil the boy and make a very poor
sible under the circumstances. girl."
Why, ye see, Mah'sr Harry," said the old man, Mrs. Loudon made no reply. She thought her
"I was up at Miss Maria's; she said she'd gi' me husband was a very wise man; but she took up
some pieces of caliker to mend me wrapper. I put her key basket and went off to the pantry with an
'em in me pocket, but I aspectss they's blowed out; air that indicated that she had ideas of her own
and when I was a-comin' away fru de woods, right upon the subject in question.
dar whar ole Elick Potts used to hab his cabin,- Kate had no fears for Harry. She had unbound-
reckon you nebber seed dat cabin; it was all ed faith in his good sense and his bravery, if he
tumbled down 'fore you was born,-right dar in should happen to get into danger.
the clarin I seed five horses, all tied to de trees. The fact is, she was quite a brave girl herself;
'Lor's a massy!' I said tp mesef, 'is de war and brave people are very apt to think their friends
come agin ?' Fur I nebber seed so many hosses in as courageous as themselves.
de woods sence de war. An' den while I was When Harry and Uncle Braddock reached the
a-lookin' roun' fur a tree big enough to git behind, village they found several of the older inhabitants
wrapper an' all, out comes Mah'sr George Mason on the store porch, and they met with an enthusi-
from a bush, an' he hollers, 'Hello, Uncle Brad- astic reception.
dock, you come a-here.' An' then he says, You And when, later in the afternoon, most of the
aint much, Uncle Braddock, but I guess you'll men who had gone out after George Mason, re-
do !' An' I says, 'Don't believe I '11 do, Mah'sr turned from their unsuccessful expedition, the dis-
George, fur you know I can't march, an' I nebber cussion in regard to Mason's strange proceeding
could shoot none, an' I got de rheumertiz in both grew very animated. Some thought he had only
me legs and me back, and no jint-water in me intended to play a trick; others that he had been
knees,-you can't make no soldier out er me, unable to get away with the horses, as he had hoped
Mah'sr George.' And then he laughed, an' says, to do when he had taken them.
'You would make a pretty soldier, dat's true, But nobody knew anything about the matter ex-
Uncle Braddock. But I don't want no soldiers; cepting George Mason himself, and he was not
what I want you to do is to take these horses home.' there to give the village any information.
'To where?' says I. 'To Akeville,' says Mah'sr As for Harry, he did not stay long to hear the
George. An' he didn't say much more, neither; discussions at the store.
for he jist tied dem horses all together and led 'em His mind was full of a much more important
out into a little road dat goes fru de woods dar, an' matter, and he ran off to find Kate. He wanted
he put me on de head horse, an' he says,: 'Now, go to talk over his latest impression with her.








366 LA PETITE PLUME ROUGE. [APRIL,

When he reached the house, where his appear- "That 's right," cried Kate, who was always
ance greatly tranquilized his mother's mind, he ready for a plan. Let's do it now."
found Kate in the yard under the big catalpa-trees, So, down she sat upon the ground, and Harry
always a favorite place of resort in fine weather. sat down in front of her.
Oh, Harry !" she cried, when she saw him, Then they held a council.
"did they find the horses?" "In the first place, we must have a President,"
"No," said Harry; they did n't find them." said Harry.
Oh, what a pity And some of them were That ought to be you," said Kate.
borrowed horses. Tony Kirk had Captain Case- "Yes," said Harry, I suppose I ought to be
by's mud-colored horse. I don't know what the President. And then we must have a Treasurer,
captain will do without him." and I think you should be Treasurer."
Oh, the captain will do very well," said Harry. "Yes," said Kate, "that would do very well.
"But he can't do very well," persisted Kate. But where could I keep the money?"
"It's the only horse he has in the world. One "Pshaw!" said Harry. "It's no use to bother
thing certain, they can't go to church." ourselves about that. We 'd better get the money
Harry laughed at this, and then he told his sister first, and then see where we can put it. I reckon
all about his meeting with Uncle Braddock. But it'll be spent before anybody gets a chance to
while she was wondering and surmising in regard steal it. And now then, we must have a Secre-
to George Mason's strange conduct, Harry, who tary."
could not keep his thoughts from more important How would Tom Selden do for Secretary?"
matters, broke in with: asked Kate.
"But, I say, Kate, I've made up my mind "Oh, he is n't careful enough," answered Harry.
about the telegraph business. There'must be a "I think you ought to be Secretary. You can
company, and we ought to plan it all out before we write well, and you '11 keep everything in order."
tell people and sell shares." Very well," said Kate, I'Il be Secretary."
(To be continued.)







LA PETITE PLUME ROUGE.

PAR MARY L. B. BRANCH.

N'6tait-ce pas malheureux ? Autrefois on se ser- Ainsi fut sauv6e la plume rouge et fut-elle port6e
vait d'elle pour aller a 1'elglise chaque dimanche, par une marine. Celle-ci la porta a sa noce, elle la
pour patiner sur 1'6tang les jours de la semaine, et porta dans son tour de promenade, et quand son
mime en dernier lieu elle allait i l'ecole tous les maria devint soldat, il la porta aussi sur son k6pi
matins, et elle 6tait trouvde sur tous les petits dha- pendant la grande revue.
peaux pimpants dans le cabinet de toilette, avec Et maintenant," dit la petite Kitty, "je vais
les ailes et les pompons. Mais maintenant, helas prendre la plume et la rendre bonne h ecrire. Pre-
elle a disparu du turban d6pouille de Gertrude et cis6ment elle m'a l'air d'etre une petite plume d'oie
elle git abandonn6e sur le plancher au milieu de rouge et je sais que grand-p&re peut en faire une
ddbris, ct-serait-ce vrai ? oui, elle devait &tre plume h 6crire."
balayde avec les debris et dans une autre minute En effet, le grand-p&re le pouvait et il le fit;
jet6e dans le pole. vous n'avez jamais vu de toute votre vie une aussi
Tout est fini," soupira la pauvre petite plume jolie petite plume rouge.
rouge. Maintenant il vous faut ecrire une lettre avec
Mais au mrme moment la petite Kitty accourut cette plume," prononga le grand-pare.
et jeta les yeux sur la caisse oi etaient continues Kitty 6crivit done une petite lettre en droites
les balayures. lignes et avec la ponctuation et l'envoya en bas i
"Oh! arretez, Norah cria-t-elle, "je veux Norah dans la cuisine. Norah exp6dia une r6ponse
cette plume, je la veux pour le chapeau de ma par Phil, le petit frere de Kitty. La r6ponse
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1874.1 LA PETITE PLUME ROUGE. 367


