Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Harry's invention
 Sir John and the Erebus
 "But" and "Will"
 The systematic givers
 My brainless acquaintance
 Back Cover

Title: Harry's invention and other stories
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Title: Harry's invention and other stories
Physical Description: 91 p. : ill., port ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Pansy, 1841-1930
Barraud, Allan F ( Illustrator )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop and Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1887
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: from the Pansy.
General Note: Some illustrations by A. Barraud.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Harry's invention
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Sir John and the Erebus
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    "But" and "Will"
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    The systematic givers
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    My brainless acquaintance
        Chapter I: In which I tumble
            Page 31
            Page 32
            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
        Chapter II: I am introduced
            Page 39
            Page 40
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
            Page 44
        Chapter III: A strange history
            Page 45
            Page 46
            Page 47
            Page 48
            Page 49
            Page 50
        Chapter IV: An unexpected visit
            Page 51
            Page 52
            Page 53
            Page 54
            Page 55
            Page 56
            Page 57
            Page 58
            Page 59
            Page 60
        Chapter V: A tragic story
            Page 61
            Page 62
            Page 63
            Page 64
            Page 65
            Page 66
            Page 67
            Page 68
            Page 69
        Chapter VI: My life is saved
            Page 70
            Page 71
            Page 72
            Page 73
            Page 74
            Page 75
            Page 76
            Page 77
            Page 78
        Chapter VII: In which the story is finished
            Page 79
            Page 80
            Page 81
            Page 82
            Page 83
            Page 84
            Page 85
            Page 86
            Page 87
            Page 88
            Page 89
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    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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rHAT boy on his velocipede, upside down
(not the boy), with a bell by his side,
playing scissors-grinder, means business as well
as fun. He is one of your thinking fellows, who
uses his eyes and head when there's anything
to be learned. Who, for example, would have
thought that his volocipede was anything but
a volocipede ? He, however, discovered that by
a slight-of-hand it could be turned into what
you now see it to be.
True, it can't mend umbrellas, nor is it the
very latest style of a scissors-grinder. But it is
-better than nothing. Indeed Harry thinks it
a perfect success of its kind. One look at his
face will convince you that he thinks so.
He is learning something, however, and in a
few years it will make more sunshine in his eyes
than there is there now. He is learning to-
discover and invent.
As for Miss Maggie with the broken umbrellas,


she became his wife when she was old enough.
But they had "bad luck," as people call it.
Harry lost his place in a store during the
troubles in New York in 1857, when so many
merchants failed.
Unfortunately he had not laid up for a rainy
day," so the business crash found Harry with
only a few dollars in his pocket, his bank ac-
count all drawn and his salary at an end. He
had no friends to loan him money. His house
rent was due. Work could not be found, though
he searched high and low for it, and was will-
ing to do any odd job for pay.
He remembered his cheery times on his up-
side-down velocipede, when his little Maggie
used to come from her pretty home to offer
him her armful of umbrellas to mend. And
oh! how he wished those times back again.
Things grew worse and worse. They were
turned out door by the landlord for a few dol-
lars' rent which Harry could not raise. At last
poor Harry and his sad little wife Maggie had to
go to an attic to live, with no certainty of being
able to pay the rent and stay in such a place.
One night while Maggie was trying to mend
her dress by the light of a handle, and Harry was


sitting by cheering her up as best he could, say-
ing, "Never you mind, Maggie, there's a good
time coming. Our Heavenly Father will not for-
sake us when we most need Him. Ma always
used to pray often when pa was out of work
and times were hard. She told me to. Many
a time we would go up-stairs and stay an hour
in my bedroom telling God about it and asking
for help. It always came ma prayed just as
if she knew it would. We are His children,
Maggie, cheer up."
While Harry was talking, he was also, with-
out hardly knowing it, watching Maggie's fingers
as they moved over her work. Parts of the
work were difficult. All at once he leaped from
his chair, making the old attic ring with:
"I have it, I have it."
"What ?" said his excited vife.
"A fortune! Maggie, a fortune!"
So it turned out in a few months. He saw
how a simple machine could do Maggie's work
better and faster than her fingers.
He somehow got his invention patented, and
sold it for many thousand dollars, and they came
down out of that attic into one of the prettiest
homes you ever saw. They may be there now.


T I-IS is a real Johnny. He was born one hun-
dred years ago in England. When a very
little fellow he was fond of the water. Ile would
make little ships like the one in our picture, and
slip away back of the barn and' down through
the bars, which he didn't always put up in his
hurry to the pond among the trees. Here with
his ship he would spend hours seeing the wind
blow it from shore to shore. When there was no
wind to make it skip over the water, he would
puff sharp blasts from his cheeks against the
He learned a great deal watching his ship.
And he thought, may be, he would some day
have a big one, be its captain, sail away off upon
the ocean, visit distant lands and see strange
people and strange things. And he did.
But he was going to school, learning fast and
making many friends by his good conduct. His
father told him one day when he came from


school, right after tea, when they were sitting
about the bright fire, that he wanted him to
learn all he could and make haste and grow up
a good man and be a minister of Christ.

