• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Coo-coo
 The story of some little men
 Right hand and left hand
 Crocodiles
 Lace-making
 A brave boy
 Odd time-pieces
 The mosquitoes
 Children that live in a shoe
 Miss Ti-To-Tee
 The queen of May
 The elephant and his wonderful...
 A bright Columbian year
 The cricket
 The bones have an exhibition
 A boy poet
 Christmas-tide
 A snake and his charmer
 Ants at play
 The holy monkey of India
 They inquire within the bones
 Bessie's dream
 A little peacemaker
 My friends the monkeys
 Her little namesake
 A curious fact
 Charlie's birthday present
 A home in Cairo
 My flowers
 Only a big sheep
 Our education
 Not brought, but borrowed
 Young and old heads together
 The katydid
 Gigantic cats
 Different ways of looking...
 The spider
 What the postman brought
 Philippa's visit
 Grand journey of the blood
 Mamma's letter
 The food on its travels
 Little Robert and his menageri...
 Master Whiney
 Our natural covering
 Thankful stocking
 The grunting ox
 Which is best?
 A review, with tea and peaches
 Pangolins
 Poor Tommy
 In the reading-lesson
 Two friends
 A bird of paradise
 The three T's - I
 A winged peony
 The three T's - II
 Fannie's adventure
 Three little maids
 A champion of luncheons
 Very like a fairy story
 Homesick
 A rose queen
 "In a minute"
 Back Cover














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Title: Fireside stories and home delights
Series Title: Fireside series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: French, Harry W ( Harry Willard ), 1854-
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Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1899
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Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Frontispiece
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Coo-coo
        Page 4
    The story of some little men
        Page 5
    Right hand and left hand
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Crocodiles
        Page 10
    Lace-making
        Page 11
        Page 12
    A brave boy
        Page 13
    Odd time-pieces
        Page 14
    The mosquitoes
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Children that live in a shoe
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Miss Ti-To-Tee
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    The queen of May
        Page 23
    The elephant and his wonderful trunk
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A bright Columbian year
        Page 26
    The cricket
        Page 27
        Page 28
    The bones have an exhibition
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    A boy poet
        Page 32
    Christmas-tide
        Page 33
        Page 34
    A snake and his charmer
        Page 35
        Page 36
    Ants at play
        Page 37
        Page 38
    The holy monkey of India
        Page 39
        Page 40
    They inquire within the bones
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Bessie's dream
        Page 44
    A little peacemaker
        Page 45
        Page 46
    My friends the monkeys
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Her little namesake
        Page 49
        Page 50
    A curious fact
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Charlie's birthday present
        Page 54
    A home in Cairo
        Page 55
        Page 56
    My flowers
        Page 57
    Only a big sheep
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Our education
        Page 60
    Not brought, but borrowed
        Page 61
    Young and old heads together
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    The katydid
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Gigantic cats
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Different ways of looking at it
        Page 69
        Page 70
    The spider
        Page 71
        Page 72
    What the postman brought
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Philippa's visit
        Page 76
    Grand journey of the blood
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    Mamma's letter
        Page 81
        Page 82
    The food on its travels
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    Little Robert and his menagerie
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Master Whiney
        Page 88
    Our natural covering
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Thankful stocking
        Page 92
    The grunting ox
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Which is best?
        Page 97
    A review, with tea and peaches
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    Pangolins
        Page 101
        Page 102
    Poor Tommy
        Page 103
        Page 104
    In the reading-lesson
        Page 105
    Two friends
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
    A bird of paradise
        Page 109
        Page 110
    The three T's - I
        Page 111
        Page 112
    A winged peony
        Page 113
        Page 114
    The three T's - II
        Page 115
        Page 116
    Fannie's adventure
        Page 117
        Page 118
    Three little maids
        Page 119
    A champion of luncheons
        Page 120
        Page 121
    Very like a fairy story
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Homesick
        Page 124
    A rose queen
        Page 125
        Page 126
    "In a minute"
        Page 127
        Page 128
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text






FIRESIDE STORIES


AND


H102WVE


DELIGHTS


ILL US TRA TED


BOSTON
LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY












































COPYRIGHT, 1899,
BY
LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY.














FIRESIDE STORIES.









COO-COO.

Of all her papa's doves, Mamie loves Coo-coo best.
There are little fantails, and pouters, and many other kinds, but
Coo-coo is a carrier dove; he carries letters.
Sometimes when Mamie's papa goes into the city in the morning,
he puts Coo-coo into a small basket and takes him along.
Mamie knows very well what he does that for, and she keeps
watch, and, by and by, she hears a soft cooing at the window of
her own bedroom, and there is Coo-coo. asking to come in!
She lets him in, lifts one of his wings and there, snugly tucked
away among the feathers, she finds a tiny note. It is from papa,
and generally reads something like this: "Papa sends his best
love by Coo-coo to his dear little daughter."
At lunch she tells mamma, "I have heard from papa this morn-
ing." Mamma is always surprised and says, "Have you? how did
you hear ?"
"Coo-coo brought me a letter," says Mamie.
































THOSE MISCHIEVOUS BOYS LET A SNOWBALL FLY.


THE STORY OF SOME LITTLE MEN.

Two good little boys went down the road -
I guess they were going to school;
For they carried their books, and hurried as though
To be late would be breaking a rule.


Two mischievous boys by a stone wall hid -
I guess they were going to play;
For they held a snowball, one in each hand,
And kept themselves hidden away
Till the good little boys drew very near,
And then would you have done so, my dear?
Those mischievous boys let a snowball fly,
And those good little boys had one in each eye !









RIGHT HAND AND LEFT HAND.


THB HOUSE
WE LIVE IN.


Well, then what happened ? Well, what do you think?
Those good little boys turned round,
And solemnly smiled, and quick as a wink
Their books they laid on the ground;
And maybe they quite forgot the rule,
That schoolboys shouldn't be late at school,
For they sent those snowballs back again
At the heads of those mischievous little men.

Well, when the play was over at last,
Four very wet little men
Shook hands, and parted, and went their ways,
Till 'twas time to snowball again.
But the good little boys were late at school,
And got '' kept in for breaking a rule;
And the mischievous boys enjoyed their fun,
And, after all, no great harm was done.
Mary D. Brine.




RIGHT HAND AND LEFT HAND.
(The House We Live In.)

MORNING had come. Some rays of the rising sun crept
between the curtain and window frame into a boy's bedroom,
causing a stir in a white cot. From under the coverlid popped
a hand, as if to catch the shining beam. Its fingers closed
on nothing and slowly relaxed.
Presently the mate of this hand went up beneath the head
resting on the pillow. The head swayed over and lay still
again. There was only a breathing motion of the bedclothes.
"Halloo, brother saluted Right Hand. "If you were as
strong as I, you would raise that sleepy head."












RIGHT HILIAD AND LEFT HAND.


If I am not as strong as you, it is your fault," answered Left Hand.
By doing more than your share, you have all along left me with too little
exercise, which accounts for whatever difference there is between us."
You cannot be sure of it," said the stronger hand.
We started alike," asserted Left Hand. I was every bit as active
as you in rubbing and punching his eyes awake when this boy was a baby.
Each time he would cry we were handy, as hands should be. It was a
dry weep at first, because young babies haven't any tears saved up."
That is not to the purpose," reproved Right Hand.
You ought to remember," continued Left Hand, "that I was your
equal for fighting the nurse while she bathed and dressed the boy to whom
we belong, and I could overset things as quick as a wink."
Maybe the baby sucked away your strength
through your thumb," jeered Right Hand.
And only think of that day," said Left Hand,
S" when we found Baby's feet for him."
j" We mostly did that," claimed the pair of
-eyes beneath their quivering lids.
You mostly didn't," contradicted the pair of
r hands. '' This boy lay in his crib one warm summer
S-day. He had just been put into short clothes. The
air got a gentle kick, then more kicks. Baby liked
it, and we two hands caught the two cunning feet
USEFUL MEBERS and let them slip away as many times as there were
hairs on his head. And he goo-gooed."
"No, no; I did that," another important member hastened to say,
and you might have observed that the mouth was waking, for it yawned.
That baby story is not to be sneezed at a-kish-o This came
from the Grecian nose.
Hark! was that the rising bell? said an ear.
Then came a rapping on the footboard, and a moment later the pair of
feet stood on the rug before the bed. One hand performed about the same
service as the other in washing and dressing our boy, although Right Hand
insisted on its rights with the hairbrush.
Sel-wyn Som-ers, get up! Breakfast is ready," called a voice.




















































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SELWYN MEETS THE SOLDIER.










RIGHT HAND AND LEFT HAND.


The boy stepped to his door and with mouth to the keyhole shouted a
reply, in which mingled the name of his sister Adelaide.
"Mamma," exclaimed Adelaide Somers, hurrying into the breakfast
room, don't you think Sel declares he won't get up to-day. Shall you
send him any breakfast or dinner ? "
I am already up and dressed, as you see," explained the lad coming
in, enjoying his joke ; but he stopped at seeing a stranger present.
The man wore a soldier's uniform that had done much service, and he
was just then speaking about a pension. The children's father was a pen-
sion agent; he proved the soldiers' claims to pension money, and got for
them what the Government at Washington allows.
"This is my son Selwyn, Mr. Mill." Thus Mr. Somers made the
introduction, and added, The war was over long before he was born, but
he lately did good patriotic work toward buying a flag for his schoolhouse."
Selwyn had come forward with hand extended. And now he noticed
that the right coat-sleeve of the soldier was empty. However, the
remaining hand was cordial in its grasp.
No doubt about a pension for you," said Selwyn; yet to pay for
the loss of your arm, sir why, the country isn't rich enough for that."
Well, I've never regretted my army service," replied the old soldier
when seated at breakfast, the lad beside him. A left hand is a good
thing to have left. I learned to write with it even before my wound was
healed. My mother was handy with her left hand; I used to say to her,
'You're not left-handed, mother, but you have got two right hands.' "
"I should like mine to be both right hands," said Adelaide.
"Do you think, sir, if we used both alike," began Selwyn- and fell to
thinking. He had heard a conversation like this before coming downstairs.
If one is called to spare some thirty of the two hundred bones in his
frame," continued Mr. Mill, they had best be those of an upper extrem-
ity. Even the leg and foot have not quite so many."
The children's mother, Mrs. Somers, remarked that a baby's hands are
the part of himself with which he first becomes acquainted.
And however long he may live and far he may travel, he will hardly
find another object so curiously and well contrived as the human hand,"
responded the man who had but one. Lavinia S. Goodwin.








CROCODILES.


ON HIS NATIVE SHORES.


CROCODILES.
(21ly Neighbors on the Ganges.)

WERE any Little Men and Women asked to name my neighbors on the
Ganges, first of all, of course, would come the crocodile. He is a very
near neighbor, and a very bad one. The crocodiles have enormous bodies
covered with bony scales, and long tails where the scales rise up in
sharp ridges like two great, ugly saws. At the ends of their toes are
long hooked claws. Set deep down in their bony heads are two fierce
green eyes. They have no lips, and even when their jaws are shut one can
see the irregular rows of interlocking teeth. The crocodile lies flat upon
the ground, and his jaws are very long and pointed, so that if he dropped
his lower jaw, when he wanted to open his mouth, it would simply strike
against the ground before he had opened his mouth an inch. It is the
upper jaw that is jointed in the crocodile, and to open his mouth he lifts
the whole top of his head.








LACE-MAKING.