du four; les enfants s'assirent dans un coin et firent Kitty descendit les escaliers en courant pour aller
honneur a la collation, car ils mangerent tout. trouver son amie; pendant ce temps Phil, allant
Montons maintenant au grenier," proposal Phil. plus lentement que sa sceur, se chargeait les bras
Ils se mirent aussit6t i r6unir les jouets, les des blocks, des soldats et des animaux, mettait les
poupees, les boules, les plats, les trompettes, les boules dans ses poches et prenait les trompettes
voitures et tous les objets servant de jouets qu'ils dans sa bouche. II suivit ensuite Kitty, mais it
parent trouver, y compris la petite plume rouge. oublia d'emporter le petit pin rouge.
Ils monterent ensuite gaiement au grenier et choi- Celui-ci est done rested au grenier et a attend.
sirent pour champ de leurs manceuvres une grande II a attend toute la nuit et le jour suivant, toute
place de plancher inoccup6 qui 6tait 6clair6 par une la semaine et la semaine suivante, mais les enfants
etroite lucarne. ne sont pas venus.
La ils formlrent des rues et batirent des maisons II se trouve encore 1h un petit pin rouge seul de-
avec des blocks. Les potipees logeaient dans les bout au milieu d'une plaine aride.
maisons, et tous les animaux de l'arche de Noe I se tient 1 debout et pense a la vie. Autrefois
paissaient dans les rues. il 6tait une blanche plume dans l'aile d'un coq
"Voici un petit pin rouge!" s'ecria Phil saisissant "bantam et s'agitait avec fiert6 dans la.basse-
la plume rouge et la plantant solidement dans une cour. I1 subit ensuite de grands changements, de-
simple fente du plancher. vint une plume rouge dans une aile rouge et
Ainsi maintenant elle 6tait un petit pin rouge, voyage partout sur le chapeau de Gertrude. Puis
et comme elle se sentait fire Le chameau et de changement en changement il est arrive que sa
1'616phant allerent s'appuyer contre elle, et un long destine est maintenant d'etre un petit pin aban-
defile de soldats de fer-blanc eut lieu tout autour donn6 dans un desert.
tandis que Kitty et Phil embouchaient les trom- Mais il n'en sera pas toujours ainsi: avant long-
pettes. temps les joyeux enfants monteront au grenier
Kitty Kitty descendez cria une voix re- pour se livrer de nouveau a leurs jeux, et vous
jouie du pied des escaliers; votre maman dit que pouvez &tre certain qu'ils ne laisseront plus long-
vous pouvez venir chez moi pour prendre le the temps cette plume rouge debout dans la fente. Ses
"Oh c'est Nettie Haven repondit Kitty qui ventures seront a recommencer; ainsi ce qu'elle
ne se sentait pas de joie; "elle veut que j'aille a de mieux I faire, c'est de se tenir tranquille tandis
chez elle pour prendre le th6 Voilk j'emporte qu'elle le peut, et d'en profiter pour se livrer i la
les poupees, et vous prendrez le reste, Phil! meditation.
THE TRANSLATION of this story will be published in our June number.
TRANSLATIONS OF GERMAN STORY IN FEBRUARY NUMBER have been received from Annie Mabel Harris, Cora E. Foote, Chambers
Baird, "Osseo," Amelia Stryker, Mary A. Meily, Osgood Smith, Francis M. Sinclair, Laura Chamberlain, Mary B. Brittan, Cornelius S.
Egbert, Fred. R. F., Minnie Wright, Harry W. Bringhurst, Charlie Angin, H. S. Stallknecht, Charlie W. Baleister, "Two Friends," Annie
A. De Vinne, Irving W. Dean, and Sophie Harris.
TRANSLATIONS OF FRENCH STORY IN MARCH NUMBER have been sent in by Lillie A. Pancoast, Alexander Noyes, G. E. F., D'Arcy,
Traducteur," Edith Milicent B., Maria Cecilia Mary Lee, Anna S.'McDougall, Jennie A. Brown, Valeria F. Penrose, Philip Little, Nettle
J. York, Adrian H. Souveine, Worthington C. Ford, Marie Bigelow, "Hallie," Mary H. Stockwell, Lizzie Jarvis, and Lelia M. Smith.














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"SOMETIMES THEY WILL BLOW AND SOMETIMES THEY WON'T," SAID BEN.
THE WILLOW WHISTLE.

LITTLE SUSIE, so pretty and sweet, was walking down the
lane, singing her doll to sleep, and Frisky was marching be-
hind, wagging his tail, when Ben came along with his basket
hind, wagging his tail, ~when B~en came along with his basket





