• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Title Page
 Off for a sail
 Dare
 Grandma's party
 The pet dove
 Willie and his pet
 How did it happen?
 A gift for Mamma
 The new pony
 Buttercups and blossoms
 An East Indian home
 Hiving the bees
 The sea star
 Juliette
 A new kind of fun
 The best way
 Doing wrong makes baby trouble
 The overland mail
 Fiendish character of Indians...
 Chased by savages
 The swallow-tailed hen
 Hunting for seabirds' eggs
 Destruction of the lion
 Hunting with an elephant
 For the boys
 The hare and the hedgehog
 The happy shoemaker
 The octopus
 The green twins
 In pursuit of buffaloes
 Killing snakes
 Kindness appreciated by the king...
 Making a picnic of a tiger-hun...
 Pursuing a "boomer"
 The brave fire-laddie
 The hunting leopard
 Something about spiders
 A very quiet outing
 Our dead boy
 In-door games
 The fox and the geese
 A family drum corps
 A sea story
 Out-door games
 The rogue's holiday
 How a hungry dog saved a Czar's...
 Ferocious audacity of wolves
 Robbie's sleigh-ride
 The doll's wedding
 Back Cover






Group Title: Happy children ; profusely illustrated.
Title: Happy children profusely illustrated
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 Material Information
Title: Happy children profusely illustrated
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Staniland, Charles Joseph, 1838-1916 ( Illustrator )
Berkeley, Stanley ( Illustrator )
Donohue, Henneberry & Co ( Publisher )
Donohue & Henneberry
Publisher: Donohue, Henneberry & Co.
Place of Publication: Chicago
Manufacturer: Donohue & Henneberry, printers and binders
Publication Date: c1897
 Subjects
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Picture books for children   ( lcsh )
Honesty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Happiness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Recreation -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Games -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Jungle animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Birds -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
 Notes
General Note: Pictorial cover.
General Note: Contains prose and verse; verse in double column.
General Note: Poetry in double columns.
General Note: Some illustrations by C.J. Staniland, Stanley Berkrley.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Off for a sail
        Page 5
    Dare
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Grandma's party
        Page 8
        Page 9
    The pet dove
        Page 10
    Willie and his pet
        Page 11
    How did it happen?
        Page 12
        Page 13
    A gift for Mamma
        Page 14
        Page 15
    The new pony
        Page 16
    Buttercups and blossoms
        Page 17
        Page 18
    An East Indian home
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Hiving the bees
        Page 21
        Page 22
    The sea star
        Page 23
    Juliette
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A new kind of fun
        Page 26
        Page 27
    The best way
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Doing wrong makes baby trouble
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    The overland mail
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Fiendish character of Indians illustrated
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Chased by savages
        Page 41
        Page 42
    The swallow-tailed hen
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Hunting for seabirds' eggs
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
    Destruction of the lion
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Hunting with an elephant
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    For the boys
        Page 57
    The hare and the hedgehog
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The happy shoemaker
        Page 61
        Page 62
    The octopus
        Page 63
        Page 64
    The green twins
        Page 65
        Page 66
    In pursuit of buffaloes
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Killing snakes
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Kindness appreciated by the king of beasts
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Making a picnic of a tiger-hunt
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Pursuing a "boomer"
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    The brave fire-laddie
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
    The hunting leopard
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Something about spiders
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    A very quiet outing
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    Our dead boy
        Page 106
    In-door games
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
    The fox and the geese
        Page 111
    A family drum corps
        Page 112
    A sea story
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    Out-door games
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
    The rogue's holiday
        Page 120
        Page 121
    How a hungry dog saved a Czar's life
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
    Ferocious audacity of wolves
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
    Robbie's sleigh-ride
        Page 128
        Page 129
    The doll's wedding
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
    Back Cover
        Page 133
        Page 134
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Off for a Sail.


"SIT quite still, Lucy, while I shove
her off," said Walter. They were in a
flat-bottomed, square-built boat on a little
stream flowing gently through the meadow.
Walter had rigged up the old boat, with
a stake for a mast, and had fastened his
pocket-handkerchief to it for a flag.
"Now," said he, "I am Admiral Lord
Nelson, and you are the crew." No,
I'm not the crew," said Lucy. "What
are you then ?" I'm the captain's wife,
and you'd better take care." And away
they go.


By the Lake.
THERE are a great many charitable so-
cieties in England, consisting cf persons
connected with some special bus ness, who
wish to take care of poor p',ople who
have once been in that same. business,


but have met with misfortunes. Some-
times these societies build beautiful
houses, with fine gardens and grounds,
for the use of the poor people, and on
certain days invite the public, as well
as the friends of the inmates, to come
in. Here is one of these gardens, with a
lake and tame birds. Do you see that
duck diving in the water? How happy
all the people look!
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Little Drops.
LITTLE drops of claret,
Now and then, at first,
Form an awful habit
And a dreadful thirst.

Little drinks of lager,
Little cups of ale,
Make the biggest guzzler-
Never knew it fail.

Little kegs of whiskey,
Often brought from town,
Make a man a monkey
Or a silly clown.

Little drops of brandy,
Little drops of rye,
Make the mighty toper
And the watery eye.


How many great men have testified that
their whole lives have been influenced by
some single remark made to them in their
boyhood! And who cannot recall words
spoken to himself in his childhood, to which
perhaps the hearer attached no impor-
tance, but which sank deep and immovably
into his memory, and which have never
lost their power over him ? Make sun-
light! The world at best is dark enough.
Do what you can to make it more cheer-
ful and happy.








Dare.


Dare.
DARE to be honest, good, and sincere,
Dare to please God, and you never need
fear.
Dare to be brave in the cause of the right,
Dare with the enemy ever to fight.
Dare to be loving and patient each day,
Dare speak the truth, whatever you say.
Dare to be gentle and orderly, too,
Dare shun the evil, whatever you do.
Dare to speak kindly, and ever be true,
Dare to do right, and you'll find your way
through.
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Steer Straight.
EDDIE was a very bright little boy, who
was quick to learn. He had a longing
desire to become a sailor and he begged
his father to let him go on board the
pretty yacht that lay in the harbor, for
he was a dutiful boy and would not go
without his father's consent. His father
knew that he could trust Eddie and he
readily consented.
It was Eddie's first visit to a vessel of
any kind, and you may be sure that he
was very much interested in all that he


saw. An old sailor kindly consented to
show him over the yacht.
"What is this great wheel for?" asked
Eddie.
"That is to steer with," said the sailor.
How do you know which way to
steer ? "
"Ah, now I see that you are a clever
boy," said the sailor. "On the ocean as
well as in life, one must know which way
to steer." And then he showed to Eddie
the beautiful compass with its needle
always pointing true to the north, and ex-
plained how the other directions could be
found.
"Every vessel which ventures to sea,"
said the sailor, must have a compass, or
it would be lost, and so every life, my
boy, must have a compass to guide it, or
it will go astray. Find a true compass to
steer by, keep your eye on it, and steer
straight, and you will be successful and
happy." Eddie never forgot his first
lesson in navigation.
THE real quality of our insight-how
justly and thoroughly we shall compre-
hend the nature of a thing-depends on
our patience, our fairness, lovingness,
what stre gth soever we have ; intellect
comes frcm the whole man, as it is the
light that enlightens the whole man.






Grandma's Party.


i-rardma's Party.


LAST summer grandma had a party,
and the nicest kind of a party it was.
All the grandchildren were invited; even
the babies were there, and the beautiful
grounds were given up to us. We had
swings, lawn tennis, and all sorts of
games to make us have a nice time, and I
am sure there were none in the whole
party who didn't enjoy themselves.
When the afternoon was nearly gone,
and some of the younger ones were won-
dering when the real party, the supper,
you know, was to come, Uncle Jack ap-
peared with his camera, and before we
knew it had all our pictures taken. We
were divided into little groups in different
parts of the grounds, so of course there
were a number of pictures taken. As
this is a group of the smallest members
of our party we send it to the ANNUAL
that all our little friends who read its
pages may get an idea of how some
others of its readers look.
All in the group are not able to read;


but those who know how are always
ready to read aloud to those who have
not yet learned.

AIr Old-Fashioned Concert.
Miss EMMA is singing a song at an old-
fashioned concert. Her dress is of the
long ago, and her hair is done up in
the same old style. The song is an old
one too; but she sings it very sweetly,
and is very loudly encored when it is fin-
ished.

How to be Just
IN our judgments of one another, from
the most severe condemnation to the
lightest criticism, only the power of im-
agination can enable us to be just. Only
as we can put ourselves in the place of
the one we censure, conceiving of his
circumstances, his temptations, his dispo-
sition, and his present state of mind, can
we hope to approach any true estimate of
his offence.







The Pet Dove.


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The Pet Dove.

MARIE DUVAL lived in a small room in
the garret of an old tumble-down house
in one of the back streets of Paris.
Both father and mother were dead, and
Marie bought her food and few clothes,
as well as paid her small rent, from her
modest earnings at making artificial flow-
ers.
Poor and lonely indeed, the French girl
lived her sad life in the little garret room,
until one day a beautiful dove flew in at
her window, and settled herself on a chair
near Marie's side. The poor bird seemed
frightened, as if she had been pursued by
a hawk or some other enemy. But she
was \.-i-r tame, and had lilely been some-
-body's pe .
You cannot tell how happy the coming.
.of that little dove made the poor girl;
she fed and petted the" little creature,
while every moment she feared the dpve


would fly out of the window and sh,
should see her no more. But her visit
seemed to like her new home, and gavy
no sign of flying away.
There she still lives, brightening th
life of her mistress so,much that the hom
coming to the little room is looked for
ward to with pleasure, instead of dreac
as it used to be a few months ago.


Favors.
THESE young'people are at a party, an
are having a pleasant time.
They have been dancing the germar
and the pretty caps they have on are th
favors they have received. They kno,
they are becornin.;, so wear them with ur
concern; had they been the -close-fittin
skull* caps,.'or other equally ill-lookin
head-dresses sometimes used, they woul
have torn them off long before this.







Willie and Kss Pet.


Willie and His Pet.
WILLIE is just going to bed; and
Bunny has come up to bid him good-
night.
Mamma allows her little boy to have
his pet with him for a few minutes
before he goes to sleep; and Willie en-
joys the privilege very much. He would
gladly have the rabbit stay there all
night, and has often begged mamma to
let Bunny sleep with him,-but of course
she could never consent to this, though
she is the most indulgent of mammas.
One of Willie's favorite amusements is
to lie across the bed, so as to see him-
self in the glass,-as he is doing this
minute,-and try to get Bunny to look
in too; but his pet has no vanity, so he
seldom cares to see himself.
Is he now looking at the pretty picture
his little master and himself make in the
glass ? It almost seems as if he is.

Simplicity.
NOTHING is more pleasing in youth
than simplicity in manner and dress. A


gentle; modest mien, low voice, and sunny
smile, are attractions within the reach of
all. It only requires a fair amount of
patience and self control to acquire any or
all of them, and when we remember that
they have in themselves as much value as
a beautiful face or form, it seems strange
that more do not strive to possess them.
How much more pleasing is the sub-
ject of our picture in her simple muslin
kerchief, and wavy hair wound in a knoi:
at the back of the head, than she could
have been in any of the over-trimmed
tight-fitting dresses so common on our
streets.. -If girls could realize how much
more graceful and pleasing the plain, long
braid of shining hair and the simple
dresses of childhood, are to the majority
of people, they would not be in such
haste to change them for the less artis-
tic styles of older people;
My dear girl friends, wear your simple
braid as long as you can, and with it the
short dresses of childhood ; but when
you are forced to give them up, let
both hair and dress be the setting to the
face; which, be it ever so plain, has the
charm of youth,-a certain freshness and
sweetness,-which no amount of fine dress-
ing can bring to the woman of maturer
years. Keep your mind and head .pure
and a beautiful face will be sure to be
added to these.

NOTHING ought to be pleasanter or
more exalting to our minds than social
intercourse ; and this can be made pleas-
ant by the dueyobservance of good
manners. When we come to look back
upon our lives, we must own, every one
of us, that we have liked those of
our acquaintance the best who have
dravn -out the most of the good that is
in us, who have Kkindled the strongest
'desire to increase ouroknowledge and to
raise the:standard of our thoughts.








How Did it Happen?

The girls themselves, and even their cos.
tumes-excepting, perhaps, the cap, would
not look so very strange if seen to-day;
but the quaint old porch, with its slender,
1 fluted columns and finely carved cornice,
-"- ;are not often found in houses of the pres-
t -ent day.
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Whether they clamber up the back porch
-- of the rich man's elegant residence, or
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-- window by some quiet country wayside.
'' What is it, think you, that these girls
are talking about? Possibly of some
How Did it Happen ? stately Colonial party, to which they are
invited, or perchance to which they have
How did it happen ?" asked mamma, recently been. It may be of some beau
when she had assured herself that baby who has found favor in their eyes, but
was not hurt by his fall. whom we only think of as a grave mid-
And that was just the question Dolly die-aged statesman, quite forgetting he
asked herself when she had time to think, once was young. Does it ever occur
The carriage pushed so very easily that to you that George Washington, Thomas
she thought it would be nice to give baby Jefferson, or Daniel Webster, were once
Ned a little ride, while nurse ran into the boys much like those in your midst,
house for the robe; and somehow the and with no more chance of becoming
curbstone was too near that must have great than you have to-day ?
been it. There is a chance for every one to
Baby Ned gave one or two terrific rise in this world, and goodness of heart,
roars when it happened, because he was brains, and common sense are sure to
startled at being so suddenly landed on win success, if you but give them the
the ground with his carriage overturned chance.
by his side ; but he wasn't hurt, and so
soon scrambled to his feet, and made the THERE are two wavs of beino hannv.


most of his liberty by stepping directly
into a puddle of water which chanced to
stand in a broken part of the sidewalk.
When nurse rescued him, he cried
much longer than before ; for now he
was taken away from what seemed to
him the best of fun.


iirls of a Hundred Years Ago.

THIS pretty scene gives us a fair idea
of a garden tete-a-tete of a century ago.


We may either diminish our wants, or
augment our means. The result is the
same; and it is for each man to decide
for himself, and to do that which may
happen to be the easier.

KIND I politeness is the late., fruit of
advanced reflection ; it is a sort of human-
ity applied to small actions and daily
speech; it bids man soften himself to-
wards others, and forget himself for
others; i'fonstrains pure nature, which is
-selfish andkcoarse.






A Gift for Mamma.


A Gift for Mamma.


DELIA and Mike are the children of a
nice Irish woman who for many years
lived as cook with Miss Taber, a rich
maiden lady. Her former mistress has
not forgotten. the trustworthy servant,
though she has been away from her sev-
eral years; and now takes a strong inter-
est in Delia and Mike for their good
mother's sake.
Every pleasant Saturday the children
go up to the "great house," as Miss
Taber's home is called at the cottage,
and inquire for the lady's health. Then
if not engaged, the mistress has the
young girl come up to her room, where
she often teaches her to sew or knit.
When at last'the time comes for Delia
to go home, it is seldom that she goes
empty-handed. A bit of cold chicken, or
cake, or a basketful of fruit or nice veg-
etables, is sent to mamma by the kind


lady. To-day a dish of cherries and a
basket of cauliflower are intended for
mamma's Sunday dinner. Mike will take
the basket when they leave the hall, but
he is a timid little fellow, and is strangely
shy even in the presence of Miss Taber's
servant, whom he knows and likes very
well.