Clumsy as he is, with his little, short legs, he can get over the ground
very rapidly, and can swim faster than anything but a fish. He cannot
see well when his mouth is open, but when he is very near what he is chas-
ing he takes aim, opens his jaws wide, and makes a dash. The moment
that he feels the object with his tongue that upper jaw falls like a sledge-
hammer. No wonder people are afraid of him, for he is one of a very few
living things that will attack a man anywhere and everywhere without
being hungry or angry.
On a hot afternoon the river bank is often lined with crocodiles. They
lie along in the sun, with their tails in the water, and their heads up the
bank. Some of them will lie for hours with their mouths wide open, wait-
ing for the birds that sometimes hop upon their tongues.
I have often thrown a pebble into an open mouth to watch the jaw
crash down over it. The sound rouses all the sleepers up and down the
river.
They think some of them has caught something, and there is a chance
for the rest, and the great yawning mouths fly open.
The crocodiles are my worst neighbors on the Ganges, so that the rest
must be a little better, at least.
Warren H. Frych.



LACE-MAKING.

A FEW years ago schools where little girls learned how to make Honiton
lace, were common in England.
Their teacher was always some woman who had made lace all her life.
Until they learned the trade, she took all the lace these little girls made
for her pay of teaching.
But nowadays very few of these old and skilled workers can afford to
keep lace schools. For not every one cares to buy the costly Honiton
lace, and much regret is felt over the loss of this industry. Lace-making,
by the many, is considered an art that ought to be encouraged.
Beth Gray.







A BRA FE BOY


A BRAVE BOY.

There was a little boy.
With the cognomen of ,oy.
Who said one day: "I guess I'll learn to skate, skate, skate."


But though striking out
with care
-- -
His feet flew in the air, -
And he landed on his curly little
pate, pate, pate.


Never mind," he bravely said, ,
"I have a splendid sled .:
Tobog'ning down the hillside I will go,
go, go _


Perhaps he couldn't steer -
Just why is not quite clear- ~ 1
But they dug him out of seven feet of A '
snow, snow, snow. I ,

"Oh! never mind," said he,
My roller-skates I see, -
And swiftly o'er the pavement I will
roll, roll, roll! 1OY.

But prone upon the ground.
Star-gazing, he was found,
With a bruised and sorely aching little ,poll, poll, poll.








ODD 1)TIEJ-PIJIK C(S.


Still he said, Oh! never mind,
My cycle I will find.
Through Central Park, my wheel will glide along, 'long, 'long."

He merely rubbed his knee,
As brave as brave can be,
When a "header" threw him in the crowded throng, throng, throng.

But invariably a plunge,
Escaping soap and sponge,
When Nurse his grimy hands and face would lave, lave, lave!

From lungs both deep and strong
Come howls both loud and long,
And all lavatory efforts he doth brave, brave, brave.
Hannah Sedgwick.


ODD TIME-PIECES.


Two or three hundred years ago it was
made in curious shapes. King George III.
an inch across, and it did not weigh so
much as a silver sixpence, but it kept
good time and struck every hour, like a
clock. Queen Elizabeth had a watch in
the shape of a cross. Mary, Queen of
Scots, had one in the shape of a skull.
Others were in the shape of stars, bells,
shells, fruits and books. The dog-watch
was made in France-it opened by a
catch under the dog's forepaws. S. S.


the fashion to carry watches
had one which was less than


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THIE DOG-WATCH.
















'AWhat do I hear,
SFe, fi, fo, fum?
SWhy, the little buzzig
Mosquitoes have come.
SThey are out there trying -
To crawl betweenY
The wire gauze -
Of the window-screen. 1

I -: wThey must have spied \-
1 he bed-time light,
// /, And the little girl
i, i In nightgown white.
I'.A K For they hum, .
h "Oh,isn't the darling sweet ?
I'd like her to eat, *i '
SI'd like her to eat"

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Ii~er little ten toes
A 0
vAre bare and pink,
And they most want a nibble
Of them, I think. )
Or is it forefinger, \,
/ Or palm, or thumb,.
They are whining for,
Fe, fi, fo, fum ?

-Ihey cannot get through
SThat wire lace,
Near thumb, nor finger"-i
Nor toe, nor face, ..
So they'll have to stay out
With their hateful hum,''
And go to bed hungry,
Fe, fi, fo, fum!
^f^r-Clara Doty Bates.


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- CHILDREN THAT LIVE IN A SHOE.


CHILDREN THAT LIVE IN A SHOE.
(The House That Was Made for Mfe.)

fns;J OUR bone family numbers twenty-
-'oor I jl six, making fifty-two bones in the pair
S of us," said a foot, a girl's foot, out
beneath the summer sky, where young
feet like to stray.
...... -' It talked on. We are called Right
Foot and Left Foot, to be sure, but there
is not the same distinction between us as between the hands."
Because," spoke up a hand, your chief work, of walking, is done
in equal shares."
My bones," said this foot, and he ought to know, are arranged in
three groups; back, middle and front bones. Seven short and thick bones
form the heel and hinder part of the instep. Above, where the foot is
jointed with the two bones of the leg, lies a dice-shaped bone, resting
partly on the heel-bone, which is the largest of the foot bones. In front
is placed a boat-shaped bone; next are three wedge-shaped, and the
outer bone."
Here, the hands had more to say: It is interesting to note that your
toes are jointed in the manner our fingers are."
There is a general resemblance in the structure of feet and hands,"
the foot agreed. I was about to say that five
comparatively long bones slope gradually from
the instep to the balls of the toes." oursifce
The object of many bones united," ex-
plained one of the hands, is that they may
yield under pressure, moving a little upon one
another. A foot composed of a solid bone would
be very stiff and awkward, and easily broken."
Still instructing, the foot stated that upon the form of the instep
depends much of its owner's ability to walk well, do standing work, or run
and jump. A high arch serves the purpose of a brace, such as builders






















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CHILDREN THAT LIVE IN A SHOE.


put in frames to render them strong and firm. When a little child gets on,
his feet too soon, while these bones are soft, there is danger that they will
settle and cause the misshapen weak ankles and "flat foot."
Adelaide Somers, are you dreaming? cried a voice.
The girl started up from where she sat leaning against a tree.
Why, Selwyn! I was just waiting for you to come and begin our
lesson," she replied.
Since the soldier's visit, Selwyn and Adelaide had been deeply inter-
ested in regard to the formation of our bodies. Mr. Mill, besides lending
them a book on physiology that he had
along to help pass the time on the train,
showed them a hand from which the soft
parts had been removed, the bones being
made fast in their places by wires.
The young students now found the
place, and read that the ankle has really
three joints ; one by which the foot is bent it
or straightened on the leg, one that permits I
the foot to swing inward and outward, and
one which favors the movements of the fore
part of the foot.
a *" MY BONES ARE ARRANGED IN
A wonderful structure is the human THREE GROUPS."
foot, indeed. I knew a man who, while
mending a fence, slipped by accident into a narrow space between some
poles. When his foot was drawn out, it hung helpless, toes downward.
Observe what has just been said concerning the first joint of the ankle.
With the aid of a crutch made from a sapling, the unfortunate man
hobbled a mile to his home, in great pain. A doctor ordered a poultice.
Isn't the ankle out of joint, Doctor ? asked the man's wife.
This doctor thought that might be the case, but in his ignorance said :
"The small bones there are put in as carelessly as you would throw a
handful of nuts to a child."
Now even children ought to know better than that.
From time to time other doctors came and left salves and liniments,
and tortured the patient with bandages. He suffered from the time young'
apples were no bigger than peas, till they had swelled full size and were









MISS TI-TO-TEE.


ripening on the boughs. At last, when the man was expected to die of
his hurt, they brought from a distance a famous surgeon. You would not
have known for a foot the thing he placed in a warm bath so swollen and
red, almost purple. The doctor sat by the couch and rubbed the limb
gently, to reduce the inflammation.
This was at noon, and two girls and a boy came in from school, sober
and silent, and looked up at their mother inquiringly. She told them the
good news, that their father's ankle had been set. The skillful doctor,
while directing his patient's attention to the harvest of golden pippins on a
tree before the window, had snapped the bones into place before he knew it.
The children forgot their dread of the doctor, exclaiming : "We are so
glad, good Doctor! If you hadn't come, we should have had no dear
papa in a little while."
We are sure the surgeon in that moment felt repaid for his faithful
study of the anatomy of the human foot. Does it not seem that the bone
children were merry at being able to live in their shoe again ?
Lavinia S. Goodwin.



MISS TI-TO-TEE.

A VERY fine lady has just come to town,
The finest you ever did see,
Bedecked in bright jewels and a silken gown,
And her name is Miss Ti-To-Tee.
Upon the wide ocean for many a day,
She sailed in a large, gallant ship,
And though she was such a long time on the way,
She never grew tired of the trip.
The waves they went high, and the waves they went low,
And rocked the good ship on the sea;
And over the deck the huge billows would flow,
But didn't hurt Miss Ti-To-Tee.
Each hair and each bow-knot was smooth in its place,








MISS TI-TO-TEE.

Not once did her pretty eyes blink ;
She wouldn't have wrinkled her soft, rosy face
Not if the good ship were to sink.
And so she came over so fine and so grand -
This beautiful Miss Ti-To-Tee -


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A VERY FINE LADY.


Came over the sea from her own native land
Expressly as company for me.
Her eyes are cut bias, her hair is cut straight,
Like pictures you see on your fan;
She's always the same, be it early or late,
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1 Ho for the merry month of May,
H' When birds are singing and flowers are
gay,
And up from meadows and down from hills
Comes the gentle laughter of many rills.
Decked with ribbons of brightest sheen,
A pole is set on the village green,
Blue, and yellow, and pink, and gray,
For the Queen is going to be crowned
to-day.
As the bell strikes ten in the village
4I steeple,
The Queen comes marching with all her
people,
S\ Marching along right royally,
And dressed in white, as a queen should be.
SUnder the pole she takes her stand,
A scepter clasped in her little hand,
While her people, forming a dancing ring,
These words to the little May Queen sing :
Of the month of May we crown you Queen;
Take for your kingdom the village green,
Take us all for your subjects, pray,
We crown you Queen of the month of May."

,, 3 So they serve her the whole day long,
Singing the words of the May Queen song,







THE ELEPHANT AND HIS WONDERFUL TRUNK.


Till twilight comes with its shadows gray,
And the Queen and her people march away,
Till day and the golden sun have fled,
And the Queen is cosily tucked in bed;
And mamma cries, as she turns away,
Good-night, Your Majesty, Queen of May."
The moon looks down on the village green
Where the Queen of May has lately been,
But it looks for the powerful Queen in vain,
She is only a little girl again.
Guy Wetmore Carryl.




THE ELEPHANT AND HIS WONDERFUL TRUNK.
(Jiy Neighbors on the Ganges.)

OF all my neighbors on the Ganges that are not human, I think the
elephant is the most remarkable. Rich people here use elephants just as
the rich in America use fine horses and carriages. Sometimes they are
put to hard work, for they are very strong, but they give out quickly. An
ordinary elephant will carry the load of sixteen oxen, and one huge fellow,
belonging to a native prince, lifted on to a wall an enormous cannon,
which forty-seven oxen had been tugging at in vain.
Baby elephants are seldom born in captivity. They capture and tame
elephants just as they do wild horses. Elephants wander about in droves,
every family keeping by itself.
They are the gentlest of all wild animals, and, unless angry, an ele-
phant will never intentionally injure any living thing. They hardly ever
fight, except when an elephant that has been captured and escapes tries
to get into a drove which he meets; for they are timid creatures, and do
not like to wander about alone. The old patriarch at the head of the drove
always objects to admitting a new member, and they fight it out. They
put their great broad foreheads together, and push with all their might.







THE -ELEPHANT AND HIS WONDERFUL TRUNK.


