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Title: Romping days fun for the little ones
Series Title: Storyland series
Physical Description: ca. 150 p. : ill. ; 26 cm.
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Publication Date: c1897
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Children's poetry
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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 1.uys 1by 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.


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.
SHU "Halloo, brother saluted Right Hand. "If you were as
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RIGHT HAND 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,
when we found Baby's feet for him."
We mostly did that," claimed the pair of
eyes beneath their quivering lids.
You mostly didn't," contradicted the pair of
hands. This boy lay in his crib one warm summer
day. Ie 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 MEERS 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.






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.








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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

THE START FOR CALIFORNIA.

A GREAT black ship was fastened to one of the wharves in New York,
nearly ready to sail away around Cape.Horn to California.
The passengers came on board, and among them was a dear little
mother with two children, named Nettie and Bert. There were other chil-
dren, too, but they did not belong to this mother. The children's father-
had been in California two years. He had sent Nettie a real gold dollar
and a gold pencil, and Bert two pieces of yellow gold just as it was dug
out of the ground. Now they were all going out to live in California.
The ship's name was the AndJtlusiu. On the prow was a wooden
figure of a woman with long, painted yellow hair and very red cheeks.
You could see this only from the front, but the blue dress and gilded
necklace and belt were lovely to look at.
The big captain walked about looking very fierce, and he gave his
orders in a voice that made the storm seem quiet.
At first the children, and their mothers, too, staid in their rooms and
were seasick. Then one by one they crept out on deck, pale and miserable,
but'when they breathed the fresh air it soon made them rosy and hungry.
The ship looked large from the deck, and it was bi.autiful to see -the
full white sails and the flag, the deep-blue sky above and the darker blue
water below, and to watch the seagulls and the foaming white track left
behind the ship as she sailed.
Captain Wilson was stern, and said-little except to give orders while
on deck, and all the children on board were afraid of him, except Nettie.
And the way she made his acquaintance was this. He was pacing the
deck and looking sad and troubled. Nettie walked up to his side and
slipped her dimpled little hand into his big one, and walked along beside
him, but did not speak.
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From that time on Nettie took long walks with the captain. They
went back and forth only about forty feet, but they went back and forth
a good long while, and Nettie's fat little legs grew tired sometimes, and
then the captain took her up on his shoulder.
Bert made friends with old Marshall, the bo's'un, and in a little while
learned to tie a sailor knot, splice a rope, and in less than a week he knew
the names of all the ropes on the ship.
Every rope has its own name, so that the men would know which rope
to pull up or let down, to raise or lower the sails. Bert even wanted to
climb up into the riggSit like the sailors, but the bo's'un said:
".Now, look-a-here, younker. If the cap'n catches you so much as
touchin' a ratline, he'll have a cat-o'-nine-tails flying round here."
"What is that? asked Bert.
Well, it is so bad that it couldn't be worse," answered Maxwell.
"I always keep my promises," said Bert slowly.
"Well, then, promise me that you won't never go climbing around
nowhere off the deck, and' we'll be shipmates."
I'll promise," said Bert, and then they shook hands on it.
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CROCODILES. I.
(My 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
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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.









CHILDREN THAT LIVE IN A SHOE.


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

Ins'i | I OUR bone family numbers twenty-
"--oo=-r' I II six, making fifty-two bones in the pair
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." Oursijd
"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
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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 i
or straightened.on the leg, one that permits
the foot to swing inward and outward, and
one which favors the movements of the fore
part of the foot.
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






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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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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,
My Dolly, arrived from Japan. Zitella Coocs.








THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGEI1.

CROSSING THE EQUATOR.

THE Andalusia sailed on, and the first washing-day came around.
Now washiig-day on board ship is unlike washing-day anywhere else.
There was a heavy rain. All the scupper holes were closed, and the
clothes laid on the deck. When enough rain water had gathered, the
sailors pulled off their shoes, and danced and tramped on the clothes until
they were clean.
The children thought it was jolly sport. Bert slyly got off his shoes
and hopped about as well as the rest, and enjoyed it, until Jimmy Smith,
the sail maker's little boy, pushed him down, and he had to go and
get dry.
One of the stewards said to Bert, Why do you let that boy push you
down? He is always doing those things, and you never try to protect
yourself. '
He is bigger than I am," answered Bert.
The steward laughed, and Bert ran up on deck. Just as he got there,
Jimmy caught Nettie's two braids of hair and pulled them so hard that
Nettie fell down the steps leading into the cabin. Bert did not say one
word, but a little blue streak of something that looked like a runaway
windmill, ran up to Jimmy.
In less than a minute, Jimmy was somehow obliged to sit down sud-
denly. Then the blue windmill became Bert again, and he walked off to
see if Nettie was badly hurt.
Mrs. Burton had happened to pass just in time to catch Nettie, and so
she was not hurt, but Arethusa was.
Arethusa was the doll. She had a jointed body and a wax head. One
leg and one arm were broken off.
"Max will mend it," said Bert. "It is a good job it wasn't her
head. Mamma, let Nettie go to the fo'castle with me? The sailors
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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

