Front Cover
 Title Page
 The Young Emigrants
 Table of Contents
 Sights at Sea
 The New World
 A New Home, and a Narrow Escap...
 An Intruder
 Striving and Thriving
 Madelaine Tube
 The Broken Cup
 A Picture of Poverty
 Christmas Gifts
 Happiness Destroyed
 New Misfortunes
 Trouble Increases
 The Sale
 When Distress is Greatest, Help...
 The Wonders of the Eye
 The Journey and the Baths
 Part II: The Book
 The Crystal Palace
 Back Cover

Group Title: The young emigrants ; Madelaine Tube ; The boy and the book ; and, Crystal palace
Title: The young emigrants Madelaine Tube The boy and the book and, Crystal palace
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00001868/00001
 Material Information
Title: The young emigrants Madelaine Tube The boy and the book and, Crystal palace
Alternate Title: The Young emigrants
Madelaine Tube
The boy and the book
Crystal palace
Madelaine Tube and her blind brother
The boy and the book, or, Hans Gensfleisch
Physical Description: 279 p. : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sedgwick, Susan Anne Livingston Ridley, 1788-1867
Scribner, Charles, 1821-1871 ( Publisher )
Benedict, Charles W ( Printer )
Publisher: Scribner
C.W. Benedict)
Place of Publication: New York
<New York?>
Publication Date: 1851
Subject: Embossed cloth bindings (Binding) -- 1851   ( rbbin )
Bldn -- 1851
Genre: Embossed cloth bindings (Binding)   ( rbbin )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Attributed to: Susan Ann Livingston Ridley Sedgwick. Cf. National union catalog pre-1956 imprints, v. 536, p. 180.
General Note: Special title page title: Madelaine Tube and her blind brother ; The boy and the book, or, Hans Gensfleisch.
Funding: Brittle Books Program
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Bibliographic ID: UF00001868
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002240257
oclc - 25261725
notis - ALJ0803
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front page 1
    Title Page
        Front page 2
        Front page 3
        Front page 5
    The Young Emigrants
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Table of Contents
        Page v
        Page vi
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Sights at Sea
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    The New World
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
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        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    A New Home, and a Narrow Escape
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    An Intruder
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
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        Page 63
        Page 64
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        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
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    Striving and Thriving
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
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        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
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        Page 81
        Page 82
    Madelaine Tube
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    The Broken Cup
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    A Picture of Poverty
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
    Christmas Gifts
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
    Happiness Destroyed
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    New Misfortunes
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
    Trouble Increases
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
    The Sale
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
    When Distress is Greatest, Help is Nearest
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
    The Wonders of the Eye
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
    The Journey and the Baths
        Page 146
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
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        Page 181
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        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
        Page 191
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
    Part II: The Book
        Page 196
        Page 197
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
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        Page 219
        Page 220
        Page 221
        Page 222
        Page 223
        Page 224
    The Crystal Palace
        Page 225
        Page 226
        Page 227
        Page 228
        Page 229
        Page 230
        Page 231
        Page 232
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    Back Cover
        Page 280
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Sights at ea .......................................................9


The New World.................... ..........................22


A New Home and a Narrow Escape.............................. 39

An Intruder......... ... .... .......... .......... .......



Striving and Thriving.......................................... TI



The Broken Cup................................................88


A Picture of Poverty ...................... ............ ........95


Uneasiness.............................. .......... ... ......105


Christmas Gifts ............................................110


Happiness Destroyed..... ....................... ............115


New Misfortunes .... ........... .................... ...... 121


Trouble Increases.............. ....... ...... ............... 127



The Sale .......................................................181


When Distress is Greatest, Help is Nearest........................184


The Wonders of the Eye.......................................14


The Journey and the Batns.................................. 14


The Operation....... ......... .................................10


The Enjoyment of Sight .........................................155


Conclusion...................................................... 160



The Boy....................... .................................169



The Book ................ ................................. 196

THE CRYSTAL PALA ................................. 925




IT was a lovely morning towards the end of
April, and the blue waves of the Atlantic
Ocean danced merrily in the bright sunlight,
as the good ship Columbia, with all her canvass
spread, scudded swiftly before the fresh breeze.
She was on her way to the great western world,
and on her deck stood many pale-faced emi-
grants, whom the mild pleasant day had
brought up from their close dark berths, and
who cast mournful looks in the direction of the
land they had left a thousand miles behind
But though fathers and mothers were sad,
not so the children-the ship's motion was so


steady that they were able to run and play
about almost as well as on land; and the sails;
filled full by the favorable wind, needed so
little change that the second mate, whose turn
it was to keep watch, permitted many a
scamper, and even a game at hide-and-seek
among the coils of cable, and under the folds
of the great sail, which some of the crew were
mending on the deck. Tom and Annie Lee,
however, stood quietly by the bulwarks, holding
fast on, as they had promised their mother that
they would, and though longing to join in the
fun, they tried to amuse themselves with
watching the foaming waves the swift vessel
left behind, and the awkward porpoises which
seemed to be rolling themselves with delight
in the sunny waters.
"I wish father would come up," at length
grumbled Tom, and then we could run about
as well as the others. Mother is always so
afraid of something happening, as she calls it!
I wish something would happen for my part !"
For shame, Tom," said his more patient
sister, "you know what mother means ? Sup-
pose you should fall overboard !"



I should be downright glad, I can tell you I
I'd have a good swim before they pulled me
out,-aye, and a ride on one of those broad-
backed black gentlemen tumbling about yon-
der !"
"Oh, Tom !" sighed the gentle little girl,
quite shocked at her brother's bold words, and
she turned from him to watch for her father.
To her great content, his head presently
appeared above the hatchway.
"You look very dull, Tom," said he as
he joined them; what are you thinking of ?"
Why, father," replied Tom, I don't want
to be standing about, holding on always, like a
baby. I wish mother wouldn't be so afraid of
me. She won't let me run up the rigging, or
do anything I like."
You mean she will not let you break your
neck, foolish boy. You know well, Tom, your
mother refuses you no reasonable amusement.
Hey, look there !" As Mr. Lee spoke, a dozen
or so of flying fishes rose from the sea, and fell
again within a yard of the ship's side. As the
sun shone on their wet glittering scales, you
might have fancied them the broken bits of



a rainbow. Annie clapped her hands and
screamed with delight, and even Tom's sulky
face brightened.
"Why, father, cried he, "I never knew
before that there were fishes with wings !"

"These have not exactly wings, though they
resemble them," answered Mr. Lee, but long
fins, with which they raise themselves from the
water, when too closely pursued by their
enemies. But I came to call you to dinner-
your mother is waiting. Should it be pleasant
to-night, we will bring her on deck, when
George and Willie are in bed, and show her
the sights,"



What sights, what sights P" cried both the
children at once, but their father was already
on the ladder, and did not reply.
The night was mild and clear, and the
bright full moon shone high in the heavens,
when the little Lees came up again with their
father and mother. Tom was no longer the
discontented grumbling boy he seemed in the
morning, for though he often spoke thought-
lessly, and murmured sometimes at his parents'
commands, he knew in his heart that all they
wished was for his good, and soon returned to
his duty, and recovered his temper. He was
just turned twelve, and considered himself the
man of the family in his father's absence, often
frightening poor Annie, who was a year
younger, and of a quiet, timid disposition,
by his declarations of what he "wouldn't
mind doing." Little George, who wasi even,
admired and respected him exceedingly.
"I promised to show you some sights, this
evening," said Mr. Lee, as they walked slowly
up and down the deck, and is not this
ship bounding over the heaving ocean, with
its white sails spread, and its tall masts



bending to the wind, a most striking one ? Is
it not a great specimen of man's skill and
power? And look above at that starry sky,
and that bright lamp of night which shines so
softly down on us,-look at the dashing waters,
whose white crested waves sparkle as they
break against our vessel-are they not won-
derful in their beauty ?"
They are indeed beautiful," replied his
wife, "and man's work shrinks into nothing
when compared with them! And how fully
the sense of our weakness comes upon us while
thus tossing about upon the broad sea. What
a consolation it is to remember, that He
who neither slumbereth nor sleepeth, protects
us ever."
Father," cried Annie, after a short silence,
SI do not understand at all how the captain
finds out the way to America. It is so many
miles from any other land! Tom knows all
about it, but he says he can't exactly explain."
"Come, come, Tom," said his father, try;
nothing can be done without a trial; tell us
now what you know on the subject."
"Well, father," answered Tom, the man at



the wheel has a compass before him, and he
looks at that, and so knows how to point the
ship's head. As America is in the west he
keeps it pointed to the west."
Quite right, so far," said his father, but
tell us what a compass is."
Oh! a compass is a round box, and the
bottom is marked with four great points, called
North, South, East, and West; then smaller
points between them; and in the middle is a
long needle, balanced, so that it turns round
very easily, and as this needle always points to
the North, we can easily find the South, and
East, and West."
But, father," cried Annie," why does that
needle always point to the North ? my needle
only points the way I make it when I sew."
Your needle, dear Annie, has never been
touched by the wonderful stone! You must
know that some few hundred years ago, people
discovered that a mineral called the loadstone,
found in iron mines, had the quality of always
pointing to the North, and they found, too,
that any iron rubbed with it would possess the
same quality. The needle Tom tells us of



has undergone this operation. Before the
invention of the compass, it was only by
watching the stars that sailors could direct
their course by night. Their chief guide was
one which always points towards the North
pole, and is therefore called the Pole star.
But on a cloudy night, and in stormy weather,
when they could not read their course in the
sky, think what danger they were in! Such a
voyage as ours, they could never have ventured
Listen !" cried Mrs. Lee, do you know, I
fancy I hear the twittering of birds."
"Yes, ma'am, and no mistake," said the
mate, who was pacing the deck, near them,
wrapped up in a great dreadnaught coat, and
occasionally stopping to look up at the sails, or
at the compass, or over the ship's side;
" Mother Carey's chickens are out in good
numbers to-night."
"Are they not a sign of rather rough
weather, Mr. James ?" asked Mr. Lee.
"Why, so some say, sir; but I have heard
them night after night in as smooth a sea and
light a wind as you would wish for."