Sometimes they keep it up for hours, while the whole family stands
looking on.
When one of them finds his strength failing, he turns, if he can, and
runs away. He never comes back again, but until he succeeds in getting
into a drove somewhere, he is what they call a rogue," or mad ele-
phant." He wanders about
; shrieking and whistling, tearing
up trees, and slashing and killing
everything he can.
SThat wonderful trunk of his
is very dangerous then. It is
one of the most remarkable
pieces of natural machinery to
be found in the world. First
he breathes through it. I have
seen a whole drove of elephants
take to the water to escape an
enemy, and lie there, completely
hidden except for the tips of
l a / hv their trunks sticking out. Then
S -its sense of smell is so keen that
She can follow a trail almost as
THE ELEPT AT HO well as a dog, and pick out his
food with the greatest care.
There is a little thumb and finger at the end with such a delicate sense of
touch that he can pick up a pin, while it is so strong that with it he can
lift a heavy cannon, or tear up a large tree by the roots. It moves in
every direction. He can kill a man with it at a single blow, or gently lift
a baby from the ground and put it carefully upon the top of his broad head
for a morning ride. With his trunk he gathers his food and puts it into
his mouth. When he is thirsty he sucks his trunk full of water and pours
it down his throat. He squirts water all over himself when he takes a
bath, and if his keeper has offended him, he sometimes gives him a
heavy sprinkling.
When the flies trouble him, he breaks off the limb of a tree, and








A BRIGHT COLUMIBIAN YEAR.


stands for hours whisking himself all over with it, while he fans himself
with his ears.
On each side of each jaw he has only one great double tooth in use, and
another always growing behind it. When the front one is worn down, it
falls out, and the one behind literally slides forward, in a slot in his jaw
bone, while a new one begins to grow. There are six in all, that grow and
slide forward in this way, one after the other, each one a little larger and
stronger than the one before it. The last one to come is over a foot long,
and almost four inches wide. Together they last one hundred years, which
is about as long as an elephant needs teeth.
Warren H. Frych.
















- Little black cricket,
Oh! how can he
Live in the fireplace-
Dark cranny,
Warm sometimes
With the wood-fire flashes
But dull again
i With gray cold ashes?

.Something there surely
?;Is to cheer him,
For he sings so blithely -
S-Hear him, hear him!
Happy and loud
His music maybe
He sees our Christmas-tree
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/A beautiful fir-tree
? Green and tiny,
SHung with trinkets
And candles shiny,
All ready to greet
The chubby fellow
With eyes so blue
And curls so yellow.


There's a bright tin horn
SFor him, and many
Shining tin soldiers
Brighter than any,
/And, 1 hope, a bon-bon,
Too, for the cricket,
On a low limb, so he
Himself can pick it.
Clara Doty Bales.







THE BONES HAVE AN EXHIBITION.


THE BONES HAVE AN EXHIBITION.
(The House That Was Made For Me.)

S"WHY don't we rattle when
= 6 i we move, like the bones the soldier
man carried in a case and showed
Lefdr ho pp Selwyn and Adelaide ?"
This inquiry about the bones
came from the foot. The head
was ready with an answer.
The rattlesnake owns a set of bones that are
noisy for the same reason as those of the skeleton hand,
because they hit one another at every motion. The
Somers children are learning about bones and joints."
That accounts for the interest they took in chicken bones after
dinner."
The examination helped them to know and remember that our living
joints are cushioned with gristle, that is cartilage, very elastic as well as
firm, which binds strongly while allowing easy motion. Compare the
wired bones with this cunning work of the Divine hand."
What is a skeleton? a less wise part asked the head. Said the
head :
The word is Greek for dried or to dry. A skeleton might mean the
whole man ossified, but it is his bony frame separate frcm the other por-
tions which is commonly so called. Here is a picture of such a one, show-
ing at one glance our entire list of bones, ready for use."
It is easily seen that I am the longest and largest of all," remarked
the thigh bone, called femur in the book Selwyn and Adelaide were
studying.
And I am next," added an inner bone of the pair, in physiology
called tibia and fibula, which frame the leg between knee and ankle.
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Although willing the bones should finish their story, I will interrupt to
tell what may be a caution to some children of the age of Selwyn and
Adelaide Somers who have little brothers and sisters in their homes. A
pitiful sight is a child with bow legs, from their being kept upright under
the weight of the body while the infant bones are scarcely more than
cartilage, about which we were hearing just now.
A few days ago, in a street of Boston, where many poor people live,
I noticed in advance a child not more than two years old, hobbling on in
company with her sister of five or six years. The sideways tipping and
rolling of the little white cape-bonnet told of legs that were as crooked as a
rainbow. On my overtaking the little barefoot, the baby's feet were seen
to be so bent under that she constantly trod on their sides instead of their
soles.
The child taking care seemed doing the best she knew; she was amus-
ing her charge with some pleasant chatter, while leading her kindly by
the hand. I fancy the poor overworked mother cannot find time to mind
how the weak-limbed little traveler is becoming crippled and deformed
with much going up and down the
pavements, having nothing better
to do.
Now the bone arms say to the .
bone legs : .
Your description will serve for
ours. We likewise are each formed- '
of one long bone and, below, two
smaller bones, named ulna and radius, THE RATTLESNAKE.
side by side. The first start from the shoulders, as yours from the hips..
Our elbows compare with your knees."
How about knee pans ? demanded the leg, the small, flat, rounded:
bone placed at the fore part of each knee-joint. The book calls it
patella."
It is true that our elbows are not thus furnished," replied the upper
extremities; for although caps are of importance to you, they would be
of none to us. Observe how you and we broaden at the ends, to give
strength to the joints. We are jointed alike ; it is what men call a toggle-







A BOY POET.


joint. They construct houses and bridges and many curious machines
after designs found in man and nature."
"It is the ball-and-socket-joint which fastens the upper arm or
humerus to the shoulder, and the femur to the thigh bone." This from
the head; and the arms remarked :
Beasts use all four limbs in walking; man finds one pair enough for
locomotion, which gives him the advantage of the other pair for doing a
great variety of things."
Then the head paid the feet a compliment by speaking of instances in
which these members have done wonderful duty for lost hands. Men with
both arms amputated have written well with pen held between their toes.
A distinguished painter in Europe was born without arms; photographs
show him sitting before his canvas in an art gallery, using his foot for
holding the brush, in company with painters who have their hands.
O, Addie," laughed Selwyn, for the children had attended the bones
exhibition, don't you remember the fun there was with a boy in school
when a visitor asked which was the longest bone in the body, and he held
up his hand and yelled Backbone ?' "
Yes," said Adelaide ; and teacher told him afterward he must have
eaten his fish with his eyes shut, never to have seen that the spinal column
is made up of short bones. Ours has twenty-six, the lesson tells us."
Attached to it are twelve ribs on either side," recited the brother,
" seven of which have their other ends fast to the sternum or breast bone.
Over it is the slender clavicle or collar bone, which joins the breast bone
to the scapula or shoulder bone." Lavinia S. Goodwin.



A BOY POET.

SAID little Fred, with thoughtful eyes,
To mamma's happy group at play:
Those clouds are fairies' wandering lambs,
And when it snows 'tis shearing day."
George B. Griffith.







CHRIS TMAS- TIDE.


CHRISTMAS-TIDE.

HIGH up beside the dancing flames
The stockings hang, and still
Old Santa waits and spells the names
On gifts for Ben and Will,
Till the tall old clock by the hearth ticks out:
Tick-tock, tick-tock," 'tis saying,
And all are asleep, without a doubt -
E'en the kitten has stopped her playing--
And Towser blinks, and takes a nap
Upon the rug till dawning,
And Santa Claus, all by himself so snug,
Laughs, thinking about the morning,
When what a rioting there will be,
As down they'll come, the romping,
Frolicking boys, awake to see
What Santa Claus put in their stocking.

Oh! the merry Christmas time,
When every heart is singing,
A-tune to each glad, cheery chime
Of joy the day is bringing.
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A SNAKE AND HIS CHARMER.


A SNAKE AND HIS CHARMER.
(My Neighbors on the Ganges.)

THERE are many pleasant and beautiful neighbors which Nature pro-
vides for one upon the Ganges, but there are some, too, that are very
disagreeable and dangerous.
One of the worst of these is the hooded cobra; a large, poisonous
snake, that is particularly fond of living in stone walls.
The walls of native huts make the very best of hiding-places for them,
and the natives have so many superstitions that they will hardly ever kill
a cobra that has come to live with them.
They will put a little cup of milk by the cobra's hole, every night,
so that he may be satisfied and not go wandering about the hut, or if they
are rich enough they will send for a charmer to come and carry the
cobra off.
His bite is so poisonous that one is almost sure to die in an hour or
two, and there are so many cobra in India that almost every village has
its professional snake charmer.
He is always the queerest-looking individual in town, and when he is
sent for he comes wriggling along with a long staff in one hand, a reed
flute in his girdle, and a covered basket hanging at each end of a pole, over
his shoulder. One basket is empty and the other is full of his own pet
snakes.
He goes through a very mysterious ceremony which really has nothing-
to do with the cobra, but which makes the people think he is wonderful;
then he begins to play upon his flute.
Every one knows what a strange power music has over a reptile.
Pretty soon the cobra's head appears and very slowly he comes out, coils
his great body on the floor, lifts his head, spreads his broad hood, darts
out his tongue and swings back and forth to the music. Just at the right
moment the charmer grabs him either right round his neck or by his
tail -and in some way gets him into the empty basket and claps on
the cover.






A SNAKE AND HIS CHARMER.


Then, if the people do not pay him what he wants, he threatens to let
the cobra go again.
I have something very much better than a snake charmer to keep these
disagreeable neighbors at a distance. It is a little mongoos. He is some-
thing like a cat, but his body is smaller and longer, and his tail and legs
are very much shorter. It is just as natural for a mongoos to catch snakes
as it is for a cat to catch mice. The bite of a snake never seems to hurt
him. He is trudging about all the
time in search of them, and when he
is on duty I am never at all afraid
that any cobra will make himself at
home in my neighborhood.
Out in the forests, however, it is
very different. A great many people
in India are killed by poisonous
snakes, and when one is hunting or I
fishing. he must be always on the Il, i~''
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Once, while walking through a :.
jungle, I was startled by a cry from
some of my servants who were behind,
and turned round to see a hooded
cobra on a bank, not three feet from
me, his angry head high in the air,
in the very act of making a dart at
my face. It was too late to lift a
finger to save myself, but one of my
faithful servants had leaped forward
and, before his feet touched the A MYSTERIOUS CEREMONY.
ground he brought his staff round
with a whirl which cut the cobra's head completely from his body.
It was so near me that as the head fell to the ground it struck my
foot, and the poisonous fangs fastened themselves with a death-grip on
my boot.
Warren H. Frych.








ANTS AT PLAY.


$ WHOEVER heard of such a thing ? We knew that ants did
all kinds of work, in all sorts of wonderful ways; we would not
-be surprised to hear of their teaching school or practicing gymnastics; but
play we would suppose they had no time for that.
They have, though. The little creatures are too wise not to know the
good proverb, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." They not
only play, they joke. I am sure a little company of ants I watched one
day were laughing and chaffing while they performed the antics I am going
to tell you about.
There is, in my father's office, a broad window-sill on a level with the
ground, the floor being several feet below. Little beings, both strange and
familiar, crawl in to sun themselves on the bright, white surface, and it is
the playground of the neighborhood ants.
One morning a jolly crew of young fellows met there a slow and stupid
old inch-worm. They were good-tempered; they would not have teased
him for the world; but fun they must have, and he was too funny for
anything. They would stand in a close group beside him until he lifted
his body in that awkward arch which you all know; then they would
scamper under him, crowding one another, helter-skelter, on the other
side, and gather together again, breathless with laughter, one can imagine,
for the next chance. This they did over and over again, until the worm
had satisfied himself as to how much longer than his body the window-sill
was, and gone to measure the rest of the world.
I have often wondered whether he had any idea of what those youngsters
were doing. Mrs. WSTilis Robb.









TEE HOLY MONKEY OF INDIA.


IN THE FOREST.


THE HOLY MONKEY OF INDIA.

