• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Frontispiece
 Maurice and his father
 The crowning feature
 Owney's trip around the world
 Absent minded man
 Why cherries grow
 Sindbad, Smith & co.
 Toby Hinkle Patriot
 A very wild flower
 The story of Marco Polo
 James Smith
 Storms
 The swordmaker's son
 A word for the old fourths
 Gunpowder
 A story of admiral Farragut
 The lost princess
 A school for firemen
 The very good friends
 A Boston tea-party. Who were the...
 The animals of Berne
 The letter-box
 The riddle-box
 Back Cover
 Spine






Title: St. Nicholas
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Title: St. Nicholas
Uniform Title: St. Nicholas (New York, N.Y.)
Alternate Title: Saint Nicholas
Physical Description: 68 v. : ill. ; 25-30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Publisher: Scribner
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: -c1943
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Dates or Sequential Designation: -v. 67, no. 4 (Feb. 1940) ; v. 70, no. 1 (Mar. 1943)-v. 70, no. 4 (June 1943).
Dates or Sequential Designation: Began with: Vol. 1, no. 1, Nov. 1873.
Numbering Peculiarities: Suspended Mar. 1940-Feb. 1943; vols. 68-69 omitted.
Issuing Body: Published by: Century, Aug. 1881- ; by Educational Pub. Corp. -1940; by St. Nicholas Magazine, 1943.
General Note: Description based on: Vol. 2, no. 12 (Oct. 1875); title from cover.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
        Front Cover 3
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Frontispiece
        Page 706
    Maurice and his father
        Page 707
        Page 708
        Page 709
        Page 710
        Page 711
        Page 712
        Page 713
        Page 714
        Page 715
        Page 716
        Page 717
        Page 718
    The crowning feature
        Page 719
    Owney's trip around the world
        Page 720
        Page 721
        Page 722
        Page 723
        Page 724
    Absent minded man
        Page 725
    Why cherries grow
        Page 725
    Sindbad, Smith & co.
        Page 726
        Page 727
        Page 728
        Page 729
        Page 730
        Page 731
    Toby Hinkle Patriot
        Page 732
        Page 733
        Page 734
        Page 735
        Page 736
        Page 737
    A very wild flower
        Page 738
    The story of Marco Polo
        Page 739
        Page 740
        Page 741
        Page 742
        Page 743
    James Smith
        Page 744
    Storms
        Page 745
    The swordmaker's son
        Page 746
        Page 747
        Page 748
        Page 749
        Page 750
        Page 751
        Page 752
        Page 753
        Page 754
        Page 755
    A word for the old fourths
        Page 756
        Page 757
    Gunpowder
        Page 758
        Page 759
        Page 760
        Page 761
    A story of admiral Farragut
        Page 762
        Page 763
        Page 764
        Page 765
        Page 766
    The lost princess
        Page 767
        Page 768
        Page 769
        Page 770
        Page 771
        Page 772
        Page 773
        Page 774
        Page 775
    A school for firemen
        Page 776
        Page 777
        Page 778
        Page 779-782
        Page 783
    The very good friends
        Page 784
    A Boston tea-party. Who were the guests?
        Page 785
        Page 786
    The animals of Berne
        Page 787
    The letter-box
        Page 788
        Page 789
        Page 790
    The riddle-box
        Page 791
        Page 792
        Page 793
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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ST. NICHOLAS.


VOL. XXIII.


JULY, 1896.


MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.

A ROMANCE OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION.

By SARA KING WILEY.


"WH-WHEN shall we ar-rive? said little
Maurice Terraine, the words being fairly jog-
gled out of him by his bumping up and down
on his pony. Sir Lawrence Terraine turned
slightly in his saddle, and surveyed with dis-
pleasure the absurd figure behind him. Flat
on his stomach, with both arms wound in the
pony's mane, Maurice was urging on that lazy
little beast by rapid kicks from two small heels.
He raised a face scarlet with heat, but glowing
with excitement, and-surrounded by a tangle of
damp curls, for his hat had gone long before.
Maurice," said his father, severely, hold
yourself upon your horse in a more seemly pos-
ture. Is it possible that you never have ridden
before ? "
"Yes, sir. I never did ride before," an-
swered the boy, struggling obediently to sit up,
but not daring to loose his grip on the pony's
mane, "and I do not corn-comprehend how
you match with his hops."
Sir Lawrence, looking at the little figure which
was bunched up in the position of a monkey on
a stick, could not refrain from smiling..
Aunt Dawson," continued Maurice, encour-
aged to freedom by his father's smile, "would


not permit me to mount a horse. I- I did ride
a cow once, but the g-gait is different."
"I will hold you, my son," said the stately
gentleman, and, reining in his horse, he put one
arm around the boy, and began to show him
how to ride.
It was a warm day in August, 1780; and the
detachment of English cavalry with which Mau-
rice and his father journeyed were taking some
American prisoners to Charleston, South Caro-
lina. The Revolutionary War had been going
on for nearly five years, and in spite of the cour-
age of the Americans, the outlook for them was
a dark one. The Continental Army in the North
was in a sad condition- unpaid, and in want
of food. And in the South the English had
taken Charleston, and Lord Cornwallis and
Major Tarleton were expected very soon to put
an end to the war.
Maurice was in a strange position for so
small a boy; but his father, who wished to keep
his child with him, believed that the fighting
was really over, and had brought Maurice on
from his home in St. Augustine.
Sir Lawrence Terraine was in no way con-
nected with the English army. He had been


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MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


obliged to make a business trip to the North;
and on his return had consented to accompany
this expedition as far as Charleston, more for
the pleasure of traveling with his friend Captain
Debrow than from any desire for protection.
It was the general opinion of the British at the
time of our story that the poor and ragged
bands of Americans, who, commanded by Ma-
rion, wandered about in the woods, would soon
be captured or put to flight.
Were you happy with Aunt Dawson, Mau-
rice ? said Sir Lawrence suddenly to his son.
"Why, you were with her in London.eight whole
years. When I left you to come to America
after your mother died, you were only three
years old."
Ye-s, sir," said Maurice, slowly; I was
happy. She was very good. I like this better,
though. She was very quiet, and I had to be
still most of the time." Then, with a sud-
den burst of confidence, Of course, I loved
her. She was the only relation I had; but, fa-
ther, I 've only been with you three months,-
it is just three months since you came to Eng-
land for me when Aunt Dawson died and,
father, I love you more in three months than I
loved her in eight years."
I am rejoiced to hear that you care for me,
my son," said Sir Lawrence. "I hope that
your affection will continue in proportion. If
you love me eight ounces in three months I
shall suppose that you loved your aunt one
ounce a year how many ounces will you love
me in eight years ? "
I do not measure my love by ounces," said
Maurice, gravely. I am a gentleman; not a
merchant."
His father laughed, patted the boy on the
cheek with his gloved hand, and, turning to the
officer who rode on his left, he resumed the con-
versation which his little side-talk with Maurice
had interrupted. .
"You must have perceived already, Captain
Debrow," he said, though your courtesy will
not acknowledge it, that I am sadly ignorant
of this country, and, indeed, of the causes and
conduct of this whole rebellion. My absorp-
tion in my work, and my manner of life, have
brought this about. As you know, I am much
more a student of books than of men."


"Still," urged the persistent captain, "you
must perceive the right of England to rule her
own colonies. It is my opinion that you should
form your opinions without longer delay. I am
assured besides that you would make a good
soldier; for, despite your cold manner, you have
already as much influence with these men as
I-nay, more."
"I have neglected this matter too long,"
said Sir Lawrence, slowly. I will form my
opinions. I see plainly the claims of England.
And after I have heard the other side, if I be-
come convinced that it is my duty to do so,
of course I will offer my services to the king."
You will be wise to do that," answered Cap-
tain Debrow. "We shall soon put down this
rebellion, and it will then be inconvenient to be
on the American side."
He spoke these words in a harsh manner,
which was disagreeable to his auditor. The
contrast was great between the delicate features
of Sir Lawrence Terraine and Captain De-
brow's rather coarsely molded face; but never-
theless a sincere friendship existed between the
two men.
"Lord Cornwallis will, I am sure, treat the
conquered gently," answered Sir Lawrence.
"And this General Washington,--what sort of
a man is he? "
Oh, an untutored savage," said Debrow.
"At least he has gathered what he knows here
in the wilderness was a surveyor at sixteen,
and with Braddock later."
The progress of the horses through the sandy
soil was necessarily slow. Upon both sides
stretched away rolling land, covered with a
mass of low spike-palms, their fan-like leaves
coated with dust.
At this point the conversation of the gentle-
men was stopped by sounds of wailing ahead.
"What is that ? said Sir Lawrence Terraine,
looking forward anxiously.
Captain Debrow did not answer, but smiled a
little, as if he knew. Maurice's face exhibited
such repressed questions, that his father said:
"Well, my son? What have you to say? "
in answer to his eager glances; and a torrent
of words broke forth.
I heard that before, sir, some time ago. Is
it Indians ? Will they try to scalp us ? Shall


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MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


we fight them? Oh, may I borrow a gun?
Please, father, let me have a gun! I know
how to hold it, and I can pull the trigger, I 'm
sure. And I would be careful not to aim it at
you, indeed I would "
I should think your looks would be sufficient
to startle even a savage, Maurice," said Sir
Lawrence, glancing at the boy's wild hair and
dirty face.
Anyway, he did not forbid me to take a gun
at all," thought Maurice; and he stowed away
for future reference the mental note: "Father
has not forbidden me to take a gun."
At this moment the cause of the noise became
apparent. On the right side of the road was
what had been a fine farm, now the scene of
havoc and destruction. The pretty front gar-
den was trampled to mud, the flowers lay,
pitifully dying, uprooted in the scorching sun.
The house was no longer there; in its place


MAURICE AND SERGEANT ANDREWS UNDER FIRE.
(SEE PAGE 711.)
were smoldering embers from which still rose
a thick black smoke; and, most woeful of all,
wandering distractedly about the ruins was a
miserable band of women and children, some


searching the ground in hopes of finding the
few treasures which had been flung from the
windows the previous night, while others were
weeping forlornly. Sir Lawrence Terraine's pale
face flushed with indignation.
"Who has done this ? Is it the Cherokees ?
Infamous! Outrageous! he cried, and setting
spurs to his horse, he galloped over to one of
the wretched groups, followed by Maurice.
Madam," said Sir Lawrence to one of the
women, who sat with several children huddled
about her, "from whom and why have you
suffered this injury? "
The poor creature raised a tear-stained face,
but answered with flashing eyes:
"Why? Because my husband is with Mar-
ion, fighting for his country. From whom ?
From the army of his Majesty, King George."
"I feel sure this is some mistake, madam,"
answered the Englishman, much troubled.


money would only be stolen from her.
"Surely, the king's officers would respect
your sorrow," said he, attempting to force the
coins into her hands.
Come on, come on, Terraine!" shouted
Captain Debrow; and the kind-hearted gentle-
man, assuring the woman that her case should


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not be neglected, was obliged to ride forward.
Maurice lingered, stripping off his coat.
Please take this for that little boy," he said,
hurriedly thrusting it into the woman's hands;
"his is burnt, is n't it ? I can get another to-
night."
Then, without waiting for thanks, Maurice
kicked his pony and hastened off, his round
face red and sober.
Debrow," said his friend, "this is unbear-
able! I shall complain to Major Tarleton as
soon as possible."
My dear fellow," was the careless answer,
"these people are only one case. Why, the
order of Cornwallis to Clinton was, No good
faith or justice is to be expected from the reb-
els, and we ought in all our transactions with
them to act upon that supposition.' "
Sir Lawrence Terraine set his thin lips with
a rather unpleasant expression.
"I shall have no part in such warfare," he
answered; "it is unmanly, unsoldierly, and un-
christian "; and drawing away from Debrow as
if conversation with him was now become dis-
tasteful, he began to ask Maurice questions
about his life in England, which that young
gentleman answered eagerly. This talk lasted
until the party halted for the night. Maurice
occupied a room in a neighboring farmhouse,
and was bidden to go to sleep at once, as they
would rise very early in order to cross the San-
tee before daybreak.
In the cold and crystal air of the early morn-
ing, when there was yet no color in the land-
scape, and only a paling streak in the east, the
guard with their prisoners started to ford the
river. Maurice, standing on the bank beside his
father, was watching the proceeding with great
interest.
Suddenly a cry rang out from the shore op-
posite to Maurice, and one of the foremost men
ran to the party which was there landing.
Some of the prisoners were already across, and
the first movement was to surround these. The
sharp crack of a musket was heard. Maurice
started, and his eyes shone. Then a chill ran
down his spine as he saw one of the soldiers
pitch forward on his face.
Now black figures sprang from the woods,
and the noise of the firing came faster and


faster, filling the air with din and rattle. Little
puffs of smoke rose here and there among the
bushes by the shore, telling whence a bullet
had sped. Other shots hit the water and sent
up jets of foam. A man rushing past shouted:
"'T is Marion! Marion is upon us!"
Disorder began to spread among the British
on the further shore. The prisoners in the
transport on its way across were struggling with
their guards. Another boat was about to put
out from the nearer bank. A soldier approached
Sir Lawrence Terraine and said a few words
hastily. Maurice's father turned with him and
approached his boy.
Maurice, the men over there are frightened.
I must go to them. If the prisoners get free-
dom it will be bad. You are quite safe here.
Sergeant Andrews will stay with you. I will-
return and the grave, steady voice faltered.
Yes, father." Maurice's voice sounded far
away to his own ears; he was glad to hear it
ring out so clear. Sir Lawrence stooped sud-
denly and kissed the boy's lips; then, without
another word, he turned and strode away.
Maurice stood watching the familiar back
with a lump in his throat; then he thought,
"This is my first battle! It was a splendid
thought, and quickly brought with it a second,
"I must have a gun." Andrews, however,
differed from him on this point; but not far
from them a musket had been dropped by some
panic-stricken man, and Maurice possessed
himself of it, assuring the sergeant that his
father would allow it, he knew; which was,
indeed, a slight changing of the mental note,
"Father did not forbid me."
Meanwhile the terror and confusion increased
every moment among the British troops. The
prisoners were rapidly freeing themselves and
joining in the fray. Those on the transports
had come to hand-to-hand conflicts; Maurice
saw two men clinch, and, tugging together, fall
over into the water and disappear. He was
standing close by the bank, when he perceived
that the Americans had captured a boat and
were crossing the stream. The sergeant saw it,
too, and his face paled.
"We 're as safe here as anywhere," he mut-
tered half to himself, half to Maurice; we 're
out of range and hidden by the bushes."


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[JULY,






MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


A few minutes more and the boat touched
the land and the men leaped ashore.
"We'd best go further off," said the sergeant
excitedly. He was a brave man, but his re-
sponsibility for this little boy's safety was terrible
to him and unsettled his nerves. He seized


. A/


" THEY FELL TO FIGHTING, AND THE LITTLE DOG WATCHED
THEM." (SEE PAGE 713.)
Maurice's arm and they started from their cover
and ran along the bank, which just here was
much higher than the river. They had gone
some distance when, amid all the uproar, they
heard the sound of footsteps near at hand and
two men leaped from the woods a few rods
ahead. Maurice knew one instant of rigid ter-
ror, then his courage came. He raised his
heavy musket unsteadily, and pulled the trigger
with all his strength. As he did so, with the
rapid consciousness of the intense moment, he


heard another shot and he wondered in a flash
if it would hurt if it hit him, and where it would
strike. Then his own gun went off with a tre-
mendous crash and a recoil that sent him on
his back. As he fell, he loosed his hold on the
musket. It dropped with a great splash into
the water, and Sergeant Andrews, as he sank to
the ground with a bullet in his ribs, thought in
his last conscious moment, "The boy's gone
down on the stream."
Maurice, rising, beheld his friend apparently
lifeless before him, a great crimson stain spread-
ing fast on his white shirt. The boy saw the
enemy approaching from beyond; before and
behind there was danger. Suddenly, wild with
fear, he turned and darted into the woods.
How long he ran, while every twig that cracked
behind him seemed an approaching foe, he
never knew.
At length he stopped to get his breath. The
noise of the firing was faint in the distance, and
it occurred to him that his best plan was to
strike for the river in order to be sure of his sit-
uation. He therefore took what he thought to
be the right direction and toiled on for some
time, the perspiration running from his face, and
his legs trembling from fatigue. Soon he came
to a swamp and attempted to cross by jumping
from one tuft of grass to another. Several
times he slipped and went into the oozy mud
over his shoe-tops. At length the marsh be-
came what seemed to be an immense lake, with
the forest trees and even bushes growing out of
the water and casting long wriggling black
shadows upon its surface.
Keeping to the marsh in order to avoid this
strange water forest he changed his course, and
finally came again to hard ground. He sat
down under a pine-tree, and, searching his be-
loved pocket, found some biscuits which he had
saved from breakfast. Tiny black flies annoyed
him by stinging his hands. He felt warm and
sticky, but the shade was pleasant, and he was
very tired; so he laid his head down at the foot
of the tree and closed his eyes. The southern
night fell like a cloak cast suddenly from hea-
ven, and the thought went through Maurice's
head that he knew how his bird felt when he
covered his cage. In the growing darkness the
boy saw what he thought was an immense nest


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of snakes coiled near him. He sprang up with
a cry, and as he did so perceived that they were
only the smooth gray roots of a curious tree. But
with that start of fear his courage was gone.


ON THE WAY TO ST. AUGUSTINE.


Father i" he shrieked, "father 1" and called
and called with some wild idea that his father
must hear him, and ran desperately on until an-
other great root caught his toe and he fell for-
ward upon a pile of moss and lay quite still,
sobbing distractedly.
The forest seemed alive with tiny noises. A
bird hopped from branch to branch above his
head and set the leaves shaking lightly together.
Then he heard some little creature scurrying
through the underbrush and the far-off cry of a
soaring night-bird in search of prey. Cuddling
close to the tree trunk in the darkness he ceased
his crying.
It was, however, a long and restless night
with wild dreams and frequent wakenings, and
it was long before deep slumber finally came
upon him.
On waking Maurice felt fresh and brave
again. He decided, as he saw the sun, to guide
his course by it and to keep steadily to the east.
He had not gone far before he saw a bonfire
gleaming between the trees and several men
sitting about it. Delighted at the thought of
rescue he ran forward. One of the men jumped
to his feet and pointed a gun at him, then low-
ered it and called to the others, Only a boy! "
Maurice advanced and looked at the group
of men around the fire. No uniforms," he
thought. "They could not be soldiers; too rag-


ged to be farmers or hunters." He picked out
one who had a pleasant face, and asked him for
some breakfast, explaining that he had lost his
father and that he was very hungry.
A lost boy was no novelty in those
: .. disordered times, and the man, who was
Sa good-hearted fellow, grunted for an-
swer, and, poking about in the ashes
which had been raked from the fire,
f.- brought out three potatoes, which he
:* tossed to Maurice, shaking his fingers
with a muttered word about their heat.
Maurice seated himself, having made
him a little bow, and said he thanked
him for his hospitality. This was a
piece of good Aunt Dawson's training,
and it had its effect. The man, staring,
asked him his name. Maurice gave it,
and, seeing the man had no more ques-
tions to put, in his turn requested to be
told who the party were.
"Marion's men,'" said the man. "Did n't
you know that? "
Maurice was more excited than frightened
by this news, and he decided not to tell his
story until he knew more of his surroundings.
"Where is the-er-general?" said the
boy. It stuck in his throat little Englishman
that he was to call this "rebel outcast" a
general; but Maurice was wise.
"Over there," said the ragged soldier.
Maurice rose, having finished his potatoes,
thanked the man courteously, and started in
the direction indicated. He had gone but a
short distance when a little white dog leaped
from the bushes, followed by a tall, freckle-faced
boy, who cried, Who are you ? "
Maurice felt very grand because he had re-
frained from telling his story to the soldier; and
he thought himself above this plainly dressed
boy, so he answered, rudely enough:
It 's none of your business, boy!" for
which ill-mannered act he had to pay dearly.
The muscles of the stranger's lower jaw jerked
as he set his teeth.
I am an American soldier, dirty face," said he.
Maurice drew himself up, and forgot his pru-
dence.
I am the oldest son of Sir Lawrence Ter-
raine, and with the army of Lord Cornwallis."


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MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


Oh, you are, are ye?" cried the young
American. "Well, I '11 show ye what we 're
going to do to every one of the British!
Take off your coat."
Maurice began to draw it off at once.
I don't know how to fight," he said; but
there was not a trace of fear in his tone. He
merely stated it as an interesting fact.
"Ah," said the American, with a grin, I '11
teach ye "; and without another word, they fell
to fighting. The plump little dog rose on his
haunches, and watched them, with one ear up,
and the other down, and his forehead wrinkled
as if he were thinking deeply.
Maurice was a strong little fellow, and he
did not fail to strike a number of good blows;
but superior skill was against him, and before
long he was quite at his enemy's mercy.
You'd better say 'down!'" said that worthy,


"Your nose is bleeding," said the young
American, as he rose to his feet, and allowed
Maurice to do the same; then, noting the
slightly worried expression of his plucky adver-
sary, he added kindly, Oh, that 's nothing,
unless you 've broken your nose. Let me see."
With perfect trust Maurice gave himself into
the hands of his late enemy, who felt and moved
the small nose with anxious thoroughness. At
this moment a step close at hand startled them.
Boys, boys! Have you been fighting ? said a
deep voice; and, as the young American turned,
with the quick word, "The general! Maurice
saw a short man in a worn continental uniform.
Though Francis Marion was small of stature,
there was something in the fine, strong face,
and quick bnght eyes, which commanded re-
spect, and Maurice bowed low.
"Jack Harwood," said the officer sternly,


"MAURICE, SPRINGING UP, PUT HIS FOOT PROUDLY UPON HIS ADVERSARY." (SEE PAGE 7P6.)

firmly holding him. "You can't help it, and I I am ashamed of you! I thought you con-
don't want to hurt you. You fought real well." sidered yourself a soldier. If you were one, in-
Did I?" cried Maurice; and, in spite of his stead of a small and foolish boy, I should be
many bruises, he smiled joyously. severe with you. Because our camp is in the
VoL. XXIII.-90.


Irl






MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


wilds is no reason that it should lack discipline.
Who is this little boy you have been abusing?"
"If you please, sir," said Maurice, bravely,
he hath not abused me. I am of the king's
army, and it was a fair fight."
General Marion's eyes twinkled.
"Well, Jack," said he, "I 'm glad you are
no bully; but no more fighting, boys." And he
turned away. Maurice followed and touched
his arm.
General Marion, may I speak to you for a
minute ? "
Well, what is it?"
Maurice told his name, and then related his
story as clearly and as briefly as he could, and
the general listened attentively.
"H-m," said he, "I hardly know what to
do about this. It would not be safe for you to
go wandering about in those dangerous regions,
even if I could spare men to take care of you.
I '11 do the best I can for you, my child. I 'm
very sorry about your troubles. We will try to
find out where your father's party has gone,
first of all. Meanwhile, Jack will take care of
you. Won't you, Jack ? "
"Yes, indeed, sir," said the young American,
heartily. And the general, with an approving
nod, strode quickly away.
The boys now stood surveying each other,
awkwardly; but the little dog broke the ice.
He trotted up to Maurice,'and snuffed about
his legs, and, as the boy stooped to pat his pretty
smooth head, he became immensely-excited over
nothing at all, wriggled, rolled, and bit softly at
Maurice's hands, making a noise between a
gurgle and a bark.
"What 's his name ?" said Maurice.
Barney," answered Jack; that is, his real
name is Benedict Arnold; but it was too long to
call, and it became Benny Arnold, and then B.
Arnold, and then plain Barney. It does not
matter, though, if you never say it without re-
membering what it really is. He was named
in honor of the great General Arnold, who won
the battle of Stillwater."
Pooh! said Maurice, his conceit again ris-
ing, I know more about your battles than
that, Yankee Doodle. General Gates won the
battle of Stillwater."
Jack laughed good-naturedly.