Mrs. Burton said they might go, but told them to be careful, for the
ship was rolling from one side to the other. There was no wind, and
the sun was beating down upon the ship from right above them, as it does
when you are on the Equator. The sailors told Bert and Nettie that they
were "crossing the Line," and that they wouldn't be a bit surprised if
Neptune himself came on board that night.
Neptune, as you know, is supposed to be the King of the Sea. And
it has long been the custom among sailors to pretend that Neptune comes
on board every vessel that crosses the Equator. If there are any sailors
on board who have never crossed the Line before, Neptune turns barber,
and shaves them. A
Bert said he hoped he would come, but Nettie said she should be scared.
The sailors played for the children on a violin, a flute and a harmonica,
and some of them looked in their wonderful chests and brought out some
pretty little gifts.
After supper, the children were all told that they could stay up to see
Neptune, as he was expected on board.
Nettle staid in the cabin and peeped through the windows, but Bert
was very brave, and went. and stood right, by Jimmy, who kept his hands
in his pockets and never said a word.
The captain for once sat down, and then there was a voice on the fore-
castle which shouted:
All right, Your Majesty ; you are welcome on board the Andalusia."
Then there was a noise like a heavy wagon on the deck, and six men,
all dressed in seaweed and wet clothes, came dragging a gun carriage
covered with seaweed, on which sat a funny-looking man with a.crown on
his head. A funny-looking woman was seated by his side.
They came up near the cabin door, and saluted the captain. They asked
after each other's health, and then Neptune asked to see the roll of names
of those who had never crossed the Line before.
All the boys were- shaved. Jimmy screamed and kicked, but Bert
walked up bravely and took his seat beside Neptune.
He told his mother afterward that Neptune had eyes just like the
Bo'sun.
Olive Harper..














































































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THE QUEEN OF MAY.


f I Ho for the merry month of May,
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.
SAs the bell strikes ten in the village
steeple,




And dressed in white, as a queen should be.
Under 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;
S Take for your kingdom the village green,
Take us all for your subjects, pray,
We crown you Queen of the month of May."

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.
(My 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 luge 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.





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THE ELEPHANT AND HIS WONDERFUL TRUNK


Sometimes they keep it up for hc
looking on.
When one of them finds his strer
runs away. He never comes back ag
into a drove somewhere, he is what


THE ELEPHANT AT HO,.
THE ELEPHANT AT HOME.


urs, while the whole family stands

igth failing, he turns, if he can, and
rain, but until he succeeds in getting
they call a rogue," or mad ele-
phant." He wanders about
shrieking and whistling, tearing
S up trees, and slashing and killing
S everything he can.
That 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
"J their trunks sticking out. Then
its sense of smell is so keen that
he can follow a trail almost as
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 olfeiided him, he sometimes gives him, a
heavy sprinkling.
When the flies trouble him, he breaks off the limb of a tree, and







A BRIGHT COLUMBIAN 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.









THE BONES HAVE AN EXHIBITION.


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

WHY don't we rattle when
Swe move, like the bones the soldier
/1 S' ,^ man carried in a case and showed
LeF sh ,ouldr, 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.
These bones are so distinct that an accident which should break one might
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THE BONES HAVE AN EXHIBITION.


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 barefoots, 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
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,


is becoming crippled and deformed






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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.

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








THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGER8.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

THE CAPTAIN'S GIFT.