There are many breeds of monkeys in India. The Hulman, or
sacred monkey, takes the first place.
He is the best known of all the Indian monkeys. He is a tall
slender fellow, and he has long legs and a remarkably long tail; his
tail is one third longer than his whole body. The color of the hairy






THE HOL Y MONKEY OF I7NDIA.


pelt is golden white, and the hair is soft and very fine. His face and
his long-fingered hands are without hair and they are black, and a circle
of golden hair stands out like a beard all around his head and face.
From olden times these monkeys have been ranked among the gods
of India, and they have their homes in the temples.
An old legend says that India must thank the Hulman for the
precious fruit of the mango. He stole the tree from a garden of
one of the nobles of Ceylon and bore it over to India. He was
afterward caught by the owner of the tree and his punishment was that
he should be burnt alive. He put out the fire with his hands, and his
face also was badly burned, and ever since the faces and hands of this
breed of monkeys have been hairless and black. For the gift of the
mango-tree he was made a god. The natives of India believe that the
souls of the great men of their land who die enter the bodies of these
monkeys; this is another reason why these animals are sacred.
As these Sacred Apes are never pursued or punished, no matter
what they do, they have become a race of thieves and rogues.
Just as soon as the harvest begins to ripen, or the soft fruits of the
garden begin to look golden and juicy, then come these long-tailed gods
to steal them. They eat all they can and waste and destroy the rest.
The faithful Brahmin stands by and sees this done, but he dare not lift
his hand to drive the Holy Apes away; perhaps he thinks his god does
him a great honor to come and partake of his fruits and grains.
It is probable that some of the people do feel angry to see their
crops destroyed, but no one dares to curse the monkeys or drive them
away, for it would cost him his life. The god will also roam about in
the houses, even in the upper rooms, and takes whatever he likes.
The Europeans who settle in India look upon these holy monkeys
as great plagues. They seldom have gardens, as it is not safe to shoot
the thieves or even drive them away.
The Holy Monkeys are great runners, jumpers, leapers and climbers.
Whole companies of them are sometimes seen together high up in the
forest where they leap through the air from branch to branch; it is
said that their long tails act as rudders, so that they can turn around
in the air and go in another direction. Sophie Scissors.







THEY INQUIRE WITHIN THE BONES.




THEY INQUIRE WITHIN THE BONES.
[The House That Was Made For Me.)

WHEN Mr. Mill came again, the agent
having sent him the good news that his pension
was secured, he made the Somers children a
'E present of a microscope, for which they thanked
him heartily.
It will serve as a torch in a cave when
you get into the interior of your subject," he
said, referring to their holiday study.
A STOREHOLUS. (' We got there in our last lesson, sir,"
Selwyn replied, even to the skeleton itself. But we found the bones
quite large enough to be examined without magnifying."
"Are you positive you could not explore still deeper ? asked the
old soldier, with a smile.
After a moment's thought Adelaide ventured to say she had observed
that some bones of animals we have for food are hollow.
Just so," returned the guest. If you have finished your exami-
nation of the outside of the bones, suppose we inquire within? "
Mr. Mill added that he was reminded of a little story. When he was
down in Kentucky, during the war, one day he and three or four other
boys in blue started out on their own account to see a little of the country.
They wandered into the mountains, and finally lost the trail. A dispute
arose as to the true direction for returning to camp.
While this was going on, one of their number chanced to see, rudely
cut on the face of the rock, the words, Inquire within." All the rest
would have passed by it believing it a lark, but Private Mill, being hungry
for adventure, began a search by stamping down the bushes, and soon dis-
covered the mouth of a cave. Having lighted torches they filed in, this
man who was relating the story taking the lead.
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and lofty chamber, extending beyond the reach of their torchlights no one
knows how far.
One of us laughingly repeated Inquire within "- for I will give
the narrator's own words here when from every quarter the speech
and laughter came back to our ears like hollow voices. It made my hair
creep and caused a panic in our ranks, if we did know it was nothing but
echo. The boys, who had marched steadily in the face of the enemy and
would again, let fall their torches and scooted for daylight, aided by the
most hideous echoes I could wake in that gloomy spot."
There was a change of subject, the old soldier holding in his one hand
the instrument he had compared to a light in a dark place.
Here comes the butcher's boy, bringing the object lesson I ordered,"
he said. Now we will inquire within and be instructed."
Your present company will not take fright and run away, but we
hope to live and learn another day," 'returned the children, drawing nearer.
Here, Miss Adelaide, is a piece of beef marrow-bone such as you
were speaking of. Animal bones very fairly repre-
sent ours. Rap on this with your knife, Master
Selwyn. Try the point on it and find how hard it
is. We see a tube, the storehouse of a rich, fatty
substance. The bones, in health, may be said to
live on the fat of the land."
"Have bones any life?" questioned Adelaide.
"Certainly. Should you ever have an attack of
rheumatism, unfortunately, yours will no doubt give
you a new idea of the amount of feeling bones
possess. A dry, dead bone is as unlike your grow-
ing ones as dried beef is unlike a juicy steak."
"If you push this thick rod of marrow from its
cylinder, we shall find traces of the blood which feedsT WL SE A A
-"IT WILL SERVE AS A TORCH."
even the bones. One thing more: Do you not know
that a glass bottle filled will bear a heavier blow without breaking than
one that is empty ? The fact proves how greatly this filling strengthens;
the bone."
The other bone to be examined was a broad cross-section from the top







BESSIE'S DREAM.


of the beef haunch. When the sawed surface was first exposed under the
microscope, the pupils of the volunteer teacher exclaimed with wonder.
Here the soft substance, instead of being collected, appeared in slender
cavities that ran lengthwise of the bone.
They were taught that this fiber, one of three materials of which bone
is formed, is tough, though it will bend like silken fibers. Mingled as it
is with their lime, it makes our bones less brittle. About the gristle por-
tion of bone we have learned something before. They saw that the outer
rim of the bone was a hard, smooth shell for its defense. In the skin or
membrane covering this, they found tiny tubes for the blood to enter.
And a human frame could almost be heard praising its Maker with
saying, "I am fearfully and wonderfully made."
Lavinia S. Goodwin.



BESSIE'S DREAM.

ER dear little head nodded once, twice- and the
third time it rested against the arm of her
papa's big chair, and Bessie was fast asleep.
And then she began to dream.
First she dreamed she was a little pussy cat;
a little pussy cat just like Toddles, her own
little pussy cat.
She dreamed that she was playing with
a little spool, having lots and lots of fun.
Then the little girl that owned her
came out of the house all in the dream,
of course and they played with the spool together.
That was more fun than before ; and she liked to have the little girl
that owned her smooth her gently, and rub her head. She purred when
the little girl did that.
But after a while the little girl got very rough all in the dream
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A LITTLE PEACEMAKER.


She gave a wee little cry, that in pussy language meant, "That hurts;
please don't do it again."
But the little girl did not seem to understand what she said. She
went right on, and pulled her tail more yet, and lifted her up by one paw.
She never wanted to hurt her little
mistress ; but her tail and paw pained
her so that she could not help biting
one of the fingers that were in reach.
She really did not think it fair all
in the dream, you know that the little
girl should get mad then, and throw
her down, and say she would never play f
with her again, and that she hated her.
Why, when she tried to toss her
spool up again, her paw hurt her so that i
she had to stop; it hurt her so that
Bessie woke up.
"Mamma," said Bessie, when she
had told her mother of the very funny
dream, I've never thought that I was
hurting Toddles when she has mewed,
when I have been playing with her. FAST ASLEEP.
Now I will know what she means; and I am going to stop it, so she
won't have to bite me. Don't you think that will be nice, mamma ?
And Bessie's mamma thought that it would be very nice.
Clarence C. Converse.



BILLY the dog, and Tilly the cat,
Started to have a quarrelsome spat.
Said Billy to Tilly, Take this and that! "
Said Baby to Billy, For shame Take this "
And settled their quarrel with one soft kiss.
Cora Stuart Wheeler.








MY FRIENDS THE MONKEYS.


MY FRIENDS THE MONKEYS.
(My Neighbors on the Ganges.)

BOOKS and books might be written about my wild neighbors on the
Ganges, there are so many of them. Some are beautiful and some dan-
gerous, but all are interesting. No matter how few I were to select, how-
ever, if I left out the monkeys I am sure that our Little Men and Women
would instantly call me to account.
Oh! there are monkeys, no end of them, here. A few miles away
there is a great monkey temple. In the center stands a huge stone idol
intended to represent a monkey. About it rises a beautiful marble mosque,
all covered with towers and domes and projections. There is a large
court, full of trees and vines, about the mosque, and a very high stone
wall about the court. Beside the stone idol two or three hundred live
monkeys live in this court, all tenderly cared for by the priests.
The entrance through the wall is quite low, and just above it on the
inside there is a shelf, where monkeys are always sitting. When a for-
eigner visits the famous monkey temple he loses his hat the minute he
enters the gate. One of the monkeys on the shelf grabs it and runs with
it to the very top of the temple dome. He is obliged to pay a fee to
the priests to get it back, or go away bareheaded in the burning sun.
There are plenty of monkeys outside the temple, too, and often they
grow very tame, very neighborly and very troublesome.
They sit in the branches of the trees about the house, looking in at
the windows, chattering all the while, making up faces at us whenever
we look at them, and never taking their bright little eyes off from us for
a minute.
If we go out of a room leaving a window open, they are pretty sure to
come in and try to do whatever they saw us doing.
A friend of mine, a European doctor, was annoyed for a long time by
an old monkey who did no end of mischief in his office unless he shut and
locked every window whenever he left the room. One day, when he saw
the old fellow watching him from his favorite branch, he took a plate and






MY FRIENDS THE MONKEYS.


sliced a banana upon it. Monkeys are very fond of bananas. Then he
poured over it a strong emetic and pretended to eat it.
Pretty soon he went out, leaving the plate on the table and the window
open wide, and entering his palanquin, left the house.
When he returned the plate was empty, but the old monkey was gone,
and it was a long time before
that monkey or any other mon-
key ventured into the grove about
the doctor's house again.
It is not the tame monkeys
I f alone that do curious things. I
i' have seen a wild monkey eat
with a spoon, and often, from
my window, -watched a mother
J monkey take her baby down to
S/ the tank and wash his face and
keep the flies away from him
while he slept.
Sometimes it seems as though
they must really understand.
SWhen we are watching them at
their play, if they do something
amusing and we laugh at it, they
seem thoroughly pleased and will
often do the same thing over
again. But if one of them
S!makes a slip, or does something
L foolish, and we laugh at that, he
A FEW MILES AWAY IS THE MONKEY TEMPLE.
knows in an instant that we are
making fun of him, and he is often so angry that he will grab the nearest
thing that is movable and throw it at us. If we keep on laughing, all
the monkeys about will come to his help.
It is not safe to leave anything where they can get it, or they will
carry it off; and if they do not some of the natives will, and charge it to
the monkeys if they are called to account. Warren II. Frych.








HER LITTLE NAMESAKE.


HER LITTLE NAMESAKE.


ONE looked out of the window,
Way off to the bluest of skies,
A laugh in each dear little dimple,
A smile in the bluest of eyes.
The breeze stirred the gold on her forehead
In the sweetest, tenderest way,
And the darling looked and wondered,
But never a word did she say.
Was it a fairy,
Light and airy,
Way up in the sky,
That caught her eye
This beautiful day-
Or could it be May ?


The other looked in at the window
And smiled on the baby there,
Deepened the pink of the rosebud,
And played with the curly hair.
In language all words exceeding,
It whispered of flowers and love
In the little ear of its namesake,
Whose eyes were fixed above.
A real true fairy,
Sweet and airy,
Looked in at the window
On one looking out.
May spoke to May,
This beautiful day,
And the baby knew her no doubt.
Eleanor Kirk.








A CURIOUS FACT.