"You 're putting on airs because you don't
know much," he said. "General Gates didhave
the honor, but my general did the fighting. He
had been treated meanly by Congress, and he
had no command; but he just spurred his horse
ahead of our men, right in the midst of the shot
and shell, and, waving his sword over his head,
he cheered them on, one line and then another,
till they won the day. Father says he 's not a
good man: that he cares more for his own
glory than he does for serving his country; but
I think he 's splendid, and General Washing-
ton admires him."
Jack's boyish voice fell as he spoke that name,
and his eyes shone. If Maurice had had any
thoughts of speaking of the American chief as
an "untutored savage," he wisely put them
aside then and there.
"Can Barney do any tricks ?" he said, look-
ing at the dog, who sat with his pink tongue
out, gazing at them from his great brown eyes.
"Yes," said Jack; and taking a stick he held
it over his head. Barney became frantic at
once; he danced about, barking furiously.
"Speak for it! commanded Jack.
"I should think he was speaking loud
enough! said Maurice, with a laugh.
"Yes, but not the right way.
"Ow ow ow," gurgled Barney.
"Good dog! Now beg."
Up went two little paws for an instant; then
the jumping began again.
"Turn around," said his master; and the
little dog turned and turned, trying to keep his
bright eyes every minute on the prize. Then
Jack threw it, and he leaped and as quickly
returned; and after chewing it awhile laid it at
the boys' feet, and wagged, not his tail alone,
but at least half of his excited little body.
They soon left off this amusement and started
through the woods. At length they reached
the hut where Jack then lived, and there they
spent the day together. They found much to
,talk about, for Jack's home also was in St. Au-
gustine.
The next day General Marion sent for Maur-
ice, and told him that a recently captured
Englishman had said to one of his men that
Sir Lawrence Terraine had returned to St. Au-
gustine. The poor boy felt greatly depressed at


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MAURICE AND
strange news; he had been certain that
either would try to find him, and would
in somewhere near.
don't understand, sir," said he, "but I am
ny father never went away without some
a. Anyway, now I know he's alive and

'his is not so bad as it looks, Maurice,"
he kind-hearted general. "Jack's father,
tin Harwood, is going to St. Augustine
About an exchange of prisoners, and to
igate the case of Mr. Christopher Gadsby,
)le patriot who has been seized by the
h. He will look after all our other poor
re friends. There is an Indian here named
wa, who has come from a friendly tribe,
L wampum and a speech, and he can guide
11 back."
urice thanked General Marion, delighted
prospect. And as he and Jack turned
he said: "Why don't you talk about
al Marion, Jack? I think he 's fine "
h, yes, of course," was the careless an-
"but then we see him all the time, and
nothing wonderful. And then, he 's so
Now, General Washington -" and Jack
led into stories of the surprise at Trenton,
his hero had kept on his way through ice
low with frightened and discouraged sol-
and, when he was told that the muskets
wet and useless, had answered, "Then
iem bayonets; the town must be carried "
urice listened, much impressed, and then
iwered with tales of British valor.
little party began that long journey of
three hundred miles a few days later.
ce was eager to start before, but the In-
achem was not going to move until every
ony which he thought proper had been
med.
wvever, Menawa was satisfied at last, and
aying farewell regretfully to kind General
n, Maurice, Jack and his father, Menawa,
io or three hunters started for St. Augus-
What a wonderful journey that was to
tie English boy! Daily they made their
rough forests where the trunks of the
palms were overgrown with brilliant
mosses and pink lichens. At night they
mes slept beneath the great trees, whose


HIS FATHER. 715

snake-like roots fell from the branches, and
made a sort of summer-house about them. The
weird gray moss hung from every littlest twig
and waved from the larger boughs in heavy
masses, strange and ghostly in the moonlight.
They passed down rivers where the water was
so crystal clear that they could see the fish
swimming by in schools, and now and then a
great turtle steering a rapid course. Sometimes
the branches, dripping with the moss, met over
their heads, and often they saw on the banks
big alligators looking like immense fallen tree
trunks.
Late one afternoon they saw the roofs of St.
Augustine gathered between the blue lines of
water, and having said good-by to Menawa, they
approached the two stone pillars of the gate.
Through that long journey the constant
thought of Maurice was, "So much nearer my
father; so many miles before I reach him." The
boy did not speak of this even to Jack; but day
after day he grew more eager, more restless, and
when at last, after a day and a night that seemed
unending, he saw the city before him, it seemed
as if he could not remain quiet for a moment.
By the gate stood an English sentry to whom
Captain Harwood stated his mission. The man
was rude and stern, seized them, and called on
three other soldiers to come to his assistance.
I would have you remember," said Captain
Harwood, that I come on business from Gen-
eral Marion, and have credentials."
"Pshaw!" was the answer. "One of the
wretched rebels that follow the 'Swamp Fox'.
Take him up to the fort, men, and keep him
close; the boys, too."
Maudice could wait no longer. With trem-
bling lips he asked the man for Sir Lawrence
Terraine. He knew of no such person. A
sudden fear seized the boy, and he was silent.
In spite of protests they were walked through
St. Augustine, down streets so narrow that
the trees met across, past queer old Spanish
houses, till the moat of the fort and its dark
walls were before them. They passed under
the gateway, through the damp stone passage,
into the open sunlit square within. Here sev-
eral officers came forward, and their captors
gave their report. No attention was paid to
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MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


roughly bidden to hold their peace. Captain
Harwood was led away, and then Maurice and
Jack were pulled across the court, past the
doorway of the tiny old chapel, to the opening
of the next cell. Maurice knew the spot all
too well. He knew that beyond this was an-
other yet smaller one, which the Spaniards,
when they held the town, had used for a tor-
ture chamber.
"Stop he screamed to the soldiers. "If
you put us in there, it will choke us. I am the
son of Sir Lawrence Terraine."
"There is no such person here," said the
guard. Be quiet. In you go, whether you
like it or not."
Maurice became frantic. He threw himself
suddenly on to his back, and spun around like
a beetle, striking out with his feet. One of the
soldiers jumped at him from each side. An-
other stood looking on; he was a very tall man.
Maurice, before either of the soldiers could
grab him, leaped up and ran under this man,
seizing a leg in each arm. The attack was so
sudden that the big soldier had no chance to
defend himself Down he went, and, striking
the back of his head, lay still, blinking fast,
while his small enemy, springing up, put his
foot proudly upon the chest of his adversary.
The soldiers around joined in a shout of ap-
plause; and Maurice took the chance to de-
mand to see his father's friend, Captain Debrow.
As it happened he was not far off, and Maurice
fairly ran into his arms with delight. The cap-
tain stared with amazement.
Maurice Terraine! We thought you were
drowned in the Santee Where have you come
from? "
My father! Where is he ?"
It is a long story, child. Tell me where on
earth you have kept yourself? "
"Oh, no, no; not till you tell me about my
father. Is he well ?" Maurice was trembling
and white.
Yes, yes," said the captain, quickly, "well
enough, but far from here. He is with Wash-
ington."
"What! Maurice gaped with amazement.
"Yes. He hath left us. You see, child,
your father became wroth at the way we treated
the people in the country. He went to Ma-


jor Tarleton and then to Lord Cornwallis and
told them what he thought, and they were
annoyed, and did not satisfy him; so then he
talked to Mr. Gadsby and to the other Ameri-
can prisoners, in order to learn their side of the
question, he said. The end was that they con-
vinced him that the American colonies had been
treated unjustly, and he became so wrought up
that he left us. The next thing we heard he had
offered his sword to Washington, and was be-
come Colonel Terraine of the Continental Army."
Gone again! The boy felt that there was
something cutting at his heart--some keen
steel that he could not stay. At last, he said,
slowly:
"But why did not he try to find me ? "
"Andrews was with you, and he said that
just as he was shot he saw you fall into the
river."
Captain Debrow then heard Maurice's story,
and procured the release of his two friends, tak-
ing them all to his own house. He seemed
unfeeling in regard to the sufferings of poor-
farmers; but the case of his friend's child was
another matter.
At length it was decided to send Maurice on
to New York, by water; and he was then to
find General Washington, and to learn where
his father was. He was, therefore, put in
charge of the captain of a vessel, and not many
days later Maurice stood on the wharf with
Captain Debrow and Jack by his side, and Bar-
ney leaping about them.
"Time to come on board!" shouted the
captain, from the deck of his vessel, which was
just weighing anchor. Jack threw his arms
around Maurice, and gave him a real bear's hug;
then, suddenly, he grabbed up the wriggling
Barney, and held him out to his friend.
"You '11 be lonely. He 's just as fond of you
as he is of me."
Maurice hardly believed for a minute that
Jack meant to give him the pretty dog; then
he seized him quickly enough, and with bash-
ful, but very sincere, thanks, he jumped on
board, as the ship slowly veered round in the
stream, caught the wind, and sailed away across
the bright water, till Jack and Captain Debrow
were only tiny dots of black.
Maurice was lonely, but Barney was a great


[JULY,






MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


comfort; and as they neared New York the "Yes, General Washington is there and
thought of his father drove away every other alone," he was told.
feeling. At that city he learned that the Ameri- Could he see him ?
can chief was to be at Hartford in two days, to "Sure, no, ye little bye," said the Irish sen-
have an inter- try. "It 's wore out the poor
view with his gintleman is, already, and it 's
French friends, metslf 'v.uld n't bother with all
and would then tium jabbenng Frinchmen "
go on to West Maurice % as desperate.
Point. Maurice's OI plese he said. "Beg,
friend, the cap- Barnr-y : you beg, too."
tain of the ves- T, ie little dog sat up at
sel, started him O ,rirce withdroopingpaws.
on his way to 'Sure, me own name's
this place, and Barney. And is
onSeptember 23 your dog's name
the small traveler O'Reilly, too? "
stood upon the said the sentry.
bluff above the "Oh, if he
beautiful Hud- is your name-
son River. sake," exclaim-
Maurice was ed Maurice,
informed that "you must let
General Wash- him in! Oh, see,
ington was there you can hold
showing the him while I go
works to Gener- in! Maurice
al Lafayette, and thought no one
his heart began could resist such
to flutter and an offer.
thump within I '11 see,"
him. Barneywas said the soldier,
sitting beside and he stepped
him, looking at within, and re-
his master with turning said,
bright and lov- --" Go on."
ing eyes, his Maurice yielded
little black nose u Barney and stepped
quivering. into the hall, went along
"Barney," said it. ,r,,i paused just inside
the boy, "we 're .- aln open door. He was
afraid, but we 're i. trmblring. A voice said:
not going to stop .. Wham is your errand?"
if we are." BEFORE THE FIREPLACE STOOD THE GREAT COMMANDER. -a voice even, grave, and
And, picking up rather severe.
the dog, he took his way, through the rustling Maurice raised his eyes. Just before the fire-
leaves that lay like heaps of gold, toward the place stood the great commander; to the boy's
house which one of the soldiers, from whom excited thought he seemed even larger than
Maurice ventured to ask for directions, had he was. Washington's.hands were behind his
pointed out to him. back, his handsome head bent a little forward.


717






MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


"What is your errand, my lad ? said he
again, with a note of command in the tone.
Oh, my father my father! he said. "I
have been lost from him so very long! "
Something in the thrilling child's voice,
something in the piteous and forlorn expres-
sion of his face went straight to the warm
heart that the general carried beneath his calm
exterior. He crossed the room in quick strides,
and laying his hand on the boy's shoulder,
said kindly:
My poor child !"
This was too much. Maurice had borne
bravely the long strain of waiting, the repeated
disappointments, but the unexpected sympathy
broke down his self-possession. He put his
head in the crook of his arm and sobs came
fast, sobs that shook him from head to foot.
The general drew him aside, sat down in an
armchair, and taking the little hanging hand
in both his own, said: "There, there, stop
crying, and tell me all about it."
Maurice choked down his sobs and told his
story. At his father's name the general rose
quickly.
"Colonel Terraine's son! Why, then, your
father was here a short time ago he may be
upstairs now!"
Maurice forgot even the great chief and
sprang for the door. But Washington caught
him by the arm.
"My dear boy-he does not know-I-
will go."
Maurice stood still in the center of the room,
and pressed his hands hard together. The
general went out, and upstairs; it seemed to
Maurice that he stepped very slowly.
Colonel Terraine sat in' an upstairs room
writing; he laid down his pen and rose as the
general entered.
Colonel," said Washington, "I have some
wonderful news for you." He paused; the offi-
cer took a step forward and opened his lips, but
did not speak.
Come downstairs with me," continued the
general slowly, and remember as you go that
passage in the Scriptures, But the father said,
Let us be merry, for this my son'" Colonel
Terraine caught the back of a chair "' for this
my son-' ".went on the sweet grave voice,


"'was dead, and is alive again; he was lost
and is found.'"
Colonel Terraine stood an instant with wide,
questioning eyes; then he rushed through the
doorway and down the stairs. The general fol-
lowed him quickly. There was a loud cry as
the colonel entered the room and Maurice sprang
into his father's arms. General Washington
closed the door and stood guard over it himself.
Barney, having escaped from the soldier, tore
in, and the general stooped from his great
height to pat the little dog. If Barney had been
a man he would have seen that there were tears
in the bright blue eyes.

The only time that Maurice saw the great
chief again, for many years, was at Fishkill the
next day. Maurice was with his father, and the
general passed with a number of officers, all
walking very rapidly. Washington's face was
set and gray, but his eyes were restless, fierce,
and burning; a like expression of pain and of
anger was on the faces of his companions. Two
gentlemen, passing, spoke to each other, and
Maurice overheard them.
General Washington loved him," said one.
"Ay," answered the other, but if he catches
the traitor-" and the sentence ended with a
meaning look.
Colonel Terraine crossed the street and spoke
to one of the officers, and when he returned his
own face was white and drawn.
"Father what is it ? cried the boy.
"My son, I cannot explain it now. General
Arnold is a traitor! He has tried to sell his
country to the enemy. Thank heaven he has
not succeeded!"
Colonel Terraine took Maurice to Boston in
order to leave him with friends until the close
of the war. There he remained for just one
year, and on that great and glorious day when
peace was proclaimed, when men embraced in
the streets for very joy, when the name of Wash-
ington, joined with blessings, was on every lip,
Maurice and his father stood on the deck of a
vessel bound for St. Augustine. Maurice was
very happy, and was full of thoughts of seeing
Jack again, but for some minutes he had seemed
troubled. At length the shadows broke away,
and he caught his father's hand, crying:


718


[JULY,






MAURICE AND HIS FATHER.


"May I tell you something, sir? It has
troubled me a long time."
"Well, Maurice ?"
It"s about Barney. Look at him."
The little dog sat near them, his head on one
side, his forehead wrinkled, his bright eyes
watching every motion of his master.


will be named in honor of Barney O'Reilly, the
general's man. And you know" very ear-
nestly "Jack himself said that it did not
matter what you called him, if you never did it
without remembering just what the name really
meant."
So this last trouble was disposed of, and


"MAURICE SPRANG INTO HIS FATHER'S ARMS."


Does n't he look as if he understood every
word? I cannot have him named after Bene-
dict Arnold -he 's such a faithful little dog!
But I knew he 'd be so confused if I called him
anything else. Now, I 've found the best plan:
I '11 call him 'Barney,' just the same, but he


Barney stopped wrinkling his forehead, and
jumped at Maurice with a joyous bark, quite
as if he understood that he no longer bore the
name of a traitor, but was to be called Barney
in honor of Barney O'Reilly the loyal servant
of the great Washington.


THE CROWNING FEATURE.


By BENJAMIN WEBSTER.


BEFORE the Fourth our father said
That we had been good boys,
And so he bought a lot of things
All full of fire and noise.


Among them was a gorgeous one
We did n't know about;
So at the last we lighted it:
It sputtered and--went out.


719







\J.Iy'5


TRIP


AROUND
TM F7


BY CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER.
READERS of ST. NICHOLAS need no intro- few days later, on August 19, 1895, his friends
duction to "Owney," as the magazine has said farewell to Owney, as he walked up the
printed several articles about the clever and gangway of the good ship "Victoria" of the
popular post office dog.* You remember that N. P. S. S. Co., and was welcomed by Captain
Owney has traveled over almost every postal Panton, whose guest he was to be. Owney
route in North America, and that tags and had his credentials in a traveling-bag, and he
medals, collected from his friends along the carried also his blanket, brush, and comb, his
way, amounting to a bushel or more, are kept medal-harness for full dress, and letters of in-
in the Post Office Department at Washington. production to the postal authorities of the world.
In 1895 he visited Postmaster A. B. Case, As the steamer backed out from the dock, hun-
of Tacoma, Washington, having just returned dreds of people waved their hands, and wished
from a trip to Alaska, and one day it happened Owney a safe and prosperous voyage; and so
that Owney rode down to the wharf of the the trip began.
Asiatic steamer, when the great vessel was tak- Owney was soon the pet of the crew, and
ing her cargo, after an uneventful voyage he arrived at Yo-
Owney was evidently much impressed with kohama on October 3. Here his baggage was
her size and beauty, and so plainly expressed a examined, with no little curiosity, by the offi-
desire to go aboard that it was determined to cials, as no dignitary had before entered Japan
send him on a flying trip around the world, and who owned so many decorations that he was
to let him break the record if possible. So, some obliged to carry them about with him in a bag!
See the numbers for March, 1894, and for December, 1895.
720


D






"OWNEY'S" TRIP AROUND THE WORLD. 721
It was concluded that O.wney must be either 26, and Foochow, October 31, where also
a dog of very high rank, or the property of a he received more medals and was the sub-
distinguished person; and an account of him ject of an ovation. His fame had preceded
was promptly forwarded for the information of him, and at the latter port he received an invi-
his Imperial Majesty, the Mikado. station to visit the U. S. S. Detroit," which was
A few days later an official waited upon lying in the harbor. One day the marine at
Owney, and presented him with a passport the gangway of this fine man-of-war was aston-
bearing the seal of the Mikado. It was ad- ished to see a bemedaled shaggy dog come
dressed to the American
dog-traveler, and in very .
flowery language ex-
tended to him the free-
dom of the interior coun-
try. There were some
stipulations which, in
all probability, Owney
would have agreed to :
had he made the trip. ..I. -
Some were as follows: :,I
"The bearer is expressly / ''
cautioned to observe in ""
every particular the di- tl
reactions of the Japanese ir p't i
government printed in
Japanese characters on ,' _
the back of the passport,
an English translation
of which is given here- -
with; and he is expected
and required to conduct
himself in an orderly and
conciliatory manner to-
ward the Japanese au-
thorities and people."
The passport also forbade
him to attend a fire on
horseback," warned him
not to write "on tem-
ples; shrines, or walls,"
and politely requested
him not to "drive too
fast on narrow roads."
There was no time --.
for side trips, and, after
meeting many officials,
Owney sailed from Yo- owNEY'S VISIT TO THE CRUISER "DETROIT." "THE MARINE WAS ASTONISHED TO SEE A
kohama, arriving at Ko- BEMEDALED SHAGGY DOG COME UP THE LADDER."
bi on October 9, where he received medals up the ladder, wagging his tail and showing all
and a new passport from the emperor. He the delight that a patriotic American should
was at Maji, October x9, Shanghai, October at the sight in foreign lands of the Stars and
VOL. XXIII.-9i.






" OWNEYS TRIP AROUND THE WORLD.


Stripes. The marine
almost laughed as
Owney stepped aboard
and ran up to the offi-
cer of the deck as
though he had known
him all his life.
Owney dined in the
mess-room, ate plum-
duff and lobscouse be-
fore the mast, and -I
could not begin to tell
you of all the good
things he enjoyed.
When he reached Ta-
coma again he weighed
several pounds more
than when he started,
and I am confident l/
that his trip with the
Boys in Blue on the
cruiser Detroit had
something to do with
it. When he bade his
countrymen farewell, '
he was decorated with
the ship's ribbon, and
he received a letter of
introduction to other
officers of the Asiatic
squadron from Lieu-
tenant-Commander E.
Floyd of the Detroit.
From Foochow the
"FROM THE EM
dog sailed to Hong-
Kong, where he was unfortunately delayed and
prevented from making a speed record around
the world. He visited the consulate, made a
round of visits to the rich tea and silk mer-
chants, and received many curious pieces of
Chinese money, which were strung to his col-
lar. From the emperor of China, Owney re-
ceived a passport bearing the royal crest and
dragon, permitting him to travel in the coun-
try. But Owney did not go beyond the city,
and so much red tape was employed on his de-
parture by the Peninsular and Oriental steamer
that Captain Panton of the Victoria finally
decided to take the dog-traveler back to Kobi,
Japan, from which port he finally sailed to


PEROR OF CHINA, OWNEY RECEIVED A PASSPORT."


New York as the guest of Captain Grant, of
the steamer "Port Phillip."
Owney soon knew all on board, and, as on
the Victoria, was a member of both starboard
and port watches, and dined in the cabin and
before the mast with equal satisfaction.
At Singapore, Owney went ashore with an of-
ficer, to the wonderment of the natives, who,
noting his decorations, concluded that he was
a personage of high rank. Some of the native
dogs, it is said, looked upon him with distrust,
and more than once they rushed out from nar-
row alleys and pounced upon the Yankee dog;
but it is not on record that Owney was ever de-
feated. On November 30, Owney sailed from


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"OWNEY'S" TRIP AI


OWNEY ON THE MAIL-BAGS. FIRST DAY OUT.
Port Said, where he put to flight more native
dogs, and on the trip through the Suez Canal
he attracted no little attention from the various
vessels and from postal authorities. Many of
the clerks gave Owney some memento.
Finally Algiers was reached, and the quaint








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ROUND THE WORLD. 723
to the American people. On December 13
Owney reached St. Michaels, the beautiful port
of the Azores, spending a few hours there.
The trip from the Azores across the Atlantic
was a rough one; but there was no evidence to


SECOND DAY OUT.
show that Owney did not thrive in all kinds of
weather. Finally the lookout of the Port Phillip


OWNEY VIEWING SOME NATIVES OF THE ORIENT.


shipping-port visited, where Turks, Nubians, sighted land, and a few hours later Owney's
and others looked upon Owney with amazement, baggage was being examined by the custom-
They handled his decorations, and some, though house officers, who had never seen so strange
perhaps they did not understand just why, fas- an assortment of trophies. But, having looked
tened to his collar medals which were thus sent at his credentials, they decided that the collec-






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"OWNEY'S" TRIP AROUND THE WORLD.


tion of medals and tags, though representing a take the dog to the post-office, and start him on his jour-
large amount of metal, was personal baggage, ney westward at once.
and so passed it. As may be expected, this announcement
Like all distinguished persons, Owney was created no little interest among the young peo-
ple at Tacoma, and Owney
was the hero of the hour.
Owney arrived in New York
December 23, at noon. He
was taken immediately to the
post-office, and after a short
reception by his many friends,
started again by the New
York Central for Tacoma,
's which he reached five days
later, having completed the
circuit of the globe in 132 days
Te s e --a rapid rate of traveling for
a dog who attracted so much
attention. Owney was visited
by hundreds, young and old,
READY FOR THE JOURNEY AROUND THE WORLD. and so universal was the de-
mand to see him that Post-
met by the reporters and "interviewed," and master Case placed him on exhibition in a
from the bag of decorations and letters his story public hall, and people, for miles around, made
was probably obtained, and the news of his his acquaintance.
arrival telegraphed to Tacoma papers as fol- At the end of his trip Owney had over two
lows: hundred tags, medals, and certificates to add
to his collection, and he is to-day, in all prob- '
Owney, the postal-clerks' dog, has arrived at quarantine
from China, having completed the circuit of the globe, ability, the best-known and the most universally
The steamer will dock to-day, and Captain Grant will popular dog in the world.

















DRAWN FROM PHOTOGRAPH BY ELMER CHICKERING.
"OWNEY WAS PHOTOGRAPHED."











By CAROLINE F. NEEDHAM.

I WILL tell you while I can
Of an absent-minded man,
And an absent-minded man was he
Who forgot an unkind word
Just as soon as it was heard,
Such an absent-minded man was he.
In political debate,
Now, I can most truly state,
Such an absent-minded man was he,
His opponent on the street
With a hand-shake he would greet,
* Such an absent-minded man was he.


Once he left a goodly store
At a poor old widow's door,
Such an absent-minded man was he;
And, although 't was all the same,
Quite forgot to leave his name,
Such an absent-minded
man was he-
You see -
Such an absent-minded
man was he. II


WHY CHERRIES GROW.


"WHY do cherries grow?"
Said I, Robin red,
Chirring overhead
In the gleam and glow,-
Why do cherries grow?"


Paused he perkishly
While he plucked at one
Flushing in the sun;
Then said he, said he,
"Cherries grow for me!"


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By CAROLINE F. NEEDHAM.

I WILL tell you while I can
Of an absent-minded man,
And an absent-minded man was he
Who forgot an unkind word
Just as soon as it was heard,
Such an absent-minded man was he.
In political debate,
Now, I can most truly state,
Such an absent-minded man was he,
His opponent on the street
With a hand-shake he would greet,
* Such an absent-minded man was he.


Once he left a goodly store
At a poor old widow's door,
Such an absent-minded man was he;
And, although 't was all the same,
Quite forgot to leave his name,
Such an absent-minded
man was he-
You see -
Such an absent-minded
man was he. II


WHY CHERRIES GROW.


"WHY do cherries grow?"
Said I, Robin red,
Chirring overhead
In the gleam and glow,-
Why do cherries grow?"


Paused he perkishly
While he plucked at one
Flushing in the sun;
Then said he, said he,
"Cherries grow for me!"


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BY ALBERT STEARNS.


[Begun in the January number.]

CHAPTER XIII.

SINDBAD'S TWENTIETH VOYAGE CONTINUED.

SINDBAD paused to light a cigar.
"I hope I don't bore you," he said. It
was all I could do to keep Hindbad awake
during the recital of most of my voyages."
"I could listen to you all night," replied
Tom. "Please go on."
You are a lad of taste and discrimination,"
said Sindbad, with a smile. "I will, then, con-
tinue my narrative.
"The storm I had foreseen burst almost as
soon as the giant started; but he did not seem
to mind it in the least. At each thunder-clap
he laughed loud and long; once, I feel sure, he
was struck by lightning, but he was too tough
to be affected by a trifle like that.
"I climbed up to the top of the pocket
again and looked out. A few of the sailors
were clinging to the giant's garments; but one
by one they were swept away by the waves.
Presently I felt something touch my elbow.
Turning, I found that the captain had ascended,
and taken his place beside me.
Rough night, is n't it? '-he said.
"I turned my back upon him without reply-
ing.
"' You are n't mad, I hope,' he went on.
'Don't you see that I have, from the very first,
been working in your interests?'
Well, I confess I did n't suspect it,' I an-
swered, in my most sarcastic tone.
"' I am indeed surprised,' said the captain.
'Why, I had you thrown overboard on purpose
to save your life; I saw that the giant was go-
ing to destroy the ship, and I determined that
I would, do the little that lay in my power in
your behalf.'
"'Indeed?' I said, with a sneer which I


made no attempt to conceal. 'And I suppose it
was with the same laudable desire to serve me
that you informed the giant of my presence in
this pocket ?'
"' Why, of course it was,' answered the auda-
cious captain; I thought you understood that.
I knew he 'd find you sooner or later, and I
resolved that I would go with you, and share
your dangers and protect you.'
He made this statement with such a plau-
sible air that I confess I was for a moment
staggered.
"' But why did you manifest so much excite-
ment when you learned that I was Sindbad ?'
I asked.
"The captain laughed heartily.
"'Why, could n't you see through that, my
boy?' he said, clapping me on the back with
one hand while he clung to the edge of the
giant's pocket with the other. Well, that 's a
good joke on you! Why, I knew you all the
time; what I said was intended only for the ears
of the sailors--you know how ignorant and
superstitious sailors are. Now you understand
the situation, don't you ? '
"At this moment a careless swing of the
giant's arm knocked us both, heels over head,
back into the pocket. When I had regained
my breath I said:
"'I do understand the situation perfectly.
We have been thrown together by circumstances
and a giant, and we must therefore make the
best of it.'
That 's the idea precisely,' said the cap-
tain. I 'm glad you follow me with such ex-
actness. You stand by me and I '11 stand by
you.'
"' I '11 stand by you if I can't find anywhere
else to stand,' I said.
"The captain seemed to feel hurt.
"' You don't appear to have any confidence
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"' I have n't any,' I replied. You fight
your own battles, and I '11 fight mine.'
"'In plain words, you don't want to have
anything to do with me ? '
"'That 's it exactly.'
"' All right,' said the captain; all right. The
giant has a grudge against you, but he has n't
against me, and we '11 see who comes out ahead.
I 've nothing more to say.'
For the next half hour we were both silent;
at the end of that time the sound of loud
voices and of music aroused me from the
gloomy reverie into which I had fallen. I hast-
ily climbed up to the top of the pocket again,
and saw that the giant was within a few rods
of a large city, every building in which seemed
to reach to the clouds.
"The storm had now subsided, and the full
moon, which
hung directly
over our heads,
made thescene
as light as day.
The immensity
of the edifices
I beheld fairly
appalled me.
Why, the larg-
est mosque in
Bagdad would
have looked
likeatoy-house
beside them."
"Why, may-
be it was Brob-
dingnag !" ex-
claimed Tom,
for he knew
much of Gul-
liver's Travels"
by heart.
"It was no-
thing of the "'BOTH THE GIANTS LAUGHED H
sort," replied
Sindbad. I wish you would n't keep in-
terrupting me. Brobdingnag was an imagin-
ary city, but this was a real one. Now listen,
and be quiet. The giant waded out of the
water, and walked up one of the streets at a
very rapid rate--about a mile a minute, I


should think. He presently entered one of
the houses, and stepped into a well-lighted
room, where was seated another giant almost
as large as himself.
"'Back, are you?' said Monster Number
Two. 'Have you had any luck?'
"'I should say I had!' replied my captor.
'Whom do you think I have in my pocket ?'
"'I give it up,' said the other giant.
Well, it's Sindbad.'
"Number Two sprang to his feet so suddenly
that the house shook.
"' You don't mean the wretch that put out
our grandfather's eye?' he yelled, in an awful
voice.
"'That 's just what I do mean!' replied
Number One, exultantly.
"' Let 's see him.'


HEARTILY AS THEY STARED AT US. (SEE NEXT PAGE.)

"The giant drew me from his pocket, and
held me uncomfortably near one of the torches
with which the room was illuminated.
"' Well, what do you think of him ? said
the monster whose prisoner I was, with a sneer.
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ber Two, with an air of cold contempt that
made my blood boil. 'The idea of grandpa
allowing a little creature like that to put his
eye out '
"'You must remember,' said Number One,
'that the old gentleman was asleep at the time,
and that there were ten or a dozen other little
ruffians with this one. By the way, that re-
minds ine that I have another of them in my
pocket.'
"And he hauled the captain out and placed
him on the table beside me.
"Both the giants laughed heartily as they
stared at us; and, to tell the truth, I suppose we
did present a rather ludicrous appearance in their
eyes, for we were drenched to the skin, and
shivering from head to foot with cold and fear.
'Well, what are you going to do with them?'
asked Number Two. 'We can't have them
running round Xyz' (that, I should inform
you, was the name of the giants' country).
"Here the captain had to put in his oar.
You promised me-' he piped.
"' I promised that I 'd take you home with
me, that 's all,' interrupted the giant. 'I did
not say what I 'd do with you after I got you
here. And I 'm too tired to settle that ques-
tion to-night. Let 's
get 'to bed, brother,
and dispose finally ."y y'
of these vermin in /'
the morning.'
"' That '11 suit me,' J
replied Number Two,
rising from his chair
with a yawn, the im-
mensity of which ter- Ip'
rifled me. Where l/.
shall we leave these
creatures? '
Right here,' re-
plied the other. 'I'll
show you what to do
with them.'
"He stepped to an 'IT WAS NO CHILD'S PLAY TO M
immense buffet, and took therefrom two large
basins, which he brought to the table, saying:
"' We '11 put Sindbad under one of these and
his companion under the other, then we '11 know
just where to find them in the morning.'