874.1 FOR VERY LITTLE FOLKS. 369

and cane. Ben was a poor little lame boy. His father and
mother were dead. His old grandmother took care of him,
and told him nice stories while she knitted stockings to sell.
That was the right kind of a dear, good old grandma.
Was n't it ?
Every day Susie's mother filled Ben's basket with bread,
meat, and a little tea and sugar for his grandmother.
Why, Ben," cried Susie, "is that you? Don't make a
noise; my baby is going to sleep."
Why does n't she shut her eyes ? asked Ben.
She is just a little bad to-day," said Susie, shaking her.
Well, then, let's whistle her to sleep." And Ben, tak-
ing a willow whistle out of his pocket, blew a long note.
Oh, how beautiful!" cried Susie. Do let me try."
I mean to give it to you, because you are good to my
grandma," said Ben.
Oh, then, I wish you could have seen their happy faces,
as Susie took the whistle with Thank you ever so much "
Then, putting her fingers on the sides and her mouth to the
end, she blew and blew! and blew! but nothing came.
I can't make it whistle," said Susie, almost ready.to cry.
Sometimes they will blow, and sometimes they won't,"
said Ben, kindly. Try again, Susie; don't say you can't."
Susie tried once more, and a low, sweet sound came out.
It whistles it whistles !" she cried.
In her joy she had turned dolly's head down, and pop!
her eyes went shut, and she was fast asleep !
"There! I told you so!" cried Ben, laughing. "The
way to get babies asleep is to whistle to them."-
So it is," said Susie. Dear little thing; she must be
put in bed." So they all went frisking into the house.
Then Ben's basket was filled, and he went singing home.
Don't you think he was a good, unselfish little boy ? I do.








370 JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT. [APRIL,

S .. another little bird and the other little bird told me.
S' The ostrich is n't going to be flying, nor squawking,
:~ -. nor putting his head under his wing, nor eating
', tenpenny nails and broken bottles; no, nor corn-
Sing out of a big eggshell; but he is to be doing
S-.- 'something wonderful-something that will make
S three or four children just as happy as they can be.
S. I can't.tell you any more just now. But you may
..' : read this note about the African ostrich that just
7,," .C ,- came for you, in Jack's care, from Ethel Gale:
Am 'i_ "Tall and stately, his glossy black coat adorned with elegant
'\ ^ 4- -. plumes of black and snowy white, the ostrich may be truly called the
VAc -'-dandy of the desert.
"Like other dandies, Mr. Ostrich, while very vain of his own ap-
S' "' should admire him and be quite content, as she, doubtless, very sen-
sibly is, with her own modest suit of dingy grey. An old proverb
- says that there is no loss without some gain,' so if Mrs. Ostrich is
: not as handsomely dressed as her lord, she can have the satisfaction
Sof feeling that her life is much safer than his. His fine plumes com-
:--- \ I I N T 1 1- I i. I' I mand such a high price in the market that many are the means de-
vised to capture and rob him, while her inferior feathers, though they
have a market value, when dyed of various colors and sold under the
"APRIL FOOL squeaked a very young frog, name of 'vulture feathers,' are not nearly so tempting as the thick
e first d Ari, 8 and waving plumes of her gayer husband.
looking up at me on the first day of April, 1873 "Within the last few years, however, men have learned to rob the
"April fool desert dandy of his ornaments without depriving him of life. In the
Same to you, sir," says 1, looking down at him. region of the Cape of Good Hope there are now severAl ostrich farms.
Same to you, sir," says I, looking down at him. These are places where the great birds, caught while young, or hatched
"What 's the matter now?" from the eggs by artificial heat, are kept as prisoners, and their
Matter ?" echoed the little frog, giving an best feathers plucked at regular intervals, as geese are plucked in this
giving an country, with this difference: the geese are robbed of the fine down
ecstatic leap. Why, you thought the wind stirred from their breasts, and the ostrich of the plumes from his wings and
that bunch of grass near by, and it was I who did tail."
it. Ha! ha! April fool! I am sorry to hear this sad news about poor
Ha ha laughed I, "you certainly are the Ostrich.. I 'm sure one would rather be killed out-
brightest little frog I ever did see. Now hop right than to have one's feathers plucked again and
straight away into the cranberry bog yonder, and again in this fashion. But we'll hope it happens
look for three other Jack-in-the-Pulpits, all stand- at a time of the year when the feathers are looser
ing together. Go stir the grass there, and catch than usual.
/lteml." A SAD STORY.
That I will!" chuckled the little frog, as, turn- A LITTLE boy having heard a beautiful story
ing square toward the bog, he hopped off, almost about a little boy and a hatchet, and how, because
ready to burst with delight, the little boy would n't tell a lie, he, in time, got
Now, to my certain knowledge, there was n't a to be President of the United States, was very
sign of a Jack-in-the-Pulpit in that cranberry bog, much impressed by it. Now, it so happened that
and, what is more, there was n't a spear of grass on the last day of March, he was just ten years old,
within a hundred yards of it! and his father asked him what he would like to
And to my certain knowledge, also, that little ha\ C for a birthday present. Very naturally the
frog did n't go there ; but, after giving one leap, boy's answer was, "A little hatchet, if you please,
he turned face about, with a Ha! ha! thought I papa."
was green, did you ? April fool The father bought him a little hatchet that very
I tell you this little incident, my dears, to let you day, and the boy was so delighted that he actually
know that your Jack is n't behind the age. took it to bed with him.
Early the next morning he got up, dressed him-
A SOBER WORD. self, took his little hatchet and went out into the
NEVERTHELESS, I must say I don't like practical garden. There, as luck would have it, the first
jokes. Fun is fun, that we '11 all admit; but this thing that caught his eye was his father's favorite
April-fool business is apt to lead us off the track cherry-tree. My eyes !" exclaimed the little boy
of pure fun. When it is made the means of hurt- to himself, what a time my father would make if
ing our friends' feelings, or putting them to serious a fellow were to cut that tree !" It was a wicked
inconvenience, or making them appear painfully thought, for it led him into temptation. There
ridiculous, then it is n't fun,-it's downright imper- was the tree-tall, straight and fair-standing in-
tinence and bad-heartedness. Don't you think so ? vitingly before him,-just the thing for a sharp
little hatchet. And there was the hatchet,-strong,
THE DANDY OF THE DESERT. sharp and shining,-just the thing for a favorite
THERE is going to be a wonderful ostrich picture cherry-tree. In another instant the swift strokes of
in ST. NICHOLAS before very long. How do I an axe were heard in the still morning air, and,
know it? Why, the artist told his little girl, his before long, a small boy was seen running toward
little girl told it to a little boy, the little boy whistled the house. His father met him at the door.
it close by the canary's cage, the canary told it to "My boy, what noise was that I heard just now?