A CURIOUS FACT.
(The House That was Ilade For Me.)

ON >he morning the pensioned soldier was to go home, he gave the
Somers children a talk in their favorite place of study. Near by a peacock
was displaying his splendid plumage in the sun. Millions of dewdrops
glistened on the open lawn, while the tent-like tree had protected the
grass and seats beneath it from dampness.
A rustic table held, besides their text-book, the microscope with which
the young owners felt as rich as did its donor with the pension their father
had obtained for him.
Since our examination of bones yesterday," he began, 1' Miss Ade-
laide and Master Selwyn understand that a dog gnaws his beef shin for
something besides amusement. If he doesn't exactly find it pot pie, he-
does extract the best substance of soup and jelly. Bones are rich in
material for animal and plant life."
The boy remarked that his father bought bone dust for their grape-
vines.
Yes; bones may be ground fine for enriching the soil, or, if buried in
it, the growing roots will make tracks for them, so to speak, as a dog
follows a scent."
Adelaide clapped her hands. I like to think the plants have sensi-
bility," she said.
A curious fact to fix other facts in your minds, concerns Roger Wil-
liams," said Mr. Mill. You have heard of the man ?"
The children knew something of this character in New England history,
the founder of the city of Providence.
When Roger Williams had been dead and buried quite a long time,"
proceeded Mr. Mill, the people wished to remove his remains to a better
place, and honor his memory by a monument. At his head grew an apple-
tree, and when the grave was opened they found that a root had struck
deep to find his skull, beneath which it curved, and followed the length of
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as to show the bend of the knee. The apple-tree root which mear ,d
the frame of Roger Williams is preserved in a Providence museum."
The girl had put on a serious look.
I had not thought of a tree robbing a grave," said she.
Her brother added:
And the fruit that grew on that apple-tree "-
Their teacher himself looked thoughtful, yet smiled as he replied:
Nature has a beautiful law of economy, and knows no reverence for
man above the lower animals, but loves all things alike. When a thing
is of no further use in its first state, she kindly appoints it to a different
service. During life our bones are for what, do you think ?"
To hold us up," answered Adelaide.
That for one thing to support our flesh. Can you name any other
duty our bones perform, Master Selwyn? "
"I was thinking, Mr. Mill, that if there were no chest bones, soldiers
would oftener be shot through the heart."
Good again. The skeleton, then, among other things, supports the
soft parts, and protects the vital organs."
The lesson ended abruptly, for Mr. Somers came down the drive in his
carriage, to take their guest to meet the train.
After good-bys the children looked at each other in lonesome fashion,
Selwyn saying one thing more about bones was that he felt the heat in his.
He stretched himself under the fringy branches, with sunshine sifting
through like the eyes in the peacock's tail.
Adelaide, at the table, drooped until her forehead rested on the pict-
ured skeleton in the Physiology.
There was no sound except the trill of a bird dear little fellow with
hollow bones, made light for flying.
Would you have thought it! The little bone-man hopped off the printed
page and stood upright, alive and well.
"We are nice and cool," said the head; but what means all this
talk about bones, and hardly a mention of me ? "
Don't take offense," begged the frame; the subject is leading up
to that. A king would take his bath before putting on his crown."
Lavinia S. Goodwin.







CHARLIE 'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT.


CHARLIE'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

CHARLIE and Grandmamma keep up quite a
regular correspondence. It is proper to state,
however, that as Charlie is only five years old,
he is obliged to employ some one to whom he can
dictate what he wishes to have written.
He very considerately permits his mamma to do.
this. One of his letters is as follows

WILTON, Iowa, June 1, 1893..
MY DEAR GRANDMA:
I shall be five years old the eighteenth day of this month.
Everybody says I am large enough to wear long pants; mamma
says it will not be very long until I can do so.
Grandma, I heard you say last winter when you visited us,
that a very proper time to give little boys and girls presents is on
their birthdays.
Mamma says this sounds like a begging letter. It don't seem
so to me, and I hope you will not think it such.
Mamma is tired, so I will close for the present-
Your affectionate grandson,
CHARLIN MASON..


A few days after this, a letter came ad-
CHARLIE. dressed to this little boy, but when he opened

it, he found only a small piece of paper, with a little writing and
printing on it.
O, dear! mamma, this must be from Grandma, but just see this bit
of paper; not even a picture on it."
Mamma looked at it and said, You get your cap, and we will see the
postmaster about it."
Charlie was much surprised when the postmaster gave him a whole:
silver dollar just for that little piece of paper.
Who knows the name of what Grandmamma sent Charlie ?
Mrs. J. S. Lowe.






A HOME IN CAIRO.


A HOME IN CAIRO.

WITH snow and ice everywhere, and a biting wind to nip the nose and
finger tips, it is hard to realize that there is any place where it is not
cold. But I wish that upon some blustering winter afternoon you could
take a peep at my beautiful home in Cairo.
Cairo is the capital of Egypt. It is a very magnificent city, yet the
streets are very narrow without any sidewalks, most of them and the
walls of the houses on either side are very dingy and gloomy and high.
Many of them have not a sign of a window, and only one very dismal
looking door.
They look like prison walls, but they are not. 0, no They are
the street walls of very beautiful and pleasant homes.
"'The street," the people say, "is not a pleasant place," so they do
not care to have windows on that side; but behind, at the back of the
street, they have a very large garden, full of fountains and flowers and
often great trees; and all the windows are on that side.
The walls are of stone, and the roof is always flat, covered with a sort
of cement of a delicate tint which, in the moonlight, is as white as snow.
In the afternoon, to catch the breezes from the sea and the Nile, all of the
people of Cairo who can, go up on to the roof and sit. Sometimes a
palm-tree from the garden below rises high enough to give us shade.
Rugs and mats and pillows are laid about in convenient places. Often
lunch is served, and sometimes supper, up on the roof. Many a winter
evening I have spent upon the roof of my home in Cairo, watching the
neighbors' children playing in the clear moonlight.
Through the dry season, often when bed-time arrives, screens are
brought up, sleeping mats are laid between them, and we spend the night
there, too.
I cannot imagine what the people of these hot countries would do
without the roof. They would be as badly off as New Englanders without
a furnace, stove or open grate.
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RONNIE THOUGHT THEY WERE FUNNY.



MY FLOWERS.

I WILL tell you of some posies
My mamma fixed for me;
Not of lovely pinks and roses,
As you very often see,

But some common pretty daisies;
And she trimmed the petals white
To a rim just like the ruffle
On my Grandma's cap at night.

And for strings she left two petals;
With her pen their faces drew;
You'd have thought them queer old ladies
Smiling, frowning, all at you.





ONLY A BIG SHEEP.


And I took them all to Bonnie -
She's been sick since Christmas-tide-
And she thought they were so funny
She laughed until she cried.

She said she liked them better
Than the blossoms of the spring;
'Twas a jolly bit of pleasure
From a simple little thing.
Anna R. Henderson.




ONLY A BIG SHEEP.
(My Neighbors on the Ganges.)

ON the banks of the Ganges, between the great mountains and the sea,
there are more kinds of sheep and goats than could be found, in an equal
distance, anywhere else in the world. The largest of them all, and the
most curious combination of all, is the great Bactrian camel. He is only
a big sheep, after all.
He is larger than the dromedary, and covered all over with a thick,
fuzzy coat. He is different from other camels, too, for he has two humps
upon his back instead of one.
Every one seems to know about a camel's power to go for several days
without water, on account of a peculiar contrivance inside by which he
carries a supply with him; but very few whom I have met have seemed
to know the meaning of those humps. They serve the same purpose for
food that the water stomachs do for drink. Through the rainy season,
when everything is fresh and green, and the camels have a plenty to eat,
these humps grow larger and larger. They are nothing but fat -a
peculiar kind of fat--which is really food, stored away until the green is
all burned and dead, or the camel is upon a long march over the deserts.
Then the humps grow smaller, and sometimes disappear entirely.







ONLY A BIG SHEEP.


A great many people about me think more of camel's milk than they
do of cow's milk, and our butter is almost all of it made from camel's milk.
There are times when camels are very ugly, and will bite even their
own drivers, and of all the stupid and perverse creatures that ever lived,
I am sure the camel carries the palm. There are only a very few who are
able to make a camel obey till he has looked about him in every direction,
as if thinking over the order, then grunted and groaned three or four
times, and often attempted to do almost everything but what is really
wanted of him.
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CAMEL AND HIS DRIVER.

He is so stupid and so slow at learning anything, that the natives have
given up taking much trouble in training him. They have contrivances
for obliging him to do as nearly as possible what is wanted, and let it go
at that, for the common burden camels. They lead him by a rope fastened
round his nose. They make him lie down by pulling on it. They hurry
him by punching him with an iron prod. They tie him, when he lies
down, by fastening his hind foot to his hip, so that he cannot straighten
out his leg. Fifteen dollars will pay for such a camel.
The better a camel is broken, the higher price is charged for him; and






OUR EDUCATION.


a fine large camel, that has been trained till he really appears to know
something, will even bring one hundred and fifty dollars sometimes. But
the best of them require a deal of patience, for they are only big sheep,
after all.
Warren H. Frych.





OUR EDUCATION.

WHEN we learn to write,
Don't you see, don't you
see ?
Then I'll write to Dolly, /
And she'll write to me. -


When we learn the map,
Don't you know, don't
you kno ?
Then Dolly and I
On our travels will go.


When we learn to count,
Don't you see, don't you see?
'Then we'll spend my dollar,
Half for her, half for me.


When we learn to read,
Don't you know, don't you know ?
Then Dolly and I
To young ladies will grow!
Amos R. Wells.






NOT BOUGHT, BUT BORRO WED.


NOT BOUGHT, BUT BORROWED.

ACROSS the way lives a winsome lad;
(0, eyes that sparkle and flash and shine !)
And this is the boy I wish I had;
This is the boy I wish were mine.

Our own little lad for a brother moans;
He'd like a thousand, but one would do; "
And the brother we want our neighbor owns;
(O, mischievous eyes of gray and blue !)

His mother has three, and we but one;
(0, eyes that laugh until mine are dim !)
And we only asked for her second son -
We didn't suppose she would care for him.

We offer a dime and a bushel of toys;
(" O, eyes that twinkle like stars in June !)
And the cherub shouted: You can't buy boys!
But- I could be borrowed some afternoon."
Emma Huntington Nason.




YOUNG AND OLD HEADS TOGETHER.
(The House That Was Made For Me.)

You would scarcely expect a bone-man to be so funny as this little
living picture appeared. He skipped off the book and almost off the table,
but paused at the edge and faced his audience with a bow. His audience,
we remember, consisted of a boy, a girl and a peacock.
When I was young," remarked the skeleton in cheerful tone, chil-






NOT BOUGHT, BUT BORRO WED.


NOT BOUGHT, BUT BORROWED.

ACROSS the way lives a winsome lad;
(0, eyes that sparkle and flash and shine !)
And this is the boy I wish I had;
This is the boy I wish were mine.

Our own little lad for a brother moans;
He'd like a thousand, but one would do; "
And the brother we want our neighbor owns;
(O, mischievous eyes of gray and blue !)

His mother has three, and we but one;
(0, eyes that laugh until mine are dim !)
And we only asked for her second son -
We didn't suppose she would care for him.

We offer a dime and a bushel of toys;
(" O, eyes that twinkle like stars in June !)
And the cherub shouted: You can't buy boys!
But- I could be borrowed some afternoon."
Emma Huntington Nason.




YOUNG AND OLD HEADS TOGETHER.
(The House That Was Made For Me.)