"'That 's a good idea,' replied Number
Two. But they look so much alike that you'd
better mark the basins so that we shall know
which is which in the morning.'
"The captain and I did look somewhat
alike, and our garments were almost identical.
You have a great head,' said Number One
--which was the truth. 'I '11 lay my glove
before the basin under which we place Sindbad,
then we can make no mistake. We '11 settle
him in the morning.'
"'Suppose some one should move the glove
in the night,' said the captain in a tremulous
tone. 'Really, gentlemen, if I might be per-
mitted to offer a suggestion -'
"'Well, you might n't,' said Number One
gruffly; 'we 've no time to bandy words with
you. Come along, now.'
"Seizing the unlucky mariner by the waist,
he placed him in the center of the table and
put the basin over him; in another moment I
was under the second inverted basin.
"' Pleasant dreams, gentlemen,' remarked
Number one, sarcastically. We shall see you
in the morning possibly sooner, if we happen
to have a restless night, or should feel the need
of amusement.'


IOVE THE GLOVE THE NECESSARY DISTANCE.'" (SEE'NEXT PAGE.)
"Then the giants both thundered out of the
room and locked the door.
"Of course I was a good deal agitated, but
my discomposure was as nothing compared with
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his garments and lamenting his hard fate; after
a while he began reciting verses from the
Koran. But presently his voice grew fainter,
and I knew he had succumbed to exhaustion
and was asleep.
While he was engaged in making all this
useless noise I was thinking up a means of es-
cape. The basin under which I was impris-
oned was slightly warped, and on one side it
did not touch the table; I was sure that I could
crawl through the opening between the rim
of the dish and the surface of the table. When
all was quiet I made the attempt, and had little
difficulty in accomplishing my purpose.
"With wildly beating heart I stood on the
edge of the table and gazed about me. The
room was still illuminated by half-a-dozen
torches, which had been carelessly thrust into
the clay of which the floor was composed. That
was a room, I can tell you! Why, you could
have put the New York City-Hall in one corner,
and you'd hardly have seen it."
Tom happened to cough slightly at that mo-
ment, at which Sindbad interrupted his story to
ask suspiciously:
Eh ? what 's that ? "
"I only coughed," said the junior partner.
"I heard you," replied Sindbad; "but there
are coughs and coughs. I don't suppose you
meant anything in particular by that cough -
now did you? "
Oh, no, sir; please go on with your story,"
said Tom earnestly. Let 's see! where were
you?"
I was on the table," answered the explorer.
"Well, I '11 continue, but please try not to cough
again-it was a habit of Hindbad's, and I
don't like it."

CHAPTER XIV.

SINDBAD'S TWENTIETH VOYAGE CONCLUDED.

TOM promised that he would not cough if
he could possibly help it, and Sindbad con-
tinued his story.
As I was saying, it was quite a large room;
but I did not waste much time in staring about
me; my attention was directed to the immense
glove which the giant had placed before my
improvised prison.
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"I never saw such a glove; I don't like to
tell you how large it was, for fear you won't
believe me. It seemed to be made of dog-
skin; but, if it was, the dog must have been as
large as a house, and possessed of a hide as
thick as the walls of a fortress.
"As I gazed upon it my heart sank; I began
to think that I should be unable to accomplish
my purpose."
I suppose," broke in Tom, "you meant to
move the glove over in front of the other
basin ? "
"Exactly," said Sindbad; "but at first sight
the task seemed impossible. However, I de-
termined to make the attempt; I did so, and
found to my inexpressible relief that the glove
was not nearly so heavy as it looked. The
skin of which it was composed was soft and
spongy, and its weight was by no means what
one would have supposed from its bulk.
"Still, it was no child's play to move it the
necessary distance, and I pushed, and pulled,
and tugged and strained for fully an hour be-
fore the task was accomplished.
"But it was accomplished at last, and I sank
down upon the table, panting and perspiring
from my exertions, but smilingly triumphant
at the thought that I had outwitted the vil-
lainous captain. In the morning he, not I,
would be 'settled,' as the giant had tartly
put it."
"I should think," interrupted Tom, "that
you would have been afraid that the giant
would remember which basin he put the glove
in front of."
"I had not the slightest apprehension on
that score," said Sindbad. "You cannot have
read much about giants if you don't know that
they are the stupidest creatures on earth. All
I feared was that he would forget all about his
reason for leaving the glove there."
He might have forgotten why he inverted
the bowls at all," suggested Tom.
"Possibly, but I did n't like to take any
chances on that," replied Sindbad; "and, as it
turned out, it was well that I did n't.
But, to go on with my story: after I had
moved the glove I began to look out for a
means of escape. I slid down one of the legs
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than an hour, trying to find some way of exit.
The conviction was at last forced upon me,
however, that it was impossible to get out until
the door was opened, and that I might as well
make myself comfortable for the night.
"So I curled up on the floor near one of the
torches, which had burned low and was sending
out a genial warmth, and fell asleep."
I don't see how you could sleep under such
circumstances," said Tom.
Oh, of course you don't! replied Sindbad
with an air of immensely superior wisdom;
"but you must remember that you have only
been exploring a few hours, and are a good
many years younger than I am. I can sleep
under almost anything except Mrs. Pettibone's
so-called comfortablees' But to resume once
more: I was awakened by the sound of the
giant's key in the lock; I sprang up and con-
cealed myself behind one of the legs of the
table- there was really no other hiding-place.
The two giants entered together, evidently
much refreshed by their sleep.
"' Now, then, my fine fellows,' said Number
One,- to this day I do not know his name,-
'what sort of a night have you had ? '
"As he spoke he lifted both the basins; the
next moment he uttered a cry of rage.
"'The captain has escaped!' he yelled.
"' Never mind,' said his brother, Sindbad
is here, and we '11 find the other easily enough.'
At this the captain, who had been staring
about in stupid bewilderment, found his voice.
'"' Why, my dear sirs,' he cried, I am not
Sindbad. This is really a good joke on you.'
"And he tried to laugh, but it was a very
feeble attempt, and did more harm than good.
"' Very funny, is n't it ?' said Giant Number
One, squeezing him so hard that he howled
aloud. Don't try any of those tricks on
us. Why, I 'd know you as Sindbad a mile
off-- would n't you, brother ? '
"' Of course,' said the other giant.
"'Why, gentlemen,' interposed the captain,
'This is a ridiculous mistake!'
"' Do you dare insinuate,' cried Giant Num-
ber One, that my brother or I could possibly
do anything ridiculous ?'
No, indeed,' quavered the captain, it's a
peculiar state of affairs that's all. But I have


letters in my pocket which will prove my identity,
and if you will kindly look at them-'
"' Well, we won't kindly look at them,' inter-
rupted Number Two. 'Very likely you stole
them from the captain during the night. Any-
how, my brother and I have n't had breakfast
yet, and so we 're in a hurry. Oh, don't look
alarmed, we 're not cannibals, and we have n't
the slightest intention of eating you. Times have
changed since the days of our grandfather.'
"' Don't spend all the morning talking,'
interrupted Number One impatiently. 'The
broiled rhinoceros must be done to a turn now,
and you know it is n't fit to eat if it stands too
long. Our idea, Sindbad'- addressing the
captain -'is to serve you exactly as you
served our grandfather.'
"The captain howled with terror, but the
giants paid no attention to him. I won't har-
row up your feelings by giving you the details;
suffice it to say that they carried out their threat.
Then Giant Number One took an immense
sling from his pocket just such an one as you
boys use nowadays placed the captain in the
strap; and, standing in the open doorway, gave
him a send -such a send! Peering from be-
hind the leg of the table, I saw him tearing
through the air at a mile a minute; in a very
short time he had disappeared.
'That's the last of him,' said Number One.
' Now let 's go to breakfast.'
But,' said Number Two, had n't we bet-
ter look for the captain ?'
Oh, bother the captain!' snarled his bro-
ther. 'Do you want that rhinoceros to be
stone-cold? Come along!'
"They took their leave, closing the door.
"Then I began to try to devise a way of es-
cape. After a long and careful investigation I
became convinced that my only chance lay in
climbing up to a crevice in the logs of the house,
about twenty feet above my head, crawling out,
and climbing down on the other side.
I began the ascent, and almost reached the
spot at which I had hoped to make my exit
when I lost my hold, fell, and was stunned.
When I recovered my senses I was once more
between the thumb and forefinger of Giant
Number One.
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claimed, addressing his brother, who stood in
the doorway. I thought we 'd run across him
before long. Well, my little fellow, what do you
think we ought to do with you ?'
"'Gentlemen,' I said boldly, 'your reputa-
tion for courtesy and forbearance, and the sense
of justice which adorns your natures-'
"' Hold on!' interrupted Number One, 'it
seems to me I recognize that voice! Why, it 's
Sindbad's, and this is Sindbad himself! Bro-
ther, we 've punished the wrong man.'
It was all your fault,' growled Number
Two, evidently sleepy after his breakfast.
"' My dear sir,' I said, trying to disguise my
voice, 'how can you make such a mistake? I
look no more like Sindbad than you do.'
"Giant Number One was evidently shaken
in his conviction as to my identity.
"' This is a queer business,' he said, to his
brother. What do you think I 'd better do ?'
"' Oh, don't bother me,' said Number Two,
'I want to go to sleep.'
I '11 take the law into my own hands then,'
said Number One. Then he looked at me with
an expression so fierce that I could not help
trembling, and said: 'I don't know whether
you 're Sindbad or not, but I believe you are;
and anyhow, you 're just as bad,' he said, for
you 've been guilty of treachery to a friend.
You betrayed Sindbad, hoping to escape at his
expense, and I '11 punish you for that. Your
punishment shall be the same as his.'
"Well, partner, if I were writing this story
of my voyage I should insert a long line of
stars; as I 'm not, you must imagine them.
"The giant put out my eyes, placed me in
the sling, and gave me a whirl, and off I-went.
Never, in all my long and varied experience,
had I traveled so fast, not even when I was
tied to the roc's leg. I abandoned hope, and
believed that my career was at an end.
"But suddenly my speed greatly decreased.
I felt as if I were being borne along and sup-
ported by some protecting power, a feeling of
tranquillity for which I could not account took
possession of me, all my fears departed, and I
said to myself:
"' Sindbad, old man, your luck has n't de-
serted you yet!'


"Well, after being wafted along for a time
like thistledown in a breeze I began to descend.
In a few minutes I reached solid ground, being
deposited with the utmost gentleness.
Reaching about in all directions, as a blind
man will, I cried aloud:
"'To what country have I been brought?
Am I among friends or enemies ? '
A soft hand took mine, and a gentle voice
said :
"' You are in the midst of friends, Sindbad,
who esteem it an honor to entertain an explorer
of your world-wide reputation.'
She for the speaker was a lady said a
good 'many other complimentary things wlich
my modesty will not allow me to repeat; she
was really very flattering.
"Well, to make a long story short, she told
me that I was in a certain province of Fairy-
land which had for some time been at war with
the nation of giants by which I had been taken
prisoner. One of the fairies had seen me pro-
pelled from the sling, and had taken pity on me,
as I have related.
You need not worry about the loss of your
eyes,' said the fairy queen--I had been
brought before the ruler of the province -' for
I can give you a better pair.'
In a few minutes I had been furnished with
a brand-new pair of eyes really better than the
old ones.
I won't take time to describe to you the
glories of the wonderful land in which I re-
mained an honored guest for several days; but
soon, having been furnished with a vessel and
crew, I set sail for home.
Of course, during the voyage we picked up
all the bales of merchandise with which I had
embarked from Balsora; as usual, they had been
floating about, waiting for my return trip.: I sold
all the stuff at immense profit, and in due time
reached the city of Bagdad, wealthier than
ever."
And what became of the captain? asked
Tom.
Really, I never took the trouble to in-
quire," replied Sindbad.
Well," said a hoarse voice behind them,
"that 's what Icall a first-rate story."


(To be continued.)
















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To:, Hinkle- Mr-. \\'inrters'snephlew-- ften
secretly regretted that the to: n nmeting, % which
was i" calle -l" once in t o month.:, int atiably
occ.uurred:l on aI Monday evening ; fi:r l'e hated t:
be left alone uitlIh iis Aunt Abiah .- henr she "as
-prinkling c clothes.
Sometimes the omian ne'er s.:poke at all on
% \i-ALhin i. d:.I, e enii.. But -hie opened her
mouth one Monday night in a certain month of
Mar .h, and made a remark to Toby. -- It
be:,s all." sh;- said, q, ,rul,:l usly. "" lI:.n ,:ur f,]-
tlIer and )yur uncle (Cileb hIan: around thit
t: ri-n-meeti- Tlhei al.a s -say it li,. n't
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a; often a:, t dl: doA ; but thoie to': nmn -m no
the; 'd rathl- r stjr\,e th.n le-3 e that lull Lbleore
tie last gun 's hired "
T:.by Hirnkle ', t in a br:i:, -luffeld chair thI-i
lihad b-,een heeled to a corner of the kitchen.
It \3a-: Tot-i'c e1e,: l chI ih;r. He al.a\- si a
in it, because: he rie't r l 31k.,ed o:r ran as :tlier
boy:.s :. \\lien he wentr up-ltii, s:mcibLod: ,
cirriel hin :; hen he lcami di,,; to br:eakf:tit
lie ".is either mounted in sitatie oi- p[ia of
broad -iioulders, :'r boL'ne aluon in a sort f ( -:
dan chair- made by fI;ur Iros-ed ,l- hinds- like
a diItinguihled ioblemIan .,.f Japan.
His blue eyes iere larg-e, and always looked
very i% e i ; and he had a round, bright, little


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TOBY HINKLE, PATRIOT.


face, topped with tow-colored hair. Just now
the blue eyes lighted.
"Do they fire guns at the town-meeting,
Aunt Abiah ? he asked.
"Oh, mercy, no, child Some of 'em never
saw a gun, most likely. Don't catch me up on
every word I say," she added, sharply.
Toby discreetly withdrew into himself, and
presently turned for solace to a book in which
he frequently read about the camp at Valley
Forge, and which was tucked conveniently be-
neath the chair cushions. He was not much
depressed, for he knew that his aunt Abiah would
be quite sweet-tempered by Tuesday evening,
and he looked forward to the baking at the end
of the week, which was always rather pleasant.
When Lemuel Hinkle and his brother-in-law
returned home late in the evening, they tilted
their chairs against the kitchen wall and chatted
about the town meeting; and, as Mrs. Winters
had finished her labors, she seated herself and
unbent a little. "Did it amount to anything? "
she asked grimly.
Well, no; it did n't," her husband reluc-
tantly admitted. "'T was 'bout getting' up a
Fourth o' July celebration, an' there seemed to
be a good deal of opposition, one way an' an-
other. Job Pepper wanted to get a brass band
over from Denham, an' have some fireworks on
the green. But Deacon Bunce, he got up an'
proposed for 'em to buy a new flag for the lib-
erty-pole, 'cause the old one 's a disgrace to
the town, an' that dished the whole business.
Everybody was scairt to pieces about expense,
an' you 'd 'a' thought, to hear 'em talk, that
Swamp Corner would be blown to atoms if a
single rocket went up at the town's expense."
"Poverty's stronger than patriotism in Swamp
Corner," Toby's father remarked.
Oh, they think since they put a furnace into
the town-hall, an' painted the fence round the
green, that they 're a lot of martyrs."
Toby Hinkle had put away his book and was
listening eagerly.
Well, Caleb," said Mrs. Winters, "If you 've
got any surplus money to throw away in buyin'
a flag, why did n't you get up an' say so ? "
Caleb Winters smiled indulgently. "I can't
buy no flag," he answered; "but I would n't
mind seeing' a proper-sized an' bright-colored


Old Glory' floatin' over Swamp Corner, an' I
told 'em so, out an' out!-- did n't I, Lemuel ? "
A valorous break in the old man's voice when
he uttered this confession gave Toby Hinkle a
swift thrill. Hurrah I he cried suddenly in a
sweet, gay, little shout, waving his handker-
chief; "hurrah! "
Lemuel Hinkle burst into a pleased laugh,
and the boy's uncle turned to Toby with glow-
ing eyes. I told 'em," he continued warmly,
"that 't was a purty poor town that had to
hoist a faded old flag on Independence Day,
an' I said that I, for one, would pay my share;
an' I moved that the committee purchase a
flag twelve feet long an' six and a half feet
wide-an' Lemuel he got up an' seconded
the motion."
Mr. Hinkle was sitting near his youthful son,
and at this flattering tribute from Mr. Caleb
Winters Toby leaned over and hugged his
father. Hurrah! he shouted again, with his
radiant face hidden on Lemuel's breast. There
was another volley of laughter, and even Mrs.
Winters smiled.
"Well," said she, more leniently, did n't
they carry the motion ? "
"Carry it? No," Caleb drawled; "some
was in favor of it, but the others said 't would
cost more 'n fifty dollars, an' then there 'd have
to be the band, that would n't come short o'
twenty more, an' the fireworks an' refreshments,
an'-oh, land! they buried it out o' sight."
Toby's heart fluttered excitedly. A strange
thought had come to him, and presently he
put it into words, without leaving his father's
cose embrace. Uncle Caleb," he said,
gravely, don't you care. I ain't got anything
to do but to sit around; an' I'11 make a flag
for Swamp Corner."
"What cried three astonished voices.
Toby's twinkling eyes emerged from their re-
treat, and shone upon his surprised relatives.
"I 'm goin' to make a flag," he repeated.
" I 'm goin' to sew it with needle and thread.
You just leave it to Aunt Abiah an' me; you
must n't ask a single question. I '11 make a
flag."
Caleb Winters's chair dropped forward as he
rose to his feet clumsily. "Land! he ejacu-
lated. Leetle Toby-boy -you can't, can ye? "






TOBY HINKLE, PATRIOT.


The color in Toby's cheeks deepened, and he
laughed and clapped his hands. "Yes," he
cried, exultingly; I '11 work on it every day.
I '11 never rest. I '11 make it so long, so wide,
so beautiful, that when you see it on the liberty-
pole you won't believe its stars are edged with
Aunt Abiah's button-hole stitch. Hurrah! "
He threw one of his small pillows in the air,
quite as other boys sometimes toss their caps,
and he looked so bright and eager that his fa-
ther, filled with pride, stooped, and, lifting him,
swung him to his shoulder.
"Hoo-ray! echoed Caleb Winters, feel-
ingly, with a hoarse emphasis on the first sylla-
ble; and Mrs. Winters, who had dropped a
furtive tear, rose, smiling, and stood with the
men, her enthusiasm instinctively aroused by
the wave of patriotism that seemed to be sweep-
ing over the dingy little kitchen.
The following afternoon, before the ironing
was entirely finished, Lemuel Hinkle drove his
sister to the village, which was several miles
from the Winters farm, where he and his mo-
therless Toby lived. She went into the largest
store-there were only two at Swamp Corner-
with the ends of her mouth relaxed a few de-
grees from Monday's pucker, and asked for red
bunting. Groceries and brooms and knitting-
silk were sold every day, but there was very
little demand for red bunting, so Mr. Mills, the
proprietor, spread a roll of this material on his
counter with a good deal of pride.
It chanced to have a warm, rich color.
Toby's Aunt Abiah tested its quality between
her thumb and finger, then she stepped to the
door, and called in her brother Lemuel. "This
is twelve cents a yard," she remarked. What
do you think of it? "
Toby's father pressed his lips together, and
rubbed the goods with his knuckles, while Mr.
Mills looked on, anxiously. Have you got as
good a shade of blue? he inquired at last,
blushing.
Mr. Mills's spirits rose as he hurried away
to dig out the only piece of genuinely blue
blue bunting in Swamp Corner. Queerly
enough, it proved to be a superb shade, untar-
nished by the light of day. Indeed, it seemed
as if the needs of Swamp Corner's liberty-pole
had been in Mr. Mills's mind when he made


the purchase years ago. It was a clear, true
blue that deserved the embellishment of stars,
and could certainly uphold its honors in a sub-
stantial, independent manner.
Toby's messengers wore preoccupied expres-
sions while the bundles were being tied, and
though Mr. Mills rejoiced in the sales, he won-
dered what they were going to do with two
shades of bunting.
At the other store they stopped and bought
white bunting. Before starting for home Mrs.
Winters's brother drove around the village
green encircled by white houses in the midst
of which stood the town-hall, with a couple of
white churches; and they took a look at the
old liberty-pole towering straight and still into
the heart of fierce winds. The air was extremely
sharp to-day, and Fourth of July was a long
way off, but Swamp Corner had learned to take
time by the forelock.
Some boys about the size of Toby ran across
the green, noisily. Mrs. Winters hugged her
parcels with a proud complacency, and her
brother kept his kindling eyes on a bit of brass
at the tall pole's summit, and thought of his
little son.
Wednesday morning Toby's plans devel-
oped in the night when lying awake -were
unfolded to Mrs. Winters in the kitchen, and the
first steps toward their fulfilment were begun.
Nancy Riggs, who sometimes helped Mrs. Win-
ters about the housework, settled herself on the
floor beside the bunting, while Mrs. Winters
gesticulated with a pair of shears, and Toby
advised thoughtfully. The girl was seventeen
years of age and large for her years.
Toby Hinkle had as much knowledge of sew-
ing as most boys have of spinning tops, but the
cutting and planning were a little beyond his
powers.
"There 's forty-five States, Nan," said he,
"and forty-five stars multiplied by two will be
ninety. I '11 "
"Mercy sakes!" Nancy interrupted, staring
upward through her spectacles, you ain't goin'
to multiply 'em, Toby Hinkle you ain't! "
Toby smiled condescendingly. "I 've got
to," he returned. "A star for each side of the
flag, you see, an' then they 're sewed together.
If I make three stars every day, it won't take


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x896.] TOBY HINKLE, PATRIOT. 735
but thirty days. I figured that on my slate," he Gracious! the girl gasped, her eyes widen-
added proudly. ing behind the spectacles.
"Graciousi" stammered Nancy; "button- "I tell you, it 's a great thing to be an
hole stitch? American," Toby remarked solemnly, as he
Toby nodded, bid his friend a cordial good-night.
Don't discourage him," said Mrs. Winters, It would take considerable time to relate the
feeling a peculiar various troublesome
interest in the sub- details and the whole
ject now that her number of stitches
laundry work was through which the
done. So Nancy S.-,inlp Corner flag
humped her back mrc.hed slowly to-
over the bunting a %' ",. a:rd, completion.
moment, and then Viliage boys drop-
asked suddenly, ped in occasionally
"Be you goin' to r" .t e :.~ the good work
put red strips on to goI on, and they
the white, or whiite came oftener and
on to the red?" .. itenined longer as
Mercy, Nancy th enormous ban-
wri ggs Mrs. Win- l enormous ban-
Riggs!" Mrs. Win- ner grew apace.
ters exclaimed, Th, grinned and
"neither. We 're jested with one an-
goin' to cut 'em other, yet some-
even, an' sew 'em how it seemed
together, double- a glorious
sided. This is n't thing to make
going' to be a slimsy a United
flag. But you must States flag, and
not say 'strips'; their eyes be-
they're stripes." trayed the fact.
Poor Nancy's Nancy forced
face reddened, 3! them to sit on
but she would barrels and
have borne any- tables at one
thing for Toby's side of the
sake. She spent room,tokeep
the entire day upon their muddy
the floor at his feet. feet at a safe
and nearly all the stars %, X; distance.
were shaped before Mrs. By the time
Winters came in and lighted ,,THIS IS N'T OIN' TO BE A SLIMSY FAG.' that June ar-
the lamps. SAID MRS. WINTERS." rived the weather
"Sakes alive! Nan declared at last, there was so warm, and the flag so large, that Toby
can't be many more States, anyhow that 's a and his retinue were moved into the "best
comfort." room," among the china ornaments and worsted
"Well, you can't tell, Nancy Riggs," Toby work; this was a great favor from his aunt
answered solemnly. This republic is goin' to Abiah, for eager boys had filled the kitchen and
keep on growing' an' growing Perhaps you '11 now stood the whole length of the stairs, gaz-
live to see ninety states multiplied by two." ing over the banisters into the "best room."






TOBY HINKLE, PATRIOT.


And the flag was truly a pleasant sight. Of
course it was very different from the flags for
sale in the cities, but to those who surveyed its
bright stars and stripes this difference seemed
to increase its value.
Finally, Mr. Job Pepper--one of the town
selectmen--called at the Winters house and
asked to see the flag. Through the following
week he spoke about his visit to somebody in
the village. All at once the story of Toby
Hinkle's flag ran through Swamp Corer like
a prairie fire. Men stood and talked it over
in little groups in front of the liberty pole.


bright donation toward fire-works for the green.
The fervor of the members of the town com-
mittee was awakened and did not go to sleep
immediately. They planned what was called
a "speechifying celebration," to be held in the
town-hall the evening before the fourth. An
eloquent lawyer from Denham agreed to give
an address, and when the men who belonged
to the brass-band heard about the flag, they
offered to attend the "speechifying" gratis.
The important evening found a flag twelve feet
long, and about six and a half feet wide, draped
before the speaker's table on the platform of


"A CHEER STARTED SOMEWHERE, AND, GATHERING STRENGTH, SWEPT THE CROWD WITH A MIGHTY SHOUT!"


SThe women and children chatted of nothing
else, and Mills's store and the post-office under
the town-hall overflowed with excited villagers.
At last, another meeting was assembled at the
town-hall; and there it was voted to hire a
brass band to come over from Denham on July
fourth, at the town's expense. The committee
felt that such a banner should be illuminated;
therefore, after another vote, Deacon Bunce
passed around his hat, into which dimes and
half-dollars tumbled with a generous jingle,- a


the town-hall. Toby sat in the stuffed chair at
home, glowing with a joyous satisfaction, but
there was no enthusiasm, and the house was
quite still; his aunt Abiah sat near him knitting.
Nancy Riggs had gone to the speechifyin'."
Suddenly a faint sound of martial music was
wafted through an open window, and Mrs.
Winters looked questioningly at Toby, who
leaned forward.
"Why, it 's the band!" he cried joyfully,
- "it 's the band! Don't you hear it?"


[JULY,






TOBY HINKLE, PATRIOT.


Mrs. Winters stood up quickly, with her fin-
ger on her lips. Listen," she whispered.
And they listened. Each recognized the tune
that was being wafted on the warm night air
with increasing clearness:

"'T is the star-spangled banner, 0, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! "

Denham's band, marching five miles over a
rough road toward the Winters farm, sent forth
the shrill notes in a superbly earnest manner.
"Toby Hinkle," said Mrs. Winters, in her
most elated tone of voice, "they 're coming'
here, sure 's I 'm alive! I guess they 're goin'
to serenade you."
By the time the band, with its attendant
throng of Swamp Corner people, had reached the
house, a lamp was burning in the "best room,"
and Toby's stuffed chair had been dragged to
the front door. Some of the men carried torches,
and all the road in front of the fence was bril-
liant with the red glare of burning powder.
Presently the music ceased. The people
pressed nearer. They saw a little tow-headed
boy in his chair on the threshold.
Then a trembling cheer started somewhere,
and, gathering strength, swept along the crowd
with a mighty shout Toby's eyes were alight
with a great happiness; he bent forward and
shook his handkerchief. At the same moment
a girl darted past the gate toward the house;
she was followed by Lemuel Hinkle, who had
fought his way through the crowd, and finally
reaching the door, raised Toby high in his arms.
Cheer followed cheer; the same Hurrah!"
that had burst from a boy's throat four months
ago, was repeated by more than a hundred
sturdy voices, and answered again and again till


the oak-leaves above the gables quivered. The
patriotism of Swamp Corner ran wild.
"Land! 't wa'n't nothing' to the speeches,"
Caleb Winters said afterward. That lawyer
from Denham--my! he told 'em 'bout leetle
Toby-boy in sich a tender sort o' way that I,
I declare, I could have hugged him; he sez,
sez he, 'Patriotism nowadays is something'
finer 'n fightin'-" and old Caleb's voice broke
with a kind of smiling sob.