ArrE the visit of Old Neptune the children played it over and over,
just as if a circus had been around. Jimmy Smith had not been naughty
since his lesson, and it was over a month now. The ship was sailing on
slowly, and it was still very hot. The captain was impatient, for captains
like to go fast, and it was too hot to let Nettie walk the deck with him.
Maxwell had mended the broken doll, but it was not very strong, and that
leg and arm would always remain stiff, which was a source of grief to Nettie.
Nettie learned how to embroider from the sailors, and she made a dress
and cloak for Arethusa with stars, moons, arrow-heads and anchors in
colored silks which they gave her, and Bert learned to make knotted fringe
and fine door mats from rope yarn. The other children on the ship were
too small to be companions, and Nettie would have been very lonely if it
hadn't been for Arethusa.
One day Jimmy came along and found the doll on a coil of rope where
Nettie had put it to sleep, and he took the poor thing by her infirm
legs and smashed the waxen face against the bulwarks. Then he was
frightened, and put her down on the deck as if she had fallen off herself
and broken her own face, and he slipped away.
But some one saw him. The captain, whose sharp eyes are every-
where on a ship all the time, called Jimmy in such a stern voice that
Jimmy ran as hard as he could go to his mother; but as he could not find
her he crept up into the long boat that was turned upside down on top of
the cabin, and hid in behind some sail-cloth, and there he fell asleep and
slept until after twelve that night, in spite of all the calls, and the search
that was made by his parents and everybody else into every place, and
even away down in the hold. They all began to fear that Jimmy had
fallen overboard, and his poor mother was badly frightened.
But before this had happened, Nettie came on deck again and went
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When the full extent of her disaster came to her eyes, Nettie gave one
cry, and sank to the deck with the crushed head clasped against her heart,
and tears as big as peas rolled down her face in silence. She did not make
a great noise like some children, but her heart was broken.
Captain Wilson made a sign to the mate to take his place, and he
went to Nettie, and took her in his arms, and sat down with her, and
wiped her tears away and kissed her, and smoothed her hair, and Nettie
said: "0, Cap'n! poor Arethusa's killed. Oh what shall I do? I
loved her so."
Why, my dear, it is too bad;. but come with me, and we'll see if we
can't find something to take her place," and he carried Nettie down to his
own stateroom, and put her in a chair while he opened a big chest, and
away down at the bottom he found a box. When this was opened he
took out a doll nearly twice as large as Arethusa, and she had a rubber
head that, couldn't break, and a soft kid body, and besides there was a
perfect set of platina dishes; a tea set. Spoons and knives ard forks,
too!
These were so lovely, and the whole so unexpected, that I am afraid
Nettie forgot Arethusa for a moment; and then the captain said:
My dear, we will make an exchange; you put' your doll in here and
I will give you these."
"But, Cap'n, where did you get this beau'ful doll? Is it yours ? I
didn't know men ever had dollies."
This, my dear, I bought in a far country for my own little girl about
your age. She died before I reached home, and the doll has been here
four years. She is yours now."
0, Cap'n and Nettie threw her arms around his neck and kissed
him, and there were two tears rolling down his cheeks as she did so.
They were better friends than ever after that.
Jimmy awoke at twelve o'clock and began to cry, and the captain
pulled him out, and actually laid him across his knee and gave him a sound
talking to, and he looked so big and fierce in the darkness that Jimmy
was so frightened he promised to behave himself the rest of the voyage;
and what is better, he kept his word.
Olive Harper.





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.


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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 j i|
snakes, and when one is hunting or
fishing he must be always on the' L
watch.
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 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.







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
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 STOREHOUSE. 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.
After proceeding a short distance the explorers were almost stopped by
the narrowing of the.passage, which as suddenly brought them into a large







THEY INQUIRE WITHIN THE BONES.


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 feeds LL E 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."
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of the beef haunch. When the sawed surface was first exposed uider 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
Same 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
- and pulled her tail.







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
with her again, and that she hated her.
Why, when she tried to toss her
spool up again, her paw hurt her so that
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, AS
when I have been playing with her.
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,



BuLLY 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.








THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

ROUNDING THE HORN,

IT is rather queer to go chasing after the seasons instead of having
them come around in their regular way. They left New York in January,
and now here in April they had caught up with winter again, and the
ship's rigging and decks were coated with ice and sleet.
The ship had reached Cape Horn, and for three weeks there had been
such a storm that the children had not been allowed on deck.
The Andalusia had stopped at Rio Janeiro for fresh water and fruit,
and then they sailed on again, without seeing land until they passed
the Falkland Islands. They wanted to see Cape Horn, but there was noth-
ing to see but snow and ice everywhere, and a wind that blew sleet into
the faces of the sailors, and froze the ropes and canvas so that they could
hardly furl the sails.
The big ship acted like a wild horse jumping over the big waves, and
plunging down again as if she were trying to find the bottom. The dishes
flew all around when they tried to eat, and it was hard work to even sit
still on the cabin floor without rolling to one side or the other, as the ship
rocked. Some of the ladies were very ill, and asked the captain to stop
the ship. for a little while, anyhow, which of course could not be done.
Some screamed and thought the ship was going to sink.
Don't be afraid; my cap'n won't let anything happen," Nettie said.
"I saw the bo's'un just now," Bert said, and he's all right; and
when he's all right, the ship's all right."
Just then the door opened, and a steward came in with a-little cage,
and in it was a beautiful Cape pigeon, or Mother Carey's Chicken, as some
call them. It had been dashed on deck in the storm.
Now don't put your fingers in the cage," the steward said; and at
once every child wanted to put a finger in to find out why it must not
be done.
Nettie gave the bird pieces of meat, and ship's biscuit soaked in water.