You would scarcely expect a bone-man to be so funny as this little
living picture appeared. He skipped off the book and almost off the table,
but paused at the edge and faced his audience with a bow. His audience,
we remember, consisted of a boy, a girl and a peacock.
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dren often amused themselves by hunting in a bed of striped grass for two.
blades marked exactly alike. We never expected to find them, and we
never did. No more will you discover two human faces just alike."
"I have heard it said," remarked Adelaide drowsily, that a good
many people's looks remind us of some animals, such as lions, dogs, horses,
sheep. I remember a person who resembled an organ grinder's monkey,
and one whom I lately saw might have borrowed her nose from an eagle."
And I know a hundred and one who act like peacocks," screamed
the strutting fowl. Not a thousand miles off is an airy, pretender skel-
eton, but I can see right through him."
Putting his hands to his sides, the merry bone-man shook with laughter.
"Whew!" he said. "I can still enjoy a
joke, you see, if I can't whistle. Look now at
S"' ,"my head. You couldn't mistake it for the heads
Si of any of those creatures, could you ? With flesh
on me, I should be yet more, much more, dis-
tinctly individual."
In the absence of one who has interested us
NO TWO ACES ARE ALIKE. in this study, we should like to listen to the story
of the skull told by itself," spoke Selwyn, pulling the cap over his eyes
as a shield from the light.
"Mr. Chairman," began the bone-head, respectfully addressing the
lad lying on the grass, I thank you for this invitation. Skull, the name
given to the case of bone and cartilage which protects the brain, is com-
monly considered as two portions, the cranium and the face. Eight bones
form the cranium and fourteen the face twenty-two bones."
"But the teeth," interrupted Adelaide. One cannot forget them,
with a bone-man in sight."
"The thirty-two teeth are not included," explained the speaker;
"nor are three small bones within the ear. The only bones that can be
separated from the skull of a man or woman are the lower jaw and what
is called the hyoid bone, the latter giving support to the tongue. The
orbits of eye cavities and nostrils are seen in front. Of the fourteen face
bones, twelve are in pairs, forming the two sides. The bones of the
cranium consist of two layers of dense, horny material."






YOUNG AND OLD HEADS TOGETHER.


"A strong box, evidently intended to keep valuables in, but may be
empty for all that," screamed the bird of fine feathers.
Is there wisdom enough in your own head to tell you when to go in
out of the rain ? retorted the bone-man; "for if not, it will soon be seen
whether your colors will wash."
A black cloud had indeed risen in the sky, and there was every sign of
a coming shower. Seeing, however, that the children re-
mained perfectly quiet, the droll little lecturer proceeded :
These bones are covered by the muscles of expression
and of mastication, the last being the power that moves the
jaws when we eat our food. By the shape of these bones,
and the amount of muscle and of fat beneath the skin, the
THE BONE-HEAD.
countenance in life is formed.
"The forehead, eyelids, nose, mouth, lips and cheeks, have sets of
muscles, by the movements of which the various emotions may be expressed.
So that when a person is sad or glad, angry or affectionate, his feeling
naturally shows in his face."
He was beginning to describe the cranial nerves, when the thunder-
head broke in with a rattling peal. As it died away, Adelaide was on her
feet, searching under the table.
I thought he fell with a crash," said she, in a startled way.
Who what? inquired Selwyn, who had risen to his knees.
"Why, the little bone-man, of course," she replied, looking every-
where for him.
I guess we've been asleep," confessed her brother.
Then convinced that no bone-man was around, save the
picture in the book, the girl closed it quickly, and tucked it
ESSENTIAL IN beneath her arm. Do you see rain coming over the hill
FORMING A
COUNTENANCE. like a Quaker in a gray cloak ? she said.
SSee the old fellow streaking it for the carriage shed, dragging his
tail behind him laughed the boy, preparing to follow the peacock.
If anything was needed to hasten their steps toward the house, it came
with the ringing of the dinner-bell. And of the heads together, only the
thunder-head was left in outdoor gloom.
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She didn't," said he.

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GIGANTIC CATS.


GIGANTIC CATS.
(My Neighbors on the Ganges.)

:. HERE are none so well known, of all my wild
neighbors on the Ganges, and yet so little
known, as those gigantic cats, the Royal
Bengal tigers.
STo see a tiger in a cage is to know but
!1 very little of him. One could not put a kit-
ten into a bird-cage and have it grow up into
very much of a cat. The best idea of a real
tiger can be obtained by studying a real cat,
and then imagining that it is eleven feet long,
and tall in proportion, its dignity and grace multiplied in the same degree.
I remember, long ago, and far away in America, watching a huge old
Tommy when he was preparing to lie down on a rug before the fire. He
would invariably turn round two or three times, walking in a little circle,
and often, before he was quite satisfied, he would turn about and walk in
the opposite direction once or twice, over the same circle. Especially
when I noticed other cats doing the same thing, I wondered what they
thought they were accomplishing, but I never found out till I saw these
gigantic cats, real, live, wild and free.
A tiger is a roving fellow. He seldom lives for a long time in one
place. He follows his food and lives where he finds it most abundant,
moving again, when the supply fails, or he is frightened away. The re-
sult is, that he very often changes his bed, and he does not always find a
cave to sleep in, by any means. His tropical forests are always carpeted
with a thick mat of dead branches, fallen leaves, brittle moss and tangled
vines, and when he wishes to make a bed, the tiger begins and walks
slowly round and round, tramping down the carpet, breaking the branches,
crushing the moss, and packing the leaves close together. After a few
times round in one direction, he will turn about and walk the other way
till he has a soft and smooth bed beaten down for himself and his family.








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It was a fragment of that old instinct still clinging to our Tommy, which
made him turn two or three circles on the nest before the fire.
There are a great many mistaken notions about these Royal Bengal
tigers. One is, that they are only found in India. Really, they are found
beyond Persia, even as far as Mt. Ararat, and away in Birmah, Sunatra
and Java. They are not even strictly tropical, for they live as far North
as Manchooria, in China, and even wander in Siberia.
Another queer mistake is the belief that a tiger cannot climb a tree. I
know that he can, for I have seen him do it more than once.
Tigers are not agreeable neighbors, for when they settle down within
reach, they do it to live upon the flocks and herds about them.
I am not at all fond of tigers, but a great injustice is often done them,
and injustice is always bad. The lion is called the King of Beasts, but
whoever gave him the name had never seen a lion and a tiger meet. If
they are upon equal footing as to age and size, the tiger will conquer.
Warren H. Frych.




DIFFERENT WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT.

DEAR me said scowling Molly
May,
What very horrid weather!
One day is hot, the next is cold -
Of course a person's got to scold
About such changing weather! "

Ha, ha! laughed little Marjory,
Such very funny weather!
One day is hot, the next is cold --
And so you never have to scold
At having the same weather! "
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y, here is a camp
n the wayside grass;
Let's look at the tents .
Before we pass. '
Beaded with dew
Is every one -
Ah, 'tis only some webs
The spiders have spun.

, hey are gypsies. Think,
When night fell down,
How they set to work,
SSo tiny and brown,
To pitch these tents,
Each gathering boughs
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:;How a grandmother sat \
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Of a tent, with a baby
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And how on a stick
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That to cook their supper
1B ubbled and- sung;

Hlopow swarthy youths
tTook their guitars
And played serenades
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ill shadows danced
B-.Wildly all about, .^..,
Till the low red fire i'B
Had faded out. )
Clara Doty Bates.
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IWAT THE POSTMAN BROUGHT.


WHAT THE POSTMAN BROUGHT.
(The House That was Made For Me.)

WHILE assorting his mail one morning, Mr.
Somers surprised his son and daughter by saying:
Here, my children, is a letter addressed to
both of you.")
Selwyn and Adelaide sprang to their father's side
to receive it, almost dividing the treasure between
them in their eagerness. They saw on the envelope
what appeared to be the very legible and careful left-
THE SPINAL NERVES. hand writing of their soldier friend, yet they opened
their letter on a mystery.
Below is a copy of the letter.

LITTLE TEMPLE OF SCIENCE, July,
DEAR SELF-STUDENTS:
Those of us who take part in forming the organs of sense, beg leave to report to you:
We, the cranial nerves, are nine in number, starting at the lower back of the cranium.
We pass through apertures in the floor of the skull, and on, in pairs, to our several posts of
duty.
The olfactory nerves go to the nose; if we did not, the nose could smell no better than
the ear. If once these nerves of yours forgot to be up and doing, you would miss all the de-
light of smelling; you could not tell a rose and violets apart by their scent, nor oranges from
strawberries; and the strongest perfumery would be scentless as water.
The optic nerves end their journey at the eyeballs, and create the sense of sight. The
failure of one causes blindness.
When these nerves are destroyed, it is like blowing out a candle or turning out the gas
in a room; all is dark to the eyes without them.
Auditory nerves march to the ears, and there we take a stand to care for the sense of hear-
ing. You sometimes put your fingers in your ears to shut out a sound; did you ever try to
imagine what it is to be deaf, deaf always ? One of the greatest musicians the world has
known became deaf in the prime of life, and was made very unhappy. The delicious music he
drew from the organ was all for other ears -for ears having auditory nerves not a sound
entered his own ears. Poor Beethoven!
Nor would you like to spare the nerves of taste, which are at home in the back part of the
tongue, for then you would not know by the sense of taste whether you were eating a potato
or a peach, candy or sour-krout.

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wish the nerves would tell us what they are like.
wonder ? "
Let's read on,'' said Selwyn; "I don't belie
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Can they be seen, I

ve anybody ever had a
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hear more."
Thus urged, Adelaide, who led in the reading her brother looking
on and quick to help at any difficulty proceeded to turn the page. To
their gratification the first thing seen was a pen drawing of the cranial
nerves.
After pausing to examine they let these nerves further explain their
uses, as follows :

At the start we are seen like white cords. Going on we separate, and keep dividing into
branches until we become invisible by reason of fineness. Now at our bed, just above the nape
of the neck, is a point where even the prick of a needle causes instant death. That a blow there
is dangerous you will easily believe. Your friend the sol-
dier, when a lad, lost his best-loved schoolmate from a fall
backward on the ice while they were skating.
There is a larger family of nerves, our cousins thirty-
one pairs-twins, we may say. They are the trunk nerves.
They come through notches in the backbone, or vertebra,
and like a, :-un to every part, to give life, feeling and energy. '
But notice that they really spring from the same source as
we, the brain. They grow from the spinal marrow, and ( CR IAL
this cord grows down from the back part of the brain.
Your old soldier friend, when in the army, knew a
fellow soldier who fell from a height, and, striking on his
feet, fractured the base of his skull and died. Many in-
stances of this kind have happened, we believe. The
nerves running everywhere through the body are like a telegraph system covering the extent of
a country. You know that when a storm breaks a wire, no message can be sent. So an injury
to the spinal cord may paralyze the lower limbs, leaving them helpless, because there is no
more communication between them and the brain through us.
Your Obedient Servants,
THE NERVES.


0, papa! Sel and I are annex pupils of the Little T
Science," said Adelaide.
Whatever that may be," added her father, smiling.
"Why, what is this ? Selwyn exclaimed, rising quickly;
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Lavinia S. Goodwin.






PHILIPPA'S VISIT.


PHILIPPA' S VISIT.