"That's Enough."

THAT'S enough, Ted; its deep
enough for her to swim, I guess," says
little Sally Sproat to her brother, who is
pouring water from the pitcher into what
they are playing is the river.
They went down to the shore a few
nights ago to see brother Charlie swim,
and have conceived the idea that it will
be a very good plan to have Rosy do
the same. So they have filled one of
mother's wash-tubs with water from the
pump, and put Miss Rosy into it to try
her skill at swimming. King William and
Queen Mary being smaller, are quietly
bathing in the watering-pot as you see.
Poor Rosy's cloth body and brightly
painted legs are already suffering much
more than her little mistress thinks, and
we fear Sally will be sorely troubled
when she finds that the beautiful blue
stockings and red shoes of which she has
been so proud, have lost most of their
color, and are all streaked and striped
after her swim.


IT is unquestionably a great truth that,
in any exile or chaos whatsoever, sor-
row was not given us for sorrow's sake,
but always and infallibly as a lesson to
us, from which we are to learn some-
what, and which, the somewhat once
learned, ceases to be sorrow.









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MABEL HENRY has a new pony, and
her brother George is teaching her to
ride.
Down the long lane horse and rider
go, almost creeping along, while George
walks quietly beside them, ever ready tc
give assistance to his fair sister should
she need it. Already she has learned to
sit with ease on her new possession, and
in a few more lessons will probably be
able to ride at a rate of speed which will
leave her unselfish brother far behind.


Years Ago.

HANGING 'mid green leaves,
Over our head,
Cherries are growing
So sweet and red,


Cluster on cluster,
Row upon row,
Just as they grew for us,
Years ago.
Up 'mid the green leaves,
Over our head,
Robin is pluming
His breast so red,
Singing and picking
In sunshine's glow,
Just as one sang for us,
Years ago.
Up 'mid the green leaves
Over our head,
Somebody's climbing
'Mid cherries red,
Laughing and swinging,
Heart, you know,
Just as we used to,
Years ago.


Raking the Salt Hay.
IN some parts of Europe the girls are
of quite as much use as the boys in
getting in the crops. This is principally
true in getting the salt hay.
When the hay is ready to be cut, all
the members of the family go to the
scene of action; and while the men mow,
the women and girls rake up the fragrant
grass into long winrows, out of reach of
the in-coming tide.
When the distance is long they go
prepared to stay several days on the hay
field. In such cases, when the grass is
dry, they take it home in their boats;
frequently being obliged to make several
trips to the field in order to harvest the
whole crop.
This work is not looked upon as tire-
some, and lots of fun they have, you may
be sure, as they sing and laugh, while
gathering with their long-handled rakes
the stray bits of wet and shining grass.









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ET your map and perhaps you can find the island of New
Guinea. Ah, here it is, lying near the equator and extending
several hundred miles south of that. This island is worth our
study. It is about four times as large as the six New England
states. Of course, no frost is known in that region-the trees
P are always green, the-flowers always blooming. Here we find
the banana, the palm, the cocoanut and fruits in abundance. Our picture
shows the banana tree in front and a couple of cocoanut trees in the rear.
These trees usually surround the homes of the East India man. They are
chosen not for ornament and shade but for their fruit. These fruits are not the
most abundant and cheapest in the island, yet almost any other could be gotten
along without much better than they.
The banana is to the East India people what bread is to the Americans.








The cocoanut not only furnishes them food but its oil is used for light and a
cooling, pleasant drink is also obtained from it. 4The houses in that part of the
world are very much alike. The poorer class-and those include nearly all the
people -build entirely with bamboo and roof with palm leaves.,. No sound of
hammer is heard in building these houses; a saw and hatchet is all that is
needed. The saw cuts the poles into a required length. The hatchet splits
and dresses those that are to be used for siding and floor. The posts are set
&rmly in the ground a few feet apart and some eight feet above the surface.
The first and only floor is laid a few feet above the ground; the rafters are set
at a moderate pitch. The poles and slats are tied together when necessary.
The palm leaf shingles that are then put upon them are fastened in the same
way. The leaves which are used for this purpose are from the mangrove; they
are long and narrow and while green are bent over a stick about three feet long,
so as to lie in courses. One of these leaf roofs, when laid well, will last from
eight to ten years without leaking. The houses have no windows. Upon nne
side is a door that can be opened and shut at pleasure; this door is made 'of
basket work and serves to let in the light. The lower story of the house is
never enclosed. This is, they say, due to a fear of the overflow of rivers, the
fear of wild beasts and serpents and also the thought that sickness results from
living and sleeping on the ground. It would seem that this mode of building is
rather a habit than anything else, as in every locality, even where there is no
danger of overflow from water or where are no serpents or wild beasts, the houses
are built in the same way. If a native is asked why the houses are built so high,
the usual answer is, "Our houses are frail and we build high to keep away from
robbers." The door is reached by a light narrow ladder, which by night is
drawn up, and with the door tied the natives feel quite secure. No fire is ever
built in one of these dwellings; the cooking is done outside. The furniture is
very meagre indeed; it seldom exceeds two or three grass mats, a couple of rush
pillows, a rice pot and frying pan of earthenware, a betel box and a spittoon.
The cost of these houses is not very great. They seldom exceed $12 or $15,
and one native reported to his employer, after an absence of four days, "that
he had married a wife and built and furnished a house, all at an expense of $6.oo."
Not all the people of New Guinea are fortunate enough to have houses. Thou-
sands live, year in and year out, without a roof of their own to give them shelter,
with only the ground for their bed and the sky for covering. Nature has pro-
vided so abundantly for these people that they are but little disposed to provide
for themselves.











































"Do!" said the


living the ee.

HE bees have swarmed," said Hal, as he rushed into the
kitchen where his mother was at work.
"What shall we do? Your father will not be at
home for several hours," said the mother.
"Do! Why, I can hive them," said Hal. "I
watched papa hive the other swarm."
house-maid, before Hal had finished--"I'll tell you what to









&, Drum on pans and pails. Make all the noise you can, so they will alight
Tha:f's the way Carrie Barnes did when her bees swarmed. Her mother and
all the rest drummed on tin pans."
1lal went to the barn for a new hive, and the children got pans and pails
and went to drumming with sticks. The house-maid got an old stove-pipe and
laid it across a broken cart-wheel and she drummed, making more noise than
all the rest.
"Oh, what a racket!" said Hal, as he dusted the hive and wet the inside
with sweetened water.
What the bees thought of the noise I do not know, but they soon began to
settle upon a raspberry-bush. I really think they went there because their
queen led them, but the house-maid thought it was because of the noise they
made.
Whi.l the children saw that the dark bunch grew larger and larger on the
raspberry-oush Hal put his father's bee-veil over his hat, buttoned his coat to
the chin over it, and then drew on long gauntlet gloves.
"Now I'm ready for the bees," said Hal.
"I vish I had a veil," said Ruby.
"I'm going to crawl into this gunny-sack," said little Ned, "and look
through the holes."
Then all the little children pulled gunny-sacks over their heads, arms and
hands, and ran up close to the bees while Hal was hiving them.
Hal worked very gently. He pried up the bush. Taking hold of the top
of it with one hand he put the other hand under the roots and lifted the whole
mass of bees over the hive. He gave it a quick shake, which dropped the most
of them into the hive.
With great care and delicate touches he brushed the bees away from the
edge of the hive and replaced the cover.
"I don't believe I have killed three bees," said Hal, delighted with his
success. "I believe we should have lost that swarm if it had not been for you,
Hal.," added his mother.
"You mean if we hadn't drummed on the pans," cried the house-maid.
When Hal's father came his boy tried to look sober as he said: "Papa,
the bees swarmed two hours ago!"
His father looked at him a minute, adding: "And you have hived them?"
"Yes, sir," said -al, with sparkling eyes.
"You have done a good thing," replied his father, proudly.
His father gave him that hive of bees, from which he has raised many
others.
-MRs. O. HOWARD.










1-I-I, see that pretty moss Q,,-F
I'.- It is like a star!" ~. '-
*- It was clinging to a
rock by the sea-shore.
It was not moss, but an animal. r.
"It is a sea-star, Nellie, or a A .
star-fish, as some pe ple call it. :
Take it in your hand. You will -- -
not be hurt." -. 4 -
"Why, Uncle John, he is all
rigs. Where are his eyes and -
1i :e?" ::3e.
"The sea-star has neither eyes, no-e, n,:ir etir- N -
in fact he has no head at all. The little teele .- n v-l
you call his legs are really all the i-, -:4.i nd arm- he hi:. t
His mouth and stomach are all the :i:--."
"Oh, lho\v funny!"
"Yes, he is a curious animal. When he has finished one meal some of
those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for another."
"And what does he have to eat?"
"Well, Miss Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are. Though he seems
o0 feeble, the strongest shell-fish cannot escape him. He sends a poisonous
juice through the valves of the oyster, which makes him onen his shell. Then
the sea-star has a fine feast!"
"The wicked creature!"
"Yes, the oyster fishermen are no friends of the star-fish.. But he makes
a pretty ornament when dried. Do you want to take him home?" .
"I am afraid of being poisoned."
'I will tell you what to do. Place him in this little wooden box. I will
bore some holes in it. Then put him down over an ant's nest. They will
prepare him nicely for you. His poison does not harm the ants. Perhaps
there are ant doctors who cure them."
-KHAM.










dJulhete.


ID you ever own a nice horse who was full of fun and mischief
Sand whose eye seemed to have a laugh in it? Let me tell you
About such a one. She was as black as jet; she had a
S white star in her face, and a white stocking on her left hind
foot. She was round and plump and very quick in her motions.
She could trot, rack, pace and run, and under the saddle was a
charmer. Her name was Juliette. As a colt she took the lead
Sin mischief.
She could untie a bow-knot even when the end of the strap
was put through the bow and drawn up tightly. But she was not so foolish as
to do this when there was no occasion. But omit feeding her when the other


horses were fed, and then step out of the barn for a few moments; suddenly
return, and she would be found untied and in a stall with another horse, helpirg
herself to his grain. She had three associates, whom she led into mischief in
the night. She would open the barn-door, which was fastened with a hook and
staple; open the barn-yard gate by drawing out the pin that held it. She









world let down the bars with her teeth, and lead her three trusting companions
into the grain field. There they would be found in the morning, while she had
returned to the barn before the boys were up. She had such an innocent look
when she had been on these excursions that it would call forth one's admira-
tion. When I rode her to bring back the colts she seemed to know what we
were after. She would go quite direct to where those wicked colts could be
found, and we would chase them home in a hurry.
One night a mysterious noise was heard at the barn. Horse-thieves were.
not unknown, and, as we had the best horses in the neighborhood, great anxiety
was felt. Father drew himself softly out of his warm bed. Revolver in hand,
he went carefully and quietly out of the house, followed by a courageous bull-
dog.
You can imagine his astonishment when, instead of finding horse-thieves,
he found Juliette standing with the raised pump-handle in her mouth trying to
pump water, while the three colts, with unbounded confidence in her ability,
stood at the trough watching her with expectant eyes.
-CHILION B. ALLEN.
V. V -, --
%* At--^l-^^


(he b ufting.


HESTNUTS are ripe-
Are ripe, and now from the prickly
burr
The brown nuts fall,
And bound
To the ground
With a twinkling sound,
Where the woodlawn folk are camped around,
At the end of the pasture wall,
With tongues that chatter and wings that whir,
Birds in feathers and hearts in fur-
Squirrel and jay,
And chipmunk gay-
They scrape, and scamper, and scold and play.
While the little white worm in the midst of
the storm
Grows fat on his diet and laughs at them all.


Chestnuts are ripe-
Are ripe, and now when berries are few
The brown nuts fall,
And here,
With a cheer,
From far and near,
In the sparkling sun the boys appear
At the end of the pasture wall;
Bitten with brambles, washed in dew,
Ruddy and brown, a barefoot crew,
Each with his sack
Like a peddler's pack,
They climb, and shake, and cudgel, and
thwack,
But the little white worm in the midst of the
storm
Feasts on the kernel and laughs at them all










n pew afind of pun.
HERE was a great racket out in the back-yard, cries of distress,
shouts of merriment and loud laughter. Mrs. Harley rushed to the
window in time to see Joe rolling on the ground, kicking his heels in
0 the air and fairly roaring with delight, while Bennie, the picture of
mortal terror, was running toward the house as if all the witches were
after him.
"Why, my poor little mouse, what does this mean?" was mamma's aston-
ished inquiry to the funny object that appeared on the threshold a moment later.
"It means, mamma," Bennie gasped, as he bent a dripping, yellow head
forward and stuck out his arms akimbo,
"means-that-I'm almost drowned,"
and a righteous stream of indignant
tears joined the others that were run-
ning to the ground.
"Drowned Where could you
drown, dear?" and mamma's alarm
took flight in a hearty laugh.
"It isn't anything to laugh at.
S 7oe did it!" while sobs and groans fol-
lowed at the recollection of his wrongs.
"Tell Joe to come here."
"Now that sounds like business,"
thought Bennie, and, wiping his eyes
with alacrity, he started on his pleasant
errand.
.JOE PUeSHFED.'" "Here he is, mamma," was the
triumphant announcement, as he shortly reappeared in the doorway,. holding
his elder brother by the arm.
"My son, what have you been doing to your little brother?" but Joe only
hung his head. "Tell me instantly; what have you been doing, I say ?"
"Why-I was-only having a little fun, that was all." The voice was very
meek indeed for Joe.
"Having a little fun? You may tell me what you call fun, if you please."
"Well, it wasn't anything, only the cow's water-pail was standing out in the
yard, and Bennie came and stuck his head in to take a drink, and









I only stepped up behind him and gave him a little dip, that was all," and Joe
looked up into the stern face inquiringly.
"It wasn't all; he pushed me clear to the bottom of the pail," objected
Bennie, indignantly.
"If I can't have a little fun i think it is a pretty thing,"' sulked Joe.
"It seems to me you have had a good deal of fun lately," said his mother,
gravely. "It is quite time for me to have mine now. Come into the kitchen."
Joe humbly obeyed, wondering what his mother could mean, and Bennie
followed, determined to miss nothing.
"Fill that wash-dish full of water." Matters began to look a little serious.
"Now I want to see how you enjoy the kind of fun you are continually having
with others," and Mrs. Harley, as she spoke, plunged Joe's head once, twice,
three times into the water, giving it so generous a "dip" each time that even
Bennie could ask for no more.
"Now, Joe, how do you like the 'fun'?" asked his mother quietly, standing
off a few step. and looking at him fixedly.
"I would t have minded it," gasped Joe, "if you had ducked me only once,
but it seems to me that three times running is a good deal."
"I intended it should be," replied his mother, with decision. "I was set-
tling up a little back p; j that was due you. I have discovered that your fun is
always at the expense of some one else. Do you remember the fun you had at
your sister's lawn party last summer, when you turned the hose on her new
white dress and spoiled all her pleasure? Then when you were sent into the
house, do you remember how you amused yourself by stretching a string across
the hall and seeing how many persons would trip over it? You enjoy chasing
your little brother with the poker, and occasionally giving him a 'dip,' as you
call it."
"0 mamma, don't tell any more things. I can't bear to have you speak to
ime in that way. It doesn't seem one bit like you," and poor Joe hid his burning
face in his hands and began to sob in good earnest.
"I do not believe you have realized how cruel these sports of yours are at
times, nor how this selfish habit is growing upon you," said his mother, sooth-
ingly, as she stroked his bowed head.
"I never will do so again, never," came back in smothered tones. "Oh, I
ever knew how mean I was before; indeed I didn't!"
Bennie, quite satisfied by this time with the justice meted out to the
culprit, drew near, and, thrusting his little hands into his pockets, concluded
the scene by saying, with a lofty air: "Boy, I'll forgive you this time, but
remember you might have drowned me!"
TULIA H. THAYKv










(The cst \Va-.