"Wat a funny name they have," said
Ani wonder it they are pretty."
C e catch them ?" asked Tom, eagerly.
"I have caught them," said Mr. James,
"but it was many years ago, and perhaps they
have grown wiser; but we can try if you like.
Only remember, no killing; we sailors think it
very unlucky I"
"It would be very cruel, because very
useless," said Mrs. Lee; "but are they not
also called Stormy Petrels ?"
Yes, ma'am, in books, I believe; but
come, Tom, fetch some good strong cotton,
such as your mother sews with, and I will
show you how to catch some of Old Mother
Carey's brood."
Off ran Tom, and soon returned with a reel
from Annie's work-box; Mr. James fastened
together at one end a number of very long
needlefulls, which he tied to the stern of the
vessel, where they were blown about by the
wind in all directions. Tom and Annie were
very curious to know how these flying strands
could possibly catch birds, but their father and
mother could not explain, and Mr. James



seemed determined to keep the -ec]. So
they had no alternative but to awai ent.
As they leaned over the stern to fasF their
threads, they were surprised to see the frothy
waves which the vessel left behind shine with
a bright clear light, and yet the moon cast the
great black shadow of the ship over that part
of the sea. Their astonishment was increased,
when their father told them that this lumi-
nous appearance was produced by a countless
number of insects, whose bodies gave forth the
same kind of lustre as that of the glow-worm,
and Mr. James assured them that he had seen
the whole surface of the ocean, as far as the
eye could reach, glittering with this beautiful
"And now, children," said Mrs. Lee, "I
think it is bed-time-say good night to Mr.
"And kiss father !" cried Annie, as she
jumped at his neck, and was caught in his
ever-ready arms.
SThe children were beginning to doubt Mr.
James's power of catching Stormy Petrels,
when early one morning, as they were dressing,



they heard the three knocks he always gave on
the deck when he wanted to show them some-
thing. They hurried up, and to their delight
found him untwisting the cotton strands from
the wings of a brownish-black bird, which had
entangled itself in them during the night.
Oh what a funny little thing !" cried
Annie; what black eyes! and what black
legs it has !"
Is that one of Mother Carey's chickens ?"
asked Tom ; "I thought they were much
Yes," replied Mr. James, this is one of
the old lady's fowls, and a fine one, too; her's
are the smallest web-footed birds known. Just
feel how plump it is-almost fat enough for a
For a lamp !" cried Tom. "What do you
mean, Mr. James ?"
"Just what I say, Master Tom. I once
touched at the Faroe Islands, and saw Petrels
often used as lamps there. The people draw a
wick through their bodies, which is lighted at
the mouth; they are then fixed upright, and
b dutifully "



"How curious they must look !" said Annie.
"Rather so; but now watch this one running
on the deck; it can't fly unless we help it by a
little toss up such as the waves would give it."
The odd-looking little thing, whose eyes,
beak, and legs were as black and bright as jet,
ran nimbly but awkwardly up and down, to the
great amusement of the children. Annie made
haste to fetch her mother and father, George,
and even Willie, who laughed and clapped his
hands, and cried, "Pretty, pretty !" At length
Mr. James thought the stranger had shown
himself quite long enough, so taking it up, he
threw it into the air, and it disappeared over
the ship's side. Every one ran to get a look at
it on its restless home, but in vain-it could be
seen nowhere.
Mrs. Lee, however, was surprised by the
color of the water in which they were then
sailing; it was of a beautiful blue, instead of
the dark, almost black hue it had hitherto
appeared: immense quantities of sea-weed
were also floating in it. Mr. James informed
her that this water was called the Gulf Stream;
a great current flowing from the Gulf of Mexico



northwards along the coast of America. "In
the sea-weed," added he, are many kinds of
animals and insects; I will try what I can find
for Georgy." So saying, he seized a boat-hook,
and soon succeeded in hauling up a great
piece, from which he picked a crab not much
bigger than a good-sized spider. Georgy
nursed it very tenderly until he went to bed,
and, even then, could with difficulty be per-
suaded to part with it till morning.
A few days after this, a cry of "Land "
was heard from the mast-head, and when just
before tea the Lee family came on deck it was
to watch the sun set amid clouds of purple and
gold, behind the still distant but distinctly
seen shores of the land which was to be their
future home. By the same hour on the
following day, the good ship Columbia had
borne them safely across the deep, and was
anchored in the beautiful bay of New York.



MR. LEE was a religious, kind-hearted, sen-
sible man, and his wife as truly estimable as
himself. They both loved their children dear-
ly, and were unceasing in their efforts to secure
their happiness and prosperity. Still it is pos-
sible they would never have thought of seek-
ing fortune in the wild back-woods of the
United States, had it not been for the repeated
entreaties of Mrs. Lee's only brother, John
Gale, an industrious, enterprising young man,
who had gone there some four years before
this tale commences. John soon perceived
that all his brother-in-law's exertions in Eng-
land would never enable him to provide as
well for his children, nor for the old age of
himself and wife, as he could in America.


Privations at the outset, and very hard work,
would have, it is true, to be endured; but
John believed him and his wife to be endowed
with courage and patience to sustain any trial.
He therefore spared no pains to prevail on
them to cross the Atlantic, and settle on some
small farm in one of the western States. He
promised his help until they felt able to do
without him, if they would only come. After
some hesitation and deliberation, Mr. Lee de-
termined to follow John's advice. He there-
fore gave up his situation as foreman in a large
furniture manufactory in London, sold off all
his household goods, and only adding some-
what to the family stock of clothes, which are
cheaper in England than any where else, he
left his native country for the strangers' land,
with but a hundred pounds in his pocket; but
with a stout heart, a willing hand, and a firm
reliance on the never-failing protection of
Divine Providence.
John Gale had made the purchase of two
eighty-acre lots for them before they sailed,
and was to meet them at the town nearest to
their destination. They made as short a stay,



consequently, as possible, in New York; and
by railways, canal-boat, and steamer, in about
a week arrived at the beautiful city of Cincin-
nati. As the vessel neared the wharf, they
were gladdened by the sight of a well-known
face, which smiled a heartfelt welcome on
them from among the busy crowd which
awaited the landing of the passengers.
"Hurrah !" cried Uncle John, for the face
belonged to him, waving his hat, and quite red
with the excitement, and pushing his way;
"Hurrah! here you are! Hurrah!"
Then jumping on board, even before the ves
sel was safely moored, he caught his sister in
his arms, kissing her most heartily; and when
he at last released her, it was to shake Mr.
Lee's hand as if he meant it to come off.
"And where are the children ?" cried he.
"This Tom! how he is grown! Give me your
hand, my boy! Here is quiet little Annie, I'm
sure. Kiss me, dear! Ah! Master Georgy,
that's you, I know, though you did wear petti-
coats when I last saw you! Is that the young
one? Don't look so cross, sir! But come
along. Where's your baggage? This way,



sister-this way. I'm so glad to see you all
again 1"

Uncle John," said Tom, as he and George
were walking with their uncle the day after
their arrival, "I never saw so many pigs run-
ning about a town before. I wonder the peo-
ple let them wallow in the streets so! Just
look at those dirty creatures there."
Don't insult our free-born, independent
swine," cried Uncle John, laughing. Those
dirty creatures, as you call them, are our
scavengers while alive, and our food, candles,
brushes, and I don't know what besides, when
dead! But look, Georgy! what say you to a
They turned a corner as he spoke, and be-
held half a dozen boys mounted on pigs, which
squealed miserably as they trotted along, now
in the gutter, and now on the sidewalk, to the
great discomfort of the pedestrians. George
was so moved by the fun, and encouraged by
his uncle's good-natured looks, that letting go
his hand, he rushed after a broad-backed old
hog, which, loudly grunting, permitted himself



to be chased some short distance, and then,
just as George thought he had caught him,
flopped over in a dirty hole in the gutter,
bringing his pursuer down upon him. The
poor little fellow was in a sad condition when
Tom helped him up-his face and clothes
covered with mud, and his nose bleeding.
You're strangers here, I guess," said a man
who had witnessed the whole affair, or you
would know that old fellow never lets a boy
get on his back. He's well known all over the
city for that trick of his."
George did not recover his spirits during the
remainder of the walk, and was very glad to
get home to his mother again, and have his
poor swelled nose tenderly bathed, and his
stained clothes changed.
The next few days were busily employed in
buying and packing the things necessary for
- their future comfort; and Mr. Lee had reason
to rejoice that he had so good a counsellor and
assistant as Uncle John. Flour, Indian meal,
molasses, pickled pork, sugar and tea, a couple
of rifles, powder and shot, axes saws, etc., a
plough, spades and hoes, a churn, etc., were