1874.1 JACK--IN-THE-PULPIT. 371

Surely you have not been at my favorite cherry- and stalks of this plant fall off in May, but the
tree !" bulbs are left in the ground all summer. Early in
The boy stood proudly before him, but with the fall they are dug up and stripped of their husks,
downcast eyes and flushing cheeks, and then they are ready to go into the wash-tub.
'"Father," he said, "I cannot tell a lie. That When the bulbs are rubbed upon the clothes a
cherry-tree is --" thick lather is formed, and the odor of it is like that
Say no more," said the father, extending his of new brown soap.
arms. "You have done wrong, my son; and that
was my favorite tree; but you. have spoken the CRIMES AND CASUALTIES.
truth. I forgive you. Better to Now and then I hear folks reading aloud out of
This was too much. The boy rushed into his the newspapers, and I always feel provoked and
father's arms. hurt when they come to the part headed, Crimes
"Father!" he whispered, Apri fool! I and Casualties." For why? A crime 's one thing
have n't touched the cherry-tree; but I 'most chop- and a casualty is another, and it's cruel for news-
ped the old apple-stump to pieces." paper men to fasten them together just because
You young rascal, you !" cried the father, "do they both commence with a C that sounds like K.
you mean to say you have n't chopped my cherry- Talk to your fathers about this, my dears, and see
tree? April-fool your old father will you? Take if it can't be stopped. Suppose your dear little
off your coat, sir !" brother should fall out of a window and be killed,
With a suppressed sob, that little boy obeyed, and the next day your mamma should see an ac-
Then, shutting his eyes, he felt his father's hand count of it in the paper, stuck in between mentions
descend upon his shrinking form. of a drunken riot and a brutal robbery and murder.
My son," said the father, solemnly, as he The feelings of somebody's mother and father
stroked the little shoulder, it is the First of April. are tortured every day by this thoughtless news-
Go thy way." paper custom; and it 's a disgrace to an enlight-
KITES. ened republic. I leave the matter in your hands.
IT is a great art to make a good kite. It should
be shaped evenly so as to balance well. The sticks A BOY IS A BOY.
should be just strong enough for the size of the HERE 's a verse for some of my little fellows to
kite without being too heavy. The paper should learn. I don't know that it will do them any par-
be of proper strength and lightness. The four ticular good, but I'm sure it won't do them any
cords that start from the four corners should be harm, and it may keep them a little within bounds:
gathered into one and attached at just the right "Brutes find out where their talents lie;
point to the holding-cord, so as to ensure its proper A bear will not attempt to fly;
pon 1A foundered horse will oft debate
angle against the wind. And, above all (or rather, Before he tries a fiv-barr'd gate.
below all), the tail should be long enough and In man we see the only creature
heavy enough to balance the teetery object in the Who, led by folly, combats nature."
air and make it sail like a thing of life. A tail too I've seen some boys who, it seemed to me, were'
heavy or too light for its length, or too short for its trying to be bears, others who seemed to fancy
weight, whichever you please, is sure to make themselves bull-dogs, and others who appeared to
trouble in kite-flying. Now, boys, whenever your fancy they were apes; but, you see, there's no
kite flops and don't go," you may be sure that getting away from it,-a boy's a boy, and the more
she is wrong in one or more of the above-mentioned he acts like a boy the better off he will be. The
points. verse means a good deal more than this, but the
SOAP PLANTS. idea I've given will do to begin with.
WOULD N'T it seem odd for you to go out into A TAKE-DOWN.
the garden and pluck soap from the bushes. But, THAT last paragram reminds e that though a
according to a paragram just sent me by a learned THAT last paragra reminds mea thea ar
professor, there are berries with which you could boy is a right fine thing in his way, there are
wash your hands as clean as with soap. The fruit phim. r in stance, whee is the a ials can beat
of the soap-tree which grows in the West Indies him. For instance, where is the boy whose sight
of the soap-tree which grows in the West Indies is as keen as a hawk's, whose sense of smell is as
and South America make a lather in water, he ifle as a hound's, whose hearing is as acute as a
says, and are used to wash clothes; and so is the ca 's, whose h ae sharp as arat's, whose
bark of the Qillt a safoonaria of Peru, which is cat's, whose tth are as sharp as a rat's, whose
even epord tothe r ourie, so superior is legs are as quick as a deer's ? Show me a boy who,
even exported to other countries, so superior is it like the flea, can jump five hundred times the
for cleansing garments. height of his own body ; or who, like the beetle,
A good many of the plants scattered about the can lift a weight three hundred times as heavy as
globe have the qualities of soap. The juice of the himself; or, if you cannot produce that supple and
soap-wort is used by cleaners; and in the Malay mighty young gentleman, let's see a new boy-baby
Islands the bark of the go-go tree serves for soap. who is one-quarter as knowing and able to care for
In California there grows a plant by the long himself as an hour-old calf!
Latin name of Phalangium fomaridiantm, which
is highly esteemed by good housewives, since it A CONUNDRUM.
furnishes them with soap-bulbs that arebetter than WHY is the letter T like the letter Z? Because
the soap-bars sold by the merchant. The leaves it is the end of the alphabet.