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But though our boy thought it would be a
grand thing to spend his life telling about Jesus
and his love, yet lie thought also he could do it


as well in a ship as in a pulpit. And when his
father saw how much he loved the sea, how
much he knew about ships, and how well lie
could sail his own little vessel, he consented.
Soon after Johnny was taken on board the ship
Polyphemus as midshipman. He was a sort of
servant, or a cadet, to carry the commands of
the captain. Of course he was very happy.
This was a first step to being captain himself.
But the Polyphemus was a war ship. There
was war at that time and many battles in which
brave men suffered much and died.
He could not escape now if he had wished to.
He did not wish to. One day the Polyphemus
met an enemy's ship and the cannon were soon
sending shot into each other like leaden hail.
Many dropped dead. Johnny did every thing
he was told to, often going right in the midst of
danger. He was brave. Not a shot, however,
hit him. He was in many other dreadful bat-
tles on the sea where the shot were flying all
about him; but he always came off unhurt.
Then, being now a man, he was put in com-
mand of a ship. He had sailors and soldiers
under him. He said to one go here or there,"
and he went; to another, do this," and he did


it. He was captain over a big ship, and at the
call of his country, away he sailed over the
great ocean to the North to find out what he
could about things in that strange icy land. He
was gone several years, and travelled many thou-
sand miles. One day as his wife and some
friends stood on the wharf where the ships land
and looked out upon the ocean, they saw a little
thing no bigger than your hand. Then as they
kept looking and wondering what it might be,
it grew larger and larger, and came nearer, and
through their spy glass they saw masts, sails, and
flags flying from the very tops, and then, be-
hold they read the name of the ship and they
knew that it was the very ship on which, not
Johnny, nor John, but Sir John, that was his
name now, had sailed three years before.
I-ow the ship soon rode into the harbor and
dropped her strong anchor into the water to
hold her fast, and how the soldiers and sailors
and Sir John came on land, and what he did
and said and what his happy wife, Jane, did, and
how handsome she looked I can't tell you.
Forty years ago last May, England fitted Sir
John out with two fine ships. They were the
Erebus and Terror.


Away they sailed from the wharf where many
came to see them off, among them Lady Frank-
lin, Sir John's wife.
Away they pushed through the sea toward
the North. On they went, further and further
from their home, to see if they could find the
North Pole or what was called the "Northwest
Soon they met icebergs, or great mountain
castles, moving down from the north. But the
Erebus and Terror turned aside and sailed
north, north, north, hundreds of miles.
Then the winter came on. The two ships
were soon hedged in by the ice. They could
neither go forward nor backward. The ice be-
came thicker and thicker; the nights longer and
colder. The men were clothed in fur, and there
were stoves in the ships, but they shivered with
the cold. No word came to them from their
friends. They, however, tried to be cheerful,
hoping for spring and the breaking up of the ice
so they could sail out of their prison and find
the Northwest Passage.
They sang, told stories, read, celebrated each
other's birthday; good Sir John read sermons
and prayers to his men as was his custom and


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exhorted them to be of good cheer. It was a
joyful thought to them of making wonderful dis-
coveries in that strange land and then coming
back some day with the news.
But the spring came and went, another and
another, but no tidings of Sir John. Then
there was alarm. Meetings were called, speeches
made, great sums of money raised; brave captains
and crews offered to go in search of him. Vessel af-
ter vessel went and came, only to report failure.
Five years passed; seven; nine; ten Hope
was dying- eleven. Lady Franklin did not give
up, but fitted out, at her own expense, a little ship.
Captain and sailors bid good-by to wives and
friends, not knowing they would ever see them
again, as they resolved not to come back till they
found out something as to the fate of Sir John.
So this little ship disappeared far away north-
ward, and, like the others, in a few weeks, was
in the midst of majestic palaces of ice.
But it worked its way on, when, lo! one day
as the captain was hunting here and there, he
came upon parts of a ship, and he knew it was
Sir John's. He also found Sir John's own
handwriting and many other things that told of
great sufferings and death.


It appeared that he had died June 11th, 1847;
but he was not found till 1857. All had perished.
He was a noble Christian man, with a heart
tender as a woman's.
When the little ship came back with the
news, England mourned as did this nation over
the fate of Sir John Franklin.


F ARMER SMITH was fond of birds.
When he was young, married and settled
in his new house, he planted trees about his
home for the birds to live in. He made several
pretty cages for the martins. Here and there
he put small boxes among the tree-tops to
draw certain birds that love to occupy houses
that other folks have built.
When boxes failed he would take old oyster
cans instead. One day he picked up a leaky
glue-pot and tied that on a young elm-tree.
The next day it was rented" by a wren.
There she continued year after year, taking a
vacation in the winter in Florida for her health's
sake. She had a way of paying her rent that
quite satisfied Farmer Smith, as he never
ejected or annoyed her. He probably got his
rent in music.
As the years went by, the young elm grew
and grew till its top branches seemed almost to

"BUT" AND "WILL." 17

touch the sky. It spread, some said, over a half
acre nearly.
The glue pot, or wren's nest, had gone up too,
beyond the reach of bad boys that are not happy
in seeing birds happy.
One summer, when Mother Wren and Father
Wren had gone away on a short visit, the chil-
dren looked down from the door of their cottage
and saw some strangers approaching. Among
them was Farmer Smith. He was showing them
over.the grounds and pointing out this thing and
They came under the elm and talked, and the
young Wrens listened. And when the old
people returned they related the conversation of
Farmer Smith and the strangers.
They were greatly excited, as something was
said about cutting the "old elm" down.
But the parents quieted their troubled wren-
lets with a good supper and, putting them to
sleep, they talked the matter over in a whisper
with their heads close together.
The next day, charging the children to listen
carefully, they flew away, returning soon with a
good dinner.
As they sat eating, Miss Kittle Wren spoke up:

18 "BUT" AND "WILL."