the principal items of their purchases; and to
convey these, and the boxes they had brought
from England, it was necessary to hire one of
the long, covered wagons of the country. Uncle
John had already bought, at a great bargain,
a pair of fine oxen, and a strong ox-cart.
These were a great acquisition. Mrs. Lee was
anxious to get a cow and some poultry; but
her brother advised her to wait, as they would
be so great a trouble on the journey, and it
was, besides, most probable that they could
be procured from their nearest neighbor-a
settler about ten miles from their place.
Early one bright morning, they started for
their new home, the wagon taking the lead.
It was drawn by four strong horses, driven by
Mr. Jones, from whom it had been hired, and
contained the best of the goods: the beds were
arranged on the boxes within, so as to form
comfortable seats for Mrs. Lee, Annie, and the
two little ones. The ox-cart followed, guided
by Uncle John, assisted by Mr. Lee and Tom,
both of whom were desirous to learn the art
of ox-driving, of which they were to have so
much by-and-by. The journey was long and



wearisome; and it was not until the evening
of the fifth day after leaving Cincinnati, that
they arrived at Painted Posts-a village about
twenty miles distant from their destination.
From this place the road became almost im-
passible, and the toil of travelling very dis-
heartening. They were frequently obliged to
make a long circuit to avoid some monster tree
which had fallen just across the track, and to
ford streams whose stony beds and swift-flow.
ing waters presented a fearful aspect. Mr
Jones the wagoner walked nearly all day at
the head of the foremost pair of horses, with
his axe in his hand, every now and then taking
off a slice of the bark of the trees as he passed.
Annie watched him for some time with great
"What can he do it for ?" said she to her
mother. "Please ask him, mother ?"
We call it blazing the track, Marm," re-
plied Mr. Jones to Mrs. Lee's inquiry. You
see, in this new country, where there's no
sartain road, we're obliged to mark the trees
as we go, if we want to come back the same
way. Now, these 'ere blazed trees will guide


me to Painted Posts without any trouble, when
I've left you at your place."
At sunset on the sixth day, they found them-
selves within five miles of the end of the jour-
ney, happily without having experienced worse
than a good deal of jolting and some occa-
sional frights. As it was impossible to travel
after dark, they camped for the night near a
spring on the road side. A good fire was
kindled at the foot of a large tree, the kettle
slung over it by the help of three crossed
sticks; and while Mrs. Lee and Annie got out
the provisions for supper, the men and Tom fed
and tethered the horses and oxen close by.
When Mr. Jones had done his part in these
duties, he brought from his private stores in
the wagon a large bag and a saucepan.
"I reckon I'll have a mess of hominy to-
night," said he. "It's going on five days since
I've had any."
"A mess of hominy," cried Tom; "that
does not sound very nice."
I guess if you tasted it you'd find it nice,"
answered the wagoner. "You British don't
know anything of the vartues of our.corn."



He poured into the saucepan as he spoke a
quantity of the Indian corn grains, coarsely
broken, and covering it with water, put it on
the fire. It was soon swelled to twice its for-
mer bulk, and looked and smelt very good.
With the addition of a little butter and salt, it
made such a mess of hominy," as Mr. Jones
called it, that few persons would not have
relished. Tom certainly did, as he proved at
supper, when the good-natured wagoner in-
vited all to try it.
The meal was a merry one, notwithstanding
the fatigue they had all experienced during
the hard travel of that day-the merrier be-
cause of their anticipated arrival on the mor-
row at their future home. They all talked of
it, wondering where they should build their
house-by the river (for Uncle John had told
them them there was one near) or by the
wood ? Tom wished for the first, as he thought
what fine fishing he might have at any hour;
but Annie preferred the shade of the trees.
Oh! father," cried she, I hope there will
be as many flowers as I saw to-day on the
road. Such beautiful Rhododendrons! a whole



hill covered with them, all in blossom! And
did you see the yellow butterflies? Mother
and I first noticed them when they were
resting on a green bank, and we thought they
were primroses until they rose and fluttered
"I tell you what, Annie," said Tom, you'll
have to keep a good look-out after your chick-
ens. There are plenty of hawks about here.
I saw one this afternoon pounce down on a
squirrel, and he was carrying it off, when I
shouted with all my might, and he let it
"Oh, Tom was it hurt ?"
"Not it! but hopped away as if nothing had
"You must learn to use your rifle, Tom,"
remarked Uncle John; you'll find it very
necessary, as well as useful, in the woods."
"Well, uncle, I'll promise you a dish of
broiled squirrels before October of my own
shooting! I intend to practice constantly, if
father will let me."
"If, by 'constantly,' you mean at fitting
times," replied Mr. Lee, I certainly shall not



object. I, too, must endeavor to become some-
what expert, for in this wild country, where
bears and wolves are still known, it is abso-
lutely necessary to be able to defend oneself
and others."
"I never think of savage animals," said
Mrs. Lee, but of snakes, I must confess I am
very much afraid of them, particularly of
"You needn't mind them a bit, Marm,"
answered Mr. Jones; they none of them will
strike you, if you don't meddle with them;
and as for the rattlesnake, why, as folks call
the lion the king of beasts, I say the rattle-
snake is king of creeping things; he don't
come slyly twisting and crawling, but if you
get in his way, gives you sorter warning before
he bites."
"Indeed, sister," said Uncle John, Mr.
Jones is right when he tells you you need not
be afraid of them-they are more afraid of us,
and besides are wonderfully easy to kill; a
blow with a stick, in the hand of a child, on or
about the head, will render them powerless to
do hurt."




"And if you should get a bite, Marm,"
added Mr. Jones, the very best thing you
can do is to take a live chicken, split it in two,
and lay it on to the wound: it's a sartain sure
"Why, Annie, if there are many rattle-
snakes," cried Tom, laughing, it will be
worse for your chickens than the hawks !"
Annie will dream to-night of you, and
snakes, and chickens, all in a jumble, Mr.
Jones; but don't you think it is time to
prepare our sleeping-place ? It is past eight
o'clock, and we must be stirring early."
After packing up the remains of the supper,
Mrs. Lee and the children retired to their
mattresses in the wagon, and the men having
put together a kind of wigwam of branches for
themselves, and piled up the fire, were soon
resting from the labors of the day.
The sun had scarcely risen the next morning
when our travellers were prepared for their
last day's journey. All was bustle and excite-
ment with Uncle John and Tom; and Mr. and
Mrs. Lee, though quiet, felt an eager impa-
tience for a sight of their future dwelling-place.


And fast and hard was the beating of their
hearts, when after a few hours they beheld
before them their own little possession! Some
thirty acres of rich pasture-land, sloped gently
to the margin of a broad stream, which flowed
with a smooth and rapid current, and whose
opposite shore gave a view of a lovely undula-
ting country, bounded by distant mountains,
robed in misty blue. The grand primeval
forest nearly enclosed the other three sides of
this vast meadow. It was a beautiful scene,
and to Mr. Lee it almost seemed that he must
be dreaming, to look upon it as his own. Deep
and heartfelt was the thanksgiving he silently
breathed to the Giver of all good, that He had
brought him to this land of plenty, and given
him such a heritage in the wilderness.
But more than gazing and admiring had to
be done that day, so after a hasty dinner, a
sheltered spot was sought for the erection of
the shanties, which were to serve them as
sleeping-rooms until the house should be built.
This was soon found, and in a couple of hours
two good-sized ones were made ; the walls
were formed of interwoven branches, and the



roofs of bark; the fourth side of the men's was
to be left open, as a fire was kept up every
night in front of it, to scare away the wolves,
and other wild beasts, should there be any in
the neighborhood.
The next morning a council was held as
to their future proceedings ; to prepare a house
was, of course, a work to be commenced
immediately, but it required some deliberation
as to how they should set about it. Mr. Jones
had taken a great liking to the family, and he
now proved his goodwill by declaring that he
would stay awhile, and help them a bit."
But first of all, the goods must be unpacked,
and a shed of some kind made to receive
them. This was set about at once, and by
dinner time it was completed, the wagon and
cart unloaded, and their contents arranged
as most convenient to Mrs. Lee. The rest of
the day was occupied in chopping down trees
for the principal building, and very hard work
it was, especially to Tom, whose young arms
and back ached sadly when he went to bed
that night. By the end of a week of this toil,
a good number of logs had been prepared, and



Uncle John proposed that he and Tom should
make their way to the settler's, about ten miles
distant, and see if there were any men he
could ask to help put up the house, as the
raising of the great logs would prove a slow
and laborious task to so few workmen as they
now numbered. He was provided with a
pocket-compass, a rifle, and a good map of the
country, and there was no real danger to be
feared, so Mrs. and Mr. Lee readily consented,
and accordingly Uncle John mounted on one
of Mr. Jones's horses, and Tom on his father's,
which was one of the four that had drawn the
wagon, with a bag of provisions slung behind
him, and an axe to blaze the track, started the
next morning by day-break. Although they
were not expected to return until the next day,
the night passed anxiously with the little
family, and it was a joyful relief to them when
about three in the afternoon they heard Tom's
well-known halloo from the western wood, and
presently saw him appear, followed by two
strangers, and his uncle driving a fine cow.
"Here we are, mother, safe and sound !"
exclaimed the boy, as he jumped from his



horse, and ran to kiss her, "and'a fine time
we've had I"
"We've been successful you see, sister,"
said Uncle John, who had also dismounted,
and came up with the cow; "Mr. Watson and
his son have very kindly consented to help us;
and isn't this a beauty ?"
"Indeed, ma'am," said Mr. Watson, shaking
her hand heartily, "it's but a trifling way
of showing how well pleased we are to get
neighbors. We have been living some six
years out here, and never had a house nearer
than Painted Posts, a good thirty miles off.
My wife says she hopes to be good friends with
you, and when you are fairly settled she will
come over. She's English, too, and longs
sadly to talk about the old country with some
one just from it."
It will give me a great deal of pleasure to
see her, Mr. Watson," replied Mrs. Lee, looking
as she felt, very happy at this prospect of not
being quite alone in the wilderness; and as
we shall both meet with the wish to be good
friends, I think there is no fear of our not
being so."