OW hot the July sun poured down Will rested on his hoe
handle, and drew his sleeve across his face to wipe off the mois-
ture. Such a lot of potatoes to hoe! He looked back at the
rows he had hoed, and then over at what there was still to hoe.
A sullen look crept into his face, but he worked on. At the end
of the long row he halted and, flinging the hoe in the furrow, sat
down in the shade of the tall corn thac was nodding its tassels in the fitful
breeze.
I don't believe there ever was a boy that had such hard times as I do,"
he muttered to himself. "It's just work, work, work, work, from morning till
night. I'm sick of it," and Will pushed back his hat and leaned against the
old basket to think it over, and build castles about what he meant to do by
and by. When he grew to be a man, he wouldn't work on a farm all day; he
would live in a fine house like Mr. Brown's, with a great spreading lawn and
tall shade trees in front; he knew just how it looked, for he went by there
almost every time on his way to town. Once he had seen a little boy just his
own size out in the yard, reading in a book, and how he wished he could change
places with him. He would have a span of gray ponies, too, such as he had seen
Mr. Brown driving out of the great gate. So he went on planning and thinking,
till the minutes crept into half an hour-a whole hour-or more. Suddenly
Will was startled at a rustle near him in the corn, and springing up, he saw
Uncle Esek looking at him with a peculiar twinkle in his eyes.
Uncle Esek was no real relation to Will. He was an old, weatherbeaten
man who lived in a little log house a mile up the road from Will's home. He
was shrewd and keen, and by his kindly words, spoken at just the right moment,
he often helped many a perplexed boy out of his troubles.
Well, what is it?" said Uncle Esek, glancing down at the hoe and then
at Will's flushed face, from which the discontented look had not yet faded
away.
Will looked as if he would rather not tell, not feeling sure what answer
Uncle Esek would give him; but at last he said: "Don't you think it's mean to
make a boy work all the while, anyhow? When I get to be a man, I shan't do
anything I don't want to," and he looked up rather defiantly; then he told. what
he had been planning.
'Well," said Unr,le Esek in his slow, quiet way, "I can remember when










Mr. Brown was a little boy like you, and didn't live in half as good a house as
yours. He haa to work just as hard as you do, too."
W'il looked surprised.
"Yes," continued the old man, "he worked just as hard; but he didn't fret
abc~- it, and stop to build castles in the air when he ought to have been'at
work. 'The hand of the diligent maketh rich,' the good Book says, and I
think you will find this true. And there is another verse: 'Seest thou a man
diligent in his business, he shall stand before kings, he shall not stand before
mean men.
"But Mr. Brown don't 'stand before kings,'" urged Will.
"No," said Uncle Esek, "but everybody respects him and values his good
opinion."
Will picked up his hoe thoughtfully, while Uncle Esek continued: "Every-
thing in this world worth the having costs something. We always have to pay
all that a thing is worth before we get it. If we want money we must work for
it; if we want to be wise, we must study hard and think a great deal; if we
want to have an easy time when we are old we must work for it when we are
boys."
"Maybe that's so," said Will. 'I never thought of it before. But anyhow
you can fix it, I don't like to hoe potatoes, though I suppose it will have to be
done," and he moved slowly toward his unfinished work.
"That's right," said the old man, looking after him; "do the things that are
waiting right at hand to be done. And after all, my boy, it doesn't make so
much difference what we work at, though it is a great deal pleasanter to do
what we enjoy; but it is the way in which we do the work that makes men of
us.


Pove One nc nofher.


T was Saturday night, and two child-
ren small
Sat on the stairs in a lighted hall,
.m 1 Vexed and troubled and sore per-
plexed
To learn the Sunday's forgotten text;
Only three words on a gilded card,
But bo>h children declared it hard.

"'Love,' that is easy-it means, why, this"-
(A warm embrace and a loving kiss);


"But 'one another,' I don't sec wiuO
Is meant by 'another'-now, May, do you?
Very grandly she raised her head,
Our thoughtful darling, and slowly said,
As she fondly smiled on the little brothel.
"'Why, I am one, and you are another,
And this is the meaning-don't you see?-
That I must love you, and you must love meC.
Wise little preacher, could any sage
Interpret better the sacred page?









@oinqg lrong rakes aabjy trouble.

T was long after supper time. I am sure of this, because Hannah
had cleared off the table, and gone into the kitchen to write a let-
ter home to Sweden; and there was no one in the dining-room ex-
cepting a mouse that was lazily picking up crumbs the baby had
dropped. Besides all this, I know in another way, too; for the
baby was fast asleep in his bed up-stairs.
It is perfectly ridiculous for me to call him the baby, because he was really
a big boy half-past five years old, but everybody called him that, so I must, I
suppose.
Mamma came into the hali, ..:d what do you suppose she saw there the
very first thing? It was nothing more or
Less than a big iron engine, with a red
smokestack, and only three wheels. It
must have had four wheels at first, but
--now it just got along the best way it
I .. could on three. Now, that engine did
~-. not belong to baby at all; and mamma
guessed just right when she suspected
that her boy had taken it that very
afternoon when he was over playing
S with Jim Boggs. I tell you what
mamma did not like that at all, so
--she started up-stairs with all her
-might.
"Baby!"
But nothing stirred under the bed-clothes.
Ba-by !"
CJmp!"
"Are you awake?"
"Perhaps so; to-morrow.
"No, now."
By this time he was sitting up in bed, trying to rub his eyes open with his
eight fingers and two thumbs.
Mamma was standing there with the candle, and looking just as savage as
that particular mamma could possibly look.
Baby, whose engine is that down-stairs?"
6 ,








"You mean, mamma, the one with the red smokestack, and only three
legs ?"
Yes," said mamma, "that's the very one."
"Well, then," replied the baby, as he settled down into bed again. "that
b'longs to Jim."
"Did he say you could have it?"
The baby thought for quite a long time, and then said: "Seems to me he
didn't; I expect I just took it."
"Come," said mamma, putting down the candle, "you must get right up
and take it back."
"But I haven't got any clothes on," said the baby.
No difference," said mamma, "you can dress, and I'll stay here to button
your shoes."
"Oh, dear!"
But he had to do it, i can tell you; and, when he came down-stairs, there
was the engine quite ready to be taken home.
"Have I got to go all alone?" And the little boy opened the front door,
and looked out. The lights were burning in the streets, but, phew! wasn't it
dark between them?
I tell you what," said mamma as her cold, stony heart softened a lit:Ie at
last, I'll stay here by the window, and perhaps you can see all the way over."
Well, and so-Oh, yes, then the baby clattered down the front steps; and,
after running straight into the big lilac bush at the corner of the house, and
almost going head-first over the big stone down in the driveway, he looked
around, and there was mamma, sure enough, standing and waving good-by.
Pretty tough!" said baby to himself; but he tramped on over the hill, and
down to the fence that ran across Jim's back yard. He crawled through, and
went on tiptoe up the steps to the door.
Guess I'll just leave it and run home," said the little boy to himself, but
he looked across and there was mamma still standing in the window.
No, I guess I wont," he said; and so he rang the bell. The minute the
girl opened the door, he heard Jim crying almost like mad, way up-stairs.
"Here's Jim's engine, and I stold it; and I guess he's crying for that, and I'm
sorry, and I'm going home-"
And the next thing they saw was a little boy scurrying across the back-
yard, through the fence, and over the hill. And I tell you another thing, too-
that little chap 'did not stop till he was safe in his mamma's arms again. This
makes two times that I'm gone to bed in only one night," said the baby. "And,
mamma, I'm sorry 'bout that engine."









"That's all right now, my little man, and I don't believe all this will hap-
uen again."
Well, I rather 'spect not."
So mamma leaned over and kissed him softly, for she saw his eyes were
almost shut up tight.
Had only three legs, anyway," said the baby, as he tucked the clothes
close up under his chin, and so fell asleep.






0o ie's Trouble.

ITTLE Josie Brown was sent to the store for a bottle of shoe-
dressing. He didn't care to go just then, so he rushed out of
the house in a bad temper. After getting the bottle he was re-
turning in the same ugly fashion, not looking at all where he was
going. He happened to come to a slippery part of the pave-
ment, and down he fell, dropping the bottle on the ground. Of
course it broke, and the contents splashed all over his face, his
hands and his clothes. In terror he flew home, and ran scream-
ing to his mother. Seeing that he was about to throw himself on her lap, she
cried out in alarm: "Don't come near me."
Mrs. Brown was making a new silk dress, and she naturally objected to it
being soiled by shoe-dressing.
Then Josie screamed all the more, and his two little brothers, who were
present, thinking that their mother was frightened, began to scream too. This
woke the baby, who joined in the dismal chorus.
The sound was heard in the street, and some foolish people quickly gave
an alarm of fire. In a very short time engines were in front of the house.
This made such an uproar that Mrs. Brown wondered for a moment what it all
meant. When she did understand it herself she found it difficult to make
every body else understand what had happened. Then she found it still more
difficult to quiet her three frightened little children.
Don't you think that was a great deal of trouble for one boy to cause his
dear mamma? Josie thought so when he was calm enough to think at all, and
I believe he tries to be more careful now when he is sent to the store.
-S. JENNIE SMxIa








.he jcerlan rMail.

OW many of our little readers who find the mail delivered at
0 their door every morning, or can get it by simply calling at
the post-office, ever think of the way in which letters and
S apers were carried across the continent before railroads were
built there ?Up to the year 1867 the only means of carrying
mail from the Mississippi River to the coast was by means
of coaches, or horsemen. The stage coaches of those days were very
large and strong, as they needed to be to stand the rough usage which
they received. They were drawn by six horses and traveled at a rapid
rate; about every fifteen miles were relays-as they were termed-
that is, horses were kept at these points, and when the coach dashed
up with its six foaming steeds, fresh horses were attached, and the
coach went on to the next post. These coaches carried not only mail,
valuable packages, but passengers as well. The coach would carry twenty pas-
sengers very comfortably inside and out. The route lay through a country full
of savages and the stage was frequently attacked by them. At such times
driver and passenger knew that they could expect no mercy and fierce battles
often ensued. The coach, however, contained a guard of armed men to pro-
tect the passengers from the savages, yet in many instances this was not suffi-
cient, and oftentimes not a single passenger escaped to tell the story.
It was my lot once to ride on the overland coach from Omaha to Denver.
We had but about two days journey before us, and we were all congratulating
ourselves upon our good fortune in having escaped the savages so far. The driver
was a silent man, somewhat past middle age, and seemed to have but little to
say; his whole attention seemed to be directed to his steeds. As we were roll-
ing merrily along one morning chatting gaily, the driver said, "There are tracks
on the roadside and you may all look for a little brush with the savages before
the day closes." The guards seemed to believe there were savages before us,
and as we saw them looking carefully to the priming of their guns and examin-
ing their cartridge boxes to see that they were full, we became somewhat sober.
We did not, however, forget to look to our arms-such as we had. But a short
time passed ere the driver spied a single savage some distance ahead. He said
nothing-but gathering the reins carefully in his hands, and putting his big
whip where he could use it, he urged the horses onward; after a few moments
we. saw another savage, then another-and in less time than it takes to teP the
atury we saw ahead of us a large band of mounted savages. There was noth.









ing to do but to make the most of it. and whipping up the horses to their utmost
speed he undertook to go past the terrible foe.
The savages were armed with bows and arrows and, of course, could stand
but little show against the superior weapons of the guards. A single volley
from the guards scattered them somewhat, and it was with real pleasure we
.saw several of their number fall from their horses. The savages did not pro-
pose to let us off so easily, however, and soon returned; then began a hand to
hand fight. There were at least two hundred of them and only a dozen of us.
Their arrows fell thick and fast among us, but the savages were too wary to
come too close to the death-dealing guns of our men. We soon saw that if our
horses could only hold out that all would be well, and it was indeed a sight to
scd the care with which the driver handled them. He did not seem to notice
the savages or their arrows, but gave his whole attention to his team. The
chase continued for some miles and we thought we would surely escape, but
the savages seemed to realize thaf it was now or never with them, and again
came on with the most unearthly yells and a volley of arrows to which all
their previous assaults had been light indeed.
We met them resolutely. Finding that they could not capture us in any
other way they turned their attention to the horses and soon one of the leaders
fell-to the ground wounded with some of their arrows; as he fell the other horses
ran over him, and in an instant all was confusion. The driver succeeded in
stopping his team and we doubled our efforts to keep the savages away. As
soon as the coach was stopped and our men could aim more carefully the savages
realized there was no hope for them, and a few volleys put them to flight, leav-
ing a score of dead and wounded behind them. When the coast was clear we
dismounted, straightened out the horses as best we could and went on after
shooting the horse which the Indians had wounded so severely. We reached
our journey's end without further danger, but you can rest assured that no one
of us ever cared to again ride on the Overland Mail.