Fourth of July night, after the last rocket had
soared past Swamp Corner's new flag, and then
into the heavens where Toby Hinkle had feasted
his eyes upon it from an upper window, Mrs.
Winters tucked him into his bed. She rarely
cuddled him for fear of breaking down," but
to-night she lingered. "Does your back ache
very much ? she inquired.
Toby hesitated. "Well, some," he replied;
"but not a very great deal. I don't mind,
though. Brave folks don't mind aches."
Mrs. Winters kissed him silently, and took
the candle out of the room, down the stairs;
she showed that she was cheerful, too, by hum-
ming a bit of a stirring tune in her quavering
voice, as she descended. Toby heard and
smiled in the dark.
It helped him to see more clearly, in imagina-
tion, the stars and stripes his stars and stripes,
unfurled above Swamp Corner green. He re-
membered how brilliantly Denham's band had
played the triumphant, bold refrain and the
vibrant sweetness of its last four notes. Many
boys fell asleep that night with the same refrain
ringing in their ears -

"'T is the star-spangled banner, O, long may it wave
O'er- the land of the free and the home of the brave! "


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WITHIN a garden once there grew
S "A flower that seemed the very pattern
-. '' Of all propriety; none knew
/ She was at heart a wandering slattern.

S The gardener old, with care and pain,
Had trained her up as she should grow,
7 Nor dreamed amid his labor vain
SThat rank rebellion lurked below.

A name sufficiently high-sounding
j He diligently sought for her,
Until he thought that the Rebounding
Elizabeth" he should prefer.

But when grown up the flower began
S- To show the tastes within her hidden;
S At every chance quite wild she ran,
"- In spite of being sternly chidden.

They told her beds for flowers
were best;
7 But daily greater grew her
failings;
Up to the fence she boldly pressed,
And stuck her head between the palings.

Then to the street she struggled through,
Tearing to rags her silk attire,
And all along the road she grew,
Regardless quite of dust and mire.

You 'll find her now by country ways,
A tattered tramp, though comely yet,
With rosy cheek and saucy gaze,
And known to all as "Bouncing Bet."














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BY NOAH BROOKS.


CHAPTER III.

MARCO DISCOURSES OF ANCIENT ARMENIA.

IN the former chapter we had the preface to
Marco Polo's book as it was composed by Rus-
ticiano. In reading the first chapter of the book
itself we can imagine the prisoner and illustrious
traveler pacing back and forth in his place of
confinement, and dictating to his companion
the words that are to be set down. And this
is the first chapter of the work as dictated by
Marco:

HERE THE BOOK BEGINS; AND FIRST IT SPEAKS
OF THE LESSER HERMENIA.
THERE are two Hermenias, the Greater and the Less.
The Lesser Hermenia is governed by a certain King,
who maintains a just rule in his dominions, but is him-
self subject to the Tartar. The country contains nu-
merous towns and villages, and has everything in plenty;
moreover, it is a great country for sport in the chase of
all manner of beasts and birds. It is, however, by no
means a healthy region, but grievously the reverse. In
days of old the nobles there were valiant men, and did
doughty deeds of arms; but nowadays they are poor
creatures, and good at naught. Howbeit, they have a
city upon the sea, which is called LAYAS, at which there
is a great trade. For you must know that all the spicery,
and the cloths of silk and gold, and the other valuable
wares that come from the interior, are brought to that
city. And the merchants of Venice and Genoa, and
other countries, come thither to sell their goods, and to


buy what they lack. And whatsoever persons would
travel to the interior (of the East), merchants or others,
they take their way by this city of Layas.

By Hermenia" we are to understand that the
traveler is speaking of the country now known
as Armenia, a province of Turkey in Asia, lying
to the westward, embracing the regions of the
valley of the Euphrates and the mountainous
Ararat. The subdivisions of the greater and
the less Armenia are not known and used now-
adays. Here is what Marco has to say about
the other division of Armenia:

DESCRIPTION OF THE GREATER HERMENIA.
THIS is a great country. It begins at a city called
ARZINGA, at which they weave the best buckrams in the
world. It possesses also the best baths from natural
springs that are anywhere to be found. The people of
the country are Armenians, and are subject to the Tartar.
The country is indeed a passing great one, and in the
summer it is frequented by the whole host of the Tartars
of the Levant, because it then furnishes them with such
excellent pasture for their cattle. But in winter the cold
is past all bounds, so in that season they quit this coun-
try and go to a warmer region where they find other
good pastures. [At a castle called PAIPURTH, that you
pass in going from Trebizond to Tauris, there is a very
good silver mine.]
And you must know that it is in this country of Her-
menia that the Ark of Noah exists on the top of a certain
great mountain, on the summit of which snow is so con-
stant that no one can ascend; for the snow never melts,


Y-.: oF.. MA.ACO.'POILO

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THE STORY OF MARCO POLO.


and is constantly added to by new falls. Below, how-
ever,.the snow does melt, and runs down, producing such
rich and abundant herbage that in summer cattle are sent
to pasture from a long way round about, and it never fails
them. The melting snow also causes a great amount of
mud on the mountain.
The country is bounded on the south by a kingdom


until as late as 1829, when it was ascended by
Professor Parrot, a German traveler.
Every school-boy knows that Bagdad was the
seat of Arabic learning in ancient times, and
'that its name often appears in that most delight-
ful book, "Arabian Nights' Entertainments"


MARCO POLO'S GALLEY.


called Mosul, the people of which are Jacobite and Nes-
torian Christians, of whom I shall have more to tell you
presently. On the north it is bounded by the Land of
the Georgians, of whom also I shall speak. On the con-
fines from Georgiania there is a fountain from which oil
springs in great abundance, insomuch that a hundred
ship-loads might be taken from it at one time. This oil
is not good to use with food, but 't is good to burn, and
is also used to anoint camels that have the mange. Peo-
ple come from vast distances to fetch it, for in all the
countries round about they have no other oil.

Between Trebizond and Erzerum was Pai-
purth, which must be the Baiburt of our day.
Even in Marco Polo's time, it appears that they
knew something about petroleum, or coal-oil;
for the fountain of which he speaks is doubtless
in the petroleum region on the peninsula of
Baku, on the western coasts of the Caspian Sea,
from which many ship-loads of oil are now an-
nually exported, chiefly to Russia, under whose
rule the country is now held. Even later than
Marco's day it was believed that Noah's Ark, or
fragments of it, rested on the top of Mount Ara-
rat; but as that mountain is nearly 17,000 feet
high, and is covered with perpetual snow, no-
body had the courage to go up and find the ark,


with that of the Caliph, the good Harun-al-Rach-
id. That famous personage died long before
Marco Polo visited Bagdad; but the stories of
the Arabian Nights were commonly believed by
the people of those parts, as we shall see later on
in Marco's book. In Marco's day, Bagdad was
known as Baudas; and one of the chapters of
his book runs thus:

OF THE GREAT CITY OF BAUDAS, AND HOW IT WAS
TAKEN.

BAUDAS is a great city, which used to be the seat of
the Calif of all the Saracens in the world, just as Rome is
the seat of the Pope of all the Christians. A very great
river flows through the city, and by this you can descend
to the Sea of India. There is a great traffic of merchants
with their goods this way; they descend some eighteen
days from Baudas, and then come to a certain city called
KISI, where they enter the Sea of India. There is also
on the river, as you go from Baudas to Kisi, a great city
called BASTRA, surrounded by woods, in which grow the
best dates in the world.
In Baudas they weave many different kinds of silk
stuffs and gold brocades, such as nasick, and nac, and
cramoisy, and many other beautiful tissues richly wrought
with figures of beasts and birds. It is the noblest and
greatest city in all those regions.


[JULY,


740






THE STORY OF MARCO POLO.


Now it came to pass on -a day in the year of Christ
1255, that the Lord of the Tartars of the Levant, whose
name was Alaii, brother to the Great Kaan now reigning,
gathered a mighty host and came up against Baudas and
took it by storm. It was a great enterprise! for in
Baudas there were more than 1oo,ooo horse, besides foot
soldiers. And when Alaii had taken the place he found
therein a tower of the Calif's, which was full of gold and
silver and other treasure; in fact the greatest accumula-
tion of treasure in one spot that was ever known. When
he beheld that great heap of treasure he was astonished,
and, summoning the Calif to his presence, he said to him:
Calif, tell me now why thou hast gathered such a huge
treasure? What didst thou mean to do therewith?
Knewest thou not that I was thine enemy, and that I
was coming against thee with so great an host to cast
thee forth of thine heritage? Wherefore didst thou not
take of thy gear and employ it in paying knights and
soldiers to defend thee and thy city ? "
The Calif wist not what to answer, and said never a
word. So the Prince continued: "Now then, Calif,
since I see what a love thou hast borne thy treasure, I
will e'en give it thee to eat i So he shut the Calif up
in the Treasure Tower, and bade that neither meat nor
drink should be given him, saying: "Now, Calif, eat
of thy treasure as much as thou wilt, since thou art so
fond of it; for never shalt thou have aught else to eat! "
So the Calif lingered in the tower four days, and then
died like a dog. Truly his treasure would have been
of more service to him had he bestowed it upon men who
would have defended his kingdom and his people, rather
than let himself be taken and deposed and put to death
as he was. Howbeit, since that time, there has been
never another Calif, either at Baudas or anywhere else.

The Bastra of Marco Polo is the modern
Basra, which is situated below the meeting of
the Euphrates and the Tigris, and is still famed
for the abundance of its delicious dates. The
beautiful cloths called by Marco nac, nasich,
and cramoisy were woven of silk and gold
threads, and when they found their way to the
courts of Europe, long afterward, they were
worn by the rich and great. In tales of the time
of good Queen Bess you will find references to
cramoisy.
Many modern writers have made use of the
story of the miserly Caliph of Bagdad who per-
ished so miserably in the midst of his gold; and
it is clear that our own poet, Longfellow, had in
mind the tale told by Marco Polo when he wrote
in his Tales of a Wayside Inn the poem of
" Kambalu," the chief part of which runs thus:

I said to the Caliph: Thou art old;
Thou hast no need of so much gold.
Thou shouldst not have heaped and hidden it here


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Till the breath of battle was hot and near,
But have sown through the land these useless hoards,
To spring into shining blades of swords,
And keep thine honor sweet and clear.
*
Then into his dungeon I locked the drone,
And left him there to feed all alone
In the honey-cells of his golden hive:
Never a prayer nor a cry nor a groan
Was heard from those massive walls of stone,
Nor again was the Caliph seen alive.
This is the story strange and true,
That the great Captain Alai!
Told to his brother, the Tartar Khan,
When he rode that day into Kambalu
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan.


CHAPTER IV.
THE THREE KINGS AND THE OLD MAN OF
THE MOUNTAIN.
DOUBTLESS all the readers of ST. NICHOLAS
have read the story of the visit of the Three
Kings, or Magi, to Bethlehem, when the Say-


ior was born. There is an ancient Christian
tradition that the three men set out from Per-
sia, and that their names were Melchior, Bal-
thazar, and Kaspar; these wise men of the East,
as they were called, are supposed to have re-
turned to Persia after their visit to Palestine; and
Marco Polo tells this tale as it was told to him:







THE STORY OF MARCO POLO.


OF THE GREAT COUNTRY OF PERSIA; WITH SOME
ACCOUNT OF THE THREE KINGS.

PERSIA is a great country, which was in old times very
illustrious and powerful; but now the Tartars have
wasted and destroyed it.
In Persia is the city of Saba, from which the Three


,,'TS v-"7 Magi set out when they went
to worship Jesus Christ; and
S in this city they are buried, in
three very large and beautiful monu-
ments side by side. And above them
there is a square building, carefully kept. The bodies
are still entire, with the hair and beard remaining. Mes-
ser Marco Polo asked a great many questions of the peo-
ple of that city as to those Three Magi, but never one
could he find that knew aught of the matter, except that
these were three kings who were buried there in days of
old. However, at a place three days' journey distant he
heard of what I am going to tell you. He found a village
there which goes by the name of Cala Ataperistan, which
is as much as to say, The Castle of the Fire-worship-
ers." And the name is rightly applied, for the people
there do worship fire, and I will tell you why.
They relate that in old times three kings of that coun-
try went away to worship a Prophet that was born, and
they carried with them three manner of offerings, Gold,
and Frankincense, and Myrrh; in order to ascertain
whether that prophet were God, or an earthly king, or a
physician. For, say they, if he take the Gold, then he is
an earthly king; if he take the Incense he is God; if he
take the Myrrh he is a Physician.
So it came to pass when they had come to the place
where the Child was born, the youngest of the Three
Kings went in first, and found the Child apparently just
of his own age; so he went forth again, marveling greatly.


The middle one entered next, and like the first he found
the Child seemingly of his own age; so he also went forth
again and marveled greatly. Lastly, the eldest went in,
and as it had befallen the other two, so it befell him. And
he went forth very pensive. And when the three had
rejoined one another, each told what he had seen; and
then they all marveled the more. So they agreed to go
in all three together, and on doing so they beheld the
Child with the appearance of its actual age, to wit, some
thirteen days. Then they adored, and presented their
Gold,and Incense, and Myrrh. And the Child took all
the three offerings, and then gave them a small closed
box; whereupon the Kings departed to return into their
own land.
And when they had ridden many days, they said they
would see what the Child had given them. So they
opened the little box, and inside it they found a stone.
On seeing this they began to wonder what this might be
that the Child had given them, and what was the import
thereof. Now the signification was this: when they
presented their offerings, the Child had accepted all three,
and when they saw that, they had said within themselves
that He was the True God, and the True King, and the
True Physician. And what the gift of the stone implied
was that this Faith which had begun in them should
abide firm as a rock. For He well knew what was in
their thoughts. Howbeit, they had no understanding at
all of this signification of the gift of the stone; so they
cast it into a well. Then straightway a fire from Heaven
descended into that well wherein the stone had been cast.
And when the Three Kings beheld this marvel they
were sore amazed, and it greatly repented them that
they had cast away the stone; for well they then per-
ceived that it had a great and holy meaning. So they
took of that fire, and carried it into their own country,
and placed it in a rich and beautiful church. And there
the people keep it continually burning, and worship it as
a god, and all the sacrifices they offer are kindled with
that fire. And if ever the fire becomes extinct they go
to other cities round about where the same faith is held,
and obtain of that fire from them, and carry it to the
church. And this is the reason why the people of this
country worship fire. They will often go ten days' jour-
ney to get of that fire.
Such then was the story told by the people of that
Castle to Messer Marco Polo; they declared to him for
a truth that such was their history, and that one of the
Three Kings was of the city called SABA, and the second
of AVA, and the third of that very Castle where they
still worship fire, with the people of all the country
round about.

In Marco's further account of Persia and its
wonders we find the hero Alaii again mentioned
by name. It was Alaii who captured the castle
of the miserly caliph; and he it was also who
put an end to the crime of the wicked Old Man
of the Mountain. Here is his chapter concern-
ing the matter:


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THE STORY OF


CONCERNING THE OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN.

MULEHET is a country in which the Old Man of the
Mountain dwelt in former days; and the name means
"Place of the Aram." I will tell you his whole history
as related by Messer Marco Polo, who heard it from
several natives of that region.
The Old Man was called in their language ALOADIN.
He had caused a certain valley between two mountains
to be enclosed, and had turned it into a garden, the
largest and most beautiful that ever was seen, filled with
every variety of fruit. In it were erected pavilions and
palaces the most elegant that can be imagined, all cov-
ered with gilding and exquisite painting. And there
were runnels, too, flowing freely with wine and milk and
honey and water; and numbers of ladies, the most beau-
tiful in the world, who could play on all manner of in-
struments, and sung most sweetly, and danced in a man-
ner that it was charming to behold. For the Old Man
desired to make his people believe that this was actually
Paradise. So he had fashioned it after the description
that Mahommet gave of his Paradise, to wit, that it
should be a beautiful garden running with conduits of
wine and milk and honey and water; and sure enough
the Saracens of those parts believed that it was Para-
dise.
Now no man was allowed to enter the Garden save
those whom he intended to be his ASHISHIN. There
was a Fortress at the entrance to the Garden, strong
enough to resist all the world, and there was no other
way to get in. He kept at his Court a number of the
youths of the country, from twelve to twenty years of
age, such as had a taste for soldiering, and to these he
used to tell tales about Paradise, just as Mahommet had
been wont to do, and they believed in him just as the
Saracens believe in Mahommet. Then he would intro-
duce them into his garden, some four, or six, or ten at a
time, having first made them drink a certain potion
which cast them into a deep sleep, and then causing
them to be lifted and carried in. So when they awoke
they found themselves in the Garden.
Now this Prince whom we call the Old One kept his
Court in grand and noble style, and made those simple
hill-folks about him believe firmly that he was a great
Prophet. And when he wanted one of his Ashishin to
send on any mission, he would cause that potion whereof
I spoke to be given to one of the youths in the Garden,
and then had him carried into his palace. So when the
young man awoke, he found himself in the Castle, and
no longer in that Paradise; whereat he was not over-
well pleased. He was then conducted to the Old Man's
presence, and bowed before him with great veneration,
as believing himself to be in the presence of a true
Prophet. The Prince would then ask whence he came,
and he would reply that he came from Paradise! and
that it was exactly such as Mahommet had described it
in the Law. This of course gave the others who stood
by, and who had not been admitted, the greatest desire
to enter therein.
So when the Old Man would have any Prince slain,


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he would say to such a youth: "Go thou and slay So-
and-So; and when thou returnest my Angels shall bear
thee into Paradise. And shouldst thou die, natheless
even so will I send my Angels to carry thee back into
Paradise." So he caused them to believe; and thus
there was no order of his that they would not affront any
peril to execute, for the great desire they had to get
back into that Paradise of his. And in this manner the
Old One got his people to murder any one whom he de-
sired to get rid of. Thus, too, the great dread that he
inspired all Princes withal, made them become his tribu-
taries in order that he might abide at peace and amity
with them.
I should also tell you that the Old Man had certain
others under him, who copied his proceedings and acted
exactly in the same manner. One of these was sent into
the territory of Damascus, and the other into Curdistan.
Now it came to pass in the year 1252, that Alaii, Lord
of the Tartars of the Levant, heard tell of these great
crimes of the Old Man, and resolved to make an end of
him. So he took and sent one of his Barons with a great
Army to that Castle, and they besieged it for three years,
but they could not take it, so strong was it. And indeed
if they had had food within, it never would have been
taken. But after being besieged those three years they


ran short of victual, and were taken. The Old Man was
put to death with all his men, and the Castle with its
Garden of Paradise was leveled with the ground. And
since that time he has had no successor; and there was
an end to all his villainies.
The region in which, according to Marco
Polo, the Old Man of the Mountain lived and






THE STORY OF MARCO POLO.


reigned was the mountainous part of Persia, in
the far North. But in the time of the first
Crusaders, which was some two hundred years
earlier, the chief of a band of scoundrels and
man-slayers, one Hassan-ben-Sabah, had his
stronghold in Mount Lebanon, in the southern
part of Syria; and he was also known as the
Old Man of tle Mountain.
It is interesting to know that the story of the
Old One was current all over the East, and that
we get our word assassin" from the vile prac-
tices of that wicked man, who really did exist,
and whose followers are still to be found in
remote corners of the East. The drug which
he gave to those whom he desired to enlist
in his band was hashish, or Cannabis Indica.


This is a learned name for Indian hemp, from
which the drug is derived. Men who used the
hashish to give them pleasant sleep and beauti-
ful dreams were called hashishiyyin"; and
it was easy to make the word "assassin" out
of hashishiyyin.
That this is the true origin of the English
word, nobody need doubt. As Marco passed
by the castle of the Old Man of the Mountain
not long after his defeat by the Prince Alaii, we
can believe that he heard a true account of
what had happened; and it is not unlikely that
the followers of this chief, the Assassins, as
they were called, were a numerous band of
fanatics who were spread over a considerable
part of the East.


(To be continued.)


JAMES SMITH.

By W. C. M'CLELLAND.


You may explain it as you will,
I leave you to your choice,
But this I know: James always had
A most appalling voice.

One day, while lying in his crib,
He whooped with such a clang,
The pictures trembled on the walls,
The door shut with a bang.

The cat rushed up the chimney-flue,
The dog barked from the shed,
The cage of the canary swung -
That night the bird was dead.

When James was four, and went to church,
And something stirred his ire,
You could n't hear the preacher, and
You could n't hear the choir.


As he grew up his voice increased;
Its strength more fearful grew,
Till strangers trembled at him when
He only questioned "WHO ? "

A maid came in at breakfast time
As James began the grace;
She dropped her tray, the people say,
And so she lost her place.

He dared to use a telephone
To wish his cousin luck;
She fell as dead, and then she said,
"Ah, me, the house is struck! "

Next day he cheered a candidate;
That hour James' time had come:
The echo smote him in the throat,
And now he 's deaf and dumb.























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HMi VALt.c' -


A TRAGIC INCIDENT IN THE LIFE OF JEMIMA COBBS.


STORMS.

BY MARY ELIZABETH STONE.


WERE yOU ever in the wake of the wild cyclone,
Where the doors would shake, and the tim-
bers groan,
And all aghast,
When the storm was past,
You fainted in the wake of the wild cyclone ?

I have never been the toy of that dreadful
ghoul;
But I 've seen a hungry boy come home
from school,
And the walls would roar,
As he trod the floor,
And rumble with the raging of the boy from
school.
VOL. XXIII.-94. 7


Were you ever in the dread of the fierce
simoon,
When the air burned red in the blaze of
noon,
And you held your breath,
In the fear of death,
And trembled in the dread of the fierce si-
moon?

I have never felt the dread of a simoon wild;
But I have put to bed a cross little child;
And the air was mellow
With the battle and the bellow
Of that dear little, sleepy little, cross little
child.


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THE SWORDMAKER'S SON.


(A Story of the Year 30 A. D.)

BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.


[Begun in the November number.]

CHAPTER XX.

THE TOWER IN SILOAM.

ONLY a few days after his parting with Han-
nah at the well in Cana, and on a brilliant Oc-
tober morning, Cyril stood upon a mount from
which he could look across the valley through
which the brook Kidron runs, and see the white
walls and the towers and the Temple of the
holy city -Jerusalem. Around him on the
hill were scattered groves of olive-trees.
"No," he thought; "I will not go into the
city now. I must find my father. I must eat
the Feast of Tabernacles with him. I will go
down into the valley of Jehoshaphat, and go to
the southern side where is the road to the Cave
of Adullam."
In the valley was a road which made the cir-
cuit of the city, following the course of the brook
Kidron on that side. There was only just room,
it seemed, for road and brook, so densely was the
valley occupied by buildings, and by villas and
the gardens of the great. It was a broad, per-
fectly kept driveway; and foot-passengers must
make way for the splendid chariots which went
sweeping by. There were horsemen also; and
Cyril, as he walked, saw several squadrons of
cavalry. He was deeply interested in a cohort
of Roman legionaries whose polished arms and
perfect drill surpassed anything of the kind he
had ever seen. There was a more terrible at-
traction in a band of trained gladiators that
were said to belong to Pontius Pilate. They
were enormous men, physically, and were evi-
dently selected from several different races.
Cyril admired exceedingly the vast walls of
the city which rose above him on his right, as
he went onward. It was plain that no enemy
could so much as assail the battlements that


frowned along the edge of the high cliff- Mount
Moriah that formed part of the site of the
city. The entire area was a fort, with walls of
its own separating it from the rest of the city,
and the Temple itself was near the middle
of it.
Cyril walked on until he was far down the
valley, southeast of the city between the brook
and the wall.
Near what Cyril knew was the Pool of Siloam
he saw many laborers at work. They seemed
to be erecting a tower; and there was a great
throng of people looking on. It seemed as if
something more than the building had brought
the people there, for near the parties of work-
men were gathered throngs of Jews, talking
loudly and gesticulating excitedly. When Cyril
came nearer he learned the cause of their ex-
citement.
Pilate was really a man of ability, a statesman
as well as soldier, or the Roman emperor would
never have trusted him with the government of
Judea. Pilate had found Jerusalem greatly in
need of water, and had planned aqueducts; he
had also decided that the Jews should pay for
them. Other taxes not being sufficient, he had
seized large sums of the treasures of the Tem-
ple, the contributions made by pious Jews all
over the world for the support of the Temple
worship. As a Roman and a heathen, he be-
lieved good water for the city more important
than the Temple services.
The entire Jewish people felt differently,
however, and the rabbis declared Pilate's pro-
ject profane and sacrilegious. So here they
were looking on at the erection of the great
line of towers that were to support the aqueduct,
bringing water from the hills to the city.
Cyril, as he stood and looked at the great
tower, heard the stentorian tones, furious in
anger, of a voice he at once remembered.






THE SWORDMAKER'S SON.


There indeed, as Cyril turned, he saw Ben
Nassur cursing Pilate and his aqueduct, as so
recently he had cursed his young kinsman at
the well.
The tower represented to Isaac the stolen
treasures of the Tem-
ple, the plunder of the
altar and the priest-
hood, and Pilate's .
utter defiance of the '"
rabbis. Even Cyril
felt deeply that a hea-
then foreigner had
no right to inter-
fere in any manner
with the Temple of
God, and his sympa-
thies for the mo-
ment were with his
learned kinsman and
the score or so of
angry priests, rabbis,
and scribes by whom
he was surrounded.
No attentionwhat- *.T- .
ever was paid to the "
prolonged eloquence
of Ben Nassur by the
Roman architect or .
his workmen. Per-
haps not one of them
understood his tor-
rent of old Hebrew
words. The archi-
tect, however, had
been fatally at fault
in excavating for the
foundation of that tower. Down a little deeper
than the picks and shovels of his workmen had
gone there was a quick-sand. Now, there-
fore, as the great stones of the tower were
placed in series, tier on tier, the weight grew
heavier and heavier, until it became too much
for the crust of earth above the quicksand, On
the side toward the valley the ground sloped,
so that there was really nothing to sustain the
enormous wall of stone.
A loud cry came from Cyril as he looked
up at the toppling tower, and Rabbi Ben Nas-
sur stopped and turned angrily toward him.


"See!" shouted Cyril. "The tower! It is
tottering!"
Pitching forward like a falling man, the tower
that was to have stood for ages came crashing,
thundering down!