"You'll 'soon have some chickens, and
turkeys, and pigs, mother," said Tom; "Mrs.
Watson has such a number, and she says you
shall have some of the best. And mother,
just look what Jem Watson gave me !"
Tom opened the bag which the day before
had carried the provisions for the journey, and
to Annie and Georgy's great delight, pulled
out a very pretty little puppy.
Now, Annie, you shall name him; he's
got no name yet. What shall it be ?"
The children went away to consult on this
important matter, and Mr. Lee, who had been
chopping in the wood, now arriving, welcomed
his friendly neighbor, and thanked him warmly
for so readily coming to help them.
Nonsense," rejoined Mr. Watson; "no
need of thanks; you would do the same for
me, or you don't deserve the blessings I see
around you. My maxim, Mr. Gale, is a help-
ing hand and a cheering word for every one
who needs them."




Six weeks afterwards, our young emigrants
felt themselves once more at home. The log-
house was finished, and consisted of one large
room, which served as kitchen and parlor, and
of three smaller ones for sleeping. The roof
was covered with large pieces of bark; the
chinks of the wall were stopped up with clay;
and the chimney and floor were of the same
material, beaten hard and smooth. The win-
dows were as yet but square openings with
shutters, but before winter came, and it is very
severe in Ohio, Mr. Lee meant to put in glazed
frames, as glass could be procured at Painted
Posts. The building stood upon the highest
rise of the prairie, and in front flowed the
beautiful river, while the thick forest screened


it behind from the cold winds of the north.
No trees, however, were near it, except three
fine sycamores, which gave a grateful shade
when the noon-day sun shone bright and hot.
Tom had already contrived seats of twisted
branches beneath them, and it was very plea-
sant to sit there in the evening and watch the
glorious colors of the western sky, which Annie
compared to the changing hues of a pigeon's
neck, or the glancing of the brilliant fire-flies
that night brought forth from their hiding-
places under the leaves. A well-fenced yard
was at the back of the dwelling, and enclosed
the wood-pile, stable, and hen and storehouses.
A garden had also been commenced around
the other three sides of the house, in which
Tom worked, assisted by his sister and brother,
whenever he could be spared from more
important labors. He was indeed an active,
industrious boy, and by his example made
even little George .useful. Mr. Jones, who
had departed as soon as the walls of the house
were raised, used often to say of him, and
it was intended as great praise, "That Tom is
a riglar Yankee-a rael go-a-head I" *



In doors things also began to look comfort-
able; it is true they had only three chairs and
one table, but Mr. Lee had knocked together
some stools and a dresser, which the children
thought superior to any they had ever seen; a
rack over it held their small stock of crockery,
and a few hanging shelves on the wall were
their book-case: cleanliness and neatness made
up for the want of more and better furniture,
and cheerfulness and content were at home in
the humble cottage. Annie was a great help
to her mother, and fast learning to be a good
housewife. The poultry was her particular
care, and she had already received from Mrs.
Watson a cock, half a dozen hens, and two
pairs of fine turkeys, with many useful direc-
tions concerning their management. She would
soon perhaps have lost them all, however, if it
had not been for an adventure which happened
to George, and which made her very watchful
of them.
He came running home one day smelling so
horribly that he was perfectly intolerable, and
the whole house was scented by his clothes.
Oh, mother I" he cried, I was playing in


the wood, when I saw such a pretty animal; I
thought it was a squirrel at first, or a young
fox, and it seemed so tame that I ran to catch
it, but it ran a little way off, and then stopped
and looked back at me-at last, just when I
thought I should get hold of it, it squirted all
over me. Oh it smells so nasty I"
"You may well say that, Georgy," said his
uncle; but it was lucky it did not squirt into
your eyes, or you might have been blinded for
life. That was a skunk, and very likely think-
ing of paying a visit to the chickens when
you disturbed it. It makes great havoc in a
hen-roost, Annie; and I would advise you to
get Tom to make yours safe."
"That I will, this very day," cried Tom;
"but, uncle, I never heard of a skunk before;
what kind of a looking thing is it ?"
"Rather a pretty animal, Tom, about eigh-
teen inches in length, with a fine bushy tail as
long as its body. Its fur is dark, with a white
stripe down each side. It can be easily tamed,
and would serve very well as a cat in a house,
were it not for the disgusting way in which it
shows its anger. The fluid it squirts from



under its tail will scent the whole country
round. Even dogs can't bear it."
"I feel quite uncomfortable now from the
smell of George's clothes," said Annie.
The worst of it too, is, that you can't get
rid of it; no washing will take it away."
And so it proved; for notwithstanding re-
peated washing and airings, that suit of
George's was so offensive that he could no
longer wear it; and as everything placed near
it was infected, it was at last burnt.
Tom stopped up every cranny of the hen-
house which looked in the least dangerous,
with such neatness and skill that his father
and uncle were quite pleased.
Annie and George were watching him finish
his job, when Uncle John came up with what
looked like a large, green grasshopper, which
he had caught on a sycamore.
"Here, Annie," cried he, "is one of the
fellows that make such a grating, knife-grind-
ing sort of noise every night."
"I thought you said the little tree-toads
made it, uncle."
"The tree-toads aid the katydids too. This



is a katydid, or, perhaps, a katydidn't; for
people say they are divided in opinion, and
that as soon as one party begins to cry 'katy-
did,' the other shrieks louder still 'katydidn't,'
which accounts for the noise they make."
"Oh, uncle I do they really ?" cried George.
"You must listen, Georgy," replied his
uncle, laughing.
When we first came here"remarked Tom,
mother could not sleep for the noise they and
the tree-toads made."
The voice of the tree-toad is very loud for
so small a creature, but the katydid has really
no voice at all."
No voice, uncle ?"
No, Annie; the chirp of all kinds of
grasshoppers is produced by their thighs
rubbing against their wing-cases."
How very curious !" exclaimed the chil-
dren, and the katydid was examined with still
greater interest before it was released to rejoin
its companions on the sycamore.

What do you think of our building a boat,
Tom ?" said his uncle to him, a few days after



he had finished the hen-house. It seems to
me that you and I could manage it. What do
you say ?"
Oh I capital !" cried Tom, with delight;
"I'm sure we could I let's begin to-day 1"
"Well, we'll try at any rate. When you
have driven out the cows, come to me at the
"Where there's a will there's a way," was
Uncle John's favorite maxim, and certainly he
had reason to believe in the truth of it, for
he succeeded in everything he undertook.
The boat was no exception: it was built in
a wonderfully short time, and launched one
fine day in the presence of the assembled
family. It was not large enough to hold more
than two persons safely, but as Uncle John
said, if it did well, it would be an encourage.
ment to build another capable of containing
the whole household, and then, what pleasant
trips they might take!
The two boat-builders rowed several times a
couple of miles up and down the river in the
course of the week, bringing home, after each
excursion, a tolerable supply of cat-fish. This


was an acceptable change in their diet, for,
except when Uncle John killed some venison,
which had as yet only happened once, or Tom
shot squirrels enough to broil a dishfull, their
usual dinner was salt pork and hominy.
But a couple of miles up and down did
not at all satisfy Tom's desire of exploration;
he wanted to see more of the river, and
especially to discover a short cut by water
to Mr. Watson's mill. Uncle John hesitated
to give his consent to going any distance until
something more was known of the currents
and difficulties of the stream, so the boy
determined to go alone. One day, therefore,
when his father and uncle were chopping
fences in the woods, he unmoored the little
boat, and rowed off. The weather was very
fine, and the current rippled gently on between
the beautiful banks, which were now darkly
wooded, now smiling with green prairies and
sunny flowers. The sweet clear song of the
robin, or the monotonous tapping of the bril-
liant crimson-headed woodpecker, alone broke
the stillness of the scene ; and after a time,
Tom, somewhat wearied and heated by the



exertion of rowing, felt inclined to yield to the
spirit of rest which breathed around. So he
laid aside his oars, and let the boat drift idly
on while he refreshed himself with the cold
meat and bread he had provided for the occa-
sion. The current gradually became stronger,
the banks grew rocky and steep-soon large
masses of stone appeared scattered in the
river's bed, and the waters dashed noisily past.
Tom roused up at length, and began to wish
that he had not ventured so far; he seized the
oars to return, but too late-his single strength
could no longer direct the laboring boat, now
hurried along by the rushing stream. The
banks rose steeper-the river narrowed-the
hoarse sound of falling waters was heard, and
Tom saw with despair that he was approaching
a terrific cataract. There seemed no escape
from destruction-there was no hope of help
from human hand. The boy looked around
with a pale cheek, but brave heart-one
chance yet remained to save him from certain
death-one chance alone! A black and rugged
rock, around which the waters madly leaped
and broke, parted the current some feet from