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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


They were going to keep it and take it to California, they said, but during
the next week it managed to get out, and flew away.
The ship sailed safely around Cape Horn, and soon reached pleasanter
weather, and the children could go on deck again.
Bo's'un," said Bert, do you know I was awfully scared when we
were going around the Horn ? "
Why, what about? I've seen it a good deal worse than that."
Yes ; but I was afraid that when the ship was jumping around so,
she might somehow hit against the sharp end of the Horn, and spring
aleak, or go to pieces."
Why, don't you know it ain't no real horn? It's only a point of
land, and the pointedest part is bigger nor a hundred ships. Besides,
we've got a cappen -we have. He knows his business, and he ain't
going to run us aground."
Bo's'un, won't you leave the ship, and come and live with us?"
asked Bert anxiously.
"Why, what would I live on? I hain't got no money, and I don't
know how to make my living ashore."
My papa will take care of you. He's good."
SJust listen at him "
Besides, there's gold in California; I've got some that came from
there. Nettie and I will dig you all you want. Won't we, Nettie? "
"Yes, we will, said Nettie gravely.
"Here's the island where Robinson Crusoe lived," said the first
mate, pointing to a little shadow against the sky. Look through the
glass and you'll see it."
And he put a long telescope against the bulwark, and let Bert and
Nettie and Jimmy all look through it. It was far away, but the telescope
made it seem near. Bert ran down to tell his mother; and Mr. Steele,
who always denied everything, said that it was only the island of Juan
Fernandez, and there never was a Robinson Crusoe.
I don't want to be impolite," said Bert, but I've seen his book, so
it must be true ; and there's the island."
And Bert went off to ask the bo's'un what he thought.
Olive Harper.








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
S the doctor's house again.
It is not the tame monkeys
alone that do curious things. I
'- have seen a wild monkey eat
0i-... ith a spoon, and often, from
-1 my window, watched a mother
.' mIonikey take her baby down to
... i" the tank and wash his face and
keep the flies away from him
~ while he slept.
Sometimes it seems as though
.*I ?they must really understand.
SWhen we are watching them at
their play, if they do something
.' i amusing and we laugh at it, they
f'. ^^ seem thoroughly pleased and will
-- often do the same thing over
--' '-' again. But if one of them
-. makes a slip, or does something
EW MILES A 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 H. Frych
































































A A .'FI. ESCORT.


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A CURIOUS FACT.



A tCuRIous FACT.
(The House That oat ade 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. Nearby a peacock
was displaying his splendid plumage in the sun. Millions of dewdrops
d 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, Miss Ade-
laide and Master Selwyn Anderstand 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-
vinesl
'"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.
'CA 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.
"Whend 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
the spine; there dividing, each part had taken, the course of a leg, so close




































































































A PEACOCK WAS DL'PUIYNG HIS PLTrM.k(iE.







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as to show the bend of the knee. The apple-tree root which measured
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. Sofiers 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.





















































































A CHRISTMAS IN SIA.









THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

FINDING MURIEL.

ONE day Bert cried out: "0, Cap'n I see a little boat out there." i
And in an instant there was a great excitement. The captain ordered
the man at the wheel to bring the ship around, and the long boat to be
lowered, and I don't know what else, all in a voice so loud and hurried that
the sailors fairly flew about, and all the children crept close to their mothers.
In a little while they could see a small boat rocking on the waves, and
four people in it, and before the children recovered from their fright, these
four persons were brought up on the deck like bundles of shavings.
There were two ladies and a little girl about six years old, and a man.
They were all so weak that they could not talk, and the ladies on the
Andalusia gave them water, and then warm milk, and later, soup, and
they were put into berths and told to go to sleep.
They had been in that open boat five days with no food or water, as
their ship had been wrecked, they said later, and they were nearly dead
when Bert's sharp little eyes had spied them.
The man was English, and the two ladies were Americans, and Muriel,
the little girl, was the daughter of the captain of the lost ship, which was
called the Adelaide. They were going to Australia from San Francisco.
Muriel cried a good deal, for she was afraid her father and mother were
lost; but Nettie was so good to her, and even.Jent her the dear new doll,
and every one else was so kind to her, that she tried hard to be happy.
One day the bo's'un called Bert.
Do you see that there green stuff? Well, that means that we ain't
so very far off now. I calk'late that with this here trade wind that we'll
fetch up inside of two weeks." And he looked as if he wasn'tt a bit glad.
"What makes you look so sorry, Bo's'un ?"
"Well, it's this-a-way. You go ashore, the old bo's'un stays aboard.
The best of friends must part, which makes many a broken heart."
I told you that I wanted you to come with us," said Bert.






























































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THE BO'S'UN GIVES NETTIE AND MURIEL THEIR DOLLS.