"They came again, and I heard Farmer
Smith say that this tree was indeed in the way.
He could not raise anything about it, it shaded
everything so. 'But I can't bear,' he said -I
couldn't hear the rest. But I guess it was some-
thing awful, and we'll have to get right out
of our pretty house or be cut down. 0 dear,
And they all set up a cry, and were quieted
only when told there was no danger, because
Farmer Smith said But."
The next day, on their return, Master Fred
related the talk.
"Farmer Smith said: 'I can't get through
winter, as I see, without cutting up "old elm"
for wood. But, dear me, how can I? I set
it out, and-have enjoyed its shade so long. Yet
I suppose some day it must come down for fire-
wood.' "
"No danger yet," said Mr. Wren. "So longas
that But' stands there he can't strike old elm'
one blow."
The next day Deb told how he came and
measured it and figured up how many cords of
wood it might make, and then he guessed he
might cut it next week.




"BUT" AND "WILL." 21

"Needn't be disturbed, darling, so long as
Farmer Smith guesses he'll do it next week.
That does not mean anything."
At supper on the following evening, Fred
said: "Farmer Smith said to-day, 'Boys, I
want you to cut down the elm.' It's all up
with us now."
"Never fear a man who only wants a thing
done. Thousands of people want this and that,
but don't do it. You may rest another day,
children. Eat, drink and be merry till we get
Mother Wren had barely entered the door
with a delicious dinner when Kittie, Fred and
Deb all put in at once:
"You had scarcely gone, when Farmer Smith
came out alone and walked around'old elm'
muttering something. Then he said, 'I will go
now and get my axe and cut it down this very
day.' He is grinding his axe now; don't you
hear the grindstone ? "
He said, I will?' Are you sure it was not
guess or think I will?"
"We are positive," all said.
"Then pack up this very minute. We must
move before he strikes the first blow."

22 "BUT" AND "WILL."

And away they went.
Did you ever hear of folks who say they
ought to sign the Temperance Pledge; who
guess they will seek religion; who think they
will begin to pray some day, but not now? A
few will, like the Prodigal Son, and they are
Do you but or guess or think or will?


QLOWLY Alice Vincent and Laura Keats
walked down the slope until they came to
the rustic bridge that spanned the stream that
ran through the seminary grounds; here in
one of the pavilions that jutted out over the
water they seated themselves for a talk.
"I know," said Alice, taking up the thread of
their conversation where it had been broken off
a little way back when they met a party of
girls bound for the butternut grove. These two
had been urged to join the others, but they evi-
dently preferred each other's company, though
they were not rude enough to say j ist that. "I
know it does seem as though we might do
something; but how to begin."
"I do not know of any way but just to begin,"
replied Laura.
"But who will start it?"
Why, you for one, and I for another. Here
you have been saying ever since we heard Mrs.


Van Benschoten speak, that it seems as though
we might do something; but saying that will
never do anything. We must just do it."
"What?" asked Alice.
Call a meeting of the girls and organize for
"The girls won't come."
"You and I will be there, and Minnie Craw-
ford, and there are only three sides to a tri-
angle, and that is all we had to begin geometry
But we shall have more than that," replied
Alice, laughing. "Annie Clark will join us and
make a quadrilateral."
Well," said Laura, that will be a good be-
ginning, and you know how we progress from
polygons to circles -we may have a mission
circle before we know it."
That evening when, after tea, the students
gathered for evening worship, the principal
Immediately after this service, all who are
interested in the forming of a mission band are
requested to meet in the small room adjoining
the library."
Accordingly, instead of three or four, as the


originators of the scheme had looked for, twenty-
five girls filled the little room to overflowing.
Alice Vincent called the meeting to order, say-
ing: "Miss Keats will state to us the object of
this call."

And Miss Keats stepped forward with a dignity
which may have been assumed at first, but
which gave place to something that was real, as
she lost herself in her subject.
We have lately heard," she said, some very'
astounding facts. Some of us knew a part of


the truth before; at least we might have known
it, but I dare say very few of us have been in-
terested in knowing. But I think that in the
course of the very able address to which we
were privileged to listen last Sabbath, it was
brought home to us very forcibly that there are
millions upon millions of men and women sit-
ting to-day in the darkness of heathenism.
Many of them know that they are in the dark,
and they are crying out to us to send them the
light of the Gospel. You remember that we
were told that people used to think that there
were two points only to be looked at in this
matter of sending the Gospel to the heathen:
Were the people ready to receive it ? and, Were
the messengers ready to go? These two things
Christians have been praying for, and now it
would seem that 'all things are ready.' The
heathen world has opened its doors to the Gos-
pel; men and women well fitted for the work are
ready and waiting to go; yet there is a halt in
the work. Instead of two links there are three,
and the middle one is missing. It is literally a
golden link that is wanting. Now, girls, fellow
Students, does it not seem a burning shame that
when so many are willing to take up the self-


denying work now that the very thing which
the Church has been praying for has come to
pass -I say, is it not a shame that the money
should be wanting ? I think we will all agree to
that, and if so, we must own that a part of the
disgrace is ours. The most of us are Christians;
some part of the work belongs to us. Shall we
take it up, and begin now? We have been
called together to talk over the matter of organ-
izing a mission circle; I would put it, a giving
circle; for that is exactly what we propose
to do, give! It is not quite time to propose a
name for the organization, but when it comes to
that, I want to propose 'The Systematic
Now I do not intend to give you in this sketch
a lesson upon organization, so I shall not give a
full report of the proceedings, or tell you how
closely they followed Parliamentary usage. It
is enough to tell you, that "The Band of Sys-
tematic Givers" was duly organized, and prop-
erly officered. This motto was adopted:
Upon the first day of the week let every one of
you lay by in store as God hath prospered him."
Each member of the band pledges herself to
give one tenth of her spending money, or the