372 THE LETTER BOX. [APrIL,




THE LETTER BOX.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS : In the December number of to Riddle Box, office of ST. NICHOLAS, 654 Broadway,
the magazine, in the article entitled, Wood-Carving," New York."
I notice the very high prices mentioned. I paid, in "Jack-in-the-Pulpit" was much pleased with your
Philadelphia, 75 cents for a saw-frame, and o1 cents message.
per dozen for saws. Mr. Sawyer's mode of putting the LILY MARION.-Your drawings are very good, con-
patterns on the wood may be very safe, but is n't it sidering that you are only nine years old. We shall be
rather tedious ? I copy patterns by placing a piece of see specimens of your work from time to
copying-paper on the wood and the pattern on that. time, that we may know what improvement you make.
Then I go over the lines of the pattern with a pencil or
pointed stick, and when I take the paper off the wood "A LITTLE GIRL" says, a brand new verse, all her
the pattern is on it in black. Enough of this copying- own, came to her mind one day last spring, and at first
paper can be bought for o1 cents to last a year. she was delighted at finding herself a poet, but when
F. D. G. she found that it was likely to be the first, last, and only
F. D. G. was very fortunate if he obtained frame and verse of her lifetime, and, worse than all, that it would n't
saws of good quality at the prices he names. go out of her head, but would come to her lips, "'up and
down stairs and at all times," till everybody in the house
ORIOLE sends us two hundred English words, all would call out, O, do stop saying that verse," she be-
made out of the name of a city. This name contains came desperate. "I decided," she says, "to try whether
nine letters, and no letter is used twice in any one of the printing it would do any good. It seems to me, dear
two hundred words. She finds a mole, a tailor, an earl, ST. NICHOLAS, that if once I could see the poor little
a bat, a lamb, and scores of other things in her city; and thing in type I 'd get rid of it. Would you mind help-
she wishes some of the boys and girls to tell her its ing me out of my trouble ?"
name, and also to beat her in the number of English Not at all, dear. By all means, we must see what
words they can make from it. the printer can do. So, "poor little thing," come
forth!
"THE STEAMSHIP COLLEGE."-Of course, Jack was "Where is the Winter? Under the snow.
only joking. ST. NICHOLAS heartily wishes you success Where is the snow, then Gone long ago.
Where dir it go to? Into the river.
in your undertaking. My! but it made all the fishes shiver!"
GEORGE.-You are foolish to be "discouraged at see- EMILE LOWE sends our Letter Box the following,
ing so much skill and talent on every side." Why, my which he has translated from the German of N. Hocker:
boy, what would you like to find? Stupidity? Surely not. A ED O S N .
From the tone of your letter one would say that you A LEGEND OF ST. .NICHOLAS.
could be happy only in contemplating your inferiors On the middle pier of the bridge at Trieste, which dates from the
Look above you, and not beneath you, for inspiration. times of the Romans, stands a cross, and below it, toward the river,
the statue of St. Nicholas, who is known to be the patron saint of
Follow the plan of the painter, Northcote. He said he sailors and travelers as well as of children. During one winter, when
always felt his spirits droop when he contemplated a poor the waters of the Moselle were running very high, a sailor was com-
picture, with the suspicion that perhaps he deceived ing down the stream. As he was nearing the bndge the waves seized
his frail boat and threatened to dash it to pieces on the piers. In his
himself, and that his own paintings were no better, distress he called on St. Nicholas, and promised him, in case he
But the works of masters gave him renewed strength should pass the bridge in safety, a taper as high as the mast of his
and hope. He could understand then how much there boat. He had hardly made this promise when the fury of the waters
was for him to accomplish. suddenly abated, and he glided along in safety.
The sailor then cried out, Now, see who will get you the taper!"
and passed on.
DEAR EDITOR: I read Mr. Haskins' piece in ST. The next year the sailor had occasion again to pass the bridge.
NICHOLAS about birds, and I want to join his army. I The waves ran wild and high as before, and the sailor again promised
think the name Bird-defenders,' is just the right one his taper. But suddenly the boat turned, upset, and together with
for our little company, and, hereafter, I will adopt your the sailor, sank to the bottom.
preamble and resolution to do all I can to save the little RUTH.. G. KEEBLE, who hopes ST. NICHOLAS will
birds from harm.-From one of your friends, have a Letter Box, sends a collection of scraps which
MAY FLINT. she has taken from the newspapers of the past six
Mr. Haskins, the chief of the Bird-defenders, will be months. She cut them out, she says, because they were
glad to hear that the young folks are flocking to his about very old people, and she thought they would in-
ranks and that May so heartily "adopts his preamble and terest her grandmother; and her grandmother now ad-
resolution." She has been duly enrolled; so have Al- vises her to let other young folk have them for their
vin P. Johnson, Charley Graham, Philip S. M., Bessie grandmothers,-for some people think they are old at
F--l, and "Toodles, or real name, H. M. T." sixty, and it will freshen them up to find how many per-
sons live quite a long and active life after they have
T. W. RUDOLPH.-Your first, second and third re- passed that age.
quests require further consideration. Your fourth- Here is the substance of some of Ruth's items: Mrs.
asking ST. NICHOLAS to sometimes give Latin stories Marie Pepper, of Winooski, Vermont, now ninety-nine
for translation as well as German and French, since so years old, has been the mother of twenty-three children.
many children study the first named language-shall be and to-day she has, in all, two hundred and twenty chil-
granted with pleasure. dren, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great-
great grandchildren living. Mrs. Lawler, of Amesburv,
JENNY JONES.-Your Hidden Insects shall skip Massachusetts, is in her one hundredth and sixth year.
into these pages some day. Really good numerical en- and still enjoys good health. Mr. John S. Morse. of
igmas are acceptable. All puzzles, answers and queries the same place, is ninety-two New York City rejoices
relating to the riddle department should be addressed in Capt. Lahrbush, who is now over one hundred years