FIENDISH CHARACTER OF INDIANS ILLUSTRATED

BOUT the time of the American revolution, and shortly after,
Sthe northwestern portion of Virginia was frequently over-
run by parties of Shawnee Indians, who committed all sorts
of atrocities upon the dwellers in that region. Among these residents
was a Mr. Moore, with his family.
On the i4th of July, 1786, early in the morning, a gang of horses
had come in from the lick-blocks, about one hundred yards from the
house, and Mr. Moore had gone out to salt them. Two men, also,
who were living with him, had gone out, and were reaping wheat.
Thirty Indians, who were lying in ambush watching the house at the
time, supposing that all the men were absent, availed themselves of
the opportunity, and rushed forward with all their speed. As they
advanced they commenced firing, and killed three of the children-
William and Rebecca, who were returning from the spring, and Alex-
ander, in the yard.
Mr. Moore attempted to get to the house, but finding it sur-
rounded, ran past it through a small pasture in which the house stood.
When he reached the fence he made a halt, and was shot through with
seven bullets. The Indians said he might have escaped if he had not
stopped on the fence. After he was shot he ran about forty yards
and fell. He was then scalped by the Indians and afterwards buried
by the whites at the place where the body lay, and where his grave
may yet be seen. It was thought that when he saw his family about
to be massacred, without the possibility of rendering them any assist-
ance, he chose to share a like fate.
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fiercest one was killed. The two men who were reaping, hearing the
alarm and seeing the house surrounded, fled, and alarmed the settle-
ment. At that time the nearest family was six miles distant. As soon
as the alarm was given, Mrs. Moore and Miss Martha Ivans, who was
living in the family, helping them to spin, barred the door, but this
was of no avail. There was no man in the house except John
Simpson, an old Englishman, and he was on the loft sick, and in bed.
There were five or six guns in the house, but having been shot off the
evening before, they were then empty. It was intended to have
loaded them after breakfast. Martha Ivans took two of them and
went up stairs where Simpson was, and, handing them to him, told him
to shoot. He looked up, but had been shot in the head through a
crack, and was then near his end.
Martha then went to a far end of the house, lifted up a loose plank,
and went under the floor. Polly Moore, a child of about eight years,
hid behind some barrels in the loft. In the meantime, the Indians
cut. down the door and entered the house. Mrs. Moore and her chil-
dren, John, Jane and Peggy, were soon secured. An Indian then went:
up into the loft, where he found Polly, almost frightened to death,.
huddled behind the barrels.
The Indians then left the house with their prisoners; and Martha,
thinking they had gone away entirely, came from her hiding-place, ran.
out and got behind a log, not far from the house. The Indians were:
still about, trying to catch the horses, and preparing to set the dwell-
ing and out-houses on fire. Martha believing that one of them saw
her behind the log, got up and ran towards a small building near the
dwelling, used as a tool-house. As she reached the door, an Indian
threw his tomahawk at her. The weapon buried itself in the door,
near Martha's head, and she was uninjured. She then reflected that
escape was impossible, and gave herself up, at which the Indian seemed
very much pleased. The houses were then set on fire.











The whole party then set out for the Indian towns. Perceiving
that John Moore was a boy, \veak in body and mind, and unable to
travel, they killed him the first day. The babe, Margaret, they took
two or three days, but, it being fretful on account of a wound it had
received, they dashed its brains out against a tree. They then moved
on with haste to their towns. For some time it was usual to tie very
securely each of the prisoners at night, and for a warrior to lie beside
each of tlem with a tomahawk in hand, so that in case of pursuit the
prison:.rs might be speedily dispatched.
Not frequentlyy they were several days without food, and when
they killed game their habit was to make broth. When they reached
their town they assembled.in council, and an old Indian made a long
speech to them, dissuading them from war ; but at the close of it the
warriors shook their heads and retired. The old Indian afterwards
took Polly Moore under his care, and showed her all possible kind-
ness, Shortly after they arrived at the towns, Mrs. Moore and hJi.-
daughter Jane were put to death, being burned at the stake. This
lasted some time, during which they manifested the utmost Christian
fortitude, and bore it without a murmur, Mrs. Moore at intervals con-
versing with her daughter Polly, and Martha Ivans, and expressing
great anxiety for the moment to arrive when her soul should wing its
way to the bosom of her Saviour. At length an old squaw, more
humane than the rest, dispatched her with a tomahawk.
This tribe of Indians proving very troublesome to the whites, it
was repeatedly contemplated to send an expedition to their town.
This, it is probable, Martha Ivans in some measure postponed by
sending communications, through the traders, urging the probable fate
of the prisoners, if it were done immediately. In November, two
years afterwards, however, such an expedition did go out. The
Indians were aware of it from about the time it started, and when it
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prisoners, left their towns. About this time Polly Moore had serious
thoughts of concealing herself until the arrival of the whites; but,
fearing the consequences of a greater delay in their arrival than she
might anticipate, she did not attempt it.
Late in November, however, the expedition did arrive, and after
having burned their towns, destroyed their corn, etc., returned
home. After this the Indians returned to their towns; but winter
having set in, and finding themselves without houses or food, they
were greatly dispirited, and went to Detroit, where, giving themselves
up to great excess in drinking, they sold Polly Moore to a man living
in or near a little village named French Town, near the western end
of Lake Erie, for half a gallon of rum. Though at this time the win-
ter was very severe, the released captive had nothing to protect her
feet but a pair of deerskin moccasins.
Martha Ivans, and Polly and Peggy Moore were ransomed some
months after this time. They displayed much fortitude amid the
dreadful suffering they were compelled to undergo, yet it was very
long before they could shake off the remembrance of the horrible fate
4-cf the other members of thoir family.



THE BIRDS' BANQUET.

WHEN deep snow covers the earth and crusts of ice seam high-
ways and byways, so that the little birds in the air know no where to
turn for a grain of corn anywhere in the field and meadow, man's com-
passion saves them from starvation. In every household throughout
Norway, be it rich or poor, a large bundle of grain with full, heavy
ears is tied to the top of the "starbur" (granary), found on every
Norwegian farm. Hither the birds come flocking, celebrating the
Christmas-time around the hospitable bunch of golden grain.











@haed bN (5avaoe.

AWRENCE NORTON was a young man of twenty-two. He
had finished his education, and was desirous of seeing "some-
thing of the world," as he expressed it. His uncle, who was a
large ranchman in Montana, had frequently written Lawrence,
urging that he visit the west and make his home there. Law-
rence was anxious to go, and in a few short weeks found himself
safe in his uncle's home.
The house in which his uncle lived was not such as Lawrence
had been used to. Neither
was life on the plains as _--
luxurious as in the eastern
cities, yet Lawrence en-
joyed it all. It was a
change to him, and the
wild and free life which he
led there was so pleasant
that he thought he should
like always to remain.
On his uncle's ranch
were many hundreds of
horses and of cattle. Only
a few days after his ar-
rival his uncle presented
him with a fine horse and
saddle and told him to
make the most of it. Day
after day Lawrence went
out to help herd the cat-
tie. On one occasion, he
thought he would ride to
the hills some distance A RAGM o'OR o IFM.
away and explore them. His horse was fresh, and he galloped rapidly forward.
The air was bracing and Lawrence felt every nerve thrill with life and vigor,
Reaching the hills he dismounted, and, staking out his horse, he started out on
foot in search of whatever adventure might befall him.










Like every other herdsman, he arrivedd his trusty rifle with him. As he
reached the summit of a little hill he saw a band of Indians encamped in the
vale below him. Lawrence thought it would be great fun to send a rifle ball
over their heads and terrify them. He did not think of the danger there would
be in such a course for himself, so, raising his rifle to his shoulder, he fired in
the direction of the encampment. No sooner was the gun discharged than
the Indians sprang to their feet in great commotion. They ran hither and
thither, gathered their arms together, and hastily mounted their ponies. Then
Lawrence realized what he had done. His own horse was some distance away,
and the Indians were coming in the direction from which the gun had been
fired. Lawrence ran rapidly to the spot where he had left his horse, and
reached him none too soon. As he was mounting, the Indians appeared on the
summit of the hill, and seeing him, at once gave chase. Then began a race
for life. Lawrence knew that if he fell into the hands of the Indians there was
little hope for him. He had had no time to reload his gun, and so was unable
to defend himself. He urged his gallant steed to the utmost, and started off
across the plains, hoping that he might escape them. But the ponies of the
Indians were fresh, and although Lawrence had some rods the start, yet he felt
that there was but little hope of escape. Knowing that his gun was of no use
to him, and that it added so much weight to his horse, he threw it away.
Then he threw away his coat and hat, and sped onward.
For miles and miles they raced. At one time the Indians were close upon
him, but his horse seemed to know that life depended on his efforts, and that
another mile would bring him within reach of assistance. So springing for-
ward with renewed vigor, he soon placed a safe distance between him and his
pursuers. Lawrence reached his companions badly frightened, and it was with
difficulty that he could tell them of his escape. Although they rejoiced that
Lawrence had gotten off unharmed, yet none of them felt like blaming the
Indians for chasing a man who, without any cause whatever, had fired upon
them.













WO dear little girls went out to
play,
And mamma said, as they
skipped away,
"Don't go to the barn, now
mind!
For we've shut up the chickens that came
to-day,
From the nest old Swallow-tail hid in the
hay
That nobody ever could find;
And the mother is clucking with all her
might,
Clucking and strutting and ready to fight:
Why even the men
Are afraid of the hen!
Don't go to the barn, I say."

"No! no!" cried the good little girls; "Not
we!"
So out they scampered the world to see;
Such a great big place for play!
The bird and the bee flew far and free,
And the children followed, so full of glee
They never noticed the way;
They leaped the logs near the buzzing mill,
Went over the fence and under the hill.
Waded the pond
To the barn beyond,
And the grand old "acorn-tree.'

I)h, and the sun was warm that day\
The dear little girls were tired of play,
So down they sat in the shade.
"Just hear hear old Swallow-tail cluck!" said
Fay;
'-Come on! Let's go in the barn," said May.
"It's silly to be so 'fraid!"
So up she ran and took out the pin
From the staple that fastens the chickens in;
"Oh, oh!" cried she;
"Do come and see!
Come into the barn, I say!"


Right in went the bold little girlies their,
In spite of the fowl that fought the men-
That grave old, brave old bird.
They counted the little ones, "eight, nine,
ten."
They kissed them over and over again,
But the hen said never a word.
Puzzled and bothered and filled with doubt,
She walked and stalked and circled about
All 'round the floor,
Till she reached the door,
Then off went the swallow-tailed hen.

"Good-bye! good riddance!" quoth May
with a frown;
And she tucked the birdies all up in her
gown-
Wee roosters and comical pullets!
Such dear little, queer little balls of down,
Puffy and fluffy and yellow and brown,
With eyes as round as bullets!
Set a thousand like them up in a row
Not one could cackle, or cluck or crow
But out they'd pop
And away they'd hop.
Just cunning from claw to crown!

"But Swallow-tail's gone, she's gone!" sighed
Fay;
"She'll never come back, she's gone to stay,
The poor little chicks will die!"
,'Oh, ho! what a goose to be frightened aw:ay'
By two little, kind little girls!" laughed May,
"That never would hurt a fly.
We'll just run out and shoo her back in,
And shut up the door, and put in the pin
So nobody'll know,
Then off we'll go
To the saw-mill yard and play."

Now where had Swallow-tail gone,oh, where
They hunted here, and they hunted there
But the fowl had hidden well;


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:$Ve can't go 'way, it wouldn't be fair,"
Said May, half crying; "I do declare
I never should dare to tell!"
4" wish, I wish," wept sorrowful Fay,
*We'd minded mamma, and kept away!
No use to talk!
Some terrible hawk
Has carried her up in the air!"

But that was a great mistake of hers,
For, still as a mouse when Tabby stirs,
From the roof she peered below;
And a mother, as all the world avers,
Whether in satin, or feathers, or furs
Is a match for every foe.
But the very minute they came in sight
She pounced on May, like a flash of light;
Like the teeth of saws
Were the sharp, sharp claws,
And they clung to the child like burs.

.Oh, the hen had whetted her horny beak!
And she pecked and pecked the pretty red
check


Till down the red blood rolled,
All the birds of the air heard little r.:i,7
shriek!
Looked down and saw how a maiden meek,
Could fight like a soldier bold!
For Fay, with her little fat hands doubled
tight,
Went hitting old Swallow-tail, left and right;
Yet the hen stuck fast,
Till over at last
Fell May, all blinded and weak!
Away to her chickens, ''eight, nine, ten,"
Went the terrible bird that scared the men,
And whipped disobedient girls;
And the children, safely at home again,
Owned all their naughtiness there and the%
While mamma smoothed the curls
And bathed the wounds all swollen and red;
But, though not an angry word she said,
To see her so sad,
Hurt 'most as bad
As the beak of the swallow-tailed hen!
-,AMANDA 1. JON:ES,


@hristmas eve.


ND ah! hark there!
On the midnight air
Comes the faintest tingle of fairy
bells.
They are coming near,
They are coming here,
And their sweet sound swelling of joy fore-
tells.

I. is Santa Claus,
And he cannot pause;
But down the chimney he quickly slides;
Each stocking fills,
Till it almost spills,
3ihen gaily chuckles, and off he glides.


How happy he,
The saint to be
Of all the girls and all the boys!
He hears his praise
Thro' the holidays,
As they eat their sweets, and break theis
eoys.

So still he smiles,
And the time beguiles
Concocting schemes our hearts to cheer;
He loves us all,
And great and small
Regret that he comes but once a year.
-WILLIAM BARCLAY I;:ITIA,.
















HUNTING FOR SEABIRDS' EGGS.


NE pleasant afternoon in summer, Frank Costello jumped into
his little boat, and pulling her out of the narrow creek where
she lay moored, crept along the iron-bound shore until he
reached the entrance of one of those deep sea-caves, so common upon
the western coast of Ireland. To the gloomy recesses of these natu-
ral caverns, millions of sea-fowl resort during the breeding season;
and it was among the feathered tribes then congregated in the "Puffin
Cave that Frank meant on that evening to deal death and destruc-
tion. Gliding, with lightly dipping oars, into the yawning chasm, he
stepped nimbly from his boat, and making the painter fast to a pro-
jecting rock he lighted a torch, and, armed only with a stout cudgel,
penetrated into the innermost recesses of the cavern. There he found
a vast quantity of birds' eggs, and soon became so engrossed with his
sport that he paid no attention to the lapse of time, until the hollow
sound of rushing waters behind him made him aware that the tide,
which was ebbing when he entered the cave, had turned, and was now
rising rapidly. His first impulse was to return to the spot where he
had made his boat fast; but how was he horrified on perceiving that
the rock to which it had been secured was now completely covered
with water. He might, however, still have reached it by swimming,
but, unfortunately, the painter, by which it was attached to the rock,
not having sufficient scope, the boat, on the rising of the tide, was
drawn, stern down, to a level with the water; and Frank, as he beheld
S her slowly fill and disappear beneath the waves, felt as if the last link
between the living world and himself had been broken. To go for-
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retreating from the Cave, which, in a few hours, would be filled by
the advancing tide. His heart died within him as the thought of the
horrid fate which awaited him flashed across his mind. It was not that
he feared to face death, by flood or field, on the stormy sea and the
di z .lif-,, .~a' dared it a thousand times with perfect unconcern-
,but.:? mrz, :'( .~~gim tyrant there, alone, to struggle hopelessly with
him for life in that dreary tomb, was more than his fortitude could
bear. He shrieked aloud in the agony of despair-the torch fell from
his trembling hand into the dark waters that gurgled at his feet, and,
flashing for a moment upon their inky surface, expired with a hissing
sound, that fell like a death-warning upon his ear!
The wind, which had been scarcely felt during the day, began to
rise with the flowing of the tide, and now drove the tumultuous waves
with hoarse and hideous clamor into the cavern. Every moment
increased the violence of the gale that howled and bellowed as it
swept around the echoing roof of that rock-ribbed prison ; while the
hoarse dash of the approaching waves, and the shrill screams of the
sea-birds that filled the cavern, formed a concert of terrible dissonance,
well suited for the requiem of the hapless wretch who had been
enclosed in that living grave. But the love of life, which makes us
cling to it in the most hopeless extremity, was strong in Frank Cos-
tello's breast; his firmness and presence of mind gradually returned,
and he resolved not to perish without a struggle. He remembered
that, at the farther extremity of the cavern, the rock rose like a flight
of rude stairs, sloping from the floor to the roof; he had often clam-
bered up those rugged steps, and he knew that, by means of them,
he could place himself at an elvation above the reach of the highest
tide. But the hope thus suggested was quickly damped when he
reflected that a deep fissure, which ran perpendicularly through the
rock, formed a chasm ten feet in width, in the floor of the cavern,
between him and his place of refuge. The tide, however, which was