money which she calls her own. Considerable
discussion has arisen among the girls as to what
moneys they have a right to tithe.
"What would you do about taking a tenth
out of the money your father sent to you for a
new dress?" asked Lilie Case.
".Well," replied Laura, I will tell you what
I did. Papa sent me thirty dollars for dress,
hat, etc., and I decided to take out a tenth, and
get a dress of a little cheaper material, or a
plainer hat. But I tell you, Lily, I never made
even thirty dollars go so far as the twenty-seven
did. Bess says my dress is prettier than hers
that cost twenty-five dollars, and I know it will
be more durable than hers."
"With those of us who have an allowance
which must cover all personal expenses there
can be no question about the matter," said Alice
Vincent. "If we choose to deny ourselves of
some luxuries, we have the right to do so, I
suppose, but some of our fathers say, 'get what
you need and have the bill sent home.' "
I know," replied Laura, there is a difficulty
in some cases of knowing just what we may do;
but all of us have something that we may call
our very own, and that is all we are responsible


for, after all. I know the girls pretty well, and
with one or two exceptions, a tithe of what we
spend for confectionery, creams and ices in the
course of the term would buy a good many
Bibles. We girls might almost support a mis-
sionary; certainly we can take a scholarship in
some of the schools."
And this is what they did: pledged themselves
to support a pupil in a mission school. After
several months had passed Lily Case remarked
one day: "Is it not wonderful how much we
can do by following out a regular system? Why,
I do not miss the money I give, and I actually
give dollars where I used to give cents !"
"I am sorry you lose the blessing of self-
denial," said Laura, smiling; you ought to give
enough to miss it."
"Oh! you need not imagine I do not feel it.
Every time I take out the tenth it hurts, for I
am naturally stingy. And I say to myself,' You
old miser! you have got to deny yourself even
if it does pinch.' But after I put the money in
the little gilt box, I find that I get along just as
well without it to spend. And I love to hand
it over to the treasurer. That is what I meant
when I said I did not miss it."


It was only a little while ago that Laura said,
one evening, Girls, I want to tell you something.
I am going to India."
And it was then and there decided that when
Laura Keats goes to India "The Systematic
Givers will have a missionary of their own.




T was the warmest day we had had all sum.
mer, that day in the early part of August,
when, as Mrs. Stowe says, you could fairly "hear
the huckleberries sizzling and broiling on the
bushes," and I had gone up to my room in de-
spair, after having for a half-hour vainly tried to
find a cool place; every one of my mother's
boarders was also in quest of the coolest place
in Campbell.
I would liked to have gone out to the orchard,
and lain down under an apple tree, but I sadly
reflected that this was impossible, as I had that
duty to do which all schoolboys hate so, namely,
to write a composition!


I had decided that morning what it should be
about. The subject should be -pins! I would
not take for a model the boy who defined them
as articles which have saved innumerable per-
sons' lives, by not being swallowed but I would
take the Encyclopmedia, and find how pins were
made, what they were made of, where they were
made, when and where they were first made, etc.,
and, moreover, that morning I had done it. I
had taken Chambers' Encyclopmdia, and found
all I wanted to know about the small articles,
but the writing of the composition still remained
to be done, and I was unquestionably too lazy to
get my pen, ink and paper, and go to work.
However, I opened my desk, and leaned on the
window-sill a moment, gazing lazily out over the
meadow, the garden just back of the house,
Racket Brook in the distance, and behind them
all, the woods where our school was which re-
minds me that I must stop right here, and tell
you about the pride of our hearts our school.
Miss Laddlewing, our teacher, had unfortu-
nately promised to marry a young gentleman
from New York, who was boarding with my
mother for the summer, and the ceremony was
to take place in the fall. Now Campbell was


such a very small and sleepy little place that
few enterprising school teachers wanted to come
there; and as we had made such rapid progress
under Miss Laddlewing, they wanted us to con-
tinue school through the season, just in the fore-
noons. But we rebelled. The school board
could not deny that the little schoolhouse had
been very hot and uncomfortable even during
the few warm days that we had had that spring,
and we realized how perfectly suffocating it
would be during the summer, which promised
to be an unusually warm one. Now the school
board was composed of our fathers, who were
just as kind and thoughtful as good fathers al-
ways are ; so one day the whole dozen of them
walked into the schoolhouse, and announced
their request that no child attending the Camp-
bell private school should cross Racket Brook;
until further notice was given! What a strange
request! But we promised that we would not,
though we realized how hard it would be; as
just over Racket Brook were the woods where
the wild flowers first appeared, and we often
took long tramps there.
Well, we waited impatiently, and meanwhile
wagons full of lumber were seen slowly thread-


ing their way over the small bridge across the
Brook. Soon the sounds of hammers, saws and
planes could be distinctly heard from that vicin-
ity. We wondered still more, and questioned
about it, but apparently mum" was the word,
and we could get no replies except constant ex-
hortations not to forget our promises.
One day in the middle of June, the fathers
walked into the dingy red schoolhouse again, and
invited us to march over the brook into the
woods, where we would find preparations made
for our arrival. The school books would please
go along.
Ahl! here was an explanation to the mystery!
They had evidently been planning a picnic for
us, and the carpenters had been building tables
and benches to spread the refreshments on. So
we marched gayly over. But as we arrived in
the woods, O, the sight that met our eyes!
There were tables, it is true, up a few feet in
the trees, and benches by them, and away up,
about fifteen feet high, in one of the trees, was a
large platform with a railing around it, and a
table and chair on it.
"This," said the president, "is to be your
summer schoolhouse!"