"THE TOWER CAME CRASHING, THUNDERING DOWN!"
There was a moment of awestruck silence,
and then the multitude who saw uttered a kind
of inarticulate roar, made up of innumerable


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THE SWORDMAKER'S SON.


exclamations; for it was the curse of Rabbi Isaac
and the other rabbis, as many thought, which
had brought down the tower of the Romans.
Buried under the fallen tower were eighteen
of the officers and servants of Pontius Pilate.
"It is the vengeance of the Law! shouted
Ben Nassur, tossing his arms wildly; but a de-
tachment of soldiers, which had been stationed
there to guard the construction of the aqueduct,
marched steadily forward with leveled spears,
and the multitude turned and fled before them.
The fall of a tower could not shake the nerves
of Roman legionaries, even if they had no idea
of what caused its fall. At all events, now it
was down the danger was over.
Ben Nassur and Cyril had looked each other
in the face for a moment; but Cyril did not
wish to have the rabbi speak to him again. On
he went, therefore, down the valley and past
the Pool of Siloam. He stood still for several
minutes when he came to the place marked by
a fort and tower where the valley of Jehosha-
phat, along which the Kidron ran, was joined
at the right by the long, deep, and dreadful
valley of Hinnom. Away up that valley, at
intervals, Cyril could see the smoke arising from
the fires which were burning the refuse mate-
rials from the city and the Temple. "The
fires of Gehenna! he exclaimed. There they
had burned through ages, never going out night
or day.
Cyril appeared to be searching for something
as he walked along.
That is the landmark," he said at last, as he
stood before a tall stone pillar at the roadside.
"The road to Bethlehem turns off there. I
mean to go there, some day. It is the city of
David, and Jesus of Nazareth was born there.
Mary has told Lois and Abigail all about the
shepherds and the angels and the wise men
who came from the East." Cyril plodded on
steadily southward, being guided from time to
time by some prominent landmark rock, or
hill, or tree, or running water which his father
had described as a means whereby Cyril was
to find his way to the Cave of Adullam.
There was no general "shop or salesroom
in the house of Abigail the tallith-maker. There
was, however, a front room where she received
her customers, some of whom were people of


rank, and a rear room where most of the va-
ried needlework was done, and some kinds of
weaving.
Here sat Lois that long afternoon. She was
at work upon an abba the flowing outer robe
of white linen, worn by Jews of good degree
and fair circumstances. Though not embroid-
ered nor ornamented, it was of peculiarly fine
texture.
I wish I knew whom it is for," said Lois.
" I suppose for one of the rabbis."
So it is," said the pleasant voice of Abigail;
" and thou mayest know, but thou must not tell
others. Too many of the other rabbis oppose
him, and it will not do for a working-woman
like me to make enemies."
"Abigail," exclaimed Lois, "is it then for
the Master? Have I worked for him ? "
A noble-looking woman was Abigail, with
closely folded masses of nearly white hair above
her high forehead. Her face told of trouble
which may have whitened her hair before its
time; but her smile and her eyes were very'
sweet in their expression as she answered:
Salome and some other women brought the
materials. It is for him to wear when he goes
to Jerusalem to the next Passover. And there
is something else. Come "
Lois put aside her work and followed Abi-
gail into another room--a small one, at the
right of the workroom. She could not have
told why such a feeling of awe came over her
as she watched the actions of her employer and
friend. A large box, covered and fastened, lay
in a corer of the room, and Abigail went and
opened it. It contained many articles of ap-
parel; but these were lifted out, and Abigail
took from the very bottom of the box a light
casket made of some odorous wood with which
Lois was not familiar.
Look," she said, as she held back the lid of
the casket. I need not take it out. It is his
inner robe. It is woven without a seam. It
is such as the high-priests wear in the Temple
at Jerusalem."
Where did it come from ? whispered Lois,
looking at it with admiration.
Nobody must know," said Abigail. One
evening, not long ago, when there were neither
stars nor any moon, I was called to the door,


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749


and a stranger handed me this. He was a tall had met many wayfarers. Cyril had preferred
strong man, in a robe that covered him all over, not to make acquaintance with any, but at last
and he had come on horseback, for his horse he stood facing a man who was evidently deter-
stood by him. This,' he said, 'is for Jesus of mined to find out something about the young
Nazareth, who is called the
Christ. Finish it thou, and
keep it for him. He will be
told that it is here.'"
"Did you speak to him?" j
exclaimed Lois.
"' Who art thou ?' I asked,"
said Abigail. But the man
answered me: I am told that
thou art discreet. I am from
the wife of Chusa, Herod's
steward, and from the women
who are with her. That is
enough for thee to know.
They who made that garment
for him dwell in the king's
house.'"
"Then Jesus has friends,"
answered Lois, where nobody
would think of seeking them.
But what nature of man was
the messenger?"
"It was too dark to see '
plainly," said Abigail. "I
suppose he did not wish to
be seen. There were scars
on his face. He may have
been one of Herod's soldiers.
I took the casket from him and
he went away. Now I must
wait until it is sent for."
"There is no robe too fine for the
Master," said Lois, with reverence.
"I shall enjoy every stitch I take .
now I know the abba is for him. But -
what a beautiful vesture this is! It ; frI:,rn
the ladies in the palace. It is of finte Iv. ool.
woven without a seam, and as white ia.:. .. tra.t eir ilo:re

CHAPTER XXI. L.- Thl, ,rng,:"

CYRIL AND THE OUTLAWED. rWul.1', franie, iih I
red face and a close-
THE sun was setting at the close of Cyril's ly curling, grizzled VHO ART THOU ?
somewhat anxious day's pilgrimage. He had black beard. He commanded Cyril to halt.
met no enemy since leaving Jerusalem, but he It was a place where, for a time, one strong






THE SWORDMAKER'S SON.


man could have halted a dozen, or even a thou-
sand. It was a mere shelf in the side of a great
cliff. On Cyril's left was a precipice hanging
above a gorge far below, through which a
stream was running. On the right was the wall
of rock, ledge above ledge-Cyril did not know
how high.
"Who art thou?" curtly and sternly de-
manded the stranger, gripping hard but not
lifting the weapon in his hand. It was a Ro-
man pilum or javelin, and must at some time
have been carried by a legionary.
There might have been danger to Cyril at
that moment, if he had not been warned against
it by his father. He did not speak, but turned at
once to the rock, and passed his forefinger along
it as if writing.
The face of the grim sentry of the pass
brightened suddenly.
"Again I say, who art thou ? he asked, but
nodding his head in a friendly manner. "Canst
thou write Shallum '? "
Cyril's finger moved along the wall, but he
said, aloud, Shallum, of the sons of Hezekiah,
of Galilee "
"Amen! responded the sentry. Name ? "
Cyril, the son of Ezra the Swordmaker "
Amen!" again exclaimed Shallum, in evi-
dent delight. I know thee now. Come on with
me, and I will show thee thy father. Hast thou
any news? Tell us of Galilee. .And what of
Jesus of Nazareth ? Thy father saith thou hast
been with him."
He had turned at once, and Cyril was now
marching side by side with him along the shelf
ofrock. In his eager delight at meeting a
friend and comrade of his father, Cyril was be-
ginning to talk freely, but Shallum stopped him.
Tell thy tale in the cave," he said. I shall
soon be there. Go on, now, and at the en-
trance thou needest no password but Shallum
and Ezra. They will know thee."
The narrow path continued along the side of
the rock, but there were places where it wid-
ened so that small parties of defenders could
withstand an army.
And now, just a little ahead, Cyril saw that
the path appeared to end in a kind of opening
of the rock.
"That is where I shall be questioned again,"


he was thinking, when a loud cry of pleasure
seemed to sound from the rock itself.
My son thou art here and then it was
Ezra himself who stepped out from another
cleft and threw his strong arms around Cyril.
A rapid exchange of questions and answers
followed, and then, led by his father, the young
adventurer found himself groping his way
through a dark and seemingly intricate passage.
Ezra put out his hand and pushed aside a
kind of curtain; there was a glare of dull and
smoky light, from cressets and torches and a
forge-fire, and Cyril knew that he was in the
outer chamber of the well-known cave. It was
by no means regular in shape, but it was about
sixty feet long and from thirty to forty feet in
height.
Cyril's first glance around him showed him
several anvils and quite an array of tools; but
what his father had told him had prepared him
for that. He had not expected, however, to
see so many men.
They seemed to swarm from the rocky sides
of the cave and out of the ground. So must the
cave have looked in the days of David. He
had had four hundred men with him, it was re-
corded, and Cyril soon discovered that there
was plenty of room for even a larger band.
Just now, none of them thought of David or
Saul. No doubt they had some means for
learning the news of the day, but a traveler
from Galilee, and straight from Jerusalem that
very day, was sure to bring them tidings eagerly
desired.
They were ready to listen, with breathless
interest, to all that could be said about the
Galilean prophet who was gaining so many
followers, and who was of the royal line of Ju-
dah, descended from David; and whom even
John the Baptizer had declared to be the
Anointed, who was to restore the Kingdom.
Question followed question, and Cyril's an-
swers became full and free as he acquired con-
fidence, until at last a grim old graybeard re-
marked :
"Amen! It is enough! I am for this Pro-
phet of Nazareth. But the young man has
traveled all day. He is tired out. Let him
have food."
I will care for him," said Ezra; and in a


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few moments more he and Cyril were alone to-
gether in another cave, into which Cyril fol-
lowed his father, through a long, low burrow,
on his hands and knees. It was like the other,
somewhat, but here was no smithy. It was
the sleeping-place and store-room. Cyril ate
heartily and so did Ezra, and all the while the
talk went on. While his father learned the
news of Lois and of the doings in Galilee, Cyril
was told about the cave and about the plans
of Ezra. At last, however, somewhat reluc-
tantly, Cyril told how Ben Nassur had cursed
him, and then about the fall of the Roman
tower near the Pool of Siloam.
Ezra was a follower of Jesus, but he was a
Jew, zealous for the Law, and full of reverence
for the rabbis and their teaching. He grew
very grave as he heard, for he was by no means
ready yet to cut loose from the traditions of
his people.
"Jesus also is a rabbi," he remarked, after a
long minute of thinking. He could tell us
what to do. At all events we must go to
the Temple, and offer a lamb for a trespass
offering."
"I have money enough to buy one," said
Cyril; "but can you venture into Jerusalem ? "
Safely enough," said Ezra. Many of us
cannot, but unless we meet some of our Sama-
ritan enemies, to, denounce us, we are in no
danger. Especially during the days of the
feast, I can safely go and come."
Cyril felt greatly relieved by the idea of of-
fering a sacrifice. He felt that it might entirely
prevent the evil consequences of Ben Nassur's
terrible curse. Not that Cyril thought he had
really broken the Law, but the rabbi had said
he had, and Isaac, being a very learned man,
might be right.
"We will set out for the city to-morrow
morning," said Ezra, when they had finished
their last cluster of grapes. Now I will show
you the rest of the cave."
Cyril's curiosity was intensely excited, and he
sprang to his feet. His father carried a torch
and led the way. At the further end of that
cave was an opening, and they had to climb up-
ward a few feet to reach it. Then they fol-
lowed a narrow cleft in the rock for a number
of feet, and went down again five or six yards


of steep descent, into a large underground
chamber. It was a place for men to sleep in,
but it was also used as an arsenal. All along
the walls were stacked various kinds of weapons,
among which were great numbers of bows and
sheaves of arrows.
The Romans took them from the Parthians,"
said Ezra. Then the Parthians destroyed
that detachment of Romans on their way home,
but our tribes gathered the best of the spoils.
Come! I will show you something more."
Through a curiously crooked passage Cyril
was led into the fourth chamber of the cave;
and into this he could not go very far, it was
packed so full of arms and armor.
Year after year has this been accumulating,"
said Ezra. "There are other storehouses like
it in other places. When the time comes for
our people to rise against the Romans, we shall
have something to fight with, in spite of all that
Herod and Pilate have done to leave us de-
fenseless. We capture new lots of weapons
whenever we can; but we are never seen to
bring any in this direction."
Thou and the other smiths are making new
things meanwhile ? asked Cyril.
Not so," said his father. We can do bet-
ter by repairing and keeping in good order all
we have on hand. That gives us work enough.
But I have one piece of work that I will show
you some day. Come out of the cave now, and
rest. Most of us prefer to sleep in booths
among the rocks, though there is always plenty
of air in the caves."
It seemed a vast relief to get into the open
air again after Cyril made his long way out;
for, in order to do so he had to creep and grope
and walk over five hundred feet through the
cavern to the entrance on the ledge.

CHAPTER XXII.

THE MASSACRE OF THE GALILEANS.

THE falling of the tower occasioned great ex-
citement in Jerusalem. There were, indeed,
two parties to the controversy. A large part of
the resident population was strongly in favor of
Pilate's plan, and wanted the water brought in.
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come to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles,
and more than usually filled with religious fer-
vor, were not interested in an aqueduct which
was never to benefit them. Foremost among
these, and always the most daring and rebelli-
ous of the Jewish people, were the pilgrims from
Galilee. They were certainly the most hated
by the Romans, on account of their free speech
and unsubdued spirit. They were now stirred
up to fanatical violence by several other griev-


"'WHAT A SPLENDID SWORD!' EXCLAIMED CYRIL." (SEI

ances, including the fact that Pilate kept a Ro-
man garrison within the walls of the Temple
area, and Roman sentries in the approaches to
the Temple itself. It may have been only pru-
dent for him to do so, but his soldiers carried
their eagle standards with them. They were
known to worship these, and therefore, they, as
heathen, had taken idols into the sacred places.
It was Pilate's custom to come to his official
residence- a kind of palace for public busi-
ness- during all feasts, and he was there that


day; but he was in a very ugly frame of mind.
Such men as Ben Nassur, aided by zealots from
other places, were arousing their followers more
and more from hour to hour, until at last an
angry multitude swarmed around the gates of
Pilate's house, cursing him in the name of the
Law, and of the Temple. They clamored for
the restitution of the treasures taken from the
priests; the cessation of the aqueduct work,
which the fall of the tower so plainly declared
to be wicked; and they furi-
ously demanded the removal
of the Temple guards.
The Roman governor had
not the least idea of granting
any of these demands, and he
determined to teach the angry
Galileans a lesson. He sent
V to his camps for a large num-
Sber of soldiers. They were
not to come in armor, but
in ordinary clothing, and were
to be armed only with clubs.
Strong men can do a great
deal of damage with heavy
cudgels, but Pilate's idea was
to express in this way his
Ssoldierly contempt for a Jew-
ish mob. His men were
ordered to surround it and
to wait for such commands
as he might give them.
r Of course it was late in the
day before all this could be
accomplished; but at a very
r-.. early hour that morning Ezra
the Swordmaker and Cyril
PAGE 754) had left the Cave of Adullam,
and set out for the city. It
was not yet noon when they passed through
one of the southern gates of Jerusalem, un-
noticed by the silent guards in full armor, and
entered the city.
It was part of the caution of Ezra's friends at
the Cave that they should never be seen in
large parties. He and his son were by them-
selves, therefore, when, shortly after passing the
gate, they were informed of the great tumult at
Pilate's house.
It is no place for us," said Ezra. "Thou


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and I have but one errand. We must offer our
sin-offering, and get away."
Cyril's fear of the rabbis and priests grew
stronger as he drew near the Temple. There
was no other place on earth, he believed, where
a sacrifice to God could be offered as solemnly
as upon the brazen gold-ornamented altar of
burnt-offering, which he and his father were
soon to see.
Louder and louder grew the sounds of the
tumult in the open space before the governor's
palace, but Cyril and his father could no longer
hear it, for they were now in the outer court of
the Temple. They advanced toward the steps
leading up to the gorgeously gilded portals of
the inner court. Here they were met by a Le-
vite to whom Ezra at once handed the fleecy
offering which he had brought and had so far
carried in his arms. During several minutes,
however, there had been strange sounds beyond
the gate of the outer court, and they were fast
growing louder. Ezra and his son would have
paused to listen, but the Levite led the way
into the inner court, and they followed. In a
moment more Cyril could see the smoking altar,
the splendidly arrayed priests, the chanting
Levites, the swinging censers, and all the grand
appliances of the Temple worship. Everything
was splendid beyond his imaginings; but he
could not look at it for more than a moment.
Behind him, surging through the gate into the
outer court, filling that space, and then pouring
on into the inner court, came a shouting, shriek-
ing, maddened multitude.
Pilate's club-men had been doing their brutal
work only too well, and, if his soldiers carried
clubs only, other enemies of the Galileans (and
they were many) had seized this opportunity,
for steel blades were flashing among the pur-
suers. An angry mob were now pitilessly smit-
ing down the Jews who had protested so zeal-
ously for the Temple and the Law.
They did not pause at the gate of the inner
court, but, in a moment more, there were slain
Galileans lying among the bodies of the ani-
mals prepared for sacrifice, and the revenge of
Pilate upon those who had upbraided him was
becoming terrible. The priests and other Tem-
ple officers were fleeing.
"Come," said Ezra, in a low, fierce whisper.
VOL. XXIII.- 95.


"Follow me. We must escape now, that we
may some day smite them the more surely."
"There is Ben Nassur! suddenly shouted
Cyril. "Father, help him! He is down! "
Bravely, indeed, had the burly rabbi turned
upon a pursuer who was close upon him with
an uplifted simitar, but at that moment his
foot slipped and he fell heavily backward. No
genuine Roman soldier was near them, and
Ezra caught up one of the heavy knives with
which the Levites had been preparing beasts
for the sacrifices.
"Thou son of Edom! he shouted, as he
sprang over the prostrate Isaac and struck down
his fierce enemy.
In a few seconds his simitar, a very good
weapon, was in the hands of Cyril himself.
"Onward," said Ezra, "but strike no man
carrying a club. It is not safe. They are Ro-
mans. These others are only Samaritans and
Edomites Herod's own men, not Pilate's."
It was a confused hurlyburly, but the Roman
governor's lesson to the Galileans had already
been completely given, and a trumpet in the
outer court was sounding the recall. All the
soldiers obeyed like machines, not striking an-
other blow.
It had been Cyril's first experience of actual
fighting. At his father's order he had reluc-
tantly thrown away the captured sword, and
they were making their way out with the mot-
ley crowd of people who were permitted to
escape. No such bloody massacre had been
intended by Pilate, and his Temple-guards were
now actually serving as a police to prevent fur-
ther slaughter. Not a few of his soldiers had
been badly hurt, and a number of the Herodian
rabble had been slain, for the Galileans were
brave men and had fought for their lives.
As for Cyril and his father, they were safe
now, and were hurrying toward the southern
gate of the city.
Father," said Cyril, what had Ben Nas-
sur and the others done that this should come
upon them ? "
I know not," said Ezra, thoughtfully. It
is written that we are punished for our trans-
gressions, but I have seen the best men of Israel
go down before the swords of the heathen.
At least we have made an offering."


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THE SWORDMAKER'S SON.


We brought the lamb," said Cyril, "but we
did not see it offered."
"I am no rabbi," said Ezra, sturdily. "I
cannot say whether or not that was enough. I
do know that I have smitten Herod's men and
I have seen thee fighting them bravely. Thou
wilt make a strong swordsman one of these
days, but thou art in need of practice. I will
teach thee in the Cave."

CHAPTER XXIII.

THE SWORD FOR THE KING.

THOSE were lonely yet busy days for Lois, at
her embroidery work, in the house of Abigail.
Such news as came through the customers of
her mistress, or from their neighbors in Caper-
naum, had almost a monotonous character.
There was, of course, a great excitement
when pilgrims returned from the Feast of Taber-
nacles to tell of the slaughter of so many Gali-
leans by Pilate's order.
Still, a girl at her sewing could do no more
than sorrow for all who had suffered. She and
her people were apparently doomed to suffer
oppression, generation after generation.
How I wish Jesus were king now," she often
said to herself, "just as so many believe he is
going to be. We should all live at peace, then."
The thoughts of a great many people were
turning more and more toward Jesus of Naza-
reth. It was understood that the priests and
scribes were more than ever opposed to him.
Isaac Ben Nassur had returned to Cana in a
most fanatical zeal for the Law, and all who
agreed with him were expected to denounce
Jesus. Not all of them did so, by any means,
for wherever Jesus went he was doing much
good among the people. So were his disciples,
of whom he was now said to have sent out, in
various directions, not only the original twelve,
but seventy more, to preach and to teach and
to heal.
But many longed for action against the Ro-
mans. The delay seemed hard to bear to the
impatient patriots, who had made their head-
quarters at the Cave of Adullam. They had
almost nothing to do except to hear what news
they could get, and to talk about it.


Ezra himself, and such as knew even a.little
of the armorer's trade, had plenty of occupation;
but even for them it was dull work to sharpen
arrows, and polish bows, and fit spear-heads
which might never be used in battle. Not a
great many days after Cyril's arrival, however,
he and his father were alone together in the
outer cave the smithy. It was the first time
that they had been so, although they had
worked there daily, and Ezra had waited for
the opportunity. As soon as he was sure that
they were alone, he put down his hammer, and
went to the side of the cave. He pulled out a
piece of wood which closed, like a lid or little
door, a deep crevice in the rock, put in his
hand, and drew out something that was care-
fully wrapped in goat's leather.
"Father! exclaimed Cyril, as the coverings
were unwrapped. "What a splendid sword!
Didst thou make it ? "
"That did I not," said Ezra, holding it up.
"The smith that forged that blade was in his
grave before the Canaanites were driven out of
Canaan. I think it has had more than one
hilt, and has passed through the hands of kings.
It is covered, hilt and all, with inscriptions."
The richly chased handle of the sword was
of pure gold. It was indeed such a weapon as
no ordinary chief could have afforded, for among
the chasing at the haft there were great jewels
that sparkled in the forge-firelight.
Do you know what kings owned it?" asked
Cyril. Some of the other swords are fine, but
this is the finest."
"That is why I picked it out," said Ezra,
shrewdly, holding up the long, gracefully curved
weapon. No man knows if the things that
are told him are true or not, but they say it
was one of the treasures of the old Temple
first, and then of this new Temple. It may be
so. It may be that Joshua carried it once, or
David. It is the sword I have made ready for
the king that is to come. He should have a
better one if I could find it for him."
"He may bring his own sword," said Cyril.
Kings do not make swords," replied Ezra.
"They do not often use one themselves. Others
wield swords for them."
Ezra was speaking entirely as if he were
the king's armorer just then, very proud of


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his work, and of the weapon he was prepared
to offer his monarch.
"I wish the king might come," said Cyril,
"so we might rise against the Romans at once."
"So do I," said Ezra. "But thou hast seen
the sword, and I will put it away. And now it
is time for thee to set out for Jerusalem on thy
errand. Thou wilt reach as near it as one of
the Kidron villages to-night, and get in when
the gates open to-morrow morning."
Cyril departed, while Ezra returned to his
work.
Another day came and passed, bringing no
change to the men of the Cave of Adullam.
"He will return to-morrow," said Ezra to
his friends, when they asked concerning Cyril.
"No doubt he will bring news."
"As good a runner as Asahel, the brother of
Joab," had Ezra once declared Cyril, but even
he was astonished when a little after the noon
of that day, as he worked at his anvil, his name
was shouted by Shallum at the entrance of the
cave with the announcement:
"Thy son is here! He brings tidings he will
not give but in the cave "
"Then they are black," said Ezra, throwing
down his hammer. "Let all gather to hear."
The summons did not have to be carried far,
but Cyril first said words, quietly, to his father
and one or two more to make them send for all
who were near enough to be summoned, and
the cavern was thronged with arrivals from the
booths among the gorges and under the shelter
of the neighboring crags. There had been va-
rious reasons why so many had gathered at
that time, as they often did, indeed, and the ex-
citement of expectation was now strongly at
work among them. Every cresset was piled
high with blazing wood, the torches flared, and
the cave was full of a red and smoky glare.
"Speak, Cyril 1" said Ezra.
Cyril had arrived pale and almost breathless,
but he had now recovered himself, and his
boyish voice was clear and full as he responded,
speaking as if to his father.
I rested among the vineyards last night,
and this morning I was at the southern gate of
Jerusalem before it was open. There was no
need to remain there, and I walked on along
the valley of the Kidron, looking at the walls.


I meant to go in at the Jericho gate on the
north, but when I reached it it was still shut,
and there were guards before it, and the centu-
rion in command stood on the wall above the
gate. I think he was there because of a
mounted messenger who came spurring at full
gallop up the Jericho road. I dared not go
too near, for the trumpeter at the gate blew as
if to warn me, and there were others who stood
still. I saw the horseman draw his rein, and
his horse fell as he did so, but the rider sprang
to his feet and shouted:
"' From Herod the king to Pontius Pilatus
and to the High Priest: The sun has risen
twice since the head of John the Baptizer was
brought before the King in the banquet-hall
of Machaerus. Let all guards be doubled. Let
the Temple gates be shut. Let the camps be
under arms, lest there shall be a tumult among
the people.'
"Then," continued Cyril, the guards at the
gate began to arrest every man who had heard,
but I fled away down the valley of Jehoshaphat,
and I came hither through the hills, telling no
man by the way--for John the Baptizer is
dead!"
For a. moment there was deep silence, and
then arose loud cries of lamentation, while
strong men rent their garments, sobbed aloud,
and threw themselves upon the ground; for
these men had regarded John as a prophet sent
from God.
My son," said Ezra, "thou hast done well.
Rest thee, now, and eat. Then go thou with
all speed to the followers of Jesus of Nazareth.
He has been in Judea, but I think thou wilt
find him in Galilee."
Others will carry him the news sooner than
I can," said Cyril; but I will gladly go."
Herod will seek him next," said Ezra.
"He would have slain him ere this if he had
dared."
Cyril had traveled fast and far that day,
winning high praise from the tough-sinewed
men to whom he had brought his terrible news.
He felt somewhat stiff and lame next morning,
but he was eager to set out upon his errand to
Galilee; and before the sun of that day set he
was again upon the Mount of Olives, taking a
farewell look at Jerusalem.


(To be continued.)


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A WORD FOR THE OLD FOURTHS.


By CHARLES HENRY WEBB.


Sv\ / RE these Fourths like the
/ old Fourths -
S The Fourths when
we were boys?
Do drums make as
much music,
And powder as much
noise ?
If rightly I remember,
We were a merrier crowd;
Then drums and hearts beat higher,
And bands played twice as loud.

Tar-barrels were made ready
Before the end of June;
The almanacs consulted
To see about the moon;
And when we lit that bonfire
Whole skies were crimsoned o'er.
We boys, to be up early,
Stayed up the night before.


S//i


/
THE BONFIRE.

If father lent the musket
Once carried by his sire-
A tried and trusty weapon
That none but we dared fire,


After some slight contention
Which one should fire the first,
The trigger was pulled gently,
Lest gran'pa's gun should burst.



I I











"GRANDPA'S GUN."
All knew there 'd come the circus,
For, many days before,
There stopped a yellow wagon
At the best tavern's door;
And straight with bright-hued posters
That tavern's front was filled;
SWhile barns, wood-piles, and fences
Seemed rainbows circus-billed.

Without his host he reckoned
Who thought to see that show,
And not disburse a "quarter,"
As through the town they 'd go;


THE CIRCUS IS COMING!






A WORD FOR THE OLD FOURTHS.

Presenting queer old muskets -
SThose flint-locks kicked like fun! -
The soldier proved his courage
Who stood behind his gun.

And then one stately figure
SOn horseback rode and bowed,
SThat officer my father -
/i, Ah, me! but I was proud!


"THE ELEPHANT IN SACKCLOTH."

For all the things worth seeing
Went covered through the street-
The elephant in sackcloth,
The camel in a sheet.


"THE GENERAL MUSTER."


LEMONADE FOR SALE.


And then came "General Muster-"
That was a martial scene,
And lemonade and soda
Were sold upon the green.


Still see I that dear chieftain,
"Fall in!" I hear him shout,-
Yet he who led that train-band
Has long been mustered out.

But I long for that Fourth olden,
, Its merriment and noise,
When men trained one the other,
And women trained the boys;

When red seemed every sunset,
When blue seemed every sky;
When white seemed life, and spotless,
And the Fourth held all July!


I / /


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A CHARGE OF POWDER IN ITS BAG.


GUNPOWDER.


BY LIEUTENANT JOHN M. ELLICOTT.