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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


"Well, we'll see, we'll see.'
Nettie came along just then, with her arm around Muriel's waist, and
Bert turned his back ; he didn't want girls to see how near he was to crying.
Bo's'n," said Nettie, "when it's your watch off will you show us
how to make a nigger head ?"
"Law, yes; but what do little gals want to learn that for ? "
We thoughtve might dress them for dolls."
"I wish I'd 'a' thought of it before. I'll make you each a baby doll
out o' canvas, and get the ship's painter to paint purty faces. You never
mind the nigger heads, which ain't fitten work for little gals, and day
arter to-morrow you'll have your baby dolls."
And they did; queer-looking things they were, made by rough-handed
men out of sail cloth, and stuffed with oakum; but the faces had deep
blue eyes, the reddest of lips and cheeks, and hair of raveled rope yarn.
For the next two weeks the .little girls were busy making clothes for them.
One morning all the passengers were aroused by heavy tramping on
deck, loud orders, pulling ropes, and though the ship was not rocking at
all, they thought something terrible had happened, but when they wanted
to go on deck, the steward told them that no one could go up.
: Bert looked out of one of the windows and saw Marshall, and his shrill
voice called : "Bo's'n, Bo's'n What's the matter ?"
SH6 made a trumpet of his hands and replied: Nothin's the matter,
only we've arriv', and standing' by for the pilot. Don't you be a-skeerd.
I'm here."
Then a schooner came up, and a short, stout man came on board, and
gave the captain a handful of newspapers, and he went to the wheel, and
the steersman stood aside while he guided the big ship into the beautiful
Golden Gate.
All the passengers were sent for, and they looked with delight at the
lovely entrance to the harbor, and Nettie and Muriel wanted to get to the
hills that were the color of gold under the August sun- for it was
August now.
The ship sailed on and passed Alcatraz Island, and then turned into
the great San Francisco Bay, and cast anchor in front of the wonderful city.
Olive Harper.




















































































































"I WALK AHEAD WITI SOME OATS."


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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.

Shey are gypsies. Think,
When night fell down, -
How they set to work,
So tiny and brown,
--"/ To pitch these tents,
Each gathering boughs
To kindle a fire
Before his house;
















'I ow a grandmother sat
: Under the flap
SOf a tent, with a baby '
In her lap,
And how on a stick
A kettle was hung
That to cook their supper
.Bubbled and sung;

.. 'H ow swarthy youths /
S-'. Took their guitars
I i A And played serenades
STo the far stars,
Till shadows danced
Wildly all about,
' \ Till the low red fire ('
Had faded out.
Clara Doty Bates.


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MAMMA'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.

"I 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.
Miary D. Brine.




Now lessons are learned,
And our school is done,
With a hop and a skip, a D '
On errands we'll run -. ,
All in the pleasant summer weather,
When children and birds may sing J '
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MEADOW SWEET.







NOT BOUGHT, BUT BORROWED.


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;
(0, 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 ILountigton Nason.




YOUNG AND OLD HEADS TOGETHER.
(T7he House That Was Made For Me.)

You would scarcely expect a bone-man to be so funny as this little
giving 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-





















































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ADELAIDE AND SELWYN HASTEN THEIR STEPS.







YOUNG AND OLD HEADS TOGETHER.


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
r S "K p my head. You couldn't mistake it for the heads
M of any of those creatures, could you ? With flesh
s on me, I should be yet more, much more, dis-
tinctly individual."
In the absence of one who has interested us
NO TWO FACES 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 yoir 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 E-EAD.
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.
See 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.
Lavinia S. Goodwin.









THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

THEY GO TO CONTRA COSTA.