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Then oh! what clapping and hurrahs there
were. There is no need to tell you how de-
lighted we felt. There, in that beautiful place,
we were to have school all summer. There
with the grass and wild flowers for a carpet, a
canopy of green leaves for a roof, a desk and
bench for every couple of scholars, a few feet
from the ground. Oh! ho]w happy we would le.
Not have school in the summer We would be
willing to go all day !
It was a perfect success. One of the boys
told us once of a conversation that he heard be-
tween a father and a critic.
"I'm afraid," said the critic, that the chil-
dren won't behave themselves there. They will
be running wild all the time."
Oh, as to that," said the father, with a twinkle
in his eye, if they don't behave there, we'll just
move to the schoolhouse again "
After that I assure you we behaved. There
was no staying away from school, then. No
sudden headaches were imagined, on days when
there was going to be an especially hard lesson.
"It is remarkable," said one mother, "that
Katy never has those hard headaches since the
school has been moved."


In our summer schoolhouse we could get a
drink whenever we wanted it from a cool spring
flowing out from beneath the roots of the largest
tree. Sometimes we would get out of our seats
and just sit in the boughs of the trees.
Now here I have been interrupting myself for
a long while, when I should have been telling
my story. But I really think you ought to know
about our queer schoolhouse. By the way, we
never got wet: the leaves of the trees were a
sufficient protection from any ordinary shower,
and if it rained very hard, as it seldom did dur-
ing that dry summer, why there was an awning
of tent-cloth that could be stretched above all
the desks. It was on the large platform that I
mentioned that I was to read my composition on
" Pins," the one that I should have written the
afternoon of which I speak.
I suddenly got up from my reverie at the win-
dow, and, snatching my hat from the bed, rushed
downstairs, and out of doors. I pursued my
way through the garden, over the stile going
into the meadow, and walking swiftly along by
the shore of the brook, with my eyes on the sky,
I suddenly stubbed my toe against the roots of a
stump, and fell flat!



H A! ha! ha!" I heard a voice exclaim.
"Well, now, that is funny, I declare!
And that's the first time I ever gave any one a
tumble! Now I'm just delighted !"
I picked myself up hurriedly, rather provoked
at any one who would laugh at my misfortune;
but as I glanced around, I met the smiling look
of a stump, its hard face breaking into great
wrinkles with laughter, and almost shaking, at
my tumble. Naturally, it was disagreeable
to be laughed at, and usually I would have re-
sented such treatment, but one glance into the
jolly face of the stump over whose roots I had
tumbled was enough to set me laughing merrily
You see," continued the stump, "I'm out of
the regular path here, and so I don't usually get
tumbled over; in fact, this is the first time that


anybody has met with such a catastrophe; so
I'm quite proud Now there's old Axle, over
there, whose largest root lies right across the
path of you schoolchildren, and he gives ever so
many tumbles, but I never do I s'pose you
don't know, by the way, how he came to be
named Axle. You see, Jim Peterson was going
to chop him down one day, but as he struck the
axe in him, and went to take it up again, only
the handle came, and the axe stuck, he was so
tough; ever since, we've called him Old Axle.
Quite a good joke, isn't it? Ha, ha, ha! and
the stump broke into another hearty laugh.
At that moment I saw something glimmering
in the sunlight at the foot of the tree, and stooped
to pick it up, just as the stump went on.
"I say, give us a breeze, old beechey This
is a warm day ; and seeing you're the only tree
left here, you might fan us a little, I think.
Don't you, youngster ?"
I nodded my assent to the stump's opinion,
and the young beech tree, which grew by the
stump's roots, probably thinking it best to acqui-
esce with our opinion, bowed obediently before
us, and cooled us off.
"It was real mean," continued the stump, that


those old wood-choppers should go and chop all
our heads off. Pretty soon we'll rot, and go to
ruin, though it'll take pretty long for old Axle
to grow much softer, won't it, Axle?"
By this time I had picked the shining article
up that I saw glimmering in a niche at the
stump's roots, and it proved to be a very long
pin, slightly rusted, having evidently lain there
quite a while.
Oh !" exclaimed the stump, what have you
there ? I see! You have the pin that's lain
there so long. That old man who boards at
your mother's fell flat over Axle, as usual, the
other day, and the pin that lie was doing some-
thing with, flew over here at my roots, where it's
lodged ever since. The other day when that
shower came, it rusted a little, and it's (but I
should say he,' for it strongly dislikes to be
called 'it'), he's very much troubled about it,
and I have no doubt would be exceedingly
obliged if you'd take him home, and polish him
off a little, for which he might reward you by
telling you the story of his life, which is very
interesting. But if you'll kindly take the trouble,
you might bring him back, for it's rather lone-
some here, and it I mean he's very good com-


pany. Put him in a place where he won't get
I thought I would take this advice as it would
be very interesting to hear the story of all the
wanderings of a pin; so I started for home,
hearing the stump call after me :
Good-by! Take good care of him, and be
sure you don't forget to bring him back !"
It so happened that the day before I had car-
ried up to my room some silver polish with
which to clean my little clock, and it was still
there, with the bit of flannel which I had used.
I carefully laid the pin down on the desk, and
rubbing some of the polish on the rag, I sat
down, and soon had all the rust off; the pin was
looking as bright and shining as possible. I laid
it on the desk again.
Now," I said, "I should like to hear the story
of your life, if you please. The stump said he
thought you would relate it to me."
"I am very much obliged to you for polishing
me so nicely," replied the pin, in a very sharp,
piercing voice, which, however, was clear and
distinct; and I will reward you as you desire,
by telling you the story of my wandering life.
But first I wish to ask you a question."