the direction in which his little vessel was
impelled ;-if he could reach it, he would
be saved I As he approached it he stood up;-
could he make such a fearful leap ?-he sat
down again, and tried to calculate calmly the
distance and his powers. He drew near the
rock-still nearer-one moment more, and his
only chance of life would be gone forever!
He sprang upon the edge of the boat, and,
leaping from it with all the strength of despair,
fell, clinging with a death-grasp, to the pro-
jections of the wet and slippery stone, while
the boat, whirling round and round by the
impulse, dashed onwards and disappeared !
For some time Tom dared not raise his
head; he felt too bewildered, too terrified by
the danger he had escaped, to comprehend
perfectly his present situation. At length he
sat up, and endeavored to collect his thoughts,
and determine what next he should do. The
river-bank rose almost perpendicularly full
twenty feet; no straggling vine, by whose help
he might have clambered up, fell from it, and
the foaming torrent rushing between it and
him, rendered any attempt to scale it, without



some aid from above, utterly impossible. He
must, then, call for help; but who was there to
hear him in this wild place-and how could
he make himself heard above the din of the
raging waters which surrounded him? He
was nigh despairing again, when he remem-
bered the whistle with which he used to call
the pigs, and which he always carried about
him; he took it from his pocket, and blew a
long, shrill cry-it rose high above all the roar
and tumult of the cataract, and his failing
hope and courage revived.
"Dick," said Jem Watson to his elder
brother, as they were shooting squirrels that
afternoon in the woods, about three miles from
home, did you hear that whistle just now 2"
"A whistle! No; whereabouts ?"
It seemed to come from the Fall; but who
should be there father's at home, isn't he ?"
Yes, father's at home. But, hark! I hear
it now Who can it be ?-let's go see !"
The young man ran off, followed by Jem,
and they were soon on the cliff above poor
Tom, who sat wearily looking upwards. Tom


Lee !" they both cried in a breath, as his pale
face met their eyes.
Why, Tom I how came you there I" called
Don't stand bawling, Jem," said his bro-
ther; he 'd rather tell you up here than
where he is, I'11 be bound! Cut off home as
fast as you can, and tell father to come and
bring a rope-that one hanging over my tool
chest. Now be off-that poor fellow looks
almost at death's door already."
Jem needed no second telling, but was out
of sight in a moment, while Dick stayed near
the cliff, that Tom might be encouraged by the
sight of a friend. He had not to wait long; in
little more than an hour Mr. Watson and Jem
arrived with the rope, and after some trouble
they contrived to pull the wet and shivering
boy up in safety. They hastened with him to
the farm, where Mrs. Watson made him change
his dripping clothes for a suit of Jem's, and
take some very welcome refreshment, after
which she hurried his return home, knowing
from her own mother's heart how dreadful



must be the anxiety of Mr. and Mrs. Lee,
ignorant as they were as to what had become
of their son.
It was near sunset when Dick started on
horseback, with Tom behind him, for the ten
mile journey through the forest. They had
proceeded about two-thirds of the distance,
and had lighted one of the splinters of turpen-
tine pine they had brought for torches, when
they heard a shot. Dick answered it by
another, and a loud halloo I and presently a
light appeared through the trees approaching
them. As it came near, Tom recognized his
father and uncle, who had scoured the woods
around the log-house in search of him, and
were now on their way to Mr. Watson's,
hoping almost against hope to find him there.
It would be vain to attempt to describe the
tenderness lavished on the truant that night by
the happy family, or repeat the many grateful
words spoken to Dick. All the pain that the
thoughtless boy had caused was forgotten in
joy for his safety. You should have remem-
bered, Tom, how unhappy your absence with-
out our permission would make your mother


and me. How often, my son, have I said to
you that
Evil is wrought from want of thought,
As well as want of heart."

These were the only reproving words his
father's full heart could utter, but Tom felt
them; and when all knelt together before
retiring to rest, to give humble and hearty
thanks for the blessings of the past day-while
each heart poured forth its gratitude for the
especial mercy that had been granted-his
prayed also for power to resist temptation.



"I wonder what is the matter with Snap,"
cried George one evening about a week after,
as the family were at tea; "he sits there
looking at that corner as if he was quite
frightened; I've watched him such a time,
father !"
"Oh yes, father, do look!" cried Annie;
"he sees something between that box and the
wall, I'm sure !"
Hi hi! good dog! at him !" shouted
Tom, trying to incite the dog to seize the
object, whatever it might be. Snap's eyes
sparkled and -he ran forwards, but as quickly
drew back again, with every sign of intense
fear. At the same moment a mingled sound,
as of the rattling of dried peas and hissing,


was heard from the spot. "A snake !" cried
Uncle John, jumping up from the table, and
seizing a stout stick which was at hand,
while Mrs. Lee, at the word, catching Willie
in her arms, and dragging George, retreated to
the farthest part of the room, followed by
Annie. As the box was carefully drawn away,
the hissing and rattling became louder, and
presently a large rattlesnake glided out with
raised head and threatening jaws, and made
for the door. Snap stood near the entrance, as
if transfixed by fear, his tail between his legs,
and trembling in every limb. Uncle John
aimed a blow, but the irritated reptile darting
forwards bit the poor dog in the throat.
Before, however, Snap's yelp of agony had
died away, the stick fell on the creature's head,
and it lay there lifeless.
He's done for!" cried Tom, triumphantly.
"Yes, and so I fear is Snap, too," said
his father; "poor fellow !"
Can't we do anything for him, Uncle ?"
asked Tom, anxiously.
"Nothing that I know of-there is but
one antidote, it is said, and that is the rattle-


AN XnroE. 5.

snake weed,--the Indians believe it to be a
certain cure for the bite, but I don't know
it by sight."
Mrs. Lee now ventured forward to look for a
moment at the still writhing snake, and Tom
then dragged it out of the house ; but before
throwing it away, he cut off the rattle, which
was very curious. It consisted of thin, hard,
hollow bones, linked together, somewhat re-
sembling the curb-chain of a bridle, and rattling'
at the slightest motion. Uncle John showed
him how to ascertain the age of the reptile.
The extreme end, called the button, is all it has
until three years old; after that age a link
is added every year. As the snake they had
just killed had thirteen links, besides the
button, it must have been sixteen years old; it
measured four feet in length, and was about as
thick as a man's arm.
The unfortunate dog died after three or four
hours' great suffering, and was buried the next
day at the foot of a tree in the forest. His loss
was especially felt by George, who busied
himself for some hours in raising a little mound



over the grave, and then fencing'it round, as a
mark of esteem, he said, for a friend.
Meanwhile the summer was slipping fast
away, and October came, bringing with it cool
weather and changing leaves. The woods
soon looked like great gardens, filled with
giant flowers. The maple became a vivid
scarlet, the chestnut orange, the oak a rich red
brown, and the hickory and tall locust were
variegated with a deep green and delicate
yellow. Luxuriant vines, laden with clusters
of ripe grapes, twined around and festooned
the trees to their summits, while the ground
beneath was strewn with the hard-shelled
hickory-nut and sweet mealy chestnut, which
pattered down in thousands with the falling
It was at day-break on one of the brightest
and mildest mornings of this delightful season,
that the family were awakened by the shouts
of Tom, who was already up and out of doors,
setting the pigs, which were his particular
charge, free for their daily rambles in the



Oh, Uncle John !" he cried, running in for
his gun, "do get up: there are such lots of
pigeons about! Flock upon flock you can
hardly see the sun !"
Every one hastily dressed and rushed out-
it was indeed a wonderful sight which pre-
sented itself. The heavens seemed alive with
pigeons on their way from the cold north to
more temperate climates; they flew, too, so
low, that by standing on the log-house roof one
might have struck them to the earth with
a pole. Millions must have passed already,
when there approached a dense cloud of the
birds, which seemed to stretch in length and
breadth as far as eye could reach. It formed a
regular even column-a dark solid living mass,
following in a straight undeviating flight the
guidance of its leader. The sight was so
exciting that Mr. Lee and Uncle John ran
for their rifles as Tom had done, and opened a
destructive fire as it passed over.
The ground was soon covered with the
victims, and the sportsmen still seemed intent
on killing, as if they thought only of destroying



as many as possible of the crowded birds,
when Mrs. Lee called to them to desist.
"There are more of the pretty creatures
already slain," she said, "than we can eat,-it
is a shocking waste of life !"
And see, Tom," cried his sister, the poor
things are not dead, only wounded and in
pain !"
They all instantly ceased firing, and Mr. Lee
looked on the bleeding birds scattered around,
with the regretful feeling that he had bought a
few minutes' amusement at a great expense of
suffering. Uncle John and Tom, however,
only thought of pigeon-pies, and went to work
to put the sufferers out of their misery, and
prepare them for cooking.
A few days after this memorable morning,
the children and Uncle John set out for a
regular nutting excursion; Annie had made
great bags for their gatherings, and Mrs. Lee
provided a fine pigeon-pie for their dinner;
Tom took charge of it, his sister of Georgy,
and UncleTJohn carried his constant companion
on a ramble-his good rifle. By noon they



had gone more than three miles into the depths
of the forest; their bags were nearly filled, and
Tom began to grumble at the weight of the
pie, so that when they reached a pleasant open
spot near a spring, it was at once decided that
they should dine there. They spread their
little store on the ground, adding to it some
bunches of grapes from the vines around, and
then sat down with excellent appetites and the
merriest of tempers.
"I am never tired of watching the squir-
rels !" cried Annie, who had been looking for
some time at the lively little animals scamper-
ing in the trees; "just look what funny little
things those are !"
The young ones are just old enough now to
eat the nuts and berries," replied Uncle John;
'see how they are feasting !"
"Where do they live, uncle; in a hole?"
asked George.
Oh, George where are your eyes !" cried
his brother; look up there; don't you see the
little mud and twig cabins at the vary top of
the tree! those are their nests !"
I once read an interesting story," remarked