now rising rapidly, compelled him to retire every instant further into
the cavern, and he felt that the only chance he had left him for life
was to endeavor to cross the chasm. He was young, active, and pos-
sessed of uncommon courage, and he had frequently, by torch-light,
leaped across the abyss in the presence of his companions, few of whom
dared to follow his example. But now, alone and in utter darkness,
how was he to attempt such a perilous feat ? The conviction that
death was inevitable if he remained where he was, decided him. Col-
lecting a handful of loose pebbles from one of the numerous channels
in the floor, he proceeded cautiously over the slippery rocks, throwing
at every step a pebble before him, to ascertain the securityof his foot-
ing. At length he heard the stone, as it fell from his fingers, descend
with a hollow, clattering noise, that continued for several seconds. He
knew he was standing on the brink of the chasm. One quick and
earnest prayer he breathed to the invisible Power, whose hand could
protect him in that dread moment-then, retiring a single pace, and
screwing every nerve and muscle in his body to the utmost tension,
he made a step in advance, and threw himself forward into the dark
and fearful void.
Who can tell the whirlwind of thought that rushed through his
brain in the brief moment that he hung above that yawning gulf?
Should he have miscalculated his distance, or chosen a place where
the cleft was widest--should his footing fail, or his strength be
unequal to carry him over, what a death were his! Dashed down
that horrible abyss -crashing from rock to rock, until he lay at the
bottom a mutilated corpse. The agony of years was crowded into
one moment in the next his feet struck against the firm rock on the
opposite side of the chasm, and he was saved. At least, he felt that
he had for the moment escaped the imminent peril in which he was
placed, and, as he clambered joyfully up the rugged slope at the end
of the cave, he thought little of the dangers he had still to encounter.










All through that long night he sat on the narrow ledge of a rock,
while the angry waves thundered beneath, and cast their cold spray
every instant over him. With the ebbing of the tide the sea receded
from the cavern; but Frank hesitated to attempt crossing the chasm
again; his limbs had become stiff and benumbed, and his long
abstinence had so weakened his powers that he shrank from the
dangerous enterprise. While giving way to the utmost desponding
reflections, a stentorian hilloa rang and echoed through the cavern;
and never had the human voice sounded so sweetly in his ear. He
replied to it with a thrilling shout of joy, and in a few minutes several
persons with torches appeared advancing. A plank was speedily
thrust across the fissure, and Frank Costello once more found himself
amid a group of his friends, who were warmly congratulating him
upon his miraculous escape. They told him that, from his not having
returned home the preceding night, it was generally concluded that
he had been drowned, and a party of his neighbors proceeded in a
boat, early in the morning, in search of his body. On reaching
" Puffin Hole," they discovered his boat fastened to a rock, and full
of water, as she had remained on the ebbing of the tide. This cir-
cumstance induced them to examine the cavern narrowly, and the
happy result of their search is already known.

A MARINE CURIOSITY.
A MORRISVILLE, Ga., fisherman reports a strange fish. The fish
was caught in a net, and is a trout or trouts, with two heads perfectly
formed which work perfectly independent of each other. Each head
is supplied with the usual number of eyes and the proper amount of
gill. The heads unite just back of the gills, and each head works
independently of the other, the two mouths taking food at the same
time. The fish seems to be perfectly healthy, and as lively as any of
his single-headed brethren.












DESTRUCTION OF THE LION.


NDOUBTEDLY there is in England a popular prejudice in
favor of the lion, to the support of which Sir Samuel Baker,
the noted English hunter, stoutly contributes. He says
that there is a nobility in the character of the lion which differs entirely
from the slinking habits of tigers, leopards, and the feline race in gen-
eral. Although the lion is fond of dense retreats, he exposes himself
in many ways. This exposure or carelessness of concealment renders
his destruction comparatively easy. Owing to this fact the number
of lions in the world has greatly diminished. In India and other parts
of Asia they are almost extinct, and in Africa they have been con-
tinually destroyed from the time of the Roman Emperors, when,
according to Gibbon, hundreds were killed in the arena to make a
Roman holiday, until the present time, when such keen sportsmen as
Sir Samuel Baker and his disciples have taken the field against them.
The lion has but little chance against the modern rifle and its power-
ful bullet.
A thrilling story is told of a traveler's adventure with a lion in
South Africa, which illustrates the recklessness of the king of beasts
in exposing himself to danger and destruction. In crossing a wide
plain the traveler saw at a short distance behind him a lion slowly fol-
lowing. When the man quickened his pace the lion did likewise, and it
was evident to the traveler that the lion was only awaiting an oppor-
tunity to spring upon him,
In much fear the anxious man hurried on, until he reached a high
cliff, below which was a deep ravine. Here he determined to live or
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himself, having previously placed his hat and coat upon his staff.
which he stuck near the edge of the precipice, hoping to deceive the
lion, who might mistake the effigy for himself. In due course the lion
came stealthily along, and, mistaking the coat and hat for the man, he
sprang at them with such force that he bounded over the precipice
and was dashed to P'eces amongst the rocks below.




CHOOSING A WHALE FOR A PET.


ON ,mall island in the middle of the South Pacific lives a
planter, the only white man on the island which is full of brown-
skinned folk-who cuts and dries the meat of the cocoanut and sells
it to trading vessels. When any stranger stops at his island he gives
him of the best that the island affords. He will get up great con-
certs and dances of the islanders; above all, he will take them out to
see his pet, which is, perhaps, the largest and oldest animal that was
ever petted by any man. The pet is a sperm whale nearly seventy
feet long. He came through the narrow entrance into the little har-
bor, which is walled in by a coral reef, when quite small, and remained
until he had grown so large that he could not get out if he wanted to.
The great creature comes up to be fed when the planter blows his
horn, and after his meal of a barrel of chopped meat or fish performs
some wondrous and amusing tricks, apparently knowing what is
expected of him.




PEOPLr generally are what they are made by education and com-
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HUNTING WITH AN ELEPHANT.


IR SAMUEL BAKER, in his new book (1891), entitled
"Wild Beasts and their Ways," has much to tell about the
ways of elephants, both wild and tame. His earliest impres-
sions of elephants were derived from the wild ones in Ceylon, and
subsequently in Africa. In both these countries the wild elephant
was regarded as an enemy, destructive to crops and dangerous to
mankind; while in Africa the ivory tusks were a valuable and desir-
able spoil. So he learned to shoot wild elephants, and the bigger the
enemy the more he liked it. Thus when he came to India, and to
the employment of tamed elephants for shooting tigers, he could not
shake off all his old ideas about big elephants, and it was his particu-
lar pleasure to ride on the largest elephants, the use of which is strictly
eschewed by most experienced Indian sportsmen. He tried to con-
ciliate these big tuskers by feeding them and talking to them, but
they gave him infinite trouble, and they ran away with him, to the
great peril of his life, whenever they got excited or alarmed. He
says, in his new book: "I do not know a more agreeable sensation
than the start in the early morning on a thoroughly dependable
elephant, with a mahout who takes a real interest in his work. A
thorough harmony exists between man and beast, and you feel pre-
pared for anything. But how much depends upon the mahout. It
is impossible for a bystander to comprehend the secret signs which
are mutually understood by the elephant and the guide-the elephant
detects every movement, however slight, and is thus mysteriously
guided by its intelligence; the mighty beast obeys the unseen helm of
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which directs her course." And he goes on to observe: "What must
be the result should an elephant be guided by a mahout of uncertain
temperament? The great trouble when riding on an elephant is the
difficulty in getting the mahout to obey an order. In tiger shooting
the elephant will at once detect anything like tremor on the part of
his mahout. Frequently a good elephant may be disgraced by the
nervousness of his mahout, nothing being so contagious as fear."
But, however agreeable may have been the sensations experienced
by Sir Samuel Baker while hunting tiger from the back of an elephant,
it is certain that the sensations experienced by two young sportsmen
while hunting with an elephant in India a few years ago were any-
thing but agreeable. Starting out early in the morning, mounted on
an elephant, with their mahout seated on its neck, they arrived at a.
dense cane brake, and were pushing their way through the long grass
in the almost impassable jungle, when their elephant manifested an:
unwillingness to proceed, and showed marked and unmistakable signs
of fear. Immediately, without further warning, a monster wild
elephant crashed through the jungle grass and attacked the tame
elephant, knocking him completely over on his side, and sending the
two hunters and the mahout flying into the long grass of the jungle..
Concealing themselves in the grass, the hunters and mahout wit--
nessed a deadly fight between the two elephants. The tame elephant:
having risen to his feet, with a shrill scream, made a frightful lunge
at his wild antagonist, and succeeded in driving one of his tusks
completely through his left thigh. For a short time victory seemed
to be on the side of the tame elephant, but with a sudden terrific
lunge the wild animal obtained the advantage, and was fast driving
his antagonist backwards in the direction where the young hunters
and mahout were concealed. Their position was a perilous one, for
the grass was so high that a speedy retreat was impossible, and they
certainly y would have been crushed to ,eath, had not one of the hunters












immediately fired, and by a well-aimed shot behind the ear brought
the huge beast to the ground. As the wild elephant fell, his tame
antagonist ceased to retreat, and with loud screams and trumpetings
lunged forward upon his fallen foe. But there was no further need
of fighting, the hunter's shot had reached the one vulnerable spot of
the wild monster-and he was dead. The tame elephant, happily,
was not so badly hurt as to prevent him from conveving the young
hunters and their guide safely back to camp



THE FEROCIOUS HIPPOPOTAMUS.


SIR SAMUEL BAKER says that there is no animal that he disliked
more than the hippopotamus, if he was compelled to travel at night
upon an African river in an ordinary boat. Even without this limita-
tion the hippopotamus seems remarkably dangerous. Sir S. Baker
tells how in broad daylight a hippopotamus charged the steamer
that was towing his Diahbeeah, and perforated the iron plates of the
vessel in two places with his projecting tusks, so that it made a
dangerous leak. On another occasion, when the steamer passed over
a hippopotamus that was walking (after the manner of these beasts)
under water along the bed of the river, the steamer of io8 tons gave
a leap into the air, as the water was too shallow to permit the hippo-
potamus to pass beneath the keel. What became of the hippopota-
mus was not ascertained. On another occasion a bull hippopotamus
charged the Diahbeeah in the middle of the night, and sank a small
.boat that was fastened alongside by biting a large piece out of it.
" Not satisfied with this success, it then charged the iron vessel, and
would assuredly have sunk her if I had not -topped the onset by a
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(Fhe Rare ond the Redgehoj.

T was a beautiful morning, about harvest time, the buckwheat was in
flower, the sun shining in the heavens, and the morning breeze
waving the golden corn-fields, while the lark sang blithely in the
clear, blue sky, and the bees were buzzing about the flowers. The
villagers seemed all alive; many of them were dressed in their best
clothes, hastening to the fair.
It was a lovely day, and all nature seemed happy, even to a
little hedgehog, who stood at his own door. He had his arms
folded, and was singing as merrily as little hedgehogs can do on a
pleasant morning. While he thus stood amusing himself, his little wife was
washing and dressing the children, and he thought he might as well go and see
how the field of turnips was getting on; for, as he and his family fed upon
them, they appeared like his own property. No sooner said than done. He
shut the house door after him and started off.
He had not gone farther than the little hedge bordering the turnip field
when he met a hare, who was on his way to inspect the cabbages, which he also
considered belonged to him. When the hedgehog saw the hare he wished him
"Good morning i: very pleasantly.
But the hare, who was a grand gentleman in his way, and not very good-
tempered, took no notice of the hedgehog's greeting, but said in a most imper-
tinent manner: How is it that you are running about the fields so early this
morning?"
"I am taking a walk," said the hedgehog.
"Taking a walk," cried the hare, with a laugh; I don't think your legs are
much suited for walking."
This answer made the hedgehog very angry. He could bear anything but
a reference to his bandy legs, so he said: "You consider your legs are better
than mine, I suppose?"
Well, I rather think they are," replied the hare.
"I should like to prove it," said the hedgehog. "I will wager anything
that if we were to run a race I should beat."
"That is a capital joke," cried the hare, "to think you could beat me with
your bandy legs. However, if you wish it, I have no objection to try. What
will you bet?"
"A golden louis d'or and a bottle of wine."
"Agreed," said the hare- "and we may as well begin at once."










"No, no," said the hedgehog, "not in such a hurry as that. I must go
home first and get something to eat. In half an hour I will be here again."
The hare agreed to wait, and away went the hedgehog, thinking to himself:
"The hare trusts in his long legs, but I will conquer him. He thinks himself
- very grand gentleman, but he is only a stupid fellow, after all, and he will
have to pay for his pride."
On arriving at home, the hedgehog said to his wife: Wife, dress yourself.
as quickly as possible; you must go to the field with me."
"What for?" she asked.
"Well, I have made a bet with the hare of a louis d'or and a bottle of
wine that I will beat him in a race, which we are going to run."
"Why, husband," cried Mrs. Hedgehog, with a scream, "what are you
thinking of? Have you lost your senses?"
"Hold your noise, ma'am," said the hedgehog, "and don't interfere with
my affairs. What do you know about a man's business? Get ready at once to
go with me."
What could Mrs. Hedgehog say after this? She could only obey and fol-
low her husband, whether she liked it or not. As they walked along, he said to
her: "Now, pay attention to what I say. You see that large field? Weli,
we are going to race across it, The hare will race in one furrow, and I in
another. All you have to do is to hide yourself in the furrow at the opposite
end of the field from which we start, and when the hare comes up to you, pop
uo your head and say: 'Here I am.' "
As they talked, the hedgehog and his wife reached the place in the field
where he wished her to stop, and then went back and found the hare at the
starting-place, ready to receive him.
"Do you really mean it?" he asked.
"Yes, indeed," replied the hedgehog, I am quite ready."
"Then let us start at once," and each placed himself in his furrow as the
hare spoke. The hare counted "One, two, three," and started like a whirlwind
across the field. The hedgehog, however, only ran a few steps, and then popped
down in the furrow and remained still.
When the hare, at full speed, reached the end of the field the hedgehog's,
wife raised her head and cried: "Here I am."
The hare stood still in wonder, for the wife was so like her husband that
he thought it must be him. "There is something wrong about this," he thought
"However, we'll have another try." So he turned and flew across the field at
#uch a pace that his ears floated behind him.