"Very well," I replied, though I was quite
impatient for the pin to begin. I will answer
it to the best of my abilities."
"I wish to ask you if you share the opinion of
some people, that a pin has no brains. I heard
a disagreeable person remark to one of whom he
evidently did not have a high opinion,' You are
like a pin; have a head with no brains.' I wish
to ask you if you think I have no brains. I, a
pin, who can tell the story of his life with such a
thrilling manner as will hold a multitude silent;
I, who can cause agonizing screams by piercing
people with my point, though of course I never
do the latter, and seldom the former. Do you
think that I, a respectable pin, have no brains ?"
I am sure I do not know," I replied; before
this moment, I had always thought it impossible
for pins to have brains; but I do not see how it
can be otherwise with you."
"I wonder," said the pin, in a thoughtful,
though still sharp tone of voice, "I wonder
where they are. I sometimes think that they
must be in my point, because you know when
they say that a person is sharp, they mean that
he has an unusual amount of brains, and it is
is only in my point that I am sharp,"


"Perhaps it is so," I assented.
Are you ready," said the pin, to believe
all that I tell you-to repose all your confidence
in me? For I can assure you, that if there is
one thing that a pin is powerless to do, that
thing is to lie "
"I certainly believe you," I said. How
could anything but truth come from your mouth ?
But that reminds me," I continued, "of a ques-
tion that I should like you to answer. Where
is your mouth ? From whence issue the words
that you utter? I examined you carefully,
-while polishing you, but I could discover nothing
but your plain head and body."
Where," replied the pin, in a voice that
struck me considerably like one from an oracle,
"where are the ears of a bird ? "
I sank back in my chair, bewildered with the
wisdom of my newly-found acquaintance.
"It hears," continued my friend, "but it has
no ears; I talk, but I have no mouth."
"Well," I said, are you ready to begin ?"
"Yes," it replied; "you see I am so long,
that it takes me a good while to get to the
So I settled myself to hear the pin's story.



I WAS born, as you might say," began the
pin, in two different places, which I sup-
pose you think is very queer, but I assure you
it is true. I am composed of two different kinds
of metal; one came from the State of Minne-
sota, in this country, the other from the country
of Wales, in the British Isles. The first kind is
copper, and the second is zinc. Also, if you ask
your mother what I am made of, she will say
brass. I will tell you about my early history.
My first part was born deep down in the earth,
in Minnesota. One day the stone I was in heard
a great pounding, and soon it was brought to
light. It was piled into a car, with many other
stones of its kind, and was taken a long way off
where the car dumped it into a hole; then great
hammers came down and crushed it, with others,
into little bits of pieces. Then it was taken out,


burned, put in a lot of liquids about which I do
not know, till it came out a beautiful shining
sheet of copper; that's all I know of my first part.
"As for my second part, that came from way
down in the earth too, in the form of a black
stone. Then it was, like the copper ore, carried
off and dumped, and great rollers came and
crushed it as small as those nuts that you like
so much-I don't know their name.
"From there, the little stones were all shov-
eled into big pots, and roasted for a very long
while until they turned into liquid and dropped in
little drops down into great pans. From there
they were put into other pots, where they were
again melted and stirred and skimmed, just as
your mother treats her milk. Then the liquid
was poured into great holes that cooled it off,
and it came out one great beautiful cake of zinc.
That is all that there is about my second part.
The two large sheets were then both sent in
a train to a large manufactory, and the zinc was
put in a furnace, where it was entirely melted,
and then the sheet of copper (twice as big as
that of zinc ) was broken up and mixed in, where
it also melted. After this was roasted a good
deal, it was poured into moulds which made it


into good-sized plates, and it was called brass.
So my first and second parts were united, and I
was neither copper nor zinc, but brass.
The sheet of brass out of which I came was
packed with many others, and sent to another
large building, where it was unpacked, and by
means that I never understood, and never ex-
pect to, was drawn through enormous rollers,
which cut it into long, square rods. I will only
tell you of the one out of which I came.
"It was speedily made pointed, and a work-
man passed it through a small hole, where a pair
of pincers took right hold and pulled it along;
then it was put around a sort of wheel, which
went round and round, drawing the rod through
the hole, making it smaller and smaller all the
while, and winding it around itself. Then
the point was put through a smaller hole, and
drawn through again, until it went through
actually twenty-five holes! I counted.
"Every little while the rod which had become
wire then, was melted red-hot, and then doused
in cold water. I do not know what this was for.
Soon the wire was quite small, of a bright
yellow color, and was coiled on wheels, and put
in large dark boxes, to take a journey. The


journey seemed long to me, though I do not
suppose it was. When we reached our destina-
tion, several coils of wire were sent up in wag-
ons, to a large building in the city, where we
were unloaded, and carried in. My coil was
taken off the wheel and wound round a little reel
that stood at the end of a queer-looking machine.
"My part of the wire was at the very end, and
I felt myself suddenly seized by a little steel
thumb and finger, and drawn forward a little,
where an immense pair of shears suddenly cut
me off to about the length that you see me now.
Going on a little further in my journey through
the machine, I was suddenly between a pair of
rollers that mashed me all down except where
my head is, so that while I had had no head be-
fore, I was possessed of one now. Going on
still further, I confronted a sort of a grindstone,
which rubbed my point down so speedily that
while I was wondering what it was going to do,
I found I had a point. Then my journey sud-
denly ended, and I dropped into a trough where
there were many pins like myself; and now that
I may give you an idea of the amazing velocity
with which I journeyed, I will tell you what can-
not but be true, I was not longer than ten sec-