Uncle John, "of a squirrel that tried to kill
himself; would you like to hear it ?"
Oh yes, uncle !' they all cried in a breath.
"Well, this squirrel was very ill-treated by
his companions; they used to scratch and bite
him, and jump on him till they were tired,
while he never offered to resist, but cried in the
most heart-rending manner. One young squir-
rel, however, was his secret friend, and when-
ever an opportunity offered of doing it without
being seen, would bring him nuts and fruits.
This friend was detected one day by the others,
who rushed in dozens to punish him, but he
succeeded in escaping from them by jumping to
the highest perch of the tree, where none could
follow him. The poor outcast, meanwhile,
seemingly heart-broken by this last.misfortune,
went slowly to the river's side, ascended a tree
which stood by, and with a wild scream jump-
ed from it into the rushing waters !"
Oh, uncle what a melancholy story,"
cried Anne, quite touched by the squirrel's sor-
rows. *
"But wait, dear; our wretched squirrel did
not perish this time, he was saved by a gentle-



man who had seen the whole affair, and who
took him home and tamed him. He was an
affectionate little creature, and never attempted
to return to the woods, although left quite free.
His end was a sad one at last; he was killed
by a rattlesnake !"
Oh, horrid cried George, "that was
worse than drowning."
"So I think, Georgy. But isn't it time for
us to move homewards ? Wash the dish, An-
nie, at the spring, and Tom shall bag it again."
It was nearly dark when they reached the
log-house, tired with their long walk, and the
weight of their full bags, but in great spirits
nevertheless, for they brought back a prize in
an immense wild turkey, which Uncle John
had shot on the return march. They had seen
a great many of these beautiful birds during
the day, but none near enough to shoot; at last
a gang of some twenty ran across the path
close to them, and the ready rifle secured the
finest. Uncle John carried it by the neck,
slung over his shoulder, and so stretched, it
measured full six feet from the tip of the beak
to the claws. The plumage of its wings and



spreading tail was of a rich, glossy brown, bar-
red with black, and its head and neck shone
with a brilliant metallic lustre.
The nutting party were very glad to get to
bed that night, especially George, who was
more foot-sore than he liked to confess. Be-
fore saying good-night, they agreed to rise very
early the next morning, to spread their chest-
nuts in the sun, as Uncle John had told them
it would improve their sweetness exceedingly,
besides making them better for storing during
the winter. A great change in the weather
took place, however, during the night; a cut-
ting north-easterly wind and rain set in, and
continued with little intermission for nearly a
week. When bright, clear days returned, the
country showed that winter was approaching
rapidly. Uncle John took advantage of a call
Dick Watson made at the log-house with his
team, to accompany him to Painted Posts to
buy glass for the windows. On their return,
Dick stayed a couple of days to help with the
job, which was not finished before it was need-
ed, for they had begun to feel the cold very



sensibly, notwithstanding the great wood fire
they kept up.

The Indian summer-a delightful week in
the beginning of November, when the air is
mild and still, and a beautiful blueish mist
floats in the atmosphere, through which the
landscape is seen as through a veil of gossamer
-had come and gone, and a slight flurry of
snow had covered the ground with a white
mantle, when one morning a great squealing
was heard from the pen in which the pigs
were now kept.
S"What can be the matter there ?" said Mrs.
Lee, they are not fighting, I hope."
I'll go and see, mother," said Tom, run-
ning out. A moment after his voice was heard
shouting, a bear! a bear !" and he was seen
running towards the prairie, armed with a rail
which he had picked up in the yard. When
Mr. Lee and Uncle John rushed after him with
their rifles, he was gaining fast on a huge black
bear, which had just paid a visit to the hog-
pen, and was now trotting off to the woods
with a squalling victim. "Stop, stop, Tom l"



*cried his father; but Tom was too excited to
hear or see anything but the object of his pur-
suit; he ran on, and soon got near enough to
make his rail sound on the bear's hard head.
But though Tom was a strong, big fellow for
his years, he was no match for an American
bear, which is not so easily settled, and so
Bruin seemed determined to let him know; he
immediately dropped the pig with a growl, and


erecting himself on his hind legs, prepared to
give battle. Tom tried to keep him off with
the rail, but a bear is a good fencer, and a few
strokes of his great paws soon left the boy
without defence. The deadly hug of the angry



animal seemed unavoidable, when a shot from
Uncle John, which sent a bullet through the
left eye into the very brain, stretched the bear
lifeless on the snow.
If it hadn't been for you I should have had
a squeeze, uncle !" cried Tom, laughing.
You're a thoughtless, foolish boy, Tom !"
said his uncle; who but you, I wonder,
would have run after a bear with nothing but
a rail !"
He is indeed a thoughtless boy," said his
father, but I hope a grateful one; you have
most probably saved his life !"
Uncle knows I am grateful, I'm sure," said
Tom, "I needn't tell him !"
"It's a fine beast, and fat as butter," re-
marked Uncle John, feeling its sides as he
spoke, "yet he must have been hungry, fond
as a bear is of pork, to venture so near a house
by daylight !"
What a warm fur !" observed Mr. Lee,
"just feel how thick the hair is !"
But what can we do with such a mountain
of flesh and fat ?" asked Tom. We can't eat
it, and we've no dogs."



O, we'll eat it fast enough !" replied his
uncle; a bear ham is a delicacy, I assure
I think we may as well set about skinning
and cutting it up for curing at once, as we
have little to do to-day. What say you,
John ?"
"Yes, we had better; but we must do the
business here, for the skin would be quite
spoiled were we to attempt to drag the carcase
into the yard, though it would be more conve-
nient to have it there. We can take the hams
and fur, and leave the rest."
What a busy day this has been," said Tom,
that evening, when he and his sister had fin-
ished the reading and writing lessons their
father gave them every night; "what with
helping to catch the bear, and then to skin and
cut him up, and dinner and tea, and reading
and writing, I've not had a spare moment."
1 As to helping to catch the bear," said his
father, laughing, you may leave that out of
the catalogue of your occupations."
Not at all, father; for, if I hadn't gone
to see what was the matter, he would have



walked off with the pig, and no one the
Oh, certainly, Tom helped I" cried hiS un-
cle; and his mother helped, too, for, you re-
member, she wondered what was the matter in
the hog-pen !"
"I don't mind your fun, uncle," said 1pm;
SI shall shoot a bear myself some day."
"I'm glad that, if the poor bear was to
come, it came to-day rather than to-morrow,
for to-morrow will be Sunday," remarked
Annie; "the week has seemed so short to
me !"
So it has to me," said her brother; the
weeks seem to fly fast."
Because you are always occupied," ob-
served Mr. Lee; time is long and tedious
only with the idle. What a blessing work is;
it adds in every way to the happiness of life !-
it is good for the mind, and good for the body !"
"I used to think it very disagreeable, I re-
member !"
You have grown wiser as well as older,
Tom, during the past year," said his mother.
"If I only do so every year, mother !"



If you do, Tom, you will indeed be a happy
man, for the ways of wisdom are ways of
pleasantness;-but it must be time for your
usual wash."
Aye, so it is! I believe I like the Satur-
day night wash almost as well as the Sunday
rest. One seems to feel better, as well as
cleaner, after it!"

Sunday, in the family of the emigrants, was
generally happy; even the very youngest
seemed to be influenced by the spirit of peace
that breathed around on that holy day. No
loud boisterous voice, no jeering laugh was
ever heard ; a subdued, composed, yet cheer-
ful manner, marked the enjoyment of rest from
the fatigues of the past well-spent six days of
labor, while the earnest remembrance of their
Maker, the eager desire and striving to learn
and to do their duty to Him and to each other,
made the commencement of each new week as
profitable as it was welcome. The recollection,
too, of the land they had left was more tender
on this quiet day, and past joys and trials were
often recalled with a kind of melancholy



pleasure, sometimes with an almost regretful
feeling that the scenes in which they had
laughed and toiled should know them no long-
er. The green fields-the hawthorn hedges-
the cottages and the little gardens, gay with
the rose and the hollyhock-the ivy-grown
village church-all were remembered and
talked of in love-seeming ever more beauti-
ful as memory dwelt on them. They acknow-
ledged with thankfulness the blessings of their
present lot-they looked forward hopefully to
the future-but, oh! how deeply they felt that
the far-off island, the land of their birth, could
never be forgotten!
Here in the woods, where no church was
near, when the never-omitted morning prayer
was ended, Mr. Lee read aloud some good
plain discourse, and explained those passages
the children had not perfectly understood;
the evening was spent in listening to in-
teresting portions of the sacred history, and
in instructive and pleasant conversation. Be-
fore retiring to rest, all voices joined in some
sweet hymn of praise, and then, with hearts
softened by the touching sounds, and purified



by the blessed influences of a day so passed,
they slept the calm, untroubled sleep of inno-
cence, to awaken on the morrow strengthened
and refreshed, to obey once more the Divine
command-" Six days shalt thou labor."