The hedgehog's wife, however, did not move, and, when tne nare reached
the other end, the husband was there, and cried: Here I am."
The hare was half beside himself with vexation, and he cried: "One more
try, one more."
I don't mind," said the hedgehog. "I will go on as long as you like.'
Upon this the hare set off running, and actually crossed the field seventy-
three times; and atone end the husband said: "Here am I," and at the other
end the wife said the same. But at the seventy-fourth run the hare's strength
came to an end, and he fell to the ground and owned himself beaten.
The hedgehog won the louis d'or and the bottle of wine, and, after calling
his wife out of the furrow, they went home together in very good spirits, toenjoy
it together; and, if they are not dead, they are living still.
The lesson to be learnt from this story is, first, that however grand a
person may think himself, he should never laugh at others whom he considers
inferior until he knows what they can do; and, secondly, that when a man
chooses a wife, he should take her from the class to which he himself belongs;
and if he is a hedgehog she should be one also.










qThe Rappy (j hoemaker.

IC-TICI Tac-tac! Toc-toc!" This was what the shoemaker's
''" hammer said. It was driving pegs into a shoe.
,--' "Coo-coo! Weet-weet! Whir-r-r! Cut-cut-cut! Cock-a-doo-
0oo0! Pit-pit-pit!' This was what the rest of them said.
P What strange sounds in a shoemaker's shop!
'. "Whir-r-r!" Around flew a gray bunch of fur, with a tail
whi2zing on the end of it. This was Peter, the gray squirrel. And "Whir!'
went ]im, the red squirrel, in another cage close by.


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The shoemaker looked up and smiled. "Tic-tac! Good morning," said the
hkmmer and he together.
"Cut-cut!" cried the bantams in one corner of the room.
"Are those chickens eating shoe-pegs, Mr. Shoemaker?"
"Oh, no! Oats, of course! You might think they were shoe-pegs,
though!"
"Jocko, don't you want to come out and see the lady?" continued the
shoemaker.










No, no !" squeaked a white-faced monkey, almost as plainly as a child.
And he shook his head as he took a fresh bite of his apple.
Oh, you don't! Well, then you come, Jumbo."
Jumbo, the black and white guinea-pig, only said, Wee-wee," and the little
pigs squeaked "Wee-wee" in chorus.
"They came all the way from China," said the shoemaker.
Then all the doves in half-a-dozen cages began to plume themselves and say,
"Coo-coo!" very softly.
"Yes; you are handsome creatures, and you know it." There were several?
kinds of doves. One great beauty, white and brown, flew and perched upon the
shoemaker's shoulder.
"You must be happy, working here amid so many pets," said the lady.
"Oh, yes! I teach them all sorts of tricks. Now see this youngster!"
The shoemaker laid down his hammer, and reaching to a cage of white rats,
took out a baby one. "I am training him to walk the rope," said the shoe-
maker.
He took the pretty little thing, who peeped softly all the while, and put him
to the gas-pipe, which hung down near the bench.
The young rat began to climb. "Gently, now! Don't fall off!" And the
shoemaker helped him with his finger. The rat climbed up till he came to a
rope. Then he crawled across the rope to the cage again.
"He does his lesson very nicely," said the lady.
"Yes; they are all well-behaved," replied the shoemaker. "If Jocko wasn't
so busy with his apple he would come out, too."
"I am very happy indeed with my pets, as you said, madam. It is pleasant
to work among so many creatures that love you."
"Tic-tic! Tac-tac! Toc-toc!" went the hammer again. The birds, the
guinea-pigs, the squirrels, and the monkey began their joyful chorus.
The lady opened the door to go away.
"Good morning!" said the shoemaker, with a bright smile.
"Coo-coo! Pit-pat! Wee-wee! Tic-tic!"
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V.he (eatopus.

<" HAT an ill-shapen monster is shown in this picture! It ;s
called the devil fish, and it is certainly well named. It i1
called by this title not only on account of its ugly shape, but
because of its fierce attacks upon other inmates of the sea.
The real name of this fish is the Octopus, which means
eight-footed, though it is also known as the cuttle fish and
the squid. With its picture before us it is not necessary to
describe its shape. Indeed, this would be hard to do. The most
striking feature is the great staring eyes-which are said to be
larger than those of any other animal. They have been known to measure
eight inches in diameter. Think
of two great eyes eight inches
across staring you in the face! Its
eight arms are furnished with
little fleshy cups with shell-like
edges; these fasten to any object
coming within their reach and
cling so tightly that no victim can
escape the monster's clasp until
its arms are cut off. Some kinds
of these fish have long feelers, or
tentacles, about three times the
length of the body of the fish. Its
width is nearly as great. Its
mouth is situated in the center of
the body and food is carried to it
by the arms, and it has not only
one but several rows of teeth. It
has a very funny way of moving;
instead of using its arms to help itself, as we would think, it breathes in large
quantities of water through its gills and then by a sudden motion squirts the
water out of a tube near the head. This drives the fish backward like an
arrow. The Octopus is usually found in deep water, often-times among the
rocks on the bottom; although frequently found floating on the surface it seems
to prefer to live beneath the water. The color is black above and white be-
neath, though it possesses the strange power of changing its color so as to









appear like surrounding objects. When watching for prey it lies with arms rest-
ing and tenacles flying, looking much like sea-weed, but let a careless fish draw
near and it will be instantly dragged down by its terrible arms, which fold them-
selves about it and draw it to the central mouth, and all is over.
The Octopus has not been studied as carefully as many other sea mon-
sters. Living as it does in deep water it is not so easy to study. Many won-
derful stories are told by sailors of their lying upon the ocean looking like small
islands and of even taking hold of small ships and of drawing the vessel with
all its crew to the depths below. Some of the smaller species have been driven
ashore even on our own coast. In the early part of this century one was driven
ashore at the entrance of Delaware Bay and was so heavy as to require four
pair of oxen to bring it to the shore. It was said to weigh about five tons, that
is, as much as ten good sized horses. It was seventeen feet long and eight-
teen feet wide. Its mouth was nearly three feet across. Do you wonder at its
strength?
During gales of wind, or in places where there is a small current, fishermen
often drive them into shallow water where they are usually captured, large
quantities of oil are then taken from their livers; so we see that even the
ugly devil fish, hideous as he is, may be made to serve the purpose of man.






@n!\j fki' IMinufes.


IVE minutes late and the table is
spread,
The children are seated and grace
has been said;
Even the baby, all sparkling and rosy,
Sits in her chair by mamma, so cozy!
Five minutes late and your hair all askew,
Just as the comb was drawn hastily through.
There is your chair and your tumbler and plate,
Cold cheer for those who are five minutes late.


Five minutes late and school has begun,
What are rules for, if you break every one?
Just as the scholars are seated and quiet
You hurry in with disturbance and riot.
Five minutes late on this bright Sabbath
morn;
All the good people to church have now
gone.
Ah, when you stand at the Beautiful Gate,
What would you do if five minutes late?

























HEY were just exactly the same size, with the same beady,
black eyes, and feet that looked as if they might have corns
on them. They dressed alike, too, in lovely green coats and
hoods edged with red. Their voices were not at all sweet, but
they loved to sing, and never seemed to mind if people did
laugh.
They lived in a cigar store, where they were often spoken
to and given pieces of candy or sugar.
They liked to be talked to and admired, but if anybody tried to touch
them they would scratch or bite.
This seems very naughty, but Polly and Patty were not little giris, but
parrots.
Mr. Peters, the man who kept the store, bought them of a sailor. They
could only speak Spanish then, but they soon learned English. As they were
very tame he did not keep them in a cage, but let them perch on a pair of
large deer-horns near the front of the store. They never tried to get away,
tut would say, "How do you do? Glad to see you!" when any one came in,
ia d "Good-by! come again," when they went.
One day Mrs. Peters, who was a very prim old lady, thought she would
cav-e Patty home with her, as she was often very lonesome. But Patty missed
I'ollv so much that she would not talk at all. She moped on her pwrch all
day, with her feathers ruffled up.


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An old friend of Mrs. Peters called to see her. She was French- and
cold not speak very good English. She tried to tell about the old fat poodle
she had had so many years, and that had just died. She cried as she talked,
and Patty must have thought it very funny, for she opened her beady eyes
and straightened up to listen. In a few moments she began to imitate the
French lady-sniffing and sobbing, and saying, in the same broken English:
"Mon poor Flore! So sweet dog!"
Prim Mrs. Peters was very much shocked at Patty. She was alarmed for
fear her friend would be offended, so she took a piece of green baize and threw
it over the naughty bird, thinking that in the dark she would be quiet. And
so she was; for some time she did not make a sound; but all the time she wa.
pecking and pulling at the baize until she had made a hole large enough for
her bill and one eye. Then she cried out, "Hooray!" in loud tones, and at once
began to sniffle and sob and talk about "poor Flore" more than ever.
Mrs. Peters hurried her into another room. She sent her back to the
cigar store the next morning, where Polly welcomed her back by cackling like
a hen.
But the French lady has never liked Mrs. Peters since, nor does Mrs.
Peters like parrots.
-CLARA G. DOLLIVBR.


Sho n of i (o~ k.


SPLACED my boy in the barber's chair,
To be shorn of his ringlets gay;
And soon the wealth of his golden hair
On the floor in a circle lay.
'Twas a trifling thing of daily life,
And to many unworthy of thought-
Too small a theme 'mid the toil and strife
Of this world's changing lot.
But the ringing out of the cruel shears
To my heart-strings caused a pang,
For they changed the child of my hope and
fears
With the scornful tune they sang.
Mly thoughts were bent on the little cap,
And the curls that round it twined
Like golden clasps with which to trap
r The sunbeam and the wind.


No more I shall see those flying curls,
And my homeward steps I wend;
Another stage of his life unfurled,
Where youth and childhood blend.
So when from his chair he stepped at
length,
He stood, with his artless smile,
Like Samson shorn of his locks of strength
By Delilah's treacherous wile.
Thus one by one will vanish away
The charms of his childish life,
And each bring nearer his manhood's day,
With its scenes of toil and strife.
God grant that my lease of life may last
Through his changing years of youth;
'Till the danger rapids of life are passed
And a Samson stands in truth.













IN PURSUIT OF BUFFALOES.


rHERE are several varieties of the buffalo proper, but all are
remarkable for their formidable horns and almost invulnerable
heads. When the sportsman has occasion to go forth to battle
against the buffalo, he will do well to study what Sir Samuel
Baker, in his book Wild Beasts and their Ways," says on this sub-
ject. It must be understood," he writes, "that when a vicious ani-
mal is your vis-a-vis, the duel has commenced, and your shot must
be delivered as 'a settler.' If you miss, or if the shot be uncertain
in its effect, the buffalo will in most instances charge. The charge of
a buffalo is a very serious matter. Many animals charge when infu-
riated, but they can generally be turned by a shot, though they may
not be mortally wounded. But a buffalo is a fiend incarnate when it
has once decided upon the offensive. Nothing will then turn it--it
must be actually stopped by death, sudden and instantaneous, as
nothing else will stop it. If not killed it will surely destroy its
adversary. There is no creature in existence that is so determined
to stamp out the life of its opponent. Should it succeed in over-
throwing its antagonist, it will not only gore the body with its horns,
but it will try to tear it to pieces, and will kneel upon the lifeless form,
and stamp it with its hoof, until the mutilated remains are disfigured
beyond recognition. I have killed some hundreds of these animals,
and I never regret their destruction, as they are usually vicious, dan-
gerous brutes." It is the African buffalo that Sir Samuel Baker has
reference to, and it is curious that the American buffalo or bison, which
is much more terrific in appearance than the African buffalo, should be
of an entirely different character-a perfectly harmless creature,
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IN PURSUIT OF BUFFALOiS.


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Illustrative of the extreme danger of hunting African buffaloes,
especially without the assistance of dogs, a noted hunter, Mr. Cum-
ming, relates the following adventure: We started him (an old bull
buffalo) in a green hollow, among the hills, and his course inclining for
camp, I gave him chase. He crossed the level, broad strath and made
for the opposite densely-wooded range of mountains. Along the base
of these we followed him, sometimes in view, sometimes on the spoor,
keeping the old fellow at a pace which made him pant. At length, find-
ing himself much distressed, he had recourse to a singular stratagem.
Doubling round some thick bushes, which obscured him from our view,
he found himself beside a small pool of rain water, just deep enough
to cover his body; into this he walked, and, facing about, lay gently
down and awaited our on-coming, with nothing but his old gray face
and massive horns above the water, and these concealed from view by
the overhanging herbage.
Our attention was entirely engrossed with the spoor, and thus we
rode boldly on until within a few feet of him, when, springing to his
feet, he made a desperate charge after Ruyter (Mr. Cumming's Bush-
man guide), uttering a low, stifled roar peculiar to buffaloes (somewhat
similar to the growl of a lion), and hurled horse and rider to the earth
with fearful violence. His horn laid the poor horse's haunch open to
the bone, making a most fearful, ragged wound. In an instant Ruyter
regained his feet and ran for his life, which the buffalo observing gave
chase, but most fortunately came down, with a tremendous somer-
sault in the mud, his feet slipping from under him; thus the Bushman
escaped certain destructi'.... The buffalo rose much discomfited, and
the wounded horse first catching his eye he went a second time after
him, but he got out of the way. At this moment I managed to send
one of my patent pacificating pills into his shoulder, when he instantly
quitted the field of action and sought shelter in a dense cover on
the mountain side, whither I deemed it imprudent to follow him.















KILLING SNAKES.