SWHEN Philippa was about eight years old she went
with her mother to visit some friends in the country.
She had been in the place before, but she did not
remember much about it, for that," said Philippa,
S" was when I was only a little girl."
There were several aunts and uncles to visit, and
in almost every house there were children to play
.with. That was delightful; but in one house there
were only three grown-up people.. Evenings they
;. would sit down and talk with Philippa's mother, and
Philippa found that dull, oh very dull indeed.
Generally Philippa was not fond of going to bed,
IN THE COUNTRY. and when it was bed time, she would sometimes say,
Oh can't I sit up a little while longer? But on
these evenings she was ready to go; ready enough.
Hearing them all talking about old times it was enough to make
anybody sleepy," said Philippa.
But after that they went where there were friends of all ages; a
grandfather and grandmother, uncle and aunt, and cousins. And what a
good time Philippa did have with the young cousins They went to ride,
and they went to walk. The cousins had always lived in the country, and
were used to the life on a farm.
But everything was new to Philippa. She loved to go out and watch
the sheep and lambs ; she liked to see the horses harnessed, and when
she saw the cows milked she said it was the most wonderful sight that
ever was.
One day Philippa went to walk with Sara and Anna, and they found
a lot of acorns under one of the great oak-trees. They picked up a good
many, and Philippa put them in her pocket, till it was almost full.
The girls came round a new way home, and walked up to the back
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GRAND JOURNKE Y OF THE BLOOD.


got down on the other side, she saw some acorns on the ground. She
picked them up and put them in her pocket.
Philippa walked on. Soon she stopped to tie up her shoestring.
There were more acorns. She picked them up, too, and put them in
her pocket.
By and by the girls stopped again. I believe it was to open the yard-
gate.
Why," said Philippa, "here are some more acorns Philippa
was rather greedy about acorns, and she picked these up, too.
"My pocket must be full," said Philippa. And she put in her hand.
It went away down down there were a few acorns at the bottom, and
there was a hole part way down.
The acorns had fallen out, and Philippa had been picking them up and
putting them in, over again.
Oh how they all laughed. And long after, when the little girls were
grown up, they would talk about the visit, and the things they did, and
then one of them would say, And do you remember the acorns you
picked up, Philippa? "
Pamela McArthur Cole.




GRAND JOURNEY OF THE BLOOD.
(The House That Was Made For Me.)

BT, mamma," said Adelaide, panting from the foot race which had
occupied the recess, "a frog is so different from us that I cannot imagine
it possible to learn anything from seeing him."
Put your eye to the glass," directed Mrs. Somers, standing aside
to give the young girl her place before the table. Tell us now what
you see. "
Why, I see She looked steadily through the magnifier without
naming the object, at length adding, Something curious, but not a frog
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Resigning her place to her brother, she waited intently for what he
would say.
Just little streaks of motion," was the boy's attempt at description,
his eye still covering the tube. "Pop! and away it goes, regular as
clockwork, there and back; but the frog doesn't show up. Sure enough,
where is he, mother? or is it all a joke on Ada and me?"
You have been looking at the circulation in a frog's foot," their
mother explained. The covering membrane is so transparent that we
see the interior process, as one sees through a
_y window what is going on in a room. Though
the creature has not red blood as we have, we
get, from watching its flow, a good idea of the
streams, large and small, that every moment
are coursing to and fro in our bodies and limbs."
VALVES OF THE HEART.
And heads? said Selwyn.
Certainly; throughout our entire frames. The circulation is carried
on by the active force of the heart. You know the heart shape and can
draw it, can you not ? This hollow organ has strong muscles; one forms
a partition between its right and left chambers. To the first the blood
returns, after having made its circuit; then quickly flows, by way of the
lungs, to the cavities on the other side, to start out again. Now this cir-
culation, that is ever going on while we live, what is it for what object
does it accomplish ?"
We learned from Mr. Mill that the blood keeps the bones, muscles
and skin alive and growing," Selwyn answered.
It carries warmth, too, to every part of the body," added his sister.
"Another very important thing is done by the circulation," their
mother told them. Along its course the blood gathers waste that would
otherwise poison the body. This is shown by its changed color: it sets
out bright red; it comes back soiled and dark."
I should suppose that before long all one's blood would be spoiled,"
said Adelaide, rather alarmed.
Then what happens? eagerly inquired Selwyn.
Such calamity, my children, is avoided by a wonderful purifying
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GRAND JOURNEY OF THE BLOOD.


covering it, are situated the right and left lung. These three organs fill
the inside of the chest.
The lungs are of a spongy, elastic texture great bunches of air-
cells, in reality. Here are the lungs of a chicken. Cut through, they
appear to the naked eye as if they were in great part solid. Examine
with your microscope, and you will better understand what air bags the
lungs are. A membrane covers them, you see, and this is a network of
tiny blood vessels. Like other important organs, the lungs have a plentiful
supply of nerves.
STllhis picture shows how the air that enters at those doors, the mouth
and nose, passes freely through the trachea or windpipe, and the tubes
branching off right and left, to the lung chambers. Here only the thinnest
membrane walls separate air and blood. The former acts on the latter
and relieves it of its load, so that directly this same nourishing, comfort-
ing, cleansing stream is renewed, the kind breath conveying away into the
open air its impurities."
"The blood is sent out by the heart's beating," said one pupil, but
how ? What makes the heart throb? "
What causes the breath to come and go ? inquired the other.
" We breathe without trying; we breathe when
we' re asleep. ,-/oi, uoo. C ,.
Their mother smiled.
Your questions and remarks are in pairs, -
children, like so many of the parts you have been
learning about the limbs, nerves, eyes and ears,
lungs. The heart is provided with a great involuntary muscle -that
is, one which acts without our will. Its contraction narrows a cavity and
expels its contents, as a quick squeeze would send water rushing out
through the mouth of a rubber bag.
The closing of the artery behind it pushes the blood stream onward
into the smaller passages. In a similar manner the chest muscles cause
respiration, or breathing, by the contraction and expansion of the lungs.
Of all our internal organs, not excepting the heart, the lungs move the
most evidently."
Lavinia S. Goodwin.







MAIMJA'S LETTER.


MAMMA'S LETTER.

THE next best thing to mamma herself,
Was a letter from her, you know;
And the postman smiled as he stopped at the gate
With a letter for Jessie and Flo'.

And oh how full of kisses it was ;
And straight from mamma's dear heart
Right into the hearts of her girls, they came
O'er the miles which kept them apart.

SI almost fancy I hear her voice !
Said Jessie, with half a sigh.
And I 'most feel as if dear mamma
Were standing, just now, close by !"

Said sweet little Flo', as she tried so hard
To keep the quick tears away.
But tho' they were lonely, that letter so dear
Kept them cheerful and happy all day.
Mary D. Brire.




Now lessons are learned,
And our school is done,
With a hop and a skip,
On errands we'll run -
All in the pleasant summer weather,
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THE FOOD ON ITS TRAVELS.


THE FOOD ON ITS TRAVELS.
(The THouse That Was 3Iade For M-e.)

IT had been an exciting day at the Somers
home, for the lost was found. The lost and found
was the peacock, whose absence for four days had
been a mystery. No flower bed would have been
so much missed from the lawn as was this splendid
living creature, that had not been seen since the
hour of his scudding, with drooped plumes, to escape
the coming shower.
It seems he was truly in a fright, suffering as fowls and animals, both
wild and tame, often do when the sky suddenly darkens and a strange
feeling is in the air ; while lightning flashes, and thunder shakes the
earth. Selwyn had searched every nook and corner he could think of,
actually sorry at heart for having made sport of the bird's strut and show,
as if this in some way accounted for his disappearance.
Where was he found ? inquired their father, when on his return at
night the children hastened to tell him the news. Poor old Columbus,
I had given him up for dead."
He found himself," replied Selwyn. He must have dodged into
the carriage-house cellar. Nobody thought of that place. To-day the
buggy that was pushed under cover from the rain, was taken out and the
trap-door raised, and a little while after, the old fellow came crawling
down the drive, to the kitchen door."
SImprisoned like his illustrious namesake," observed Mr. Somers.
You will say Poor Columbus indeed, when you see him, papa,"
assured Adelaide. He is very e-ma-ci-a-ted. We are feeding him a
little and often, with soft food, as mamma said we must. So hungry a
creature I never saw."
Oh the peacock wouldn't have died of starvation just yet," her
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About a week, commonly. Longer if he had a little water. "
Mrs. Somers spoke. "When you have dined in the middle of the day,
and at half-past four come home from school declaring you are starving,
you see, children, it is a mistake. Let us say it is Monday, you could go
on fasting to the end of the week, before you would really be famishing."
The poor bird's misfortune led to an after-supper talk concerning our
organs of digestion and the digestive process. The children asked ques-
tions, as usual. Had some one written down the instruction, it would
have read in substance as follows :
Digest means to dissolve or separate. Digesting our food changes it
to a form in which it can be taken by our blood and used to nourish our
bodies. As a beginning, we take food into the mouth, where it is chewed
- masticated by means of the teeth. Thirty-two is their number com-
plete. These are set firmly in the upper and lower jawbones.
The front teeth are called incisors, or cutting teeth ; farther back are
the molars the word means mill, and these grind the food. Take notice
that the outside of the teeth, called the enamel, is the hardest of the sub-
stances that compose the animal frame. By the action of the teeth, solid
food is crushed, and by being at the same time mixed
with the fluids of the mouth, it becomes softened for
swallowing.
A canal, called the esophagus from two words,
meaning to carry and to eat conveys the eaten
mouthful to the stomach. On seeing a picture of this
rather long, curved pouch, Selwyn compared the shape
THE TEETH.
to a bagpipe. The full-grown stomach will hold about
five pints. Its inner coat is thick and soft, and lies in folds when the
stomach is not filled.
No sooner does food enter a healthy stomach, than the blood hurries to
perform its part, showing its presence by changing the pale lining mem-
brane to a bright pink color. And as the glands of the mouth give out
saliva, tubes of the stomach furnish gastric juice for dissolving the food.
Digestion is aided also by the motions of the diaphragm, which is a large,
flat muscle, dividing the chest and abdomen just above the stomach.
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LITTLE ROBERT AND HIS MENAGERIE.


largest gland in the body. This organ, of a reddish brown color, a:dL
divided into three lobes, secretes the bile. A discharge of bile upon the
food mass which has passed from the stomach into the intestines, completes
the process of digestion. Chyle, a milky fluid, is separated from the
matter to be cast out, and is drawn off by veins and saved for the body.
All along the alimentary tract, constriction of muscles, one set after
another, serves to press the food onward, until finally there is a motion of
the intestine from above downward. And before the food taken at the
last meal has traveled so far, the stomach will be asking for more.
Here Mrs. Somers rose and drew aside a curtain. "I think," she
said, some friend has arrived. I hear a carriage and voices."
Lavinia S. Goodwin.










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^ // ROBERT and his little sister Pauline live in
.ll '/ Berg amo Italy.
E" "' Signor Faustini the shoemaker, is Robert's
father; Carolina his wife, is Robert's mother.
Carolina works with her husband. She sews in the
elastics, and puts on the buttons, so she does not get time
to look after Pauline. Robert has to do that.
Now Robert loves his little sister very much, but he is only a boy seven
years old, and, like any other boy, he loves play, too.
One day while he was in the garden trying to please Pauline, he saw a
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LITTLE ROBERT AND HIS MENAGERIE.

He picked it up carefully and put it in the baby's lap.
At first Pau1line was frightened.
Then Robert heard a ci~ale, singing. lie followed the sound until he
was near the willow-tree that stood in his garden. IIe shook it, and down
came the ciUulc (locust).
lie ran into the house and got a piece of thread; then he tied the
locust's leg, and placed it in
Pauline's lap.
That night as he was going; /
to take Pauline into the house, -I ..
he heard a cricket sing.
Just then his mother came We ,
out and took Pauline. .y.i
ibert took the grass hopper
and ti, e locust from his sister's
al)ron, and ran into his own -- i I
room with them. It was then
that the thought of owning a J' ,C-.- -
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()f course he knew that lie i .
never_ could have lions, tigers .... .
and su(ch big animals, but he
thotuiht that he would be happy
if he could buy a baby rat, like
THE MOUSE LIKED IT.
the one he saw for sale at theE OUSE LIKED
miller's house.
T'lat evening, by moonlight, Robert began his cage for his animals.
In a corner of his garden there was a hole where some bricks stood
fonce. PRobert removed another brick, and placed in the hole some fresh
grass, a saucer full of water, some crumbs, a bit of cheese and a whole leaf
of lettuce. When he thought the house furnished enough, he placed in it
the animals, that for two hours were left in his hat. In front of the hole
he fastened a piece of muslin.
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MAS TER WVHINE Y.


she had a white rat. So he received his five soldi and came home with
a pretty white rat, with two beautiful red eyes, nose and feet; he looked
like a snowball dipped in strawberries.
For the rat Robert digged another hole near the little insects, and put
three sticks between them, so that they might enjoy one another's company.
When he was given charge of Pauline he set her near himself and they
were both opposite the menagerie. To amuse his sister he whistled on his
wooden flute. She laughed, but somebody else was enjoying the music.
It was the white rat ; as the music proceeded he raised his head, then
bent it on one side, and in a little while they saw its little red nose
through the bars.
The next day Robert played again. This time he took off the sticks,
and the rat came out and walked near him. When the rat saw that
nobody touched him he came nearer.
Pauline crawled away a little and Robert followed her. The rat stood
on his hind legs and begged for more music.
Robert stood and played, and just for fun walked away slowly, and the
rat followed him.
At night Robert put the rat back in his hole.
But after that when Robert wanted the rat, all he had to do was to
blow on his flute and the white creature would follow him around the
garden, to the great delight of Pauline.
1Marietta Ambrosi.