TEN years after the settlement and incidents
related in the preceding chapters, it would
have been difficult to recognize the log-cabin in
the substantial farm-house that occupied its
place. The forest which once so nearly en-
closed it was gone, or only to be traced here
and there in a few decaying stumps, or the gray
ruins of girdled trees which yet resisted wind
and weather. The meadow land was covered
with grazing sheep and cattle, the yard filled
with stacks of hay and fodder, and large con-
venient barns and stables stood where the little
out-houses, which once sufficed to accommo-
date all the emigrants' gear, had formerly been;
corn fields, and orchards of peaches and apples
surrounded the dwelling, which, with its flower-


grown piazza and gay garden, presented a
pretty picture of peace and plenty.
But these changes had only been wrought
by slow degrees and hard work, nor had they
been unaccompanied by many trials and disap-
pointments. Crops had failed, or been de-
stroyed, when promising a bountiful harvest,
by fierce storms of rain and wind; and once
the woods had caught fire, and spread desola-
tion over the country. Prompt exertions saved
the house, but the labors of the year had been
lost, and the corn-fields ready for the harvest,
and the rich pastures left black and smoking.
Nor was the neighboring country less chang-
ed and improved: the narrow blazed tracks
which had formerly led to Mr. Watson's and to
Painted Posts had widened into well-travelled
roads; and clearings visible on hill-sides in the
distance, and frequent columns Wf curling
smoke rising above the far-off tree-tops,, gave
evidence of the habitations of men, and that
our emigrants were no longer alone in the wil-
Change had also been busy with the family,
as well as with their home and its surround-



ings. Mr. and Mrs. Lee showed least its
power; for though ten years older, the time
had passed too prosperously on the whole to
leave many wrinkles on their cheerful, content-
ed faces. But some of the children were
children no longer. Tom, now a fine young
man of twenty-two, had married Jem Watson's
sister Katie, and settled on a small lot which
lay on the banks of the river just below the
Fall that had once been so nearly fatal to him.
Taking advantage of the facilities offered by
the situation for a mill, he had raised one near
the rapids, and as the neighborhood became
more populous, he found increasing profit, as
well as employment, and was quickly becom-
ing a thriving miller. Uncle John, still good-
natured and light-hearted, had established him-
self near him on a comfortable farm, with a
wife he had brought from Cincinnati, and who
was as cheerful as himself, and the cleverest
housewife of the whole country round. They
had a little son and daughter, one four, the
other two years old, who were the delight and
pride of their parents. "Bub," or Bubby,"
as boys are familiarly called in the United



States, could already mount a horse, call in
the pigs, and sing Yankee Doodle as well,
his father declared, as he could himself;
while "Sissy" nursed her rag-doll, and lulled
it to sleep, in her tiny rocking-chair, with as
much tenderness and patience as a larger wo-
man. They were wonderful children! Uncle
John said.
The kind and gentle Annie had grown up,
beloved by all who knew her, and Jem Watson
had often thought what a good wife she would
make, and what a happy house that would be
of which she was mistress, before he summoned
courage to ask her to be his. When she con-
sented, he believed himself the most fortunate
man in Ohio. But she would not leave her
mother quite alone, with her many household
cares, and therefore it was determined that
though the marriage should take place in the
autumn, she should not move to Jem's house
until George, who had taken his elder brother's
place in helping his father, should be old
enough to bring home a wife to undertake his
sister's duties. Jem, meanwhile was to culti-
vate and improve the eighty-acre lot his father



had purchased for him within six miles of
Painted Posts, a place which was rapidly in-
creasing, and already offered a profitable mar-
ket to the neighboring farmers, more especially
as a railway now passed within two miles.
We shall have mentioned all our old friends
when we add that the baby Willy had become
just such another thoughtless daring boy as
Tom had been at his age, and that Dick Wat-
son was established in Cincinnati, now called
the Queen of the West," as a pork merchant,
and was getting rich very fast.
The maize, or Indian corn, had attained its
ripest hue, and been plucked from the dry
stems, which had been deprived of their leaves
as soon as the ear was fully formed, that no-
thing might screen the sun's hottest rays from
the grain, and the golden-colored pumpkins
which had been planted between the rows, that
no land might be wasted, even left to ripen
alone amid the withering corn-stalks. The
neighbors from far and near had visited each
other's houses in turn, for the Husking frolic,"
when all joined to strip from the ear the long
leaves in which it was wrapped, and which




were to be stacked as fodder for the sheep and
cattle. The apples had been sliced and dried
in the sun, and then strung and suspended in
festoons from the kitchen ceiling, the pumpkins
had at last been gathered in and stored in
great piles in the barn-all provision for win-
ter pies,-and the fall, as the Americans call
the autumn, from the falling of the leaf, was
drawing to a close when Annie's wedding-day
The Watson and the Lee families were so
much respected by their neighbors, that when
Tom was married, a year before, and now, also,
all seemed to think that they could not suffi-
ciently show their good will, unless they over-
whelmed them with whatever might be thought
most likely to please in the way of dainties.
For a day or two before, the bearer of some
present might have been seen each hour at the
Lees' door.
Please, Mrs. Lee, mother sends her com-
pliments, and a pot of first-rate quince pre-
serves," said one.
"I've just run over with some real sweet


maple, Mr. Lee," cried another. I reckon it's
better sugar than you've tasted yet I"
Annie and her mother began to wonder how
such an abundance of good things as poured
in upon them could ever be disposed of.
Breakfast had scarcely been cleared away
on the morning of the appointed day, when
Tom and Katie came trotting to the door in
their light wagon. They had scarcely alighted
when Uncle John arrived, driving up with his
wife and children. "Only just ahead of us,
Tom !" he cried, as he jumped out, and ran up
the steps to kiss Annie. "Bless you, my
I am so glad you are all come," said Annie,
with a smiling, blushing face. Mother is so
busy, and wishing so for Aunt Abby and
Katie !"
"Aye, they're two good ones for setting
things to rights !" cried Uncle John; "but I
say, Annie, we met a party of red ladies and
gentlemen coming here."
"What do you mean, uncle ?"
"Why, half a dozen Indians, with their
squaws and papooses are on the road, and 1



told them to stop here, and I would trade with
them-so get something for them to eat, will
The travellers soon made their appearance;
a strange-looking set of red-skinned, black-
eyed Indians, wrapped in dirty, many-colored
blankets. The men were hard-featured, and
degraded in their bearing, not at all resembling
the description we have received of their war-
like ancestors, before the fatal "fire water," as
they call rum, had become known to them;
\but some of the women had a soft, melancholy
expression of countenance, which was very
pleasing. They carried their babies, which
were bandaged from head to foot, so that they
could not move a limb, in a kind of pouch be-
hind; the little dark faces peeped over the
mothers' shoulders, and looked contented and
The party stopped at the gate, and all the
family went out to inspect the articles of their
own manufacture, which the Indians humbly
offered for sale. These consisted of baskets
ornamented with porcupine quills, moccasins
of deer-skin, and boxes of birch bark. Mrs.



Lee's and Aunt Abby's heart bled for the way-
worn looking mothers and their patient babes;
they relieved their feelings, however, by mak-
ing them eat as much as they would. Uncle
John and Tom were glad to buy some of the
pretty toys for wedding presents, and after an
hour's stay the party resumed their march.
Those Indians always make me feel sad,"
remarked Uncle John when they were gone;
a poor disinherited race they are,-homeless
in the broad land which once belonged to their
fathers !"
It is a melancholy thought at first, certain-
ly," replied Mr. Lee; but if you reflect
awhile you will find consolation. There are
many towns which were founded by persons
still living, whose inhabitants already outnum*
ber all the hunter tribes which once possessed
the forest; and surely the industry of civiliza-
tion is to be preferred to the wild rule of the
savage !"
"You are right," said Uncle John, with a
sigh; "but still I must be sorry for the In-
dians !"
The Watsons arrived shortly after, and every


one was busy, though, as Mrs. Lee often said
laughingly, no one did anything but Aunt
Abby, and she was indefatigable. Soon after
dinner the neighbors began to assemble, and
when the minister from Painted Posts arrived,
the ceremony which united the young couple
was performed in the neat little parlor of the
farm-house. At six o'clock an immense tea-
table was spread with all the luxuries of the
American back-woods;-there were huge dishes
of hot butter-milk rolls, and heaps of sweet
cake (so called from its being in great part
composed of molasses)-and plum cakes, and
curiously twisted nut-cakes-and plates of thin
shaven smoked beef, of new made cheese and
butter-and there were pies of pumpkin, peach,
and apple, with dishes of preserves and pickles.
The snow-white table-cloth was scarcely visible,
so abundant was the entertainment which cov-
ered it. After this feast, the evening passed
in merry games among the young people, while
the elders looked on and laughed, or formed
little groups for conversation, of which, indeed,
the remembrance of former weddings was the
principal subject.



Mr. Watson and Mr. Lee, now doubly con-
nected through their children, sat together a
little apart, recalling, as they talked, the va-
rious trials of their first experience of the
wilderness, and comparing the present with
the past.
Who would have anticipated such a scene
as this," remarked the latter, "when you
and Dick came to help us build the log-
house ?"
And yet it has come to pass by most sim-
ple means," replied Mr. Watson,-" industry
and perseverance. These qualities, as we are
now old enough to know, will gain a home and
its comforts in any part of the world,-in our
native land as well as here, although too many
doubt the fact. Yet there are times when a
man in the crowded communities of Europe
sees no refuge but in emigration. When such
is the case, he must make up his mind to leave
behind the faults and the follies which have
there hindered his well-being. If he cannot
do this he will be as poor and discontented
here as in England. You and I have reason,
my friend, to be grateful that the Providence



which guided us hither, gave us courage to
bear patiently the dangers and privations
which must be conquered before a home
and prosperity can be won by the Emi-



30r Mi3 V3rntljrw.