1874.] KITTEN. 373


of age,-as hearty, intelligent and agreeable a gentleman little fellow a chance to be dramatic." Perhaps the fol-
as one could wish to meet. Mrs. Somerville, the as- lowiflg will answer his purpose, as it requires to be acted
tronomer, wrote, in her ninety-second year: "I am very as well as recited. It has been printed before, but Jer-
feeble, but my intellect keeps clear and I read and solve rold does not ask the Letter Box for a new piece.
questions in the higher algebra as easily as ever." Mr.
Daniel Brick, who died recently in Amesbury, Mass., in THE WAY TO DO IT.
his one hundredth year, was never sick a day, up to the M. D
last, and never took a dose of physic. And Robert Six-
bury, who died last October, had seen one hundred and I 'l tell you how I speak a piece:
len years of active life. Mr. Sixbury had acquired great First I make my bow;
reputation as a hunter on John Brown's tract in Northern Then I bring my words out clear
New York, where he had slain more than 2,200 deer. His as know how
funeral was attended by several of his children of the Next I throw my hands up so!
Then t lilt my eyes--
Sages of from 80 to o9 years. Then It let my hearers know
There are many more instances in Ruth's list, not to Something doth surprise.
mention all the irrepressible old gentlemen who are re-
ported to have sawed up a cord of wood" just before Next I grin and show my teeth
their last day, and who are good-naturedly laughed Shake my shoulders, hold my sides:
about by many of us old-young folk; but Ruth can find That's the sign of fun.
still more interesting facts by examining the biographies Next I start and knit my brow,
of eminent men and women. Through these she may Hold my head erect:
learn of the great work accomplished and the noble les- Something 's wrong, you see, and I
sons taught by many after they had reached their sixti- Decidedly object.
eth and seventieth years. Some of the world's'greatest Then I wabble at my knees,
statesmen, patriots, poets, painters and workers hardly Clutch at shadows near,
began their life-work until they were what the world Tremble well from top to toe:
calls old. Will not our young readers help us to make That 's the sign of fear.
up a grand true Grandmother's Budget for Ruth'and Soon I scowl, and with a leap
others? History and biography are full of just the items Seize an airy dagger.
we need, and what so suited to look for them as the WRETChve! I ry. That's tragedy,
bright eyes of the young Every soul to stagger.
Then I let my voice grow faint,
R. J. D. sends this answer to Jack-in-the-Pulpit's Gasp and hold my breath;
riddle in our March number. He evidently, like many Tumble down and plunge about:
riddle in our March number. He evidently, like many That's a villain's death.
others, missed Jack's special despatch :
Quickly then I come to life,
I think, on reflection, a man's own face Perfectly restored
Will meet the requirements of the case; With a bow my speech is done.
For, though in a mirror by him 't is seen, Now, you '11 please applaud.
It is not the same as you see, I ween."
JERROLD T. N., eleven years of age, asks for a good CHARL," JAMES B., IDA C. B., AND OTHERS.-
"speaking piece" for his younger brother,-" some- Your answers are crowded out this month. We shall
thing more funny than tragical, and that will give the have more room in May number.



KITTEN.
AN ACTING CHARADE, WITH PARTS FOR VERY LITTLE CHILDREN.

BY MARY HAINES GILBERT.

CHARACTERS: Clara. It must be mamma.
Mr. YOUNGS, a New York Merchant. Ella. Bridget has gone to let mamma in.
Mrs. YOUNGS. Clara. Yes. Clapping her hands, jqofully.] Oh,
ELLA', The little danghtrs of Mr. and Mrs. Youngs. Ella! only to think that to-morrow '11 be my birthday.
ANNIE, Ella jumpingg up and down]. Oh oh it 'll be
SUE, Cousins of Clara and Ella. splendid to have a birthday party !
CHARLES, a Clara [looking IL.. Where's mamma ?
HKITT a lieal aty lay. Bridget. Shure, an' it 's not your mother at all, at all.
BRIDGET, a servant. It's a wee bit of a thing with matches.
Guests, children from four to twelve. Ella. Oh! let's buy some. Do, Bridget!
Bridget. Indade, an' I would thin, to plaze you, but
(The scene is in New York, at Mr. Youngs' residence.) we 've plinty in the house; and not a ha'p'orth of change
have I, at all, at all.
SCENE I.-A Hall. Clara. Oh! I have some money. Do call her back.
The l ri E r B T, Bridget [heartily]. I will that. [Exit BRIDGET, L.
[The door-bellrings. .Enter BRIDGET, Ella. I wish they would n't be poor, little match-
Bridget [crossly]. Shure an' the bell does nothing girls; I 'm so sorry for them.
but ring. I've been to the door twinty times this Clara. So am I.
blissid morning [Re-enter BRIDGET L.. followed by KITTY, very
[BRIDGET exits L. as CLARA and ELLA enter A., poorly dressed, and caring a small basket
sniiling. with boxes of matches in it.]