MASTER WHINEY.

MASTER WHINEY'S come to town, forehead wrinkled in a frown,
Lips an inch or two stuck out in a very ugly pout;
Ah! my happy boy has fled ; Master Whiney's here instead.
Chase the wrinkles from your face, draw your lips back into place,
Let the smiles play hide and seek 'mong the dimples in your cheek -
There, Master Whiney's gone away ; my little boy is back to stay.
Clara MJ. Ling.







OUR NATURAL COVERING.


OUR, NATURAL COVERING.
CThe House That Was Made For Me.)

THE sun is often mentioned as an example of early
rising, but he threw golden beams on the Somers home
to find that for once the children were in advance of
him. Drifting in from the veranda, a scent of dewy
HARD-PRESSED SKIN. trumpet-flowers mingled with the tones of wide-awake
and happy young voices.
This excitement was caused by the arrival of the old soldier, Mr. Mill,
who had come up from the railway station in the public coach, late the
evening before. To save her boy and girl from disappointment, in case
their friend could not accept, Mrs. Somers had kept it secret that an invi-
tation was sent him to spend a week of the now closing school vacation as
guest of the family.
At breakfast, the visitor spoke of having found them at their lessons,
and Selwyn and Adelaide replied that with his letters, and the other helps
Mr. Mill had so kindly furnished, besides the pains their parents had
taken, they hoped that at least none of his former instruction had been
forgotten.
If anything could add to the old soldier's satisfaction in being with
these friends again, it was seeing his wide-awake pupils prepared to finish
the little course of study that had made their playtime all the happier.
Good morning, Mr. Manikin," said the man, playfully addressing
the image he met on the veranda. Glad to renew your acquaintance,
sir. Hope you are well."
He would be very ill if the puppy had his way," informed Adelaide.
" Naughty fellow, he growls and barks at the home-made little man as if
he were a tramp or thief, and often we have to defend him."
Ah, well," said Mr. Mill, going over to a chair, we can spare the
dog this morning, but not the manikin. The microscope will be of use to
as, likewise, and here it is."
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is present except Private Croaker, who is off on a furlough at the pond
Papa thought Froggy had earned it by good conduct."
The old soldier laughed as he placed the manikin on his knee, to begin
the lesson talk about the skin, the nails and the hair.
If this image of a man could speak to us, it might say that a human
body, with its numerous parts, is wrapped neatly in the skin, like a parcel
in paper. We have, indeed, a double wrapping. The scarf skin protects
the true skin. This outer skin is shed in tiny bits that are constantly re-
moved by friction and by washing, being as constantly renewed."
SIf it will not interrupt," said Mrs. Somers, who had come out with
her sewing and sat listening, I would like to say that such creatures as
our frog, the delicate silkworm, and all the serpent species, cast off the
entire. epidermis of the body, and even of the eyes at one time, as a whole."
Mr. Mill said, Thanks, madam," the children murmured, "How
funny and the talk proceeded :
Beneath the outer covering lies the other portion called the true skin,
Being rich in blood and nerves, it is full of life and feeling. The skin, be-
sides being an organ of sense, takes the chief part in
regulating the temperature of the body. This is by no
means its only duty. Although the skin is seen, its .
important work is carried on quietly and unperceived. Y'
Do you know that if you were to give me a coat of .,'
varnish I should soon have no more life than this mani-
THE SERPENT SPECIES.
kin? Why?
Our imitation man is too imperfect to show the wonderful system of
outlets for waste matter, which if confined would poison the whole body.
Place your microscope on your hand and arm ; your mother will lend her
forehead, cheek, neck, to aid the examination. We find the skin full of
glands or small tubes which open on the surface ; and not even the lungs
are more diligent in the great task of ridding the body of its foes to
life and health. Never be afraid of some sweating. It is wholesome.
Through these millions of passages an insensible perspiration is pouring all
the time, for our benefit.
Now about our nails. This firm, horny, curved plate on the back of
the last phalange of each thumb, finger and toe, what is it? This







THANKFUL STOCKING.


manikin would tell us, if he could tell anybody, that it is only hard-
pressed skin. It fits into a groove of the cutis, something after the
manner in which a watch-case fits into its rim. At the root is constant
growth, to repair the wear and accidental damage at the loose end.
Our hair is a curious skin growth a shaft of pressed fibers from a
bulb or root. Let us magnify some of yours. Observe that in parts they
are hollow tubes. I will put under the glass a hair softened by an acid
bath which separates the fibers. We see these lapping over one another,
like shingles on a roof."
Lavinia S. Goodwin.



THANKFUL STOCKING.

S,'': THAT'S quite a long let-
: ter," said Lina. But I
S. know it's a nice one, papa."
"It is, indeed. It tells
5 me that I'm going to have a
.* small box full of Indian arrow-
.,heads from North Dakota for
a Christmas present. You
iz --,t' --' K 1 T :'I4.
T. < .iUi know how sorry I felt that I
Si couldn't bring more home to
1-, you from up there last sum-
,1 Jt- /'- I i
"' l "''" ""--=' r m er."
'' But, papa, there's a
-_ i!I! ~twinkle in the corners of both
a. your eyes. The letter got here
LINA. V '
right on Thanksgiving Day,
you know, and I'm sure it tells lots of good things."
Yes, dearie; it says that there is a very thankful Stocking up in
North Dakota."
Oh I see," laughed Lina as she came to papa's side. The









THE GR HUNTING OX.


name is written with a big S. And it must mean the white-footed pony
that you told me about one day the one that you caught when it was
running away from the herd boy up to the lake where it used to live."
Papa nodded his head, and slipped his arm around his little girl as he
began to read the letter:

MY DEAR SIR:
We have seventeen more cows than we did when you were up here last summer. My
brother Will has bought a new colt. Little Archibald is growing very fast, and is just as
good-tempered as ever. My father had a nice lot of wheat and oats. They went eighteen
bushels to the acre. He's going to buy me a watch because I stuck to the herding so well.
But I don't believe I should have done half so well if you hadn't caught Stocking when she
was running off up to the lake. I meant to give her a cut with the black-snake whip. Thought
wouldd make her remember not to go off again. But you asked me if I wasn't homesick to go
back East when we first moved out here. You did it so pleasantly, too, that I couldn't help
seeing it was natural for the pony to want to go back to her old home. And when I patted her
when you were out of sight, she looked right round as thankful as though she understood
all about it. And she hasn't run off but once since, and she seems real contented. So I thought
I'd send you this for Thanksgiving Day to let you know Stocking and I both are grateful for
your help. And I'll send a box of Indian arrow-heads down for Christmas. I meant to have
written long ago, but have had much to do, and must close now.
Yours truly,
ANDY WALLACE.

Isn't that nice that he found out how it pays to be kind to animals ? "
smiled Lina.
Yes, indeed," answered papa. "And Andy and Stocking will have
a happy Thanksgiving."
Charles M. Sinnett.





THE GRUNTING OX.
(My Neighbors on the Ganges.)

THE Ganges is a very long river and flows through all kinds of nature
on its way from the eternal ice upon the great peaks of the Himalaya
Mountains to the tropical Bay of Bengal.
Among all of my neighbors upon the river one of the wildest, most
dangerous and yet most useful, in his way, is the great Himalayan yak.








THE GRUNTING OX.

He is better known, the world over, by his every-day name, "The
Grunting Ox."
He is not a very near neighbor, surely; but once when I made a long
journey over the mountains, he proved a very good one.
It would take a long time to describe those mountains and that
journey, for the Himalayas are the highest and the grandest in the world.
No human being has ever been near the summit of many of the peaks;
no balloon could go so high. No eagle ever flew so high. The air is so
thin and rare that no living thing which we know of could exist upon the















A MAGNIFICENT CREATURE.
top of those mountains. Some of them rise almost six miles upward,
above the level of the sea.
Even the passes that we had to cross were so high that it was very
difficult to breathe, and sometimes I could not sleep at night without
choking and strangling for want of air. Water would bubble and all boil
away long before it was hot enough to cook anything.
Of course it was impossible for a stranger to walk and climb, long
before we reached the highest points which we must pass, and I had to
be carried by native mountaineers, who were born and bred there. The
conveyance was called a daudi. It was like a bag, open on one side,
hung upon a pole, carried on the shoulders of four men.
When we were still higher it became impossible for even the mount-








THE GRUNTING OX.


aineers to do so much work, and that was where the grunting ox came
in. It seems as if he was created for just that work, for without him it
would be impossible to cross those high passes.
He is a magnificent creature The colder it is the better he likes it.
He is never tired. He never slips or stumbles even upon the steepest and
most dangerous paths. The cows give a large quantity of the very best
of milk. The meat makes the finest steak and roast imaginable. The
hide is very valuable, and the lower part of the yak's body is covered with
long hair which often drags upon the ground, and is used in many ways.
The yak is larger than an ordinary ox. His long hair is beautifully
curly and often as white as snow. He has a long flowing tail which is
almost always white, and often drags upon the ground behind him. He
always carries his burdens on his back, and he has a great hump over his
fore shoulders, which is very convenient when the path leads down a
steep mountain side.
He carries his head low. His horns are sharp and savage, and when
he is running wild the yak is a creature that it is very unwise to disturb.
Even the tame yaks are handled very carefully, by a rope attached to
a ring in their noses. Their legs are short, and they always wait, on
a dangerous path, to push a foot gently back and forth, to be sure it
will not slip, before they trust their weight upon it. So they are very,
very slow, but they will keep on and on and never seem to grow tired.
When they are on a journey one man walks in front, pulling on the
rope, and another behind poking them with a long prod, while the yak,
between the two, grunts and groans at every step. That is why he is
called the grunting ox. Warren H. Frych.


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WHICH IS BES T ?- A RE VIE W, WITH TEA AND PEACHES.


WHICH IS BEST?


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" OF all the days of all the year,"
Cried loyal Freddy Bly,
" The very splendid-est of all
Comes early in July.
Think of the fun the glorious noise !
That is the day -at least for boys."


" Of all the days of all the year,"
Said little Robin Gray,
" The very best, I do believe,
Will be Thanksgiving Day.
A fellow has such things to eat!
Thanksgiving Day cannot be beat "

" Of all the days of all the year,"
Sang pretty Nan, remember
The dearest, happiest and best
Is coming in December.
What girl or boy, North, East, South, West,
But knows that Christmas Day is best ? '
Ainie L. IHannah.


A REVIEW,


WITH TEA AND PEACHES.


(The House That Was Made For Me.)

"HERE is a riddle in physiology for you," said Mr. Somers, glancing
at his girl and boy, who with their mother and friend and himself sat at
supper in the shade of the grand old tree familiar to my readers. In
what is a baby's body richer than a man's? "


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