PEOPLE outside of military life who have no
connection with the making of gunpowder know
it only as a coarse, black powder, like black
sand, which will flash off with a loud report if
shut up in a case of any kind, and set on fire.
It is a very queer mixture, made up of three
simple and well-known substances, no one of
which will explode, although two will burn.
Nobody knows when or how it was discovered,
for as far back into the dark ages as records or
tradition will carry us, we find that gunpowder,
though not used for guns, was known. It was,
no doubt, looked upon with awe and fear by
the ancients on account of its flame, its noise,
and its rending force; but their limited mechan-
ical skill could suggest very little use for it.
Possibly it was used in warfare long before
the beginning of history; but the first man in
historical times to form an idea of the terrible
destruction which this awful, bursting, fiery
substance might produce was an English monk
named Roger Bacon. Monks, in his day, were
the chemists, scholars, and writers of the world;
and this Roger Bacon traveled and studied
much, and made continual experiments in his
laboratory to prove for himself and to develop
what he learned from others. He probably
saw gunpowder among the Moors in Spain,
and tried for himself its explosive effect. Then
he wrote of its composition in the year 1267,
and in his writing suggested that it could be
used in engines of war to deal death and de-
struction to armies of men.
Soon after Roger Bacon's time his sugges-


tions were taken up and guns were constructed,
first by binding iron bars together with hoops
to form a tube, then by casting a tube out of
brass, with one end closed. Stones of suitable
size were selected as shot, and the powder had
to be carried around in chests or barrels and
shoveled into the muzzles of the guns, the stones
being rolled in after it. In spite of these draw-
backs very large guns were built, for there was
one used by Mahomet II. against the Greeks at
the siege of Constantinople in 1453 which threw
a stone weighing six hundred pounds a distance
of one mile.
Gunpowder then steadily developed as me-
chanical skill constructed better and better wea-
pons in which to use it, until to-day it has
reached a perfection of manufacture for various
purposes which allows its effects to be foretold
in any weapon, even to the time it takes a grain
to burn, and to the distance it will drive a shot.
Roger Bacon's gunpowder was made of salt-
peter, sulphur, and charcoal. Saltpeter is chem-
ically called niter, and is a natural product found
bedded in the earth in different parts of the
world, chiefly in India and China. Sulphur,
too, is found in a natural state in many volcanic
countries, like Sicily, while, as is well known,
charcoal is made from wood or woody sub-
stances by heating them almost to a burning
heat in an airtight vessel, thus driving off every-
thing in them but carbon.
Saltpeter, sulphur, and charcoal are still the
only ingredients of the gunpowder in common
use, although a new gunpowder made of differ-


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GUNPOWDER.


ent materials is undergoing successful experi-
ment; but of that we will speak later. A mix-
ture of saltpeter and charcoal alone would form
an explosive, and sulphur is added chiefly to
make it plastic, or capable of being pressed into
cakes and shapes. All three ingredients have
to be purified by the most careful chemical skill
before they are combined. Then an exact pro-
portion of each has to be measured out accord-
ing to the kind of powder to be made.
For the gunpowder generally used you would
find in every hundred pounds, if you could
separate the ingredients, seventy-five pounds of
saltpeter, fifteen pounds of charcoal, and ten
pounds of sulphur; but it would be almost im-
possible to separate the ingredients, for they
are not merely mixed together as you might
mix pepper and salt, but they are ground and
rolled and stirred and pressed together by spe-
cial machines until they are almost sufficiently
united to form a single new substance.
This mixing process is called trituration,"
and the powder is thus made into the form of
big flat cakes, called press-cake, and then broken
up, and screened into grains of special sizes, or
ground to the fine powder used for shot-guns
and revolvers. The large-grained powders are
still further stirred together until the grains be-
come highly glazed, and these are called cannon
powders. A lighted match may be held to a
grain of cannon powder and it will be found
almost impossible to set it on fire, but once
ignited it flashes off very suddenly and violently.
The great trouble with powder in cannon
was soon found to be that it exerted all its force
too suddenly, so that all the strain came on one
end of the gun. When gunpowder, is set on
fire it turns suddenly into gas, and the gas
needs about three hundred times the space that
.the solid powder occupied. The explosion of
ordinary gunpowder is so sudden that for a mo-
ment that part of the gun around the powder
charge has to hold the big volume of gas
squeezed down under enormous pressure until
the shot can make a start to get out of the gun
and make room for the gas. If, therefore, gun-
powder could be made which would burn a lit-
tle slower, so that it would not all be burnt until
the shot reached the muzzle, the gas would be
more gradually formed and the strain be dis-


tribute all along the gun. Such a powder was
first made in Germany, and was first called co-
coa powder, because it resembled in color and
general appearance a cake of chocolate. Its
method of manufacture was kept secret, but
other countries analyzed the grains and soon
learned to make it even better than Germany.
It is made partly by changing the proportions
of the ingredients, making them about seventy-
nine per cent. saltpeter, three per cent. sulphur,
and eighteen per cent. charcoal, but mainly by
using an underburnt charcoal, thus also giving
the powder its peculiar color. Thus there arose
a division of gunpowder into quick- and slow-
burning powders.
It was not alone necessary to make a powder
which would burn more slowly, but, if possible,


CUBICAL. BPHER-HEXAGONAL.
QUICK-BURNING BLACK POWDERS.


to make one burn so that more gas would be
forming when the shot got near the muzzle than
was forming when it started from the breech,
because there is more room behind the shot
when it nears the muzzle, and it therefore takes
more gas to keep up the same pressure against
its base.
To accomplish this, and to make the grains
lie so that there should be spaces evenly dis-



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SLOW-BURNING BROWN POWDERS.
tribute among them to allow the flame to
reach every grain at once, causing all of them to
begin burning together, grains were made of
regular shapes, and each shape was tried to see


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how nearly it gave the desired results. Thus.
there have been used round grains, square grains,
sphero-hexagonal grains, cylindrical grains, and
prismatic grains.
f Of course it is
pr'L impossible to
"iI"i-i 'make a grain
1 ii'l 1 which will have
[ I I I I.
1' I'o more and more
.' I ( surface to burn
S "i 1 IlI l the smaller it
S" """I i i I gets, so the best
I I result which has
thus far been ob-
A LAYER OF GRAINS. trained is only an
approach to it, and this is obtained with a
hexagonal prismatic grain about one inch high
and an inch and a half in diameter, with a hole,
or several.holes, through it.
To form a charge for a big gun these
grains are stacked up close together with the
holes all in line, putting just grains enough in
each layer to make it a little smaller around
than the powder chamber of the gun, and
when enough have been piled up to make
the proper weight for the charge, a woolen
serge bag just the right size and shape is
drawn down over the stack of grains and
tied at the mouth. When this charge is set
on fire in the gun the flame passes through
the holes in the grains, and each grain burns
from the center outward.
Such charges of powder, as made up for
cannon to-day, weigh from fifteen pounds to
one thousand pounds, and drive shots of twice
their weight over distances varying from four
to eight miles.
So long as the weight of the shot and powder


fixed ammunition. The brass case fits in the
gun, and is not injured when the gun is fired,
but can be refilled at leisure. Fixed ammuni-
tion can be very quickly handled, you see, and
leaves no residue in the gun. Cannon, more-
over, are no longer loaded from the muzzle,
but from the breech, and the breech is closed
after loading by a big steel plug which is shoved
in and locked in various ways.
The noise when one of the largest cannon is








EARLIER FORMS OF THE SMOKELESS POWDERS.


FIXED AMMUNITION.

together is not too great to be lifted by one
man, the powder can be put in a cylindrical
brass case, instead of a serge bag, and the open
end of this case is crimped on to the base of
the projectile, thus making up what is called


SMOKELESS POWDER NOW IN USE.

fired with a charge of slow-burning powder, al-
though heavy and jarring, is not so sharp and
painful as that of smaller cannon with quick-
burning powders. If a grain of cocoa powder
be burnt in the open air it will not flash off like
black powder, but will burn steadily and for an
appreciable time before being consumed.
Only a few years ago military chemists began
in several countries
to make gunpowders
Al, which would give off
no smoke. -To ac-
complish this they had
to abandon saltpetre,
sulphur, and charcoal,
and use "high explosives," which are turned
almost wholly into gas when set on fire. Sev-
eral such powders are now made, and they
drive the projectiles from the guns even faster
than .the old powder, while the strain on the


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GUNPOWDER.







GUNPOWDER.


,." 2
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DRAWN BY THOMAS MORAN, FROM A PHOTOGRAPH.
FIRING A TWELVE-INCH CANNON, WITH 440 POUNDS OF SLOW-BURNING POWDER.


guns remains about the same or less, and there
is either no smoke whatever when they are fired,
or only a little haze which quickly disappears.
.Our country makes such a powder out of an
explosive called guncotton. It begins to look,
therefore, as if Roger Bacon's gunpowder, and
even the more modern, slow-burning powders,
were to be set aside soon in favor of this more
powerful, smokeless powder. The best of the
latter only lack one quality now to make them
in every way superior, and that is unchangeable-
ness with age. Their substances, by absorbing
moisture or other elements in the air, or by
heat, are constantly tending to change their
state, and this may make the powder danger-
ous, even when stored away. The smokeless
powders are, therefore, now being tested by time,
heat, cold, and moisture, and should any suc-
cessfully stand these tests, it will almost entirely
take the place of the other powder in human
warfare.
This new powder is even more curious in


its shapes and appearance than cocoa powder.
It is the color of mucilage, and until recently
was made in slim sticks, some kinds being
round with holes through them, like macaroni,
while others were no larger than vermicelli.
The latest powder is made in thin strips of
different sizes according to the size of the gun;'
that for our largest guns is in strips two feet
long, nearly two inches wide, and an eighth
of an inch thick. If a strip of this powder is
set on fire it will burn very fast, with a bright
white light, and sometimes it sputters and gives
off sparks.
The gunpowder of to-day may, therefore, be
divided up into three classes: quick-burning
powders, which are black, slow-burning pow-
ders, which are brown, and smokeless powders.
Quick-burning black powders are used in all
small arms, and in the smaller cannon. Slow-
burning brown powders are used in all large
cannon, while smokeless powders may soon
take the place of both the others in all guns.


VOL. XXIII.-96.


1896.]











A STORY OF ADMIRAL FARRAGUT.


BY CHARLES H. BODDER.


ON the night of the i4th of March, 1863, Ad-
miral Farragut had planned to pass the batteries
of Port Hudson, on the Mississippi; to clear the
river of all fortifications between Port Hudson
and Vicksburg; .to blockade the Red River;
and, with a portion of his fleet, to co-operate
with Grant at Vicksburg.
The vessels which were to pass these fortifi-
cations were the sloop-of-war Hartford," the
frigate Mississippi," the sloop-of-war Rich-
mond," and the gunboats "Albatross," and
" Genesee."
The batteries of Port Hudson were situated
on a high bluff, and erected to operate against
land and naval forces. They were five in num-
ber, mounting from one to three heavy siege-
guns each, and were arranged in the form of a
crescent.
It was planned that the shipping should make
the attack at night, and pass the batteries; and,
as soon as this was accomplished, the army in
the rear of Port Hudson, under the command
of General Banks, was to make an assault upon
the Confederate works in the rear.
The senior commanding officer, next to Far-
ragut, was Captain James Alden, of the United
States sloop-of-war Richmond.
The United States sloop-of-war Hartford was
the flag-ship of the fleet; but when the Admiral
was on any other vessel, his flag was hoisted on
that vessel during his stay on board, and she
would be considered as the flag-ship.
The naval attack on that night proved in a
measure.disastrous to us.
The Hartford led the van with the Albatross
lashed to her side; next came the Mississippi,
followed by the Richmond, with the Genesee
lashed to her side.
The batteries were situated on the right-hand
side, ascending the river, and the gunboats were
lashed to the port (or left-hand) sides of the
sloops-of-war as they went up the river.


On the Richmond was a boy who, from his
keenness of sight, agility, and mischievousness,
had earned for himself the title of Monkey,"
which was shortened to Monk." He was a
general favorite among officers and men, and his
position, as signal-boy, brought him in close
contact with the senior officers, as the -tjat.-.n to
which he was assigned in action was abaft, on
the poop deck.,J
The night of the attack was a dark night, and
the current was running at the rate of about
eight miles an hour; against this current the
vessels had to make their way. The batteries
extended for a distance of four miles.
The Hartford succeeded in passing and get-
ting above the fortifications, with the gunboat
Albatross. The Richmond had passed all ex-
cept the upper battery; but as she was turn-
ing the point above, a plunging shot from one
of the lower batteries struck her, cutting one of
her steam pipes, which rendered her helpless.
The Genesee, the vessel lashed 'alongside of
her, also becoming disabled, they were pre-
vented from proceeding further up the river,
and both vessels had to drift at the mercy of
the current, and were exposed to the deadly
fire from all the batteries.
The Confederates had, in the beginning of
the assault, built large fires on the bluff, which
enabled them to see the shipping plainly, but
confused the sight of the gunners on the ships.
The Mississippi ran aground opposite, the
third battery and became a helpless target for
the enemy. She was set on fire by the Con-
federate shells, which compelled her officers and
crew to abandon her. Toward daylight she
floated off, and drifted down the river all
ablaze, with her guns going off from the intense
heat, and throwing their shells in every direc-
tion. She finally blew up six miles below Port
Hudson, and what remained of her wreck sank
beneath the waters of her namesake.





A STORY OF ADMIRAL FARRAGUT. 76
A STORY OF ADMIRAL FARRAGUT. 7631


4-
The Richmond and Genesee floated down
the river, taking up the positions they occupied
previous to the engagement. They lowered
their boats and sent them out to row about and
pick up any officers and men who might luckily
have escaped from the ill-fated Mississippi.


miral Farragut had succeeded in blockading
the Red River, and destroying all fortifications
of any note between Port Hudson and Vicks-
burg. Leaving the Hartford and the Albatross
to hold the position they had gained, he him-
self returned, by land, to the lower fleet at


ADMIRAL DAVID G. FARRAGUT. FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY SARONY.


The lower fleet, under the command of Cap-
tain James Alden of the Richmond, in cobpera-
tion with the army, kept Port Hudson under
siege until it was compelled to surrender on
the 7th day of July following.
During the interval between the naval at-
tack and the surrender of Port Hudson, Ad-


Port Hudson, which consisted of the Rich-
mond, the gunboats Monongahela," Keneo,"
and Genesee, and four mortar-schooners.
During the time of the siege the Admiral
chose the Richmond for his flag-ship.
One afternoon during the month of June,
the Admiral came up from dinner from the


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A STORY OF ADMIRAL FARRAGUT.


captain's cabin, and ascended the ladder to the
poop deck, where he found the boy Monk on
watch.
One of the duties of the signal-boy was to
be on the lookout with a spy-glass to report
anything new that he might observe.
"Have you noticed anything new up there? "
said the Admiral, addressing the boy, at the
same time reaching out for the spy-glass. Monk
handed him the glass, touching his cap in salu-
tation.
Yes, sir," answered Monk; "just above the
citadel (the citadel was the first battery, con-
taining two heavy siege-guns, and commanding
the approach from the river) I noticed the edge
of a new earthwork."
"When did you first notice it ? asked the
Admiral.
This morning, sir," replied Monk, but as I
was not certain that it amounted to anything, I
thought I would wait and see if it grew any
larger before I reported it. It has grown quite
considerably during the last hour; I was about
ito report it just as you came up, sir."
' "Take the glass," said the Admiral, handing
it back to him, "and look carefully."
The boy looked at the earthwork, and then,
addressing the Admiral, said, They are digging
there. I can see when they throw the dirt, but
I cannot see the men."
The Admiral again took the glass, and after a
moment's scrutiny, lowered it, and looking kindly
on the boy, said, You have very keen sight,
my lad; I can see the new earth myself, but
cannot distinguish the operation."
At this moment Captain Alden joined the Ad-
miral.
Alden," said the Admiral, "this youngster
has sharp eyes."
Yes," answered the captain, there is not a
man or boy on board whose eyesight is as keen
and as far-reaching as his. I have known him
to distinguish the different colors of lights at sea
when all others failed to do so."
He has discovered a new earthwork in pre-
paration up there among the batteries," said the
Admiral.
"Where?" asked the captain, with eager-
ness, and addressing himself to Monk.
Just beyond the citadel, sir," said Monk.


"Suppose we go up and see what it is," said
the Admiral.
With pleasure," replied Captain Alden.
Mr. Boyd," said the captain, to the officer
of the deck, "have Mr. Terry come on deck."
Mr. Terry was the executive officer.
Mr. Terry," said the captain, beat to quar-
ters, and stand by to slip the cable. Man the
starboard battery."
'" Ay, ay, sir."
In a moment, the drum and fife were heard;
then there was the usual rush of the officers and
men hither and thither to reach their stations,
and the noise of casting loose the guns, placing
the handspikes in their positions, and the un-
shackling of the cable. After which came a
sudden stillness.
Everything being in preparation, the execu-
tive officer saluted the captain, and said:
"To quarters, and all ready for slipping, sir."
"Slip cable, sir," ordered the captain.
One bell, sir," said Mr. Terry, addressing
the engineer. One bell is the signal for starting
the engine slowly.
At the starting of the engine, the ship moved
forward just enough to hold her own against the
current.
Slip the cable," came the order from the
executive officer to the forward officer.
The cable was slipped, and the moment the
ship was freed from her moorings, the executive
officer ordered the engineer to give her four bells,
which means, Go ahead at full speed."
Captain Alden and the executive officer went
forward and occupied the bridge amidships,
leaving the Admiral and the boy Monk the only
occupants of the poop deck.
As the ship approached the batteries, she was
greeted with a shot from one of the upper bat-
teries, which fell short of its mark; the Admiral
was standing on the rail of the poop deck, and
he was holding on to the awning-rope to steady
himself.
Monk was standing by him on the deck,
looking through the spy-glass at the batteries we
were approaching. A puff of smoke came from
the upper battery, and Monk, lowering the glass,
said, "Admiral, here comes the Lady Davis."

In the upper battery was an 84-pound rifled
gun, which we in the fleet had nicknamed the




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"Lady Davis." This gun h
of all the guns in the Confe
In a few seconds the rei
heard, followed by a terri
S shell; so certain did it seen
fast approaching sound, th
r, strike the ship near him, tha
*sy deck, taking shelter under t
S' He was not much mistake
The shell struck the water
i*' where the Admiral and he
* column of water which near
Admiral and Monk. But
cause the least movement
Admiral, or the slightest ch
nance excepting a slight sm
S There was one thing thai
S was never known to do, an
Shis head to a shot, no matte
y.to him.
SThe Admiral, turning, sai
Why did you lie down?
S"I thought," answered IM
was going to strike us-"
"Well, suppose it had
S miral. "Would n't it ha'
the same whether you w
S standing up?"
It might, sir," said Mo
Little higher when I am s
S would have had more chan
Some officers of the fleet
the men the idea that when
I or shell was heard in the
pan'ed.
They won't fool me a
the :-ot has passed when y
nlmutered Monk in an unde:
No, not very well, after
mi r. l, smiling.
S On regaining his feet,
ringc in the cheeks of the
S ceived also that his lips we
a determined expression.
*,,: say, just above a .whisper:
..e' tem for that shot."
S You go," said the
-Monk. "and tell Captain
batteries: ; and go up within
battery, and give it a broa
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A STORY OF ADMIRAL FARRAGUT.

ad the longest range board battery; and then turn, and give it a
deratee fortifications, broadside from our port battery !"
)ort of the gun was This message Monk quickly delivered.
fic shrieking of the On proceeding up the river, it was found that
Sto Monk, from the the enemy had mounted four guns, and were
at the shell would preparing to mount others.
It he dropped to the They opened fire from this new battery.
he rail. The fire was returned from the starboard bat-
en in his judgment. tery, which completely demolished the whole
:r directly beneath earthwork, guns and all. Then, bringing the
were. It sent up a starboard guns to bear on the upper battery,
ly deluged both the the ship gave that a broadside, and turning, re-
this did not visibly peated the broadside with the port battery, as
on the part of the the Admiral had ordered. Then we returned
ange in his counte- down the river to our old anchorage.
ile. A few days after, some of our men ashore
t Admiral Farragut took a negro prisoner, and brought him on
id that was to bow board of our ship. On the evening following
r how near it came this capture, Monk finding the darky, whose
name was Cato, forward among the men, the
id to Monk: following dialogue ensued:
1" "Say, Cato, how long were you in Port
[onk, "that the shot Hudson ?"
"I was dar 'bout free mon's."
?" asked the Ad- "What did you do up there ? "
ve struck you just "I cooked fer de of'cers."
ere lying down or "What were you doing when caught? "
Bress my soul, honey, Ah was a-fishin'."
nk. "But I am a Did you have time up there to go fishing ?"
standing up, and it "Ah had ter ketch fish, honey, or dey would
ces to hit me." n't er had nuffin' for to eat."
ad circulated among Did n't you have any bread and meat ?"
the sound of a shot "We use' ter have; afore dat day w'en dis
air, the missile had ship cum up dar, fighting' us."
Did many of them get hurt that day ?"
ny more by saying "Umph, umph, honey, dat dey did! W'en
ou hear the sound," dis ship fired all dem guns at one time at dat
rtone. battery, way up yander, one o' de shells busted
this," said the Ad- inside de mill house an' blowed de mill all ter
pieces, an' now dey has ter poun' de co'n in a
Monk saw a slight mortar cause dey ain't got no mill to grin' it."
Admiral, and per- Say, Cato, what 's the matter with that big
re compressed with rifled gun, up there ? I have n't heard it for
He heard Farragut some days."
"Well, I will pay "He, he, he! laughed the negro. "W'y,
dat same day one o' de shot from dis ship
Admiral, addressing knocked de muzzle off!"
Alden to man both "Well," said Monk, just before he dropped
i range of the upper asleep that night. The Admiral did pay
dside from our star- them back for that shot!"


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THE LOST PRINCESS.


BY TUDOR JENKS.


II.

THE next morning the prince rose early, and,
dressing himself in a plain suit without orna-


ment or sign of his rank,
he set forth from the
palace on foot, taking
a road that led him
westward. Upon his
back was a student's
knapsack, and in his
hand he carried a walk-
ing-staff. He wore no
weapons, and had only
a cloak to protect him
from the weather.
As he came to a
cross-roads, a little dog
came trotting along a
side road, and stopped
under the sign-post.
He wagged his tail as
the prince came up;
and the prince spoke
to him, as one will to
a stray dog.
Poor doggie -
nice fellow!" said the
prince.
He had not expected
an answer, for at the
moment he had for-
gotten he could under-
stand dog language.
So he was surprised
when the-dog's barking
came to his ears in
these words:
"You look like a
pleasant sort of chap.
Take me with you "
And the prince an-
swered the request, also


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THE DWARF AND HIS GIANTS
AT DINNER.
(SEE PAGE 770.)

in the dog language:


Come along, if you like; but I don't know
just where or even how far I 'm going."


Then the dog was delighted. He stood on
three legs, on one leg, and danced about as if
beside himself, saying at the same time:
All right, my boy! You can't go too far to


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please me. So long as bones
grow all over the world, I 'm
S content. Come along quick!
What are you waiting for? "
And then the dog ran on ahead,
turning every now and then to see
if the prince was following.
So long as the prince could be seen from
the palace he kept to the road; but when
the road turned from the direct western course,
he left it and entered the woods. There he
went softly, peering into the darkest nooks
and corners, which the dog thought great fun.






















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"THE GROWLING CEASED AND THE LIONS GATHERED CLOSE ABOUT HIM." (SEE PAGE 770.)
768






THE LOST PRINCESS.


As he came out from behind the trunk of a
great oak, a fine stag with wide-branching antlers
leaped up from where it was couched, and
trembled, as it paused for an instant. Then, be-
fore the stag could bound away, the prince spoke
in a strange language. And the stag lost its
fear, but gazed wonderingly into his eyes.
Stag of ten," said the prince, take me on
your back, if you be strong."
Then the stag crouched again, and the prince
climbed upon his back, and held to the antlers.
Then away they went through the forest for
many a mile, the little dog doing his best to
keep up, till the trees were smaller and smaller,
and at last were but stunted and gnarled, for
they grew in sandy soil. The stag stopped, and
the prince alighted and walked away, waving
his hand to the stag, who nodded his head three
times before bounding back into the forest.
That was a good run! remarked the dog,
as soon as he could catch his breath. Next
time I wish you 'd let me ride too. I was n't
brought up as a deer-hound, you know. If you
often travel that way, what you ought to have is
a greyhound- one of those wire-work trem-
bling creatures that trot sideways."
I 'm afraid the next stage of my journey will
be even less pleasant for you," said the prince.
No matter," said the little dog, bravely.
"I like a lively time."
Still the prince went westward, and came soon
to the shore of a great sea. Looking about on
the beach, the prince at last espied a crab scut-
tling after a spent wave. The prince called in a
strange language, and the crab stopped with his
claws in air, and waited till the prince came
near. The 'prince spoke again, and the crab
clapped his claws together and sidled into the
sea.
Now he moves like a greyhound awkward
thing! said the little dog, with his head on
one side.
You don't seem to like greyhounds," said
the prince, smiling.
"No," said the dog; "one of them stole a
bone I had hidden for my birthday-dinner
two years ago."
The prince made no reply, but waited, look-
ing over the waves.
After a time he saw a great shark's fin cutting
VOL. XXIII.-97.


the water swiftly toward him; and the prince
waded out with the dog in his arms, and met
the shark, and got upon his back. Then the
shark turned and swam westward faster than
any boat can sail.
"This is better than being a water-spaniel,"
said the little dog gleefully.
And just as the sun was sinking into the sea,
they came to a rock that rose alone out of the
waves that whipped themselves into white foam
on its sharp edges. And the prince and his
little follower clambered over the rough stones
and the shark swam back the way he had come.
Tired by his long journey, the prince lay
upon a smooth rock, with the dog close' beside
him, and slept soundly till the morning sun
shone into his eyes and awakened him.
He rose and clambered up the rock, toiling
and scrambling, until he came to a high wall
built of smooth stones and defended at the top
by sharp spikes of glistening steel. Then the
prince walked along the outside of the great
wall until he found a gateway closed by two
steel doors thickly studded with nails. The
prince pounded with his staff upon the doors,
but no one came, and he heard no sound but
his own hammering.
"They don't seem to be in," said the dog,
thoughtfully. Suppose I howl a little. I can
howl splendidly! Shall I ? "
No, thank you! said the prince.
At last a little green lizard poked his nose
from between two stones at the prince's feet,
and squeaked softly.
The prince turned, looked down, and said in
a strange language, as if in answer to a ques-
tion, Only a wandering prince, who wishes to
get through the gateway, or over the wall.".
"Why did n't you call upon me, then ? "
answered the green lizard, in the same lan-
guage, at once coming boldly out. Have you
a bit of twine ? "
Yes," said the prince, "and a rope as
well "; and he took a light silk cord and a silk
rope from his knapsack.
Give me the end of the cord," said the
lizard.
He took the end in his little jaws and ran up
the wall as easily as a fly walks up a pane of
glass. Reaching the top, the lizard carried the


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THE LOST PRINCESS.


cord around two of the spikes, and came down
again as he had gone up.
"Well done!" said the prince, patting the
lizard gently on the head with his forefinger.
He 's smarter than a trained French poo-
dle!" said the dog, admiringly. "Bravo,
green! But the lizard scampered away with-
out a word more.
Then the prince tied the rope to an end of
the cord, and drew it up until it passed around
the two spikes and came down along the liz-
ard's path. It was an easy matter then to
clamber up; and, after hoisting the little dog
up in a loop, the prince let the dog and him-
self down inside the wall.
Before him he saw a great castle surrounding
a lofty stone tower, so high that there were
clouds about its top, hiding its upper part. To
the great door of the castle the prince walked
without meeting any one. It required all his
strength to push open the door; but at last it
yielded, and the prince and his companion en-
tered a gloomy hallway that was damp and cold
and silent.
This is about as cheerful as the pound," re-
marked his little friend, sniffing about uneasily.
"I was in the pound once whew "
But while the prince paused, uncertain where
to go, he heard a roar of laughter, and a pound-
ing and a clatter from the left. He walked
boldly along the hall until he reached a door-
way hung with black curtains spangled with
silver stars. He thrust aside the curtains and
entered the room.
The room was the dining-hall of the castle,
and at the head of a long table sat an ugly
dwarf, with a gray beard. He was dressed in
black, and wore a scarlet feather in his pointed
cap. Upon his right and left sat two giants,
one with bright red hair and beard, and the
other with hair and beard of a dull yellow.
Next to the giants were two immense men,
only a little shorter; and next to these were
two shorter still, and so it continued down each
side of the table until the middle was reached.
From the middle the diners were women, and
these increased in size as the men had decreased,
until, at the foot of the table, were two giant-
esses, between whom sat the dwarf's wife -as
tiny as he was and twice as disagreeable.