(1 HE black natives of Australia have a singularly bold way of
e killing snakes, of which an English traveler was an eye-witness
on several occasions. One morning a large snake was seen gliding
along near the encampment, when one of the "black fellows" ran
-after it, and jumping on its head with his bare heel he spun round
like a ballet dancer until he ground the head of the creature quite
flat, and it lay motionless. He then battered it to pieces with his
club.
Quite different was the experience of Captain Stedman in killing
a snake, during his residence in Surinam: The captain was lying in
his hammock, as his vessel floated down the river, when his sentinel
told him he had seen and challenged something black movnig in the
brushwood on the beech, which gave no answer. Up rose the cap-
tain, manned the canoe that accompanied his vessel, and rowed to the
shore to ascertain what it was. .One of his slaves cried out that it
was no negro, but a great snake that the captain might shoot if he
pleased. The captain, having no such inclination, ordered all hands
to return on board. The slave, David, who had first challenged
the snake, then begged leave to step forward and shoot it. This
seems to have roused the captain, for he determined to kill it himself,
and loaded with ball cartridge.
The master and slave then proceeded, David cut a path with a
bill-hook, and behind him came a marine with three more loaded guns.
They had not got above twenty yards through mud and water, the
negro looking every way with uncommon vivacity, when he suddenly
called out, "Me see snakee!" and, sure enough, there the reptile lay,



















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coiled up under the fallen leaves and rubbish of the trees. So well
covered was it, that some time elapsed before the captain could per-
ceive its head, not above sixteen feet from him, moving its forked
tongue, while its vividly bright eyes appeared to emit sparks of fire.
The captain now rested his piece upon a branch to secure a surer aim
and fired. The ball missed the head, but went through the body,
when the snake struck round with such astonishing force as to cut
away all the underwood around it, with the facility of a scythe mowing
grass, and flouncing with its tail made the mud and dirt fly over their
heads to a considerable distance. This commotion seems to have
sent the party to the right-about, for they took to their heels and
crawled into the canoes. David, however, entreated the captain to
renew the charge, assuring him that the snake would be quiet in a
few minutes, and that it was neither able nor inclined to pursue them,
supporting his opinion by walking before the captain till the latter
should be ready to fire.
They now found the snake a little removed from its former
station, very quiet, with its head as before, lying out among the fallen
leaves, rotten bark, and old moss. Stedman fired at it immediately,
but with no better success than at first; and the enraged animal,
being but slightly wounded by the second shot, sent up such a cloud
of dust and dirt as the captain had never seen, except in a whirl-
wind; and away they all again retreated to their canoes. Tired of
the exploit. Stedman gave orders to row towards the barge; but the
persevering David still entreating that he might be permitted to kill
the reptile, the captain determined to make a third and last attempt
in his company; and they this time directed their fire with such effect
that the snake was shot by one of them through the head.
The vanquished monster was then secured by a running noose
passed over its head, not without some difficulty, however; for, though
it was mortally wounded, it still continued to writhe and twist itself











about so as to render a near approach dangerous. The snake was
dragged to the shore, and made fast to a canoe, in order that it might
be towed to the vessel, and continued swimming like an eel till the
party arrived on board, when it was finally determined that the snake
should be again taken on shore, and there skinned for the sake of
its oil.
This was accordingly done; and David, having climbed a tree
with the end of a rope in his hand, let it down over a strong-forked
bough, the other negroes hoisted away, and the snake was suspended
from the tree. Then, David, quitting the tree, with a sharp knife
between his teeth, clung fast upon the suspended snake, still twisting
and twining, and commenced ripping it up; they then stripped down
the skin as he came down.
Captain Stedman acknowledges that, though he perceived that the
snake was no longer able to do the operator any harm, he could not,
without emotion, see a naked man, black and bloody, clinging with
arms and legs round the slimy and yet living monster. The skin and
above four gallons of clarified fat, or rather oil, were the spoils
secured on this occasion; full as many gallons more seem to have
been wasted. The negroes cut the flesh into pieces, intending to
feast on it; but the captain would not permit them to eat what he
considered disgusting food, though they declared that it was exceed-
ingly good and wholesome.

THE longest bridge in the world is the Lion bridge near Sangang,
in China. It extends five and one-quarter miles over an area of the
Yellow Sea, and is supported by 300 huge stone arches. The road-
way is seventy feet above the water and is enclosed in an iron network.
A marble lion twenty-one feet long rests on the crown of every pil-
lar. The bridge was built at the command of the Emperor Kieng
Long, who abdicated in 1796 on account of old age.













KINDNESS APPRECIATED BY THE KING OF
BEASTS.

oHAT the lion is capable of appreciating a kindness bestowed
on him by man, and of rewarding the same with grateful affec-
tion, is shown by the following two incidents-the first being related
by Dion Cassius, a credible Roman historian, and the other is told
in Goodrich's "Anecdotes of the Animal Kingdom":
Androcles and the Lion.-Androcles was the slave of a noble
Roman who was pro-consul of Afric, or Africa. He had been found
guilty of a fault for which his master was going to put him to death,
but he found an opportunity to escape, and fled into the deserts of
Numidia. As he was wandering among the barren sands, and almost
dead with heat and thirst, he saw a cave in a rock. Finding just at
the entrance a stone to sit upon, which was shaded from the fierce
heat of the sun, he rested for some time.
At length, to his great surprise, a huge, overgrown lion stood
before him, and, seeing him, immediately walked towards him.
Androcles gave himself up for lost, but the lion, instead of treating
him as he expected, laid his right paw on his lap, and with a low
moan of pain licked his hand. Androcles, after having recovered
himself a little from his fright, plucked up courage enough to look at
the paw which was laid on his lap and observed a large thorn in it.
He immediately pulled it out, and by squeezing the paw very gently
made a great deal of poisonous blood and matter run out, which
probably freed the lion from the great pain he was in. The lion
again licked his hand, and with a brighter look in his eyes left him,
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laid down at the feet of his benefactor, and went off again in pursuit
of more prey, not limping as he did when Androcles first saw him,
but bounding along as if his paw had never had anything the matter
with it.
Androcles, after having subsisted upon the fawn and other food
which the lion brought him for several days, at length got tired of
this frightful solitude and savage companionship, expecting that at
any moment the lion might forget his act of kindness and devour
him. So he resolved to deliver himself into his master's hands and
suffer the worst effects of his displeasure.
Now his master, as was customary for the pro-consul of Africa, was
at that time collecting together a present of all the largest lions that
could be found in the country in order to send them to Rome, that
they might furnish a show for the Roman people; and upon Andro-
cles, his slave, surrendering himself, he ordered him to be carried to
Rome as soon as the lions were sent there, and that for his crime he
should be exposed to fight one of the lions in the amphitheatre, for
the pleasure of the people.
This was all carried into effect. Androcles, after having been all
alone in the wilderness, with the probability of being torn to pieces
by lions, was now before a multitude of people in the arena, looking
forward to the same dreadful death.
At length a huge lion bounded out from the place where it had been
kept hungry for the show. He was in great rage, and in one or two
great leaps he advanced toward Androcles, who was in the center of
the arena, with a short sword in his hand. But suddenly the lion
stopped, regarded him with a wistful look, and, letting his tail droop,
crept quietly towards him, and licked and caressed his feet. Andro-
cles, after a short pause of great surprise, discovered that it was his
old Numidian friend, and immediately renewed his acquaintance with
him.











Their friendship was very surprising to the excited beholders,
who, upon hearing an account of the whole affair from Androcles,
prayed the Emperor to pardon him. The Emperor did so, and gave
into his possession the lion, who, through having been once kindly
treated, had saved his benefactor's life.
The Knight and the Lion.--Sir Geoffrey de la Tour, one of
the knights that went upon the first crusade to the Holy Land,
heard one day, as he rode through a forest, a cry of distress.
Hoping to secure some unfortunate sufferer, the knight rode boldly
into the thicket; but what was his astonishment, when he beheld a
large lion, with a large serpent coiled round his body. With a single
stroke of his sword, and regardless of the consequences to himself,
he killed the serpent, and extricated the tremendous animal from his
perilous situation.
From that hour the grateful creature constantly accompanied his
deliverer, whom he followed like a dog, and never displayed his
natural ferocity but at his command. At length, the crusade being
terminated, Sir Geoffry prepared to return to Europe. He wished to
take the lion with him, but the master of the ship in which he was to
sail was unwilling to admit him on board, and the knight was therefore
obliged to leave him on shore. The lion, when he saw himself sep-
arated from his beloved master, expressed his grief with a frightful
roar; and when the ship moved off, he plunged into the waves, and
continued to swim after the ship, until his strength being exhausted,
he sank beneath the billows, a martyr to his fidelity and affection.

A COLUMBUS (0.) man owns a very young chicken and a very old
dog. The little chick follows the dog around the yard, refusing to
run with its mother and the rest uo the brood. The dog in return
seems delighted with his feathered companion and watches over the
little chick as if it were of his own kith and kin.













MAKING A PICNIC OF A TIGER-HUNT.


N officer of an English regiment stationed in India relates an
intensely thrilling adventure with two tigers, which came very
near costing several ladies their lives. Near our station,
writes the officer, on the plains of India, lay a forest of some extent
where, as it was the fruit season, crowds of apes and monkeys glibly
chattered and gambolled among the dense foliage. It was the season
of the year when we had little to do; yet we were bound to remain in
the dreary place till relieved by another regiment, which would not be
for some weeks to come. Oh, how jaded we all felt and wearied of
the monotony of our lives.
Quite suddenly one day our monkeys seemed to change their
behavior. Instead of going peaceably to sleep after their usual uproa,
at sunset, they prolonged their noise far into the night, now and then
breaking out into sudden cries and screams of rage and terror. This
peculiarity of behavior was attributed by our native servants to the
presence of some roving animal among them, possibly a tiger, as it
is well known that monkeys can not endure the sight of this great
striped cat, and will scream and chatter and threaten as long as he is
in the-neighborhood in the hope of driving him away. The idea of a
tiger near us rather terrified our servants, but delighted us beyond
measure; as it promised some excitement, of which we really had had
very little for a long time. After much conference together we
resolved to make a picnic of the tiger-hunt, and take the ladies with
us very dangerous, no doubt some may think, but not so much so
as might be imagined, for tigers can not climb; therefore, when safely
seated in the fork of some great tree, the ladies of our regiment could
witness all the fun in absolute safety.




















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Of course, they were delighted at the idea. Our arrangements
were quickly made, and off we started; we men on horseback, the
ladies seated in the howdah on the back of a very steady elephant
belonging to the regiment. We had selected as the most suitable
place for our purpose a hollow in the forest, within which stood sev-
eral huge trees. In these we proposed to station ourselves, and blaze
away at every animal the beaters might turn out, even a jackal we
would not allow to escape. The largest tree, of course, was devoted
to the ladies; tiffin was laid for them in a convenient nook within its
lofty shade, and merrily the three fair dames ascended the ladder
which had been placed against its trunk for their use. The men,
however, not finding another tree large enough to hold them all, took
luncheon on the ground, with the intention of climbing up here and
there afterwards when the serious work of the day began. Mean-
while, signals had been given to the beaters to begin their noisy oper-
ations. All was going well, the pleasant chatter of the ladies over-
head showed how much they were enjoying the novelty of the situa-
tion, while down below tiffin had been followed by cigars, until we
actually began to feel drowsy and inclined for a nap. At that
moment, however, a terrified exclamation from one of our servants
caused us all to spring to our feet and cast a hurried look behind us.
There we saw, to our horror, two immense tigers standing with heads
erect and ears fluttering, listening intently to the distant clamor of
the beaters. They had not as yet seen us, however, and ere we
couldcrecover from the confusion in which we had been thrown, the
larger of the two animals had disappeared among the long grass which
swayed from side to side with the movements of his body. But, oh!
the horror of that--moment-he was coming in our direction, and in
another moment we were face to face with him. He started back,
taken by surprise, then rushed towards the tree where our lady friends
were seated, and to our utter horror scrambled up the ladder (which,










of course, ought not to have been left) and stood facing the unfor-
tunate ladies, only one of whom felt the horrors of the position, the
two others having immediately swooned with terror.
Meanwhile, the tigress had followed the path made by her mate,
ind had also arrived on the scene. She, too, started on seeing us,
and retreated a few paces. Her courage, however, seemed to rise,
for she uttered a hoarse growl and laid back her ears. She would
certainly have sprung upon us had it not been that her mate, con-
fused and panic-stricken, partly by the renewed noise of the beaters
and the strangeness of the position in the tree, descended the ladder
as quickly as he had gone up, and struck a savage blow at his part-
ner, who roared horribly. Then, bounding lightly over her as she
rose, he galloped into the jungle in the direction away from the
beaters. The tigress stood her ground for a moment or two, shook
herself violently, then trotted sulkily after her mate, and all was over.
We lost no time in going to the assistance of the ladies, who were
quite unhurt, though the tiger's huge paw had actually been laid upon
the muslin dress of one of them. But their terror and agitation were
beyond everything. Home home !" was all they could ejaculate;
oh, let us all get home at once And so we did; and I need not
say how crestfallen we all felt in thus returning ingloriously from an
expedition which had been so confidently undertaken. But the tigers
did not escape. A few days after our misadventure a celebrated
sportsman arrived at our station on his way for somewhere else, and
having heard that a heifer had been killed during the night, he
entered the forest with none but his own trusty servant carrying a
spare rifle. A few steps into the jungle brought him face to face
with both animals, confused and sleepy after their full meal. The
igress fell dead at the first shot, and her mate shared the same fate
immediately after.















PURSUING A "BOOMER."


C"CUELL, now, what's a 'boomer?'" I think I hear some of
V you ask, and I may as well explain that point to start
with. A "boomer" is a full grown male kangaroo, and those of the
species usually hunted in Australia average in weight about one hun-
dred and sixty pounds.
The following graphic account of a "boomer" chase in Australia
is related by an experienced lover of the sport:
It was just light when the stock-keeper called me, and I wasn't
long in dressing. I took one of the large pistols that father said I
might have, and the stock-keeper had a musket, and we had half a
damper and a paper of salt, and I had my big hack knife, and so off
we went. I do think Hector knew he was going to have some kan-
garoo, for he seemed so glad, and licked his chops, and Fly wagged
her tail, and the morning was so beautiful! We walked over the
plain till we came to the hills; the dogs kept quiet behind us. The
stock-keeper said I might see they had been well trained; they kept
their heads low and their tails hanging down behind them, as if they
had no life in them; but you should have seen them when they got
sight of a kangaroo; didn't they pick up! We went on till we got
about four or five miles from the tents, and then we did not talk, for
the kangaroos are startled at the least noise; they are just like hares
for that.
Then the stock-keeper stood still. He said to the dogs, "Go,
find," and then the dogs cantered about around us, going further and
further off, till Hector began to smell about very earnestly. "He
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off, with his nose to the ground, straight ahead. Fly saw him, and
she galloped after. I think it's a big one," said the stock-keeper;
"the dogs seem so warm at it." I was running after them as fast as
I could, when the stock-keeper called me to stop. Stop," said he,
it's of no use for you to run, you couldn't keep up with them."
"Why, what are we to do ?" said I ; "if they kill a kangaroo, how
can we find ?"
"Wait a bit," said he; all in good time. If the dogs kill a kan-
garoo, we shall find him, I'll warrant." So we waited and waited till
I was quite tired; and a good while after Hector came back quite
slowly, as if he was tired, with Fly following after. The stock-keeper
looked at his mouth. "What's that for? said I. To see if he has
killed," said he; "look here, his mouth is bloody, and that's come by
killing a kangaroo, you may be sure of it." Then the stock-keeper
stood up, and said to Hector, Show;" and then Hector trotted off,
not very fast, but pretty fast, so that I was obliged to trot to keep up
with him; and he trotted on and on till I was rather tired. I dare
say for three miles from where we were first; and on he went, and we
following him, till he brought us to a dead kangaroo, close to a little
pond of water.
It was a monstrous big one, with such claws on each side of his
hind legs; a claw that would rip up a dog in a moment, or a man
either, if he got at him. "Good dog," said the stock-keeper, and
Hector wagged his tail, and seemed to like to be praised. Then the
stock-keeper gave me his gun to hold, and he cut open the kangaroo,
and gave the insides to the dogs. Then he skinned the upper part
down to the loins, and cut the kangaroo in half, and hung it up in a
tree, noting the place-: the other half he left on the ground; that is,
when we went away from the place, for he would not let the dogs have
more than a taste of the blood, lest it should spoil their hunting.
"What's to be done now?" said I. "We'll kill another," said the