WHEN the pilot left the ship, all the passengers were permitted to stay
on deck and look at San Francisco, but where was that wonderful city ?
They looked and looked, but save for a few white tents there was nothing
but a black and smoking expanse. The whole city had burned down two
nights before, and there were not a dozen houses left.
Pretty soon several boats came out to the ship, and men from them
scrambled up the sides and came on board to meet their families.
One man in a red flannel shirt and a full brown beard caught their
mother in his arms and kissed her, and Bert ran up to drive him away,
when he served Bert the same way. Somehow Nettie knew her father
though he had changed so, and they were all very happy and went down
into the cabin to talk. All the other papas were dressed just the same,
and after the first few minutes every one was happy but Muriel, who had
no papa to welcome her, but Nettie brought her to her own papa, and
he kissed her and told her she should be Nettie's sister and always live
with them.
The great fire of 1852 had destroyed Mr. Burnet's home and business,
so he told his family that until San Francisco was rebuilt they would all
go to Contra Costa to live, and that they were to sail that afternoon on
the little Erastus Corning across the bay.
Of course the children were glad to see their father, and be on solid
land again, but Nettie cried hard over leaving Captain Wilson, and Bert
cast himself headlong into Bo's'un's arms, and said he couldn't leave him.
Mr. Burnet thought it over a minute, and then told Bo's'un that he was
sure that there would be plenty of work for him if he could leave the ship,
as Contra Costa was to be laid out in a city. Bo's'un said he would have
a talk with.the Cappen," and as soon as the ship was unloaded he would
come over.
Before it was dark, Bert, Nettie and Muriel were gathering armsful of





























NETTIE KNEW HER FATHER.


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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


flowers under the spreading live-oak-trees, and just rolling on the dry,
crisp grass in the joy of being on land.
The trees grew to within a hundred yards of the beach, and between
the trees was a thick undergrowth of yellow lupin bushes, higher than
their heads, and these were covered with flowers, and though August is
the poorest time for flowers there, there were still enough to smother in.
Under the oak-trees was wild lettuce, like so many little green parasols.
The birds yellow and red linnets, blackbirds and larks, and I do not
know how many others made the air tremble with music. The sky was
blue and the air delightful, and right in front of their house the beach
shelved down with hard white sand, and they could play in the shallow
water as well as roam among the trees; could gather sea shells or pick
flowers at will.
There were only three other houses in Contra Costa then, and Mrs.
Burnet was the first woman to settle there. The children were so happy
outdoors that they almost forgot Bo's'un and the captain, but one Saturday
afternoon they both came over to see the children, who led their tall friends
all around their favorite places and loaded them with flowers.
Bert said:
"Now you're going to stay."
"I can't. You see, it is this way. I shipped to make the round
trip, and this is only half of it, and three of the sailors have deserted and
left the Cappen short-handed, and he can't get no Bo's'un here. You
know you said you never broke a promise. Well, I made one to the
Cappen to come here and go back, and as he can't spare me I've got to
go back."
Bert burst into tears. This was too much, and Bo's'un felt like doing
the same, but he decided after a while that it wouldn't be right to break
a promise, and Bo's'un promised that he would take the next ship that
sailed even if he had to pay his way and come back, and then he would
stay. So Bert was consoled a little, and when the two went back to San
Francisco, two parcels which they left were opened and found to contain
two more dolls and a fine accordion, and these helped the children to bear
the parting.
Olive Harper.









MY FLO WERS.


BO.NNiE itOU, HI TNrLT 'EpE F, FT.T.


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.
I have heard sheep herders talk about their flocks in the same way.
















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. t =--. _

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


When we learn to count,
Don't you see, don't you se-: ?
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. iil.. .















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WHAT THE POSTMAN BROUGHT;


WHAT THE P4)STMAN BROUGHT.
(The House That was Made For Me.)

WHILE assorting his mail one morning, Mr.
Somers surprised his son and daughter by saying :
S"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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WHAT THE POSTMAN BROUGHT.


wish the nerves would tell us what they are like. Can they be seen, I
wonder ? "
Let's read on," said Selwyn; I don't believe anybody ever had a
letter from nerves before. Seen ? They can be heard, any way. Let's
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 us, run 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
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-
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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 Temple of
Science," said Adelaide.
Whatever that may be," added her father, smiling.
"Why, what is this?" Selwyn exclaimed, rising quickly; and the
other two present were on their feet in the same moment.
Lavinia S. Goodwin.







THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

THE CHILDREN HAVE A PARTY.

A YEAR passed swiftly by. The winter, with no snow or cold, and
with three months of almost constant rain, seemed strange to Bert and
Nettie. Muriel had seen something like it before, and when spring came
the very delight of living was almost too great.
There were now about a hundred houses and seventy or eighty children
in Contra Costa, and the fathers and mothers decided that they must have
a school. The children were all willing to wait another year. But the
schoolhouse was built, and our three little friends were the first to enter
the- door, and soon were studying with a will.
It was the last week in April before they thought about having a May
party, and they hastily made their plans for one, and the fathers and
mothers all joined in to help ; and they were going to be there, too, for
there were very few pleasures there then aside from walks and rides.
There was a vote taken in the school for the May Queen, and Nettie
would have been the Queen, only she voted for Muriel, which gave her the
most votes. There was a tie between Nettie and Muriel, and Nettie had
not cast her vote. She could have voted for herself, but she preferred to
vote for Muriel, and so Muriel was to be Queen.
Bert was chosen to be the Bishop to crown the May Queen, and he
hoped he should be able to get through it all right, but he had his doubts.
It was not easy to provide white dresses and ribbons for the little girls,
as there were no stores; and Mrs. Burton took down a pair of dotted
Swiss curtains, and by making the waists of dimity, two white dresses
were invented. There was a blue sash and pink shoulder knots for the
Queen; some purple and green striped ribbon had to answer for Nettie.
Bert wore a little white duck suit with a bouquet of wild flowers pinned
in front, and all the little girls wore wreaths and low-necked dresses.
A big stump covered with flowers and vines made the throne, and the
little procession walked along two by two, the Bishop and Queen first, and







THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


after the children came all the parents. The lunch had been sent in a
wagon, and ladies were busy spreading the tables. They were marching
finely when Bert, who was carrying the cushion that had the Queen's
wreath and scepter upon it, stepped into a gopher hole, and tumbled heels
over head. But he picked. himself up quickly, and caught up the royal
orders, and was walking along again in perfect step before many knew he
had fallen.
Then they danced around the pole and sang, and he led the Queen to
the throne and seated her, and put the crown of flowers on her head and
scepter in her hands, and recited his little piece nicely, and walked off
with his hands in his pockets to see how near lunch was ready.
Nettie was maid of honor to the Queen, and tried to be very dignified;
but they all forgot everything when a man came along with a violin and
played for them. Clara Hooper had wanted to be Queen, but she had not
enough votes, and she felt very angry, and made herself as unpleasant as
she could all day; and when the children were all listening to the music,
she came up behind Nettie and stuck a pin in her shoulder. Nettie
screamed, and Clara said she saw Muriel do it.
Muriel began to cry, and Nettie went to tell her mother, and Clara
called out, Cry baby Queen, cry baby Queen," and danced up and down.
Muriel went to throw her scepter far away, but it did not go as she
had expected, but whirled around and hit Clara right on her nose, which
made her scream and the blood run, and all the mothers came, and then
the fathers came to see what was the matter, and everybody else came to
see what it was all about.
Clara said she was abused, and just as people were beginning to think
she was, the clergyman's wife told how it had begun, for she had seen it
all. Then Clara's mother said she wouldn't stay, and was just going to
go home with Clara, but the music began again and the horn blew to say
dinner was ready, and the clergyman's wife persuaded them to stay ; and
Muriel took Clara to the table with her, and it all ended well.
They danced after dinner and played games, and had a good time;.
and in the morning all the girls' mothers had to put buttermilk on their
shoulders and arms, where the sun had burned them.
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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
S /known, as those gigantic cats, the Royal
Bengal tigers.
To see a tiger in a cage is to know but
very little of him. One could not put a kit-
ten into a bird-cage and have it grow up into
S "Is very much of a cat. The best idea of a real
S 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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DIFFERENT WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT.


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, Sumatra
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 -
S And so you never have to scold
SAt having the same weather "
Annie L. Hannah.











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 DEAl GRANDMA:
I halll 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 le 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,
CHARLIE 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.

















little green insect
SSat on a limb,
And his little winged sister
I I Next to him.
Katy did," in a high
SShrill voice said she,
And, "No, she didn't,
She didn't," said he.

i. Then all their neighbors
SFlocked about,
And half of them "Katy dd
Cried. out, ..
And the rest took up
The noisy strain
Of "Katy didn't" '
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was all about dS[
What Katy said
SWhen her mother thought
~' It time for bed.
'Twas only a whisper,
S Very low,
But the way it sounded
Was, I won't go."

Sthe little green sister,
^On the limb
Beside the winged brother,
i Had told it him;
And their neighbors all,
So horrified,
Had Katy did," and
S"Oh!, she didn't," cried.
-/ Cara Doty Bates,







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.



























































































































































































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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. O, no They are
the street walls of very beautiful and pleasant homes.
"The street," the people say, "is not 4 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.
Warren H. Frych.
















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POOR TOMMIY.


POOR TOMMY.


Tommy was just as mad
as he could be. It ,na-
': F1 //) Molly's place to take care
( of Tot and baby; mamma
had told her to. But Molly
had dressed up in her spick-
and-span new hat, taken
her sunshade and the big-
gest sunflower in the gar-
den, and gone to walk to
show her finery. "You,
Tom, must take care of





Tot and baby," she said.
Tom did not want to, L
but he had to, for mam-
ma was away, and there I
was nobody else to do
it. But wasn't he glad
when Molly got caught
in a sudden shower! She
came home dripping, and
Tommy did not feel one
bit sorry. TOMMY WAS JUST AS MAD AS HE COULD BEL









PHILIPPA'S VISIT.