May God give you a happy Christmas. "






< COME boys," said Master Teuzer, a potter
of Dresden, to his work people, who had just
finished their breakfast, consisting of coffee and
black bread, Come! to work."
He stood up; the work people did the same,
and went into the adjoining work-shop, where
each of them placed himself at a bench.
"Who is knocking at the door ?" said the
Master, interrupting the silence which reigned.
"Come in there !" he added in a rough tone.
The door opened, and a little girl entered, sa-
luted him timidly, and remained standing on
the threshold. The clock had not yet struck
five, nevertheless the fair hair of the little girl,


who was about ten years old, had already been
nicely combed, and every part of her dress,
although poor, was neat and in order, her
cheeks and hands were of that rosy color which
is produced by the habit of washing in cold
Master Teuzer observed all this with secret
satisfaction, he looked kindly at the timid
child. "Ah, my little one, so early, and al-
ready up, are you then of opinion that the
morning is best for work? It is well, my
child, and appears to agree with you-you are
as fresh as a rose of the morning. Well; what
have you brought me ?"
The little girl took from her apron, which
she held up, a china cup, broken into two
pieces-" I only wished to ask you," said she,
in a sad voice, if you can mend this cup so
that the crack will not be seen."
Teuzer examined the pieces attentively, they
were of fine china, and ornamented with
painted flowers. So that one must not see
the crack," he repeated, it will be difficult--
but we will try." So saying, he laid the pieces
on one side, and returned to his work.



But the little girl, looking much disappoint-
ed, said, Ah, sir, have the kindness to mend
the cup immediately, I will wait until it is
The potter and his workmen began to laugh;
"then," said the former, "you will have long
enough to wait, for after being cemented, the
cup must be baked. It will be three days be-
fore I heat the furnace again, and it will be
five before you can have your cup."
The child looked disappointed, and Teuzer
continued, Ah, I see why you are up so
early-your mother does not know that you
have broken the cup, and you wanted to have
it mended before she is awake. I am right I
see-go then and tell your mother the exact
truth-that will be best, will it not ?"
The little girl said Yes," in a low voice,
and went away.
Very early on the following morning the
child returned.
"I told you," said Teuzer, frowning, "that
you could not have your cup for five days."
It is not for that I have come," replied the
child, but I have brought you something else



to mend,"-and she took from her apron the
pieces of a brown jar.
Teuzer laughed again, and said, "We can
do nothing with this-you think it is china be-
cause it is glazed, but it is from the Walden-
burg pottery, and quite a different clay from
ours. It would be a fine thing indeed if we
could mend all the broken jars in Dresden, we
should then be soon obliged to shut up shop,
and eat dry bread-throw away the pieces,
The little girl turned pale, "The jar is not
ours," she said, crying, "it belongs to Mrs.
Abendroth, who sent us some broth."
"I am sorry for it," replied Teuzer, "but
you must be more careful in using other peo-
ple's things."
It was not my fault," taid the child-" my
poor mother has the rheumatism in her hands,
and cannot hold anything firmly-and she let
it fall. Have you jars of this kind, and how
much would one of this size cost ?"
Teuzer felt moved with compassion, "I have
a few in the warehouse," he answered, "but


they are three times as dear as the common
He went to look for one to make a present to
the little girl, but on his return, chancing to
glance into her apron, he saw a little paper
parcel. "What have you there," he asked,
" coffee or sugar ?"
The little girl hesitated a moment. She was
almost afraid to tell him what she had in her
apron. She thought he might possibly suspect
that she had been taking something which did
not belong to her. Still, she hesitated but a
moment. She felt that she was honest, and she
saw no good reason why he should doubt her
honesty. So she said,
It is seed for our canary, our pretty Jacot.
He is a dear little creature, and he has had
nothing to eat for a long time. How glad
he will be to get it."
Oh, seed for a bird," said Teuzer, slowly;
and putting down the jar he was about to give
her, he returned to his work, saying to himself,
" if you can afford to keep a bird you can pay
me for my goods. Yes, yes, people are often



so poor, so poor, and when one comes to inquire,
they keep dogs, cats, or birds; and yet they
will ask for alms."
So the little girl had to go away without the
jar; however, she returned at the end of four
days for her cup. The crack could scarcely be
perceived, and Teuzer asked sixpence for mend-
ing it. The little girl searched in her pocket,
without being able to find more than four-
It wants two-pence," said she, timidly, and
looking beseechingly at the potter," who re-
plied, dryly, I see: well, you will bring it to
me on the first opportunity," he then gave her
the cup, and she slipped away quite humbled.
Now I have got rid of her, said Teuzer,
to his men, "we shall see no more of her
But to his surprise, she returned in two days
bringing the two-pence.
It is well," said he to her, it is well to be
so honest, had you not returned, I knew neither
where you lived, nor your name. Who are
your parents ?"
My father is dead, he was a painter, we



live at No. 47 South Lane, and my name is
Madelaine Tube."
Your father was a painter, and perhaps
you can paint also, and better too, than my ap-
prentice that you see there with his great
mouth open, instead of- painting his plates?"
The boy, looking quite frightened, took up
his pencil and became red as fire, while Made-
laine examined his work.
Come here, Madelaine," said Teuzer, "and
make him ashamed, by painting this plate."
Madelaine obeyed timidly. Even if she had
performed her task badly-Teuzer would cer-
tainly have praised her to humiliate his ap-
prentice; but this was not the case. With a
firm and practised hand, the child drew some
blue ornaments upon the white ground of the
Without saying a word, Teuzer went to his
warehouse, and returned with a Waldenburg
jar which he gave to the little girl. Take
it," said he, "it was intended for you some
days since. One who although so little and
so young as you are, is already so clever, can
well afford to keep a bird. If you like to paint



my plates and other little things you shall be
well paid."
Madelaine was delighted, her face shone with
joy; she gladly consented to this proposal, and
having thanked Master Teuzer, skipped away
carrying her jar.



MADAMi TUBE, the mother of Madelaine,
was a great sufferer from rheumatism. Severe
pain had kept her awake almost the whole
night; but towards morning a heavy sleep
gave her some relief, and prevented her hear-
ing the crowing of a cock in a neighboring
yard, which usually disturbed her: Madelaine,
however, heard it well, and making as little
noise as possible, she rose from her miserable
It was still quite dark in the little room, yet
as Madelaine was very tidy, she easily found
her clothes, put them on quickly, and going
very gently into a narrow yard in front of this
wretched room she washed her face, hands,
and neck, at the fountain. Perceiving on her


return that her mother still slept, she knelt
down and repeated her morning prayer, with
great attention, then taking up the stocking she
was knitting, worked diligently at it until the
daylight came feebly in at the little window,
when, putting her knitting aside, she lighted
the fire in the stove and began to prepare
"The smoke suffocates me," said Madame
Tube, as she awoke coughing.
"Good morning, dear mother," said Made-
laine affectionately, "the wood is damp and
the stove full of cracks, but I will try if I
cannot stop' the smoke." She then took some
clay which she had ready wetted in a broken
cup, and endeavored to stop the large cracks in
the stove, which was of earthenware.
Raise me a little," said the mother. Made-
laine hastened to her-she put her arms round
the child's neck, who had to exert all her
strength to raise her. Madame Tube, whose
constant suffering had made her fretful, said,
in a complaining tone, "Where does this ter-
rible draught come from, is the window open
there ?"



Madelaine examined it: Ah," said she,
the rain has loosened the paper I had pasted
to the broken pane, I will cover it up." She
then placed an old oil painting against it, which
looked as if it had often served the same pur-
"Is the coffee ready ?" asked Madame Tube.
"V ery soon," replied Madelaine: "only
think, dear mother, I have had some very good
beef bones given to me, with which I can make
you some nice soup, and the cook at the hotel
has promised to keep the coffee-grounds for me
every day, so we can have some real coffee this
morning, instead of the carrot drink."
"But why are you going about without
shoes," said her mother to Madelaine, "you
will take cold on the damp stones? Why do
you not put on your shoes, I say ?"
"Do not be angry, dear mother, I must be
careful-the soles are already thin, so thin-
like paper."
"Alas!" what will become of us?" said
Madame Tube.
Do not fret, dearest mother, I can already
earn a little at good Master Teuzer's, and be-



sides, God who is so very good will not aban-
don us."
It is true," replied the mother, "but we
have waited long."
When the need is greatest, help is nearest,"
rejoined Madelaine.
Is Raphael not yet awake ?" asked Madame
Something was at this moment heard to
move in the dark- corner behind the stove, and
soon after a little boy, half-dressed, came out
softly, and feeling his way. Madelaine ad-
vanced towards him, and kissing him with
much affection, said, Good morning, my Ra-
The little boy returned her caress, and then
asked anxiously, "What is the matter with
Jacot ? he does not sing !"
It is too dark still," said Madelaine, he
is not awake."
Madame Tube said, in a displeased voice,
"Yes, yes, his bird makes him forget every
thing, even to say good morning to his mother."
"Do not be angry," answered the little boy
as he approached the bed, I did not know


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