The men were fierce-looking fellows, and
each wore a sword or dagger; and the women
were, like their husbands, ugly creatures.
Oho, aha, oho! cried the little dwarf, as he
saw the prince at the door. Oho-o Here is
a new guest; and one who is n't invited!
Somebody left the gate open, and this fellow
wandered in. What do you want here ? "
"I came," said the prince, to free my sister
whom you carried off many years ago."
Oho! "laughed the little dwarf. "You are
a brave prince, indeed! See," he went on,
turning to his strange company, "this little fel-
low comes to rescue the princess who lives in the
high tower. Is n't he a brave youngster ?"
Thereupon the giants, and giantesses, and the
whole row of guests laughed until the dishes
clattered.
"I told you," the dwarf went on, still ad-
dressing his followers, that to-day was the fated
day when the prince would come. But I thought
he would bring his whole army and his whole
fleet of ships at least. And I promised you a
famous battle by land and sea; but no mat-
ter-" and then rising to his feet, he went on
in verse:

"Instead of many warriors slain
And soldiers beaten to a mince,
Our loss shall be the lions' gain-
For they shall feast upon a prince! "

The dwarf made a sign to the two giants Vho
sat beside him, and in a twinkling they rushed
upon the little prince. In spite of his struggles
they carried him through a long hall, and bind-
ing him hand and foot, lowered him at the end
of a rope down into a dark pit. But the little
dog ran under the table, and was not noticed.
For some time the prince saw nothing and
heard only a muffled growling; but at length
he made out pairs of bright spots in the dark-
ness, and knew that these were the eyes of the
lions. And presently, when the growling came
nearer, the prince spoke in a strange language.
At once the growling ceased, and the lions
gathered close about him.
Are you friends of the black dwarf? asked
the prince.
"No the lions answered. We despise and
hate him. But what could we do ? His giants


[JULY,






THE LOST PRINCESS.


caught us and have kept us here in the dark
pit, starving us so that we have had to eat the
persons thrown to us."
"Suppose I help you out," said the prince,
will you then help me will you drive away
the giants and other servants of the dwarf? "
Gladly !" roared the lions, all together.
But how can you let us out ? "
Only gnaw the ropes with which I am tied,"
replied the prince, and I will find a way."
So the lions very carefully cut the ropes with
their sharp teeth, and in a short time the prince
was at liberty.
"First," said the prince, we need light."
Then he looked carefully about (for his eyes
were becoming accustomed to the darkness) un-
til he found a spider. He spoke softly to the
spider, and the spider climbed his long web, up
to the top of the pit.
What are you going to do ?" the lions
grumbled, for they were becoming impatient.
"Wait and you shall soon see," was the
answer the prince made to them. And before
long the spider came back attended by a host
of fireflies. And the fireflies were stationed
regularly about the sides of the pit, half turning
on their light while the other half turned theirs
off. Thus the pit was faintly lighted.
Now," said the prince to the lions, let the
strongest lion come and stand with his forepaws
against the side of the pit. Let the next strongest
stand upon his back, and so on until I am able
to climb out. Then I will release you all, if I
can find out how to open the gate that leads in-
to this pit."
"There is no need of that," said the spider.
" I know how to open the gate. Come with
me, when you escape from the pit."
So the lions made a living ladder as the prince
had directed them, and bounding over their soft
backs, and holding on by their tawny manes, he
was soon out of the pit.
The spider, having climbed his long silk lad-
der, was awaiting the prince, and now ran down
the hall before him. A dozen of the fireflies
led the way, and made all bright. At the end
of the hall, the prince came to a stone stairway;
and, following the spider down these steps, he
came to the barred gate that kept the lions in
the pit. The key was in the gate, and by a turn


of the hand the lock flew back, and the gate flew
open.
The lions bounded up the stairway, rushed
through the hall, reached the dining-hall, sprang
through the curtained doorway, and then-what
a noise and confusion there was as the giants and
dwarfs tried to get away!
In a few moments the room was cleared, and
all except the black dwarf had already escaped
into the courtyard when the prince entered the
door. The dwarf, when he heard the roaring
of the furious beasts, guessed what had happened,
and he sought for his magic wand that had been
on the table at his side. But the clever little
dog had slyly stolen it and now held it safely
under the table. The dwarf, not being able to
find his wand, sprang from his chair to the
table; and then, climbing a knotted rope that
hung from the vaulted roof, he had perched
himself upon a crystal ball that hung in mid-
air.
"Oho aha!" he cried, as he saw the
prince enter. You are a clever prince, I see,
as well as a brave one. But you are not yet
through with the black dwarf! "
As he ended, he struck the crystal ball with
his sword. The ball was shattered, the pieces
jingled down upon the table, and all was dark.

Gradually the light returned as the sun rose,
and the prince found himself with his little fol-
lower on the rocky island upon which the
dwarf's castle had stood. No trace of the wall
or the great stone castle was to be seen, and
the black dwarf and all his people, the lions
even, had vanished. The rocks were bare and
weather-beaten.
The little dog was muttering to himself in a
low tone. I forgot all about that crystal
ball! said he, "and no doubt he recovered
his wand in the confusion!"
"What did you say? asked the prince.
"Talking to myself," said the little dog, and
pretended to snap at flies.
The prince was amazed, and sat down to
think what he should do next. At length he
happened to look upward, and above him, high
in air, he was amazed to see the lofty tower
floating without support, but motionless as if
founded upon the rock.






THE LOST PRINCESS.


THE PRINCE MEETS THE LITTLE DOG.


I must find some way of sending word to
my dear sister !" the prince exclaimed, and, see-
ing a dragon-fly near him, he spoke in a strange
language, and begged the insect's help.
I beg you," said he," to fly up to the float-
ing tower, and carry a note to the princess whom
you will find there. It tells her,that her brother
is below upon the rocky island; and that he
has come to save her."
"You might mention that I 'm here, too,"
said the little dog. But the dragon-fly did n't
understand dog-language, and thought only that
the little dog was barking at him. So, when
the prince had written the note the dragon-fly
buzzed away on his errand carrying the little
slip of paper, one corer of which he held in
his queer mouth.
Rising in circles higher and higher, the good
dragon-fly made his way upward.- Soon he
circled down again like
-- a hawk. Almost out
\ of breath the dragon-fly
alighted on the prince's
S shoulder, bringing the
princess's answer.
S "The rock will soon
'- a. sink beneath the waves,"
STEALING THE WAND. said the note. "I will
lower a rope to you. I
shall at once tear my silk curtains and my
coverlets to shreds, and then twist them into
a rope. I will try to save you."


If the princess should
not be in time," said the
prince, "I shall need the
help of the fishes"; and he
went down to the water's
edge. But for a long time
no fish came within hearing.
The prince meanwhile began
to be alarmed, for he noticed
that the edge of the rock
--'.-- was soaking up the water
and crumbling off as sugar
does. At every moment
the island was smaller than
it had been.
The prince looked up
toward the floating tower,
and he could see descend-
ing from it a long, slender line that swayed
to and fro in the wind, and slowly grew longer.
But the prince could see that the rock would
sink into the sea long before the line could
reach him.
The prince turned to a fly that was buzzing
around him.

















THE LITTLE DOG IS HOISTED UP.

"Come, lit- tie bluebottle," said
the prince, unless you help me I
am lost. I must speak to a fish.
Go down near the water and bring a.
fish to the sur- face. I see no other
way. Be on the watch, and you
will be too ouick for the fish."


[JULY,


sister's sake, I will do.


" For your






THE LOST PRINCESS.


as you ask," said the fly, sighing deeply. "But
I take a great risk!"
So he flew straight to the sea, and skimmed
along near the surface, and the prince watched
him sharply. Meanwhile the rock was crum-
bling, crumbling, and the line was lowered
every moment further downward, but still hung
far beyond reach.
At last, just as the rock was reduced to a
very small piece, so small that the little dog's
legs were in the wa-
ter, the prince saw a
silvery gleam as a tiny
fish shot into the air
S. after the frightened in-
sect.
"Brother of the
Scales!" cried the
S\ prince, in a strange
THE PRINCE. tongue, "come to me
-I need thee!"
At once the little fish swam close inshore,
and poked his nose above the waves.
"Swim, swim fast," cried the prince, "and
bring hither the first big fish or tortoise you
meet. He must hold me up. Quick, quick!"
"And bring a little one for me! called the
little dog, lifting first one leg and then the other
out of the rising waves, -" anything will do,
even a slippery horseshoe crab! "
But the fish could not understand what the
dog said.
Away flashed the little fish, and the prince,
looking down, saw that the rock would be all
gone in a moment more. But just as the last
piece of rock sank beneath them, the little fish
returned piloting a great tortoise. With a great
leap, the prince stood upon the shell, as the
rock sank out of sight, and the little fish swam
away. The little dog also sprang to the tor-
toise's back.
"Just in time! exclaimed the prince.
Basking lazily on the surface, the tortoise
supported the little prince while the long silk
line was slowly lowered until it came within
reach. Then the prince seized the end of the
line, took his little dog on his back, and began
to climb upward.
It was a long, hard climb, and had it not been
for the knots that were tied at intervals, the


prince could not have reached the tower. But
he rested at the larger knots, and thus gained
strength to go on. Upward and upward he
climbed, and at last had reached the base of
the floating tower.
Here he sat himself down to rest for a mo-
ment, and then grasped the rope once more, in-
tending to climb to the window of the princess's
prison. But as he began to ascend the rope, a
heavy cloud gathered around the upper part of
the tower, and it grew thicker and thicker until
the prince could no longer see through it.
Nevertheless, the brave prince climbed on,
and won his way up through the cloud, and at
last stood upright upon it, while the little dog
ran about his feet, poking into the softer parts
of the snow-like cloud they stood upon.
But the tower was gone and all that the
prince could see was a great black bat, flying
away. Upon its back was the princess and the
black dwarf. The princess had bowed her head
in her hands, and seemed to be weeping; but
the black dwarf, with arms akimbo,-was laugh-
ing heartily at the discouraged prince.
The prince was for a moment in despair; but
looking quickly around, he saw an eagle flying
in lazy circles overhead; and the prince put
both his hands to his mouth, and cried as loud
as he could in the language of eagles:
King of Air Cleavers! Come, help me! "
Hearing the cry, the eagle dropped from the
sky like a lump of lead, until he alighted upon
the cloud. Then the prince spoke to him in
the bird-tongue, and, clambering upon his feath-
ered back, with the faithful dog in his arms,
set forth in pursuit of the bat.





ASLEEP UPON THE ISLAND.
Whiz! and they had gone a league in pur-
suit. Whiz, whiz, whiz!- and they were be-
side the bat.
The princess stretched out her arms to her
brother, and, leaving the little dog on the eagle's
back, the prince leaped from the eagle to the
bat, and caught the black dwarf by the throat.
How angry was the little dwarf! He raised


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THE LOST PRINCESS.


a little black ring he drew from beneath his
cloak, and in an instant more would have
changed the prince into who can tell what ?
But at that moment the clever princess caught
the ring from the dwarf's upraised hand, and
threw it far from them into the sea.
Where it fell the water hissed and was black-
ened as if it was changed to ink; and down
went the ring to the bottom. And as soon as
the ring was taken from him, the black dwarf
seemed to lose all power. He sank back upon
the bat's fur, and lay there exhausted, quite
at the prince's mercy.
"Let me go!" he gasped out; "let me go,
and I will harm you no more "
The prince at once released him, and the
grumbling dwarf arose to his feet.
"Now," said the prince, "drive the bat to
our own country "
The dwarf seated himself upon the bat's
neck, and, taking hold of its ears, turned the
bat around toward the kingdom whence the
prince and his sister had come. Softly and
smoothly they fanned their way through the
air, the eagle following with the little dog, while
the prince stood just behind the dwarf to
guard against any treachery. But the loss of
his ring seemed to have taken away the dwarf's
courage, and he never turned his head or spoke
a word.
When they arrived at the shore of the great
sea, the prince said to the dwarf:
Let the bat descend so that we may alight
upon the beach."
The dwarf obeyed, and both eagle and bat
soared downward in great circles, and at last
skimmed so close to the beach that the prince
took his sister's hand, and both jumped to the
soft sand unhurt.
A moment afterward the little dog also jumped
to the ground, and the eagle flew swiftly away.
Then the bat flew to one of the stunted trees
near the shore, and hung himself head down-
ward from a dead branch, while the black
dwarf slid from his back, and came across the
beach to where the prince and princess stood.
Noble prince," said the dwarf, very humbly,
" I have done you a great wrong, and I deserve
no kindness at your hands. You have taken
away my art, and I have lost all my power.


Now, if you will give me back my ring, I will
grant you in return all that I have deprived you
of these many years."
But how can I give you the power of again
doing evil ?" asked the prince. "That would
not be right."
"I will do no more evil," said the black
dwarf. There is a vow that no creature of
the magic world dare break. I will swear to
you by the great seal of Solomon himself to do
no more evil, and I will undo all the mischief I
have done, if you will restore my ring to me."
"Grant his request," said a voice from be-
hind the prince, where, a moment before, the
little dog had been standing.
The prince turned, and there stood the Green
Magician.
The Green Magician! exclaimed the prince
in wonder.
"Yes," he replied; "though you thought me
but a poor little lost dog, you were ever kind to
me, and I helped you as the kind-hearted are
always helped. Now you have conquered, and
need have no fear."
I grant your request," said the prince at
once, turning to the dwarf.
"Then write upon this shell," the black
dwarf replied, picking up a white shell from the
beach at their feet, an order to the creatures
of the sea to restore my ring."
The prince wrote a few words upon the shell,
scratching them with a broken piece of flint,
and by the black dwarf's direction cast the
shell into the sea.
Hardly had the shell disappeared beneath
the waves, when a green lobster came from
the waves and slowly crawled up to the dwarf,
bearing the magic ring tightly gripped in one
of his pincers.
Eagerly the black dwarf stooped and seized
the ring. Then, rising to his feet, he waved the
ring above the heads of the prince and princess,
crying out:
"Turn back, turn back,
Ye fleeting years;
Let nothing be
That now appears!
Let all things be
As if I never
Had tried this loving
Pair to sever "


774


[JUL,






THE LOST PRINCESS.


775


Then was heard a rumbling, grumbling, crum
bling peal as of distant thunder the black]
dwarf and the Green Magician vanished, and, a
the sound died away, there was a great change
In an instant, all the years that had
passed since the christening-dinner be-
came nothing. Once more the prince
and princess were babies in the arms +
of their nurses, and once more the 4
king was just finishing his little speech.
But this time no darkness inter-
rupted, no black dwarf appeared, and
nothing happened to cause grief to ,
the king, the queen, or their people. Q
All returned home from the feast, and
when the king and queen found them-
selves once more in the palace, the
king turned to his wife, and said: .
"My dear, that was a very wise
plan of yours--inviting everybody &
to the christening dinner. No one
was offended, no witch or evil spirit
said a word to bring unhappiness to
our dear children."
"Certainly we were very fortu-
nate," the queen replied, as she bent
over the pretty twins and kissed them.
"And I believe they will have long and happ,
lives -- bless their little hearts! "
And so they did, after that.
No one remembered anything about thi
black dwarf and the tower and all the rest ex
cept the Green Magician; and he was the onlj


creature who could have explained a very sin-
gular circumstance. Who else could under-
stand how it was that the prince, as he grew up,
knew the languages of all creatures; or why it


THE PRINCE KNEW THE LANGUAGES OF ALL CREATURES.

y was that the princess was always so very fond
and proud of her brother ?
The little Green Magician, however, wrote
e out the whole story in his big book; and from
- that book I copied it word for word, juit as it
y is here, except that I corrected his spelling.


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A SCHOOL FOR FIREMEN.


k-z By CHARLES THAXTER HILL.


A CHAIN OF LADDERS.
(SEE PAGE 778.)


No branch of
the public service
in our greater
cities is more
popular than the
Fire Department.
Because of our
peaceable rela-
tions with foreign
nations we do not
require a large
standing-army,
and for that rea-
son there are fewer
soldiers to admire
than in Euro-
pean countries.
But in our brave
firemen, ever
ready to respond
to the call for
help, to face dan-
ger and perhaps
death at any mo-
ment, we find a
class worthy of
hero-worship, and
deserving of what-
ever praise they
may receive.
The rattle and
dash of the en-
gines, the clanging
of the bells, and
the mad gallop of
the horses on their
way to a fire are
always exciting,
and staid indeed
must be the boy
or man who can


resist the temptation to follow them to the
scene of action.
When we watch the men working at a fire,
occupying most perilous and hazardous posi-
tions, on the roofs of buildings and upon lad-
ders, suffering tortures from smoke and flames,
we can scarce suppress exclamations of ad-
miration for the daring manner in which they
so coolly face what seems to our eyes almost
certain death.
Every city in the United States shows local
pride in its firemen. Each claims that its de-
partment is one of the best (if not the best) in
the country. The rivalry between some of the
cities is at times quite amusing, and there is
much discussion upon the merits of their own
firemen; but New York City undoubtedly oc-
cupies to-day the enviable position of having,
all things considered, the most thoroughly
equipped and most efficient fire-service in the
world.
The apparatus is of the best. The horses,
selected with care and judgment, are magnifi-
cent animals; and the men, picked from those
thought to be best adapted for the work they
must perform, are subjected to a most rigid
physical examination before they are admitted
to the service, and afterward are trained in a
school of instruction at Fire Headquarters that
is complete in itself.
A description of this school will no doubt be
interesting to the readers of ST. NICHOLAS,
and especially so at this time, for a picked
crew of eleven men, together with the instruc-
tor of the school, Captain H. W. McAdams,
are about to leave for England, for the purpose
of taking part in the International Firemen's
Tournament which is -to be held in London
during the month of June.
The school was organized in February, 1883,
primarily for the purpose of instructing the men






A SCHOOL FO
of the different companies in the use of the
scaling-ladder," which had then just been in-
troduced in the department. It gradually be-
came enlarged in its scope, however, until, with
the completion of the new Fire Headquarters
building in January, 1887, it became a general
school of instruction not only for the new men
admitted on trial (called "probationary fire-
men "), but for the men already in service--in
the use of all life-saving apparatus, and in the
many appliances used for fighting a fire.
Before they had this new building, in East
67th Street, the companies were taught the use
.of the scaling-ladders and life-net at an old
sugar warehouse near the foot of West 158th
Street and the North River, and here the classes
numbered nearly sixty men at a time. But
this building was in an out-of-the-way place, and
lacked the facilities necessary for instructing the
men in raising large extension-ladders, and in
the use of the many new tools then being added
to the department.
When the new Fire Headquarters building was
being completed, a yard designed for this pur-
pose was built at the back of that building.
This yard is about one hundred feet square,
being well cemented and drained, so that water
can be used in the lessons. Here company
drills" were introduced- companies being sum-
moned unexpectedly from different parts of the
city, just as they would be called to an actual
fire.
When they arrived the engines were started
and the men put through all the manceuvers of
battling with the flames. The hose was dragged
up the staircase to the top of the building,
water was started or shut off, and large quanti-
ties were used in the different movements exe-
cuted in the yard or from the windows at the
rear. The men were thus made acquainted
with every appliance carried upon the appara-
tus, and the system perfected in every detail.
Companies received ratings on the books
kept by the instructor according to the profi-
ciency they showed at the drills; and some idea
of what effect these drills had in improving the
service may be gathered from the fact that,
when they were started, of the eighty or more
companies in the department there were about
twenty-one companies in the first grade, nine-
Vor. XXIII.-98.


)R FIREMEN. 777

teen in the second, and forty in the third or
lowest grade. After three years of instruction,
there were only four or five in the last grade,


7










USING THE SCALING-LADDER. "STRADDLING SILLS."

about fifteen in the second, and fully sixty re-
ceived the rating of first-grade companies.
It is here, in this yard, where these company
drills played so important a part in bringing






A SCHOOL FOR FIREMEN.


gradually "broken in," being taught how to han-
dle, raise, and balance the ladders before he is
allowed to use them at all. Since the ladders
weigh from twenty to sixty-five pounds, and are
from fourteen to twenty feet in length, it can
be seen that it is not easy to manage them.
.. After the novice has mastered this, his opening
lesson, he is allowed to go up to the first win-
dow, and then, as his confidence increases, to
i the second, and so on to the top; but he is
Sept at each window until all nervousness has
Si i passed away, for the recruit is at first very ner-
vous, and, as the instructor laughingly remarks,
S "You can hear his teeth chattering a block
away!"
He is soon skilful, and when he finds he can
S gain the fourth and fifth story with comparative
ease, he looks down upon his less proficient com-
panions and laughs at their timidity.
As he becomes more familiar with the han-
dling of the ladders, he is taught how to "build
a chain "- a line of ladders from the street to
V.-- the roof, with a man at each story. In this drill,
S-- when the first man reaches the top floor, he
I' I I fastens himself firmly to the ladder he is on, by
means of a large steel "snap" attached to a stout
canvas belt which each wears. Then, reach-
i ing down, he brings up another ladder; and as
I [ he passes it out and over a cornice projecting
S-- some three feet from the building, and, releasing
himself from his own ladder, climbs nimbly up
,"f 'this frail-looking affair, swinging to and fro in
mid-air -the looker-on almost holds his breath
and does n't wonder at the "teeth-chattering"
referred to by the instructor in his remarks on
N the school.
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"BUILDING A CHAIN."
the New York department to its present point
of perfection, that the recruit receives his first
instruction in the use of the scaling-ladder, the
life-line, and the life-net.
After the new fireman has passed the civil-
service and physical examination, in the gymna-
sium on the fifth floor of the building, he is put
into one of the classes drilling in the yard, and THE BELT, SHOWING THE "SNAP" HOOK AND HATCHET.


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And the argument deepened--from words into blows.
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Till the dodo got up and declared 't was not right,
And called on the others to make some amends
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A BOSTON TEA-PARTY. WHO WERE THE GUESTS?
(A Prize Puzzle.)

BY MARY SEYMOUR.

(FOR LIST OF PRIZES OFFERED, SEE NEXT PAGE.)
DIRECTIONS FOR PREPARING ANSWERS TO THE PUZZLE.
EACH number represents a question to be answered by the name of a man or woman. Arrange the answers in
the order of the questions, and number them on the left-hand margin.
Give your name, age, and address at the top of each page of the answers, leaving space enough above to fasten the
pages together. Use sheets of note-paper size, and black ink, and write on only one side of the paper.
Address: Office of ST. NICHOLAS,
Union Square, New York City;
And write in left-hand lower corner of the envelope "Prize Puzzle."


I SPENT a night recently in an old Colonial
mansion, and had a strange dream. I thought
I was invited to a Boston Tea-Party," but
instead of seeing disguised men throw chests of
tea into the harbor, as I had expected, I found
myself in the midst of an assemblage of men
and women who were in some way connected
with the stirring scenes of the Revolution.
Friends and foes, Indian braves and gentle
dames mingled freely with each other. I begged
my host to tell me who they were, and though
he did not give their real names, he made
each known to me by some characteristic title,
or by something each had said or done. Such
an odd company !
There was the man of whom Daniel Webster
said, He touched the dead corpse of public
credit, and it sprang upon its feet" (i). He
was explaining some financial point to the dip-
lomat who was sent to Spain to negotiate a
loan of $5,000,000, and the free navigation of
the Mississippi (2), and the man who said,
"These are the times that try men's souls" (3).
The officer who burned New London (4) chatted
with the beautiful daughter of Colonel Dan-
dridge (5) and the "Man of the Town-meet-
ing" (6). The man who, as President of
Congress, signed the commission of George
Washington as commander-in-chief of the army
(7), the English nobleman, poet and kinsman
of Lord Byron, one of three commissioners
sent by George III to restore peace (8),
and the author of the Columbiad" (9)
stood in a group near me.
VOL. XXII1.-99.


I recognized at once the soldier on whose
tombstone we read, He dared to lead where
any dared to follow" (o1), and longed to hear
him tell of his hair-breadth escapes. Drawing
near to the English officer who would have
been remembered as a dramatist, had he not
become famous as a soldier (11), I heard him
recounting how in his hardest-fought battle one
gun was taken and retaken five times.
As I moved along, the Vice-President who
was acquitted of high treason, and indicted for
murder (12) passed me to greet with a courtly
bow the wife of "The Father of the Constitu-
tion" (13), who was entertaining in her most
charming manner the man who founded the
first circulating-library in America (14), Light
Horse Harry" (15), and the full-blooded Indian
warrior who translated the Prayer-Book and
parts of the New Testament into the Mohawk
language (16). The British general who nego-
tiated with Benedict Arnold for the surrender
of West Point (17) was in friendly converse
with the officer who, when warned of great
peril, said, "Where is the man who does not
think it glorious and delightful to die for his
country! (18)
I took a good look at the soldier to whom
Frederick the Great sent a sword with the
words, From the oldest general in the world,
to the greatest (19); and at the risk of being
thought an eavesdropper, listened eagerly to
some ringing words of the man of whom Jef-
ferson said, He seemed to speak as Homer
wrote (20). He was addressing his conversa-






A BOSTON TEA-PARTY.


tion to the distinguished mother (21) of the
" Old Man Eloquent."
One officer attracted me by his graceful bear-
ing and gentle, winning manner. He was the
only one of the company present who was buried
in Westminster Abbey (22). I was amused to
hear the British officer who became lord-
lieutenant of Ireland and governor-general of
India (23) discussing late improvements in ord-
nance with the patriot who, on one occasion,
led his men forward with the cry, There are
the red-coats! We must beat them to-day, or
Molly is a widow (24), and the heroic
woman who, after an act of bravery, was pre-
sented to Washington, and received a sergeant's
commission with half-pay through life (25).
I talked with the one President who, beside
Washington, served in the field during the Rev-
olution (26), and with the hero (27) of a sa-
tirical poem written by a British officer, and
named the "Cow Chase," showing how sup-
plies were captured by the Americans. I had
some words with the wordy man who first
copyrighted a book under a United States law
(28). I felt a secret exultation as I looked at


the officer (29) who is said to have demanded
the surrender of the enemy's stores "In the
name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental
Congress!"
I felt grateful for such countrymen as the
statesman who said, Sink or swim, live or die,
survive or perish with my country, is my unal-
terable determination (30), the framer of the
Declaration of Independence (31), and the man
who first made the motion in Congress to dis-
solve connection with Great Britain (32). I
looked with delight at the man who was made
a major-general in the Continental army before
he was twenty years old (33).
I saw the engraver (34) of "The Boston
Massacre," who assisted at the original "Tea-
Party," and was made famous by another mid-
night exploit, passing through a doorway with
the American commander (35) to whom Louis
XVI presented a sword for services against the
English, and, eager to hear the latter tell of
some of his wonderful adventures on his famous
ship, I made a sudden, energetic movement for-
ward, and awoke- to find that it was all a
dream, and alas! that it was ended.


LIST OF PRIZES OFFERED.


FOR the best answers to the foregoing puzzle accord-
ing to the conditions of the competition, ST. NICHOLAS
offers the following prizes :
One prize of Five Dollars.
Two prizes of Four Dollars each.
Five prizes of Three Dollars each.
Ten prizes of Two Dollars each.
Twelve prizes of One Dollar each.
These, amounting to sixty dollars, will be given in the
form of brand-new one-dollar bills.
Directions for preparing and forwarding answers are
given on page 785.
The competition is limited to subscribers, or regular
readers, of ST. NICHOLAS from the age of ten to the age
of eighteen years inclusive.
The Committee of Judges in awarding prizes will take
into account not only the correctness of the answers but
the age of the sender and the neatness of the manuscript.
All answers must be received at the office of ST. NIcHo-


LAS before July 15, 1896, and no competitor may send
more than one copy.
Injustice to all competitors, each set of answers must
be signed by a parent, guardian, or teacher, giving the
sender's name, age, and address in this general form: I
hereby certify that this is the work of (name), of
-- (address), aged He (or she) has received
assistance in answering the questions numbered -,
- (giving the numbers only).
Competitors may freely consult books of reference
provided the books are of their own selection, and an-
swers thus found need not be included in the "assist-
ance list; but any aid received through questions
asked of their parents or friends, or through suggestions
from such persons as to books of reference, should be
acknowledged in the form above given.
Do not write letters or notes that require a reply, as the
Editor cannot undertake to answer questions concerning
the competition. The conditions are fully stated here.


A CORRECTION.
IN the report, published in the June number, awarding prizes for answers to the Fairy Godmother Puzzle,
the list mentioned "fifteen prizes of one dollar each." As our readers no doubt noticed, this should have read
two dollars each, to accord with the prizes offered; and to each of the winners of these prizes two dollars were sent.


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THE ANIMALS OF BERNE.

BY PAULINE KING.

I HAVE a set of Animals
From Berne across the sea.
You 'd never think that cows and pigs
So beautiful could be.