374 KITTEN. [APRIL,

Kit [timidly]. Matches-- Charles [laughing]. I don't object.
Clara [taking Kit's hand]. Yes, I'll buy some. But Bridget [to Mrs. Youngs. Shure, mum, the match-
you shall have a bowl of soup first, girl is waiting' below.
Kit [smiling]. Oh! I like soup. Mlrs. Young [to Mlfrs. Hill]. It is the little girl I told
Ella [to Kit ]. What's your name ? you about.
Kit. Kit. Mrs. Hill. I should like to see her.
Ella. What else ? Ars. Youngs. Bridget, bring her up stairs.
Kit. Just Kit and Kitty,-that's all. Folks calls me Bridget. Yes, mum. But with her company, too ?
different ways. Mr. Youngs. Her company! What company?
Ella. Is n't that funny ? Just Kit and Kitty! Ella. 0, papa! I know,-her old granny !
Bridget. And your father and mother 's driven ye out [All the children laugh, except CLARA and ELLA.
in the bitter cowld ? Bad luck to the likes of'em!
Kit. No! My father and mother are dead. Once, Clara. Don't laugh. It is the poor old lady.
my mother was good to Granny Mulligan, and so she Annie. What old lady?
took me when mother died. Briadget. It's not the owld lady at all, at all; it's a
Bridget. Och! an' Granny Mulligan aint good to ye, bit of a cat, it is.
I'm thinking Everybody [surprised]. A kitten!
Kit. Oh, yes! She went out scrubbing and sent me [All the children laugh.
to school; but now she is down with the rheumatism. Bridget [' '. ]Yes; and she has a bottle with
That's why I sellmatches. her as wel: -i... an' that's all the company I
Ella. Come, get your soup, little girl. meant.
[Exit all, R., ELLA leading KIT. Charles. Send her along with her pussy.
Mrs. Youngs [to all the children]. But you must
SCENE II.-A Sitting-room. promise not to laugh.
.4All the ch/ikdreiz. Oh, yes [Exit BRIDGET.
[Mrs. YOUNGS is standing beside a table, on which there Mrs. Hill [to the children]. Be sure and not laugh;
is a number of packages. ] you would hurt her feelings.
Mrs. Youngs. All my birthday shopping done at [The children eat their ice-cream, and Mrs. HILL
last But where can the children be? plays some trills or a tune on the piano. Re-
[Enter ELLA and CLARA, R. enter BRIDGET, followed by KIT with a kitten
Ella [kissing Ais. Youngs. 0, mamma Home at and a small bottle in her arms. She is dressed
last? as before. She cons forward timsidly. Every-
lMrs. Youngs. Yes, darling. one around er.]
Ella. I am so glad you've come. A little girl is eat- Mrs. Youngs' [to Kit, playfislly]. Did you get the
ing soup down stairs. kitten for your last Christmas present, and bring it now
Mirs. Youngs [surprised]. A little girl! Your to show it to us ?
cousins have n't come? Kit. No, ma'am. I did n't get no Christmas ever.
Clara. No, mamma; it is a poor little match-girl. Mr. Youngs. To sell it, then ?
And I owe her ten cents Kit. No, sir.
Ella. For matches; and we came up stairs for the Mrs. HI-ill. What then? [KIT hangs her head.
money. Ella. You 'II tell me, won't you?
Clara. I don't know whether I have just the right Kit [timidly]. Yes. You said I might have what I
change. [CLARA rounts the money.] Two cents and pleased, and I thought may be you'd give it some milk.
five cents, that is seven; eight,-nine -. I want one [ Wiping away tears.] I had only enough money for
cent more. bread, and it don't like bread and water.
Ella. I have one. There! lMrs. Hill. How much she thinks of her kitten!
[ELLA gives CLARA a cent. ifr. Youngs. And what is the bottle for?
Clara. That makes it right. Now I 'II pay her. RKt [timidlv]. I wanted some liniment for Granny
And, mamma, may n't I ask her here to-morrow ? Mulligan, to make her well.
Ella. To keep Clara's birthday! Clara..What else do you want ?
M/rs. Young. Yes, if you wish ; and give her a Kit. That's all.
little present. Charles. Best look out for number one. What do
Ella. Oh! oh! I'll give her something real nice. you want for yourself?
Clara. Let us tell her we'll give her anything she Kit. I'd rather have the liniment for granny, and
wants. milk for my kitten. I had a bowl of soup yesterday.
Mrs. Youngs. I'II go down with you to see the little Sue. But you shall have ice-cream, anyway. Sha'n't
match-girl. [Exit all, L. she ?
Everybody. Yes, yes, indeed.
SCENE III.-A Parlor. Mrs. Hill [to Mrs. Youngs. You know, I have been
thinking of adopting a little girl, and this grateful little
[Mrs. YOUNGS is at the R., with Mr. YOUNGs. thing pleases me. I should like to take her. [ToKit.]
Mrs. HILL is playing a on the piano, and a Little girl, I have no child in my great, big home.
number ofchildren, including CLARA, ELLA, ANNIE, Would you like to come and live with me, and be my
SUE and CHARLES, are dancing. When the dance little girl ?
is over, BRIDIGET enters wthz saucers of ice-cream Kit. And will you take kitty and granny, too?
on a tray. The children gather around her, and she AMrs. Hill. Yes, I'll adopt your kitten, too. I can-
hasnds the refreshments around to the little girls.] not exactly promise to adopt Granny Mulligan; but she
Several children. Ice-cream shall never want, for your sake, my sweet little girl.
Charles. Oh! Give us some, Bridget. [She kisses KIT. All the children ciap their
Bridget. The ladies must be served first, Master hands.
Charles. THE CURTAIN FALLS.







s874.] THE RIDDLE BOX. 375




THE RIDDLE BOX.

PICTURE QUOTATION. RIDDLE.
FIRST obtain a certain article-which I leave you to
guess-and join it to a small part of a pea (be it winter
or summer), then divide a rose in equal parts, and plac-
l. ing them before you, take the part nearest your left
.y ') hand.
S I will assist you to what comes next; and though I do
not give you an inch," as the proverb says, you will
S ''surely take an ell." Next you must receive letter of
*-friendship, and then double the numeral used in the
S.- middle Latin for eleven, and add fifty, as the Romans
.." \ did, and the result will be what you are. c. c.

C LOGOGRIPH.
WHOLE, I am a word of five letters, meaning to
l C ..arouse; beheaded, I am sharp; again beheaded, I am
S -.-'- adroitness; syncopated, I am a preposition; curtailed,
S- my first restored and read backward, I am a conjunc-
S.tion; my second and fourth restored, I am a dis'
t' inguished performer; again beheaded, I am a resinous
substance; curtailed and reversed, I am a preposition.
-- What is my name ? H. G.

In what portion of Shakspere's "King Lear" do you find the passage LITERARY ELLIPSES.
which this picture illustrates ? (Fill twe blanks with the names ofEnglish authors.)