onds in going from the coil of wire to the trough.
"You may think, my dear friend, that this
must have been very uncomfortable, and have
hurt me a great deal, but Providence is good,
and has provided for me so greatly, that I, be-
cause I have to go through adventures that
would cost you mortals so much sufferings,
actually have no feelings at all! Therefore it
was, that while it was disagreeable, this being
pounded and jammed so much, I cannot truth-
fully say that it hurt me in the least. You
must excuse that bit of moralizing.
Well, from the trough we were carried off,
and put in kettles of what they called nitric
acid, with pieces of tin in it. Then we were
boiled again over a hot fire, much to my dismay,
for I thought that now I was a pin, I had got
through being boiled and roasted. But there I
was boiling again, and the tin melted and stuck
to me all over, so that I looked like silver in-
stead of the bright yellow that I had been be-
fore. When we had dried sufficiently we were
all buried in a barrel of sawdust, and rolled and
rolled. This, it seems, was to make us shine
more, and when I came out, I shone like crystal.
From this place we were all carried off in


barrels again, and thrown ruthlessly down where
there were some steel bars awaiting us, and we
started to drop through them, but were caught
by our heads, and the bars dropped down with us,
and we again dropped -into the holes pricked
in the green paper. All of my companions had
not been caught by the steel bars, but had
dropped below them, and I never saw them again.
"Now that I was a pin, all dressed up in my
coat of tin, and having a couple of holes to stick
through, I was perfectly happy, especially as I
had so many pleasant companions.
"The paper that I had dropped in, had a row
of black pins as well as silver-colored ones.
These informed me that when they had been
carried up to the pots to boil, Japan varnish -
whatever that may be had been used, instead
of tin, making them black.
Soon we were packed, with many others, in
a large box, taken to the depot in a wagon, and
sent off on the cars. It was very dark in the
box; but there were so many of us we had
rather lively times, after all. Still we by no
means regretted it when at last the journey was
ended and our box was opened."



W -HEN the box was opened," the pin con-
tinued, all the papers were taken out,
and carried to a large dry goods store in what
seemed to me a very large city. We were put
just behind one of the large glass windows,
where everybody could see us, and we felt quite
proud, and much enjoyed looking at all the
strange things, and at people who passed.
One by one the papers were sold, until
finally ours was the only one left, and we re-
mained so long in the window that we began to
think we should never get out. By that time we
were tired of staring out at the street all the
time, and wanted a change. One day a lady
came into the store and asked the clerk for some
"So he came over to the window and took us
out. How delighted we were! The lady put


us in her little satchel, and soon we felt our-
selves rolling along the street in a carriage.
Pretty soon we were taken out and laid in the
bureau drawer of the lady's room, where we re-
mained a long while. Then she laid us on the
little shelf belonging to the bureau, where we
could see everything that went on in the room.
One evening I was put in the lady's collar,
and went to a great room, brightly lighted,
where my mistress danced with gentlemen all
the evening. I enjoyed it very much, because
it was so strange, and because I have no feelings;
but my mistress grew very tired and sleepy as
soon as the ball, for that is what she called it,
was over.
At night, or rather early in the morning,
when we reached home, she put me on the pin-
cushion, where I found many of my former
Now our life grew rather dull. I think
winter-time came, and my mistress removed to
a warmer room. After a long, long while, dur-
ing which we saw no one, when the birds re-
turned, and the buds came on the trees, she
moved back again, but now there was somebody
with her a little bit of a baby How cute it


was! We pins discussed it a great deal, and
grew to loving it very much.
One day its nurse took it out to ride in its
little carriage, and took me (how delighted I
was!) to pin its dress. We went a long way
off, to a part of the city where the houses were
smaller, and the yards larger, and there were
more flowers and trees. The nurse stopped in
front of one of the little white houses, and walked
in, rolling the baby-carriage before her. She
called the woman who came to the door
'mother,' so I supposed that this was her former
home. Her mother took her to another room,
and they were gone quite awhile. So the baby
for something to do, and putting up its fat little
hand, took hold of me, and tried to pull me out
of its dress.
"Now I knew that the baby put everything
in its mouth that it could, so I stuck on just as
hard as I could; but it tugged away at me,
finally got me out, and put me in its mouth,
much to my dismay. Not only was it very dis-
agreeable for me to be there, but I knew there
was danger of the baby's swallowing me. Still,
I could do nothing. The little one chewed me
and poked me around with its tongue, until


finally, by a mis-poke as you might say it
sent me down its throat, and there I stuck.
Then, 0, what a commotion there was The
child screamed slightly, swallowed, and gurgled,
and choked, and I 0, my dear friend, you can-
not imagine my state of mind! To think I should
be the cause of such suffering, and possibly the
death of one I loved so much !
"Finally the noise that the child made
brought the nurse and her mother to the room.
' Mercy on us !' exclaimed the former, the child
is choking to death !'
"The mother took the baby on her lap, and
pounded, actually pounded, on its back! But
this treatment was effectual, though apparently
cruel, for the pounding sent me on the floor, out
of the baby's mouth I cannot express my de-
light in the feeble words that our language
possesses. I was in ecstasies. The nurse's
mother picked me up, and seeing where I had
come from, replaced me in the child's dress,
cautioning her daughter to keep watch of me.
"Then we speedily returned home. The story
was recounted with many apologies on the part
of the nurse. I think the baby's mother would
have discharged the poor girl, only, as she after-