PHILIPPA'S VISIT.

TWHEN 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
S-.'" remember much about it, for that," said Philippa,
v '" 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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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.)

BUT, 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
at all."







GRAND JOURNEY OF THE BLOOD.


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
S''window what is going on in a room. Though
r, ~the creature has not red blood as we have, we
L get, from watching its flow, a good idea of the
^., streams, large and small, that every moment
c 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
process connected with the lungs. On either side of the heart and partly







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.
This 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 a
we're asleep." ........ oC
Their mother smiled.
Your questions and remarks are in pairs,
children, like so many of the parts you have been 0
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.

























































































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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.

THEY GET WET.

BERT felt very grand to get a letter all to himself, and he not eight
years old; but he had to get his father to read it for him. It was from
the Bo's'un.
He said in it that he was well, and hoped Bert was enjoying the same
blessing.
He had reached New York, and as soon as he could get a ship that
he could go on without promising to go back, he should be there, and was
going to stay ; and that he should bring them all some presents, though
not as nice ones as he would get if he were rich. They might look
for him soon, and so on.
There was much rejoicing among the children, and a long conversation
that lasted several days, at the end of which they got shovels and a sifter,
and wash-pan, and started in their search for gold, which they felt had
been put off too long already.
They had heard often that there was gold everywhere in California,
and why should they not find it? 0
So every day after school, Bert, Nettie and Muriel took their pans and
went out and dug and sifted with all their might; but they didn't find
any gold, and generally brought back the pans full of flowers for flowers
bloom all the year in that country -or they would bring acorns and play
housekeeping with them, and use the cups for tea things, and pretend
the meats were bread and cake and other nice things to eat.
Thanksgiving passed, and it wasn't very far from Christmas time, and
still they had not found a gold mine.
One day Nettie and Muriel went down to the beach after school. It
was a pleasant place, and the girls enjoyed it.
They, gathered shells and tiny crabs, and after a while feeling tired,
they climbed into a boat that was lying on the sand, but chained to a.
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THREE LITTLE GOLD-DIGGERS.


The tide, as all children know, goes out and comes in twice a day; and'
when it was out here it left a long beach quite dry, but when it was in it
came clear up to the grass and samphire along the shore. There was no
bank.
The girls thought they would get into the boat and sort their shells
and play with their little crabs, which were no bigger than ten cent pieces,
and very cunning; and they had a lovely time, and forgot all about tides.
or time, when Muriel noticed that they were surrounded by water, and the
boat was gently rocking.
They dropped their playthings and prepared to get out; but the water
was too deep, and they were scared.
Muriel began to cry, but Nettie began to scream for Bert.
Nobody heard her, and Bert was away at the other end of the town;
and the poor frightened children began to think they were to be left there
forever.
The boat was chained to the stake and could not float away; but they
did not understand that, and finally Nettie said :
Muriel, you stay in the boat, and I will wade to the shore and run
for help. Don't you stir, now."
And before Muriel could object, Nettie let herself over the side, and
sank to her chin.
She struggled on somehow and reached the shore, and ran to the house
for help for Muriel, who was a timid child.
When Muriel found herself alone, she was scared worse than ever; and
when the boat drifted by the post she reached out and caught hold of it,
and with one arm around that she felt safer.
The movement she made in doing this sent the boat from under her,
and left her clinging to the post; and the water was getting deeper every
minute.
Of course Mr. Burnet rushed to save Muriel, but he had to wade into
the water above his waist to do it.
When Muriel saw him coming she fainted; but a night's sleep made
the girls all well of their fright. Three suits of clothes and a watch were
all spoiled, though.
Olive Harper.







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. Willis Robb.







THE FOOD ON ITS TRAVELS.


THE FOOD ON ITS TRAVELS.
(The House That Was Made For Me.)

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
S3 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."
Imprisoned 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
father said.
How long would a man live without one single bit of food ? "






















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THE FOOD ON ITS TRAVELS.


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,
yon see, children, it is a mistake. Let us say it is Monday, you could go
on testing 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 1.. -ii, in, 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 :lii-i- of the mouth, it becomes softened for

A .'-.1. 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 lone, curved pouch, Selwyn compared the shape
to a 1. 'i.. 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
s.hi ... tubes of the stomach furnish gastric juice for dissolving the food.
ri-'.-t.iii is aided also by the motions of the diaphragm, which is a large,
flat muscle, dividing the chest and abdomen just above the stomach.
Dir-.,'ly beneath the diaphragm, on the right side, lies the liver, the




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