stock-keeper, "if you are not tired." I said I was not tired a bit; so
after we had rested a little while, we went on again, the dogs following
us as at first.
We saw plenty of brush-kangaroos, but we would not touch them.
After we had got a mile or two, the stock-keeper, who had been
examining the ground all the way along, said, "I think there are
some big ones hereabouts, by the look of the marks;" so he said to
the dogs, Go, find," as he had said before. Almost directly we saw
such a large fellow I'm sure he was six feet high he looked at us
and at the dogs for a moment, and then off he went.
My gracious; what hops he did give He hopped wita i is two
hind legs, with his fore legs in the air, and his tail straight out
behind- and wasn't it a tail! It was as thick as a bed-post;
and this great tail went wag, wag, up and down, as he jumped
and seemed to balance him behind. But Hector and Fly were after
him. This time the stock-keeper ran too, for the ground was level
and clear of fallen timber, and you could see a good way before you.
I had begun to feel a little tired, but I didn't feel tired then. Hop,
hop, went the kangaroo, and the dogs after him, and we after the
dogs; and we scampered on till I was quite out of breath, and the
kangaroo was a good bit before the dogs when he turned up a hill.
Now we shall have him," said the stock-keeper; the dogs will beat
him up the hill." I wanted my breath, but I kept up and we
scrambled up the hill, and I thought the dogs would get him; but the
kangaroo got to the top of the hill first, and when we got a sight of
him he was bounding down the hill, making such prodigious leaps at
every jump, over everything, that you could not believe it if you didn't
see it. The dogs had no chance with him down hill. It's of no
use," said the stock-keeper, "for us to try to keep up with him; we
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So we sat down at the top of the hill, under a gum tree, and there
we sat a long time I don't know how long until we saw Hector
coming up. The stock keeper looked at his mouth. "He has
killed," said he, "but he has got a little scratch in the tussle, and sc
has Fly. That big chap was almost too much for two dogs." Then
he said, "Go, show," and Hector and Fly trotted along straight to
where the kangaroo lay, without turning to the right or left, but going
over everything, just as if they knew the road quite well.
We came to a hollow, and there we saw the kangaroo lying dead.
Just as the stock-keeper was going to cut him open I saw another
kangaroo not a hundred yards off. "There's another," said I, and
the dogs, although they had had a hard battle with the kangaroo
lying dead, started off directly. Close to us was a large pond of
water, like a little lake. The kangaroo was between the dogs and the
lake. Not knowing how to get past, I suppose, he hopped right into
the lake, and the dogs went after him. He hopped further into the
lake, where the water was deeper, and then the dogs were obliged to
swim; but they were game and would not leave their work. When
the kangaroo found himself getting pretty deep in the water, he
stopped and turned on the dogs; but he could not use his terrible
hind claws, so when one of the dogs made a rise at his throat (they
always try to get hold of the throat), he took hold of him with his
fore legs and ducked him under the water.
Then the other dog made a spring at him, and the kangaroo
ducked him in the same way. Well," said the stock-keeper, I
never saw the like of that before; this is a new game." And all the
while the dogs kept springing at the kangaroo's throat, and the kan-
garoo kept ducking them under the water. But it was plain that
the dogs were getting exhausted, for they were obliged to swim and
be ducked, too, while the kangaroo stood with his head and forelegs
&'ut of the water. Thb; will never do," said the stock-keeper; he'll









drown the dogs at this rate." So he took his gun from me and put
a ball in it. Now," said he, "for a good shot; I must take care
not to hit the dogs." He put his gun over the branch of a tree, and,
watching his time, he fired and hit the kangaroo in the neck, and
down it came in the water.
He then called off the dogs, and they swam back to us. "He is
such a prime one," said he, "it would be a pity to lose his skin;"
and so he waded in after him and dragged him out. It's a pity,"
said he, "to lose such meat; but his hindquarters would be a bigger
load than I should like to carry home. But I must have his skin,
and I tell you what, young fellow, you shall have his tail, though
I'm thinking it's rather more than you can carry home."
This roused me a bit, to think I couldn't carry a kangaroo's tail;
so I determined to take it home, if I dropped, though I must say it
was so heavy that I was obliged to rest now and then, and the stock-
keeper carried it a good part of the way for me. What shall we
do with the meat ? said I. What shall we do with it? said he;
"are you hungry?" "You may believe it," said I. "Then we'll
make a dinner of him," said the stock-keeper.
With that we got together some dry sticks and made a fire, and
the stock-keeper took the ramrod of his musket, and first he cut a
slice off the lean of the loins, which he said was the tenderest part,
and put the ramrod through it, and then he cut out a bit of fat and
slid it on after the lean, and so on a bit of fat and a bit of lean, till he
had put on lots of slices, and so he roasted them over the fire.
He gave me the ramrod to hold, and, cutting a long slice of bark
out of a gum tree, made two plates, capital plates, he said, for a bush
dinner. I told you we had got some salt and some damper, and I
was pretty hungry, as you may suppose, and I thought it the most
delicious dinner I ever ate. When I had done, I lay down on the
grass. and Hector and Fly came and laid themselves down beside me,










and somehow, I don't know how it was, I fell asleep, I was so tired.
I slept a good while, for the stock-keeper said it would have been a
sin to wake me, I was in such a sweet sleep. I woke up, however,
after a good nap, and felt as if I could eat a bit more kangaroo. But
it was getting late, and so we made the best of our way home. We
passed by the spot where we had killed the kangaroo; so the stock-
keeper brought home the hind quarters and the three skins, and I
brought home a tail; and I really don't know which is best, kangaroo
steaks or kangaroo steamer-a stew made of kangaroo's tail and
bacon.

THE CROCODILE AS A MAN-EATER.

THE crocodile of the Nile attains huge proportions, and like the
man-eating shark, is remarkable for its bulk, instances being known
where a human being has been devoured almost whole.
Such a case was recorded by Mr. Bennett in his work on Ceylon.
This crocodile was captured and found to measure seventeen and a
half feet, about the size of the largest alligators found in Florida. In
Ceylon these reptiles attain a length of twenty-two feet, and are for-
midable creatures, but even larger specimens have been found in the
Nile.
The number of casualties laid at the door of man-eating croco-
diles every year is not inconsiderable, and an officer in the service of
the khedive of Egypt stated that they were constantly losing men
from this cause. The attacks were often made in the most open
manner. Thus, a man was sitting on the rail of a deeply laden ves-
sel, his feet seven feet from the water. He was talking with some
men, several hundred of whom were within a short distance, when
suddenly a big crocodile shot out of the water and carried him
down so quickly that he was gone before a word could be said.














THE BRAVE FIRE-LADDIE.


S IRE Fire !" was the alarming cry that came from the throats
L of the excited people of an Iowa town, as they rushed
along the streets towards a prominent portion of the town where a
thick column of smoke could be seen ascending skyward. It's the
hotel," they cried, and as the first of the crowd neared the place, they
beheld the entire structure wrapped in flames.
From every window of the great building poured the devouring
flames, while great volumes of smoke were whirled by the wind in all
directions. Though the fire had started at midnight, so promptly
had the alarm been given that it was thought every one in the build-
ing had escaped. But suddenly a cry of horror escaped from the
crowd, as there was seen at a window in the very roof of the building,
surrounded by dense smoke and crackling flames, the trembling form
of a girl, almost stifled and blinded with smoke For a single
moment she stood ringing her hands, and gazing wildly down upon
the excited crowd beneath her. But it was for an instant only, for in
another moment the girl had disappeared back into the burning build-
ing. A thrill of horror ran through the crowd, and then a ringing
cheer burst from their throats as a brave fire-laddie was seen making
his way through the crowd with a ladder. Up against the crumbling
walls he planted it, and through smoke and flame and falling bricks he
swiftly clambered up to the coping of the burning building. Paying
no attention to the applauding multitudes below him, he rushed
bravely along the crumbling coping until he reached the window in
the roof, to which all eyes were turned. Dashing in the window glass
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below were as silent as the grave. But, oh! when a moment later the
brave fire-laddie was again seen at the window, with his precious
burden in his arms, a shout went up that made the welkin ring and
shook the bricks from the toppling walls of the burning building.
Bravo! the girl is safe, and able to descend the ladder alone. Eager
hearts are throbbing with hope, eager eyes are following her every
step, and eager hands are stretched out to receive her. But the res-
cued girl pays little heed to the kindly hands reached out to help her
down. She turns, looks up at the flaming window through which she
just escaped, and in agonizing tones cried out: "My mother! oh, my
mother !" At the same instant the startled crowd beheld, on looking
up to the window, the brave fire-laddie there with another precious
burden in his arms. But the cheers they were about to utter were
stopped in their throats as they beheld the forms of the brave fire-
laddie and the woman he was rescuing fall back into the fames. The
foor upon which he stood had given way, and down into the fiery
furnace he fell, with the mother of the girl he had rescued in his
arms.
The brave fire-laddie, on first entering the room of the burning
building, discovered the young girl whom the crowd had seen at the
window kneeling beside the bed of her sick mother, so earnestly
engaged in prayer that she did not notice his approach. Catching
her up in his arms, he hurried with her to the window and over the
coping to the ladder. When satisfied of her ability to safely descend
alone, he hurried back to rescue the mother; but, alas the fire had
consumed the beams which supported the floor, and the brave man
and the woman he was rescuing, just on the threshold of safety, were
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THE HUNTING LEOPARD.


HE cheetah, or hunting leopard of India, is totally different in
shape from all other leopards. At the courts of the inde-
pendent native princes of India trained cheetahs are usually kept
for hunting wild antelopes. The cheetah is taken out on a cart
drawn by bullocks to a spot within sight of some unsuspicious black
buck, and after two or three stupendous bounds it generally seizes
and kills its prey. Sir Samuel Baker relates that he once had the good
fortune to see a coursing match, in which a cheetah had to hunt a
black buck at full speed for about six hundred yards, and eventually
pulled it down. The poor antelope twisted and doubled, but the
cheetah was too quick and clever for it. Sir Samuel declares that "it
was worth a special voyage to India to see that hunt," but he adds
that he learned it was quite exceptional in its character, so that it
will hardly be worth while to go over to India on the chance of see-
ing it repeated.
But good hunting qualifications are possessed by other leopards
besides the cheetah-though they hunt altogether "on their own
hook." On one occasion two sportsmen in Africa witnessed a strange
sight. They were on horseback, and had ridden a few miles up a
certain stream, searching for game of any kind. They had arrived at
a thick belt of a forest, consisting of acacia and evergreen trees, when
they were startled by the sound of breaking branches and the unmis.
takable rushing of some heavy animals through the thicket. Both
men looked to their rifles, and then drew rein to watch the issue. A
few seconds only had elapsed when two full-grown giraffes were seen
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beyond. But the two hunters were quite unprepared for the extra-
ordinary sight that met their eager gaze as the wild creatures flew
past them. A large leopard had bounded on the back of one of
them, while still in the forest, and was now seated firmly on its
shoulders, tearing at the poor animal's neck with the savage ferocity
of its kind. The other giraffe, mad with terror, soon left its com-
panion far behind, the poor creature's life-blood flowing from its
neck and streaming over its sides. The sportmen's dogs now joined
in the chase, following close upon the heels of the enfeebled animal,
already tottering to its fall. Soon they overtook it, and began bark-
ing at its heels, but the giraffe did not give in without one struggle.
Lifting one of its hoofs it dashed it backwards with unerring aim,
striking down the foremost dog and throwing it several yards to the
rear, where it lay struggling in the agonies of death. But this effort
was the last; jerking its long neck violently outwards, the giraffe
reeled over on one side and fell heavily to the earth, severely crushing
the leopard in its fall. Both animals were killed by the two sports-
men.


GREAT MEN AND LITTLE FOLKS.

CHARLEs DICKENS expressed a true affection for children when he
said: I love these little people, and it is not a slight thing when
they, who are so fresh from God, love us." Thackeray used to feel
his eyes grow dim when they gazed on little children, and Sir Walter
Scott loved to have them about him. Victor Hugo had a passion for
infancy that led him continually to celebrate it in verse and prose.
Two of the most beautiful of Charles Lamb's essays, "Dream
Children" and the "Child Angel," bear reference to childhood. As
for the poet Shelley he believed that children bring with them revela-
tions from the unseen world.










Something About 5pilcet5.

NE afternoon Cora came running to her Aunt Sarah and said,
"Oh, Auntie, there is the funniest thing in the window I ever
saw. Do come and see what it is."
"Where is it, Cora?" said Aunt Sarah.
"In the parlor window, and I am sure it was not there yester-
day! I never saw anything like it before, and I want you to
come and see it too." So Aunt Sarah went with Cora to the
window,and there, sure
enough, was the object
of Cora's surprise, and
what do you think it
was ? Only a spider's
web.
Aunt Sarah was a
neat housekeeper, and
did n-t like to see a
spider' web in her
windo-;, so she said; V4- K
"Oh, 'ny! Cora, run
and ge: the broom so -
that w-, can sweep it
down. I don't want
anyspi -er'swebaround
the house."
"But what is a
spider's web, Aunt
Sarah?" asked Cora. .
". spider's web,
child, is something that
a spider makes to catch
flies."
"But how does it
put it in the window,
Aunt Sarah ?." asked
Cora.


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interested in tie \veb that Aunt Sarah thought it a good opportunity to tell
her something about spiders, so seating herself in an easy chair and drawing
Cora to her knee, she said:
"And would my little girl like to know something about spiders?"
"Yes, indeed, Aunt Sarah," said Cora. "' should like to know how they
build those funny little things. They look just like lace, don't they ?"
"Yes," said Aunt Sarah. "A spider's web does look something like lace, and
the threads from which they are spun are as fine as those of any lace you ever
saw."
"But how did the spider make his web in the window?" said Cora.
"The spider," said Aunt Sarah, "spins his web from material which he car-
ries in his body. The spider picked out this place to weave the web. Crawl-
ing along the window, he fastened a single thread to the wall; then dropped
downward, spinning a singlethread as he dropped. After going some little dis-
tance he began to swing back and forth, farther and farther each time, until
he finally reached the wall. Clinging to this he fastened the thread there, so
you see he then had a rope upon which to travel back and forth. Starting from
another point, he wove another thread, and dropped down until he reached this
rope, or could reach it by swinging. So he worked until he had a large number
of these single threads, which form the framework of his web. These threads
all cross at some point. Using this as a centre, he worked round and round
until he finished the thicker part which you see in the centre. His hope was
that some fly might be caught in the meshes of the web, and be held there
until he could devour it. The spider's web is a wonderful piece cf work.
"Think, Cora, how strong these little threads must be to support the weight
of the spider as he swings back and forth. But get the broom now, and we
will sweep it away." Cora got the broom, but not with very good grace. She
was much interested in the spider's web, and it was with sorrow that she saw
Aunt Sarah sweep it to the floor.











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