RYTHMIC ENIGMA. I. A upon the shore had been,
HMIC ENIGMA. I looked again, and it no was seen.
I HAVE but six letters,-I 'm little, you see,
Yet millions of children have wondered at me. 2. A who of riches had great store,
My 2, 6, 5, I you possess and yet seek. Was fain to keep a -- upon his door.
My 6, 4, I makes the strongest man weak.
My 5, 3, 2, I is both pronoun and noun. 3. A trod the desert and -
And my 5, I, 2 once builded .a town. And slow, but sure, of made good his wa-.
To my 3, g, 6, 4, I men sometimes have prayed. j. P. B.
And my 4, 6, 5, I through most forests has strayed.
My 6, 3, 5 is to mystify you. CHARADE.
And devout men oft utter my 6, 5, I 2. MY first, the dark Seiiora
F. H. S Wields with uncommon grace,
ORTHOGRAPHICAL PUZZLE. And blushing, hides behind me,
The beauty of her face.
IN what word of five letters, meaning a decoy, can be
found, by transposition, the following: A narrative; a My second is a school-boy,
beverage; a preposition; a narrow strip of board; The first in every game;
a kind of dark stone; a conjunction; a verb; a And yet,-you'll scarce believe me,-
meadow; the smallest; a point of the compass; some- 'T is nothing but a name.
thing recent; the hindmost, and a conjunction.
G. My whole is but a fancy,
A vision or a dream,
CROSS-WORD ENIGMA. And very seldom-if at all-
MY first is in rope, but not in string. Has my whole form been seen.
My second is in leap, but not in spring. M..D. N.
My third is in state, but not in place. REBUS.
My fourth is in cassia, but not in mace.
My fifth is in hack, but not in cut.
My sixth is in hamlet, but not in hut. -
My seventh is in lamp, but not in light.
My eighth is in quarrel, but not in fight.
My ninth is in you, but not in him.
My tenth is in Lot, but not in Sim. -
My eleventh is in hood, but not in hat. I| 1' 1 '
My twelfth is in dog, but not in cat. -- - -.
My thirteenth is in rainy, but not in rain. --
My whole is a bay on the coast of Maine.
WM. H. GRAFFAM. -








376 THE RIDDLE BOX. [APRIL,

A QUEER AQUARIUM.

S. ..APOCOPES.

._ -I. APOCOPATE a table -of
contents and obtain a pre-
position.
2. Apocopate pusillanim-
ous and obtaiii to depress
by frightening.
3. Apocopate a clownish
fellow and obtain a kind of
sea-fish.
f 4. Apocopate a restrained
laugh and obtain a small
horse.
5. Apocopate extravagant
and obtain to dissipate.
6. Apocopate to fortify
with stakes and obtain to
faurnish or store.
7. Apocopate a small
Shield and obtain a sailor.


HERE are some puzzle-fish. They are as strange as the "Curious Fish" in our March number, but
those were real, and the appearance of each of these only indicates its name. Who can tell us what they are ?

ENIGMA. NUMERICAL EXERCISE.
I AM a compound-word of fourteen letters. My 8, 6, THE numbers used are digits. My first and fifth
13, 7 makes you comfortable in winter, and 2, 4, 12 is a equal my second. My first and third equal my fourth.
very useful article in summer; but you will want my 4, My second exceeds my first by my fifth. My third
5, Io, 6, 13 during the whole year. My o, I3, 9 you doubles my fifth. My first and third equal my fourth.
use every day, but, if used too much at one time, my Io, My fourth exceeds my third by my first. My first and
4. 5, 12 will name the result. My 14, 5, 10, I, 12 is second equal my third. My first is half of my fifth. My
something that you dread, and my 4, 1o, II, 7 something third and fourth are to my first, second and fifth as
that you like. My 14, 5, 7, I is the name of a patriarch 15: io. ISABEL.
who lived at the time of the flood, and my 9, 1o, 13, 3
that of a loman god. My 13, 7, 12, 8 you will find in IDDEN SUARE.
the sea, and my 13, 2, 9, 7 is sometimes seen on the
ground. My whole is a name which includes many WITH one vowel and three consonants form a word-
boys and girls, and of which my I, 2, 4, 7 are good rep- square which, read forward or backward, upward or
resentatives. w. F. C. downward, will be the same. A. N. O.




ANSWERS TO RIDDLES IN THE MARCH NUMBER.

RIDDLE.-Vale, veil. DOUBLE ACROSTIC.--Atlas, Arion.
LITERARY ELLIPSES.-I. Young, Gay, Hood, Lamb, Field, Gray, A--bder-A
Fox, Hunt, Horne, Lingard, Wordsworth, Steele. II. Marvell, T-uce-R
Hilarious, Akenside, Manley, Hyde, Pope. L-uperc- I
WORD-SQUARE.- A poll- 0
MANIAC S-atur-N
A P 0 L L 0 ENIGMA.--Zoroaster.
N 0 B L E R CRoss-WoRD.-Acerbato.
I LL U S E OUR CNHRISTm ADINNER.-First course: Bass and perch. Second:
A L L S I A Roast pig, spare rib, turkey, fillet. Celery (one-sixth of a carrot-c,
COREAN one-fourth of a bean-E, two-sevenths of a lettuce-LE, one-third of a
NUMERICAL ENIGMA.-"A blithe heart makes a blooming visage." cherry-RV). Dessert, Goose-bury," dates and grapes.
REBUs No. i.- BURIED POETS. I. Holmes. 2. Pope. 3. Cowper. 4. Spenser.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, 5. Southey. 6. Otway. 7. Crabbe.
How I wonder what you are, REBUs No. 2.-" Don't talk when you' r: i. .;..- r
Up above the world so high, PICTORIAL WORD PUZZLE (PREFIX "C -'. -- ..' ., confirm,
Like a diamond in the sky." concur, consign, concave, concoct, conceal, conspire, concord, con-
ANAGRAMMATIC ELLIPSES.- dign, consent, condescending.
a. In at a door-Adoration. ANSWERS TO RIDDLES IN FEBRUARY NUMBER have been received
2. Tares-Tears. from Clara L. Anthony, Joseph Bird, George P. Wheton, Thos. W.
3. Skate-Takes. McGaw, Minnie Thomas, F. W. Randolph, J. B. C., William and
4. Artisan-In a star. Sophie Winslow, Stonewall Mayes, Leila Crandon, Frank S. Palfrey,
5. Amuses-Assume. Alice S. Morrison, Chambers Baird, Clarence Campbell, J. W. P.,
6. Slip-Lips. James Hardy Roper, Evelina Hull, John Sherman, Robert Ward,
7. Measures-Sure seam. E. Stella Archer, and Clarence M. Crane.
8. Cannonade-No dean can. ANSWERS TO RIDDLES IN MARCH NUMBER.-" Busy Bee," Alice
CHARADE.-Cornicce. G. Colby, Florence Chandler, Edgar Levy, and John iC. Howard.











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