For all the pigs are pale light blue,
And all the cows are green;
Their coats are speckled o'er with
flowers
Of every kind that 's seen.


The horses are a fine bright pink
With daisies mottled over-
The cats are white and violet,
With leaves of meadow clover.


There are no animals like those
In all my Noah's Ark;
There are no animals like those
In all of Central Park.


And sometimes when I think of
them
You don't know how I yearn
To see those lovely animals
A-walking round in Berne.














THE LETTER-BOX.


CONTRIBUTORS are respectfully informed that between the ist of June and the 15th of September manuscripts cannot conveniently be
examined at the office of ST. NICHOLAS. Consequently, those who desire to favor the magazine with contributions
will please postpone sending their MSS. until after the last-named date.


IN the Rhymes of the States," the valley of Willa
mette was described as if it were in the State of Wash
ington. No doubt our clever boys and girls have men
tally corrected the mistake, and restored the beautiful
valley to Oregon.


IN the picture entitled, What the Stripes Mean," oi
page 782, the names of the States are given, reading front
the top downward, in the order in which they ratified
the Constitution.

MUSEVILLE, O.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a little boy ten years old
I am a cripple. I have not walked for three years. Mi
Aunt Mary made me a present of a wheel-chair, and
can go all over the house myself. When the weather i5
fine I go out in the yard.
My Aunt Mary has sent you to me for two years. I
liked Teddy and Carrots." I like the Swordmaker',
Son the best now.
I had two white rabbits, but one died, and adog caught
the other one. I have a pet ground-squirrel. I have one
sister; she is nine years old. It is vacation now, but we
are studying the spelling-book. Your little reader,
GEORGE H-.

WILLOW DELL FARM, VAIL'S GATE, N. Y.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We live on a large farm where
we have many animals to care for.
I am nearly fourteen years old, and my sister is twelve
years. We both can milk the cows, but she much better
than I. We ride our horses bareback all over the farm,
and we can harness single or double, and we often drive
by ourselves into town six miles away, and deliver the
butter we make from our herd of Jersey cows.
We have great fun naming the calves as they come;
and they are beautiful, looking like young fawns.
We have also pigs, chickens, ducks, and pet cats and
dogs, so you see we never lack for company.
We love the country so much better than the city.
Your interested reader, KATHRINE B. DeW--.


CHEYENNE, WYO.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a little girl eight years old.
My Aunt Emma sent you to me for last year's Christmas
present and I enjoy you very much.
I should like to tell your little readers about the pack
trains that go past our house. They are mules with
great packs strapped on their backs, and they have men
on other mules to take charge of them. The mules are
to carry supplies to the different forts, and there are
twenty or thirty of them at a time.
As this is the capital city we see a great many Indians
that come here to attend court. They look very pretty


- in their blankets. They bring polished horns and horn
- chairs to sell. I remain your little reader,
ADELE B-.

We print this interesting letter from a little Armenian
friend just as it was written.
^n SMYRNA.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a new subscriber of your
a paper, which I like already very much. I am an Arme-
I nian girl of fifteen, and live in Smyrna, which is a very
nice town. Our large gulf is surrounded by mountains,
which make it as picturesque as a Swiss lake.
I am a very passioned stamp-collectioner, and as I read
in your paper letters of Australian, American, and even
SAfrican subscribers, I would like very much to correspond
I with some of them, and exchange stamps. This I do
since a long time with the subscribers of my German pa-
per, the "Kriinzchen."
S I have read very much about America, especially about
SUnited States and Canada; so that my greatest wish is
to visit once those interesting countries.
t But now, dear ST. NICHOLAS, I must conclude, for I
have a great many tasks to prepare for to-morrow. I
am sure I did a great many mistakes, but do not laugh
at them please, for I began to learn English not long ago.
I wonder if you have many other Armenian subscribers.
I remain, Yours faithfully,
MARIE A-.

NIAGARA.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: As I have never seen a letter
from Niagara, I thought I would write one. Ilikedthestory
of Teddy and Carrots best of all, and I am very sorry
it is ended. We have taken you for three years, and
would be very sorry to stop. We have only two pets,
which are a dog and a cat: the dog's name is "Wallace,"
and the cat's is "Tommy Atkins"; but we have several
horses, and generally have two cows. I am ten years
old, and have a twin sister. This is a very nice old
Town, and is such a lovely place that it is getting to be
quite a summer resort; for we are right on Lake Ontario -
at the mouth of the Niagara River. People from all over
the country come here to spend the summer. There is
a very large hotel here the Queen's Royal-- and they
have there immense tennis-courts, where all the best
players in America come once a year to play for a silver
cup. Last year we had our first golf contest, and a lady
-in our town is the champion lady player.
We have immense commons on each side of us, con-
sisting of eighty acres, where all the Canadian militia
come for two weeks every year to drill; and our town
looks quite like it used to when all the soldiers are march-
ing around; for this is a very historic town, too. Here
was held the first Parliament of Canada, and Niagara
was the capital of upper Canada. We have two old
forts--Fort Messissuaga and Fort George; and six
miles from us, at Queenston, was fought the famous battle







THE LETTER-BOX.


of Queenston Heights, where, in 1813, we were victorious
over the forces of the United States.
I remain your faithful reader,
CHARLIE L-.

CHARLOTTE, N. C.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Mrs. Stonewall Jackson lives
almost opposite where we are staying. Mama and I
went to visit her day before yesterday. My grandfather
married her to her husband. She let me lift Stonewall
Jackson's sword. I am very glad I have done it. I am
eight years old. I live in New Jersey, but I am visiting
in North and South Carolina. I expect to get a pneu-
matic-tired bicycle this spring. Your friend,
NOEL BLEECKER VAN W-.


NORTHAMPTON, MASS.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: A few weeks ago my father
took an X-ray picture of my left hand. He exposeditfor
forty-five minutes. The way he took the picture was
this: he pasted a piece of white paper upon the hard-rub-
ber slide of the plateholder, so that if I should move my
hand he could put it back to the same place again. Then
he tied my hand to the plateholder with a handkerchief,
and turned on the X-rays and took the picture. I liked
that story called "Three Freshmen, Ruth, Fran, and
Nathalie," because I live in Northampton, where Smith
College is, and, besides, my father is a professor there.
I have a brother who is very stout, and one day papa
said to him: Jack, I guess it won't be long before you
can't get through the doorway. Then Jack said: "Oh,
I guess I can get through stomach-wise for quite a while
yet." Your reader, W. LEAVITT S- .

MIMOSAS SEA POINT, NEAR CAPE TOWN, S. AFRICA.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am writing to you again, and
hope this letter will be as successful as the last.
We are having most dreadfully hot weather now, and
yesterday was simply a melting day.
Our cat has two dear little kittens, a black and a gray
one.
During the Christmas holidays we went to see Lord
Hawke's team of English cricketers play. It was very
interesting. The team are traveling in the Colony, and
are now at Johannesburg, the scene of the Jameson ex-
citement. One or two of the team were very frightened
(they were down here when it happened), and declared
they were n't going near Johannesburg; they had come
out to play, not to fight.
I am going up for my elementary examination in June.
I hope I shall pass.
On the beach down here some baths have been built,
swimming-baths I mean. They are filled daily with sea-
water, and are about seven feet deep. A good many
people bathe in them; but I have not gone to them yet.
There is a kind of bar above the water, from which the
men dive.
Every Saturday morning at school we have an exami-
nation; last week it was English grammar, this week it
was Colonial history.
I received some letters from a school in Milwaukee.
The children had seen my letter in ST. NICHOLAS, and
had written to me. I also received a letter from a girl
in New Jersey.
Now I think I must end. I remain your loving reader,
OLIVE G. F. S--

EASTON, PENNSYLVANIA.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Although my brother and I
have had you not quite four years, we feel very much
like old subscribers, and look with pleasure at the bound


volumes standing in state on the bookcase. My brother
Harry could not be called very literary, for he is between
twelve and thirteen the age when a boy is devoted to
town-chase, football, and I don't know what else; but on
the twenty-fifth of the month, when he comes home from
school, his first question is," Has the ST. NICHOLAS
come yet?"
I used to like the serials better, but since the "White
Cave was finished I am spoiled for any others less ex-
citing. Mardie's Experience," in the April number, I
enjoyed very much.
The prize competitions have interested me greatly,
but as the subscription stands in my brother's name, I
was unable to take part though anxious to do so.
Easton is not a very large, and I fear to some people,
not a very attractive place; but I find plenty to enjoy
and keep me busy. There are several pleasant country
walks to take in the summer, and then quite near by is
Lafayette College, the grounds of which are always beau-
tiful to walk through.
One queer and rather picturesque custom here has al-
ways seemed quite interesting to strangers, so perhaps
some of your readers would like to hear about it. Where
Third and Northampton Streets cross there is a square,
in the center of which is a plot of grass containing a
fountain, and surrounded by a high iron railing. This
is always known as "The Circle." Portions of the cir-
cular pavement around it are rented to farmers and huck-
sters, who put up market-stands there every morning
till about half-past ten. All the wagons are backed
against the curbstone, and with the German farmers,
who live around here in large numbers, all talking a
sort of broken-English known as "Pennsylvania Dutch,"
market in Easton is quite a novel sight. For some time
there has been talk of turning the circle into a park; but
the city draws so large an income from the renting of
these market stands that it will doubtless be very long
before they are abolished.
With many wishes for the welfare of ST. NICHOLAS,
An interested reader, FEDORA E- .
Any regular reader of ST. NICHOLAS, is permitted to
take part in the competitions for prizes.

"RIKKI-TIKKI-TAVI" IN AMERICA.
A TRUE STORY OF A PET MONGOOSE.
I HAD a pet mongoose given to me by a gentleman
who had just come from Japan, and as the mongoose is
quite rare in this country, I thought perhaps the readers
of your paper would be interested in hearing about him.
His name is "Mongy," and his color is black and yel-
low, with distinct lines running up and down his front
legs, white cheeks, and a mixed black and yellow tail.
He resembles somewhat a squirrel, but his hands and
feet are like a monkey's, with four fingers and a little
knob like a thumb in front, and five toes behind. He is
extremely curious, and when he is let out of his cage he
examines everything, and sometimes even tastes the fur-
niture, to see if it is good.
He is so tame that he will eat out of our hands, and
jump or leap from one person to another, running up
and down our clothes.
Like all animals of his kind, he enjoys peanuts and
acorns immensely, as well as all other varieties of nuts.
Every day he washes himself, and carefully smooths
out his tail and body. If he is angry his eyes turn red,
and sometimes he makes a queer little noise which is
meant, I suppose, for a growl.
The gentleman who gave him to me said that he had
to be kept very warm, and so every night we give him
his little blanket, and he fixes it to suit himself, and then
crawls in with his tail over his head, and goes to sleep.






THE LETTER-BOX.


He is very fond of fruit, especially peaches, bananas, and
pears, and he holds his food with his little thumbs while
eating.
One day we let him out in a tree, and he ran up on a
limb and sat there looking down at us. We withdrew a
short distance, and he either jumped or fell from the
limb to the ground, a height of about fifty feet. We
thought, of course, he was killed, but he started to run
away, and the dog almost caught him, when he ran into
the cellar of the next house, where we captured him and
brought him home.
The mongooses are said to be great snake-killers, and
no matter how large or how venomous the snake is, they
do not hesitate to attack it, and as they are so quick and
active they generally come off victorious.
Altogether, he is a most interesting little pet, and af-
fords us a great deal of pleasure.
CHAPMAN R-.

PEMBERTON, N. J.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: One of your most interesting
stories to me is Remember the Alamo," and I suppose
the reason is that I have heard so much of the story all
my life. I was born nine years ago in San Antonio,
within sight of the old Alamo, but was too little at the
time I left there to remember it. I am now living in a
country town twenty-five miles from Philadelphia. My
grandma has sent you to me for three years, and you have
always been received with a great deal of pleasure.
Yours sincerely, HELEN D. B-- .

MAYSVILLE, LA.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I live on a plantation eleven
or twelve miles from Maysville.
I have a merry life out there. I have a pony, three
dogs, six kittens, and a pair of rabbits. Also, a pair of
the dearest little white mice you ever saw.
I have taken you for several years. My uncle sends
you to me from Chicago, where I am now staying.
A little way from our house are the negroes' huts, and
one night we were awakened by the shrieks of Fire!
fire! and all the huts were in flames. It took papa sev-
eral months to have them rebuilt.
I am going to return home in a few days. I don't
think I like city life very well. But before I go I want
to tell you how much I have enjoyed your ST. NICHO-
LAS, because Chicago seems so much nearer to you than
Louisiana.
I am not the kind of girl that generally writes to you.
My hair is short and straight, and almost as black as a
crow's feathers.
Yours sincerely, HANNAH B. F.


VIRGINIA.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I live on a large farm in Vir-
ginia. I have two brothers and ababy sister. There are
four of my cousins here; the eldest is about my own age.
We have such a nice time here in the summer. We
have two swings, two hammocks, and a merry-go-round.
I love to read the ST. NICHOLAS. I enjoyed The
Prize Cup." I like to read the letters the children write.
We ride horseback when we can.
We have a lovely view from here. We can see Mon-
ticello, the home of President Jefferson. It is about six-
teen miles from here, and you can look westward and see
Castle Hill. To the northwest you can see Montpelier,
the home of President Madison. Then you can look to
the north and see Cedar Mountain, where the battle of
that name was fought. In the next county northeast
of us, Spottsylvania, the battle of Chancellorsville was
fought, and there are many other famous places near us.
BELLA B-.


ATHENS, GREECE.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am sure you would like to
hear something about the Olympian games, therefore I
write with pleasure to give you a little account of them,
but I shall not say too much, as perhaps you have al-
ready seen about them in the papers.
The race of ioo meters was won by Mr. Burke an
American--also the one of 400 meters. The races of
800 and 1500 meters by Mr. Flack, an Australian. The
Marathon race of 40,000 meters was gloriously won
by a Greek, named Louis, and he ran it in two hours,
fifty-five minutes. Hurdle-race, Ino meters, Mr. Curtis,
an American. High jumping and long jumping by Mr.
Clark, an American. Wrestling, Mr. Shuman, a Ger-
man, and sword-fighting by two Greeks and a French-
man. Rope by Mr. Andricopoulos, a Greek. Shooting,
300 meters, Mr. Orphanates, a Greek; 200 meters, Mr.
Carrosebdas, also a Greek; 25 meters, Mr. Paine, an
American. Mr. Flameng, a Frenchman, was first in the
bicycle-race of Ioo,ooo meters; Mr. Masson in the race
of Io,ooo meters; bicycle race from Athens to Marathon
and back 80,000 meters, Mr. Costantinides, a Greek.
The rings by Mr. Mitropoulos, a Greek.
The Americans are fine fellows and took many prizes.
The Greeks did not win very much this time, but they
are the first games we have had here; there are only four
clubs in Athens. I am a Greek boy and not long learn-
ing English. I like your magazine so much. The story
of the Prize Cup is grand. Your little friend,
ALEXANDER P. CAVVADIAZ.

JERICHO, VT.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have taken you for three
years, and I thought that I would write to the Letter-
Box" how maple sugar is made in Vermont.
After the Ist of March, when it begins to thaw, the
men go around and bore small holes in the trees to the
depth of about an- inch, and then drive tin spouts into
them, and hang up tin buckets.
The sap only drops, its speed being regulated by the
conditions of the weather. It runs best after a freezing
night. Teams draw about large tubs, into which the sap
is gathered and drawn to the sugar-house. In this is an
evaporator, or large flat pan, under which a brisk fire is
burning. The sap is taken from the gathering-tub to a
vat in the sugar-house, and run from that into one end of
the evaporator, and boils till it runs out of the other end,
being then syrup.
It is then allowed to settle, and next it is poured into a
smaller pan and boiled till it thickens enough to form in-
to cakes of sugar.
It's jolly fun watching the white clouds of steam and
the crackling fire. But best of all is when dinner-time
comes, for we boil. our eggs in the evaporator, roast
our potatoes in the hot ashes, and broil our ham before
the fire on a pointed stick. Wishing that each of the
readers of ST. NICHOLAS could have a cake of pure maple
sugar, not the adulterated article that is usually sold, I
remain Your reader and admirer, ALLAN R. W -.

WE thank the young friends whose names follow for
pleasant letters received from them: Helen W. Moore,
Helen C. Ray, Grace Tillotson, Ruth Dunbar, Charles B.
Bradley, Lottie W. Morrison, T. B. Blake, Lottie V.
Finley, May Fuller, Helen D. Porter, Evva R. Egan,
Warren Barton B., Bessie Knappen, Anna L. Reiman
Marion, Agnes, and Silas Schoch, O. Barnes, Bradley
Y. Johnson, W. Maxwell M., Mabel L., Edith F., and
Irma R., Mechtilde, William Butler Windle, R. J. Doug-
las, Mary Worthington, J. Cuyler Patterson, Carlton T.
Bishop, Pauline R. Holt, Helen Bartholomew, Florence
M. Kent, Florence C., Clinton F. Ivins, Margaret W.,
Julia Miller, Rowan L., Thomas A. Larremore.


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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN THE JUNE NUMBER.
WORD-SQUARE. I. Road. 2. Otto. 3. Atom. 4. Dome. GEOGRAPHICAL PRIMAL ACROSTIC. Primals, Constantinople. I.
CHARADE. Nose-gay. Calais. 2. Orleans. 3. Naples. 4. Shanghai. 5. Teheran. 6.
BEHEADIN. Abrahamincoln.. B-rogue. Amsterdam. 7. Nuremberg. 8. Tarsus. 9. Inverness. o.
BEHEADINGS. Abraham Lincoln. x. A-bridge. 2. B-rogue. a- Nantes. in. Odessa. 12. Palmyra. 13. Lucknow. 14. Edin-
R-each. 4. A-broad. 5. H-ash. 6. A-base. 7. M-other. 8. burgh.
L-ear. 9. I-rate. o1. N-ice. Ii. C-rash. rn. O-rations. 13.
L-ever. 14. N-one. NUMERICAL ENIGMA.
DOUBLE ACROSTIc. Primals, Lowell; finals, Holmes. Cross-
words: i. Lash. 2. Otto. 3. Well. 4. Edam. 5. Late. 6. Lads. The summer time has comeagain,
With all its light and mirth,
RHOMBOID. Across: x. Rhomb. 2. Ewers. 3. Naiad. 4. De- And June leads on the laughing hours
fer. 5. Renew. To bless the weary earth.
RIDDLE. Bar.
DIAMOND. l. Z. 2. Beg. 3. Board. 4. Zealous. 5. Groan. DIAGONAL. Cesar. Cross-words: Castle. 2. sAline. 3.
6. Dun. 7. S. frEnzy. 4. cloSed. 5. vassAr. 6. dollaR.
ILLUSTRATED PRIMAL ACROSTIC. Webster. I. Wall. 2. Egg. OBLIQUE RECTANGLE. I. S. 2. Shy. 3. Sheep. 4. Years.
3. Bowl. 4. Sword. 5. Tree. 6. Easel. 7. Rocker. 5. Proud. 6. Super. 7. Defer. 8. Revel. 9. Red. io. L.
To OUR PUZZLERS: Answers, to be acknowledged in the magazine, must be received not later than the i5th of each month, and should
be addressed to ST. NICHOLAS Riddle Box," care of THE CENTURY Co., 33 East Seventeenth St., New York City.
ANSWERS TO ALL THE PUZZLES IN THE APRIL NUMBER were received, before April x5th, from M. McG.-Paul Reese-"Jersey
Quartette"-"Dandy Small"- G. B. Dyer- Philip and Richard S. Helen C. McCleary- Josephine Sherwood -Arthur D. Brown-
Frances Lee Fleming-" Nashville Trio"--Ruth Worthington Boure-L. O. E. -Marion J. Homans and Mary T. Richardson-
Harry and Helene Ella and Co. -" Ity E "-John W. Walker and Co. Clara Anthony- Grace Edith Thallon- Clifton Pool May-
field Effie K. Talboys Jo and I Doc" and Herman -" Edgewater Two "- Marguerite Sturdy- "The Two Georges "-Daniel
Hardin and Co. Louisa E. Jones -Addison Neil Clark, G. and M. Merry and Co.- Two Little Brothers "-" Sand Crabs "-
" Tod and Yam "-" Woodside Folks "- Florence Thrall and Co. Nessie and Freddie-" The Trio "-" Embla Monmouth Quar-
tette"-" Pansies "-Katharine S. Doty Franklyn Farnsworth- "The Three Furies," Paul Rowley-Sigourney Fay Nininger -
" Princeton Tigers "- Ardel Dougan.
ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN THE APRIL NUMBER were received, before April 15th, from Bertha G. Martin, I Ethel R. Schlussel, 3 -
Edgar P. Wilson, --Fedora Edgar, i- P. Davidson, 4-W. H. H. Emory, i Helen L. A., 2-Dorothy R. Gittings, --Carr For-
tune, --Edith Winterrowd, i W. L., 9- Bertha S. Michaels, x Mary H. Pusey, 2 Owl's Nest Club," 8 Sanford T. Hudson,
2--John A. Church, 8--Georgia Stipp, 5 Beatrice Bankes, Girl Reader," 2- Wmi. C. W. Beattie, I- Nick Carter, 4 -Char-
lotte Q. D., 4- "Old Dominion," 7 Alma L. Knapp, M. F. G. and sister, Lillian Hale, i Warren B. Blake, 6- S. H., 6-
Sally Perry, I M. J. Philbin, 6- Bertha Romaine, 8- C. D. Lauer and Co., 9 Belinda and Charly, 5- Mary Stapleton,5 M. S.
W., 2 -Marion and Elsie, i -" The Happy Family," 6- J. O'Donohue Perrine, I A. A. Knapp and E. Garrett, I -James A. Greig, 3
- Frederica Yeager, 6-G. Isabel Ashwell, I-No name, Merion Station, 8- Mary Rake, 3- Bessie Flett, 9--W. H. Blue, i-
Edith M., 5-"Gladiola," 6-Gladys Johnson, x -Mary E. W., 2--Sairy Gamp, 2-" The Grannies," 9-N. Van Schaick, 6-
"Bug and Bee," 8-Ruth and Mamma, 8-B. and D., 6-A. E. and H. G. E., 9-Olive Oburn, 9-Fred. Hallock, i-Van Neste, 4
-Lucy and Eddie H., 3-" Girl from Maine," 3-Mary H. and Ernest T. Rossiter, 8 FannieJ. 3-Edward Everett,Jr., 3- "Water-
town Menagerie," 3- Evelyn R. Browne, I Laura M. Zinser, 7-Jean Blackader, 5- Olive C. Lupton, 8- C. W. Adams, 3-Florence
Elsie Turner, 8- E. C. C. E., 5.
NUMERICAL ENIGMA. book written by the author whose name answers this
puzzle. 8. Without angles. 9. A common bird. Io.
I AM composed of twenty letters, and form the title of Less youthful. 11. More depressed. 12. One whohas
a well-known book. a strong liking for anything.
My 7-2-15-4-16-6 is insignificant. My 11-13-14 is BERTHA ANDREWS.
sport. My 1-1-9-9-17 is knowledge. My 18-12-20 is a
beam. My 3-8-5-0 is related. FLORENCE GASSON.ONNECED S ES.
ADE.CONNECTED SQUARES.
CHARADE.


MY first is a preposition.
My second means to partake of food.
Steamers frequent my third.
My fourth is competent.
My whole is impossible to endure.
EDITH R. M.

HOUR-GLASS.

My centrals, reading downward, spell the name of a
musician who was born in July, 1714.
CROSS-WORDS: I. A bundle of sticks. 2. Entire. 3.
In plucky. 4. To perform. 5. A jester.

PRIMAL ACROSTIC.

ALL of the words described contain the same number
of letters. When rightly guessed and placed one below
another, in the order here given, the first row of letters
will spell the name of a famous story-teller.
CROSS-WORDS: I. A mark for identification. 2. A
masculine name. 3. A common fluid. 4. Objects of
worship. 5. A place where the water is shallow. 6.
An ungainly bird. 7. The famous heroine of the famous


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I. UPPER LEFT-HAND SQUARE: I. A large quadru-
ped. 2. Freedom from toil. 3. Small poisonous ser-
pents. 4. The remainder.
II. UPPER RIGHT-HAND SQUARE: I. A coagulation.
2. Affection. 3. A place for baking. 4. A pavilion.
III. CENTRAL SQUARE: I. To reproach. 2. Broad.
3. Certain days in the Roman calendar. 4. To try.
IV. LOWER LEFT-HAND SQUARE: I. A large quad-
ruped. 2. Surface. 3. A lively dance. 4. A fable.
V. LOWER RIGHT-HAND SQUARE: I. To believe. 2.
Scarce. 3. Verbal. 4. To join by means of heat.
"SCHOOL BOYS."






THE RIDDLE-BOX.


ILLUSTRATED DIAGONAL.

ALL the words pictured contain the same number of
letters. When rightly guessed and placed one below the
other, in the order numbered, the diagonal (from the up-
per left-hand letter to the lower right-hand letter) will
spell the name of a famous American soldier who was
killed in 1876.

CROSS-WORD ENIGMA.
MY first is in gold, but not in brass;
My second, in flowers, but not in grass;
My third is in red, but not in blue;
My fourth is in grate, but not in flue;
My fifth is in barrel, but not in cask;
My sixth is in lesson, but not in task;
My seventh is in star, but not in moon;
My eighth is in ditty, but out of tune.
My whole is something that floats above,-
Something we honor, guard, and love.
EFFIE K. TALBOYS.
PRESIDENTIAL ZIGZAG.
EACH of the words described contains six letters.
When these are rightly guessed, and placed one below
another, in the order here given, the zigzag, beginning at
the upper left-hand letter, will spell the name of the one
who will receive the most votes for the next President
of the United States.
CROSS-WORDS: A masculine name. 2. A filament. 3.
To divide. 4. A popular opera. 5. To abolish. 6.
Shattered. 7. A professional rider of horses in races.
8. Part of a harness. 9. To force. Io. Penetration of
mind. Ii. A windowpane. M. N. w.

RIDDLE.
MY first is twice as big as you;
My second 's second person, too;
My third you 'll find in every shoe;
My fourth comes twice in every noon;
My fifth is found in many a tune.
To find my whole, one must be bright.
The easy answer is not right. T. J.
DOUBLE CENTRAL ACROSTIC.
ALL of the words described contain the same number
of letters. When rightly guessed and placed one below
another, in the order here given, the fourth row of let-
ters, reading downward, will spell the name of a city in


India; the fifth row, reading upward, will spell to slaugh-
ter; these two words combined will spell a tragic event
which occurred in July, 1857.
CROSS-WORDS: I. Maxims. 2. Recompensed 3. A
glass case in which to exhibit goods. 4. Inclosed places
in which great heat is produced. 5. A traveler's hand-
bag. 6. Selecting. 7. Occurring here and there. 8.
Plotters. F. S. F.
DIADIOND.
I. IN truth. 2. An article. 3. Faithfully. 4. Aloud
noise. 5. More aged. 6. An old word meaning "be-
fore." 7. In truth. M. L. R.

DIAMONDS CONNECTED BY A CENTRAL
SQUARE.








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I. UPPER DIAMOND: I. In boulder. 2. To fondle.
3. A Turkish officer of high rank. 4. To scorn. 5.
Dense. 6. To request. 7. In boulder.
II. LEFT-HAND DIAMOND: I. In boulder. 2. The
native form of a metal. 3. Auguries. 4. To respire.
5. A vestibule. 6. Coy. 7. In boulder.
III. CENTRAL SQUARE: I. A color. 2. A masculine
name. 3. Older. 4. To choose. .5. A point of the
compass.
IV. RIGHT-HAND DIAMOND: I. In boulder. 2. A
masculine nickname. 3. A large river of Africa. 4.
Governed by rule. 5. To retard. 6. A line of light.
7. In boulder.
V. LOWER DIAMOND: I. In boulder. 2. A boy. 3.
Freighted. 4. Fundamental. 5. To waste away. 6.
A word which expresses denial. 7. In boulder.
LAURA M. ZINSER.


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