wards remarked to her husband, that was a
very difficult season to get good nurses.'
"That night I was replaced on the cushion,
and was not taken off for what seemed to me
ages. I was in a part of the cushion where
beads where, and I suppose my head looked so
much like them, that I was not noticed. The
other pins were gradually taken out of the pa-
per, used, and either lost or replaced on the
cushion, till finally they were all gone, and a
new paper was bought. These, of course, were
strangers to me, but I soon became acquainted
with those on the cushion, and they were very
pleasant. On the whole, I did not so much dis-
like my life then, though naturally enough, I
wanted a change.
"The family was quiet a large one; beside
my mistress and her husband, there was the
baby, the nuise, a dear old lady whom I loved
very much, a little girl about twelve years old,
and a middle-aged lady whom the children called
auntie. Before I had been swallowed, I had had
occasion to be used by all these people, and so
felt acquainted with them.
"Well, one week there was a great commo-
tion in the house. Trunks were being packed,


things being folded up and put in packages, and
from divers remarks that different members of
the household made, I learned that they were
all going to Europe, excepting the old lady, be-
cause, they said, her health was not good enough
to go. This seemed rather strange, for they said
they were going for the health of the baby and
its mother. I did not know whether I was to
go with them or with the old lady, who was to
remain with a friend of hers at a town not far
distant. I rather hoped my fate would be the
latter, for although I was anxious to travel, I
thought I would be lonely without the old lady,
who had become very dear to me.
Well, my pin-cushion was put in a satchel,
and I felt myself rolling along in a carriage.
Then I knew no more of where I was going, or
what was happening around me, until one morn-
ing the satchel was opened, the cushion taken
out, I was discovered, and put in the cuff of my
mistress. She was in a queer little closet, with
two shelves with bedclothes on them against the
wall, and a little bit of a window high up.
S" Then she went out, and soon I found that
we were on the deck of a great steamship, with
the boundless ocean all around us."


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I CONFESS," the pin went on, that I was
not sorry I had been brought along. The
beautiful, boundless sea was around me every-
where. It was exhilarating. Most people
talked about the refreshing odor, but the sight
and sound was enough for me. And the day
that we had the tempest, when everyone
seemed so frightened, I thought it was delight-
ful to watch the giant waves as they raised
and lowered the ship.
"Finally we reached the shore. I did not
know where we were. We got in a train, and
after a few hours' ride, changed to a carriage,
and drove through the streets. The rest of the
party seemed greatly interested in the signs over
the store doors, but as I had never learned to
read, I saw nothing strange about them. We
reached a large building, and were ushered into


a fine 'suite of rooms.' That was what they
called them. As I was the only pin on the
cushion, my mistress sent for some more, and
soon several were placed with me. From them
I learned that we were in Paris, in the country
of France, though it was with difficulty that
they made me understand, and doubtless we
could not have talked together at all, only they
had met an English pin, who had taught them
some of his language. They were Parisians, as
they told me with much haughtiness, but if they
were, I did not like them for they were very
proud. My dear young friend, if you ever ex-
pect to be agreeable company, you must not be
"By some chance, a disconsolate-looking, and
acting pin was put on the cushion, after the
Parisians had all gone. He told me he was
English; and gave me the story of his life,
which was a very sad one. He said he did not
care what happened to him now, and that the
first chance he could get, he should make away
with himself. I advised him not to do so, and
tried to console him a little. But it was useless.
He said that without friends, life was but a bur-
den to him.


"When I told him how I was made into a pin,
he seemed much amazed, and said the wire that he
had been made of had been softened by heating,
and then had been pounded and twisted like a
horseshoe into the right shape. He said that
that was the way with all his former English
friends, and he sighed. Then I was proud (I
confess it) of my country; proud that I was an
American, and did not have to go through all
English pins did! While my creation only
lasted ten seconds, his took many minutes.
Just as we were discussing the different
methods by which we were made, my mistress
(and his) came into the room, and he hurriedly
said good-by.
"'You will never see me again. She will
take me, and not you. Mine has been a sad life,
and it will have a sad end. I hope that you
will be happy. You are the only one that has
ever tried to comfort me since all my friends
were taken away from me ; but you could not.
Good-by !' And with that, my mistress took
him away.
She went over to the marble basin with the
silver faucets, and turned some water in, while
she held the pin, not very securely, I suppose,


for he tried with all his strength, and gave a
leap into the basin. The water carried him
through the hole, and he was seen no more
O how I felt! To see one of my own race
go to destruction before my eyes was hard to
bear! I would have wept, but you know that
is impossible to me, but whenever I think of the
sad, sad fate of him with whom I was ac-
quainted, for so short time, my brassy heart
aches, as it were, and I feel as if I must go and
comfort him, lie he in sewer or sea !"
(Just here the pin seemed much moved, and
trembled so violently that I put my hand on the
edge of the desk, to keep him from falling off.)
Presently he continued : "Let this be a les-
son to you, my dear young friend, never to be
discouraged, whatever be your lot in life, or you
will meet with a sad fate, like my poor acquaint-
ance, the English pin.
"It must have been for about a week then,
that my life was rather dull. I was sorry for
this ; I longed for something to divert my mind
from the sad scene I had witnessed. All I could
do was to gaze disconsolately at the shining
marble basin in the corner of the room, feeling
that it was a sort of tombstone erected over the


body of my friend, and make a solemn resolve
never to become so discouraged with that which
it was my duty to bear, as to desire to put an end
to my existence, but always to bear patiently
the task set before me. And you, my boy, will
find your life much happier, if you make the
same resolve.
One day while my mistress' little girl was
sitting reading by the window, a gentleman
came in who had made his appearance during
the last few days, and whom the children called
uncle. He invited her to take a walk. She
hastily brushed her hair, and hunting 'around
for a smaller pin, evidently, took me reluctantly,
to pin her sash with, and hurried down to meet
her uncle, who was waiting at the hotel door;
for that I had learned was the name of the
"They walked along down many streets, until
finally they came to one where stores where.
Into one of these the little girl went, and bought
a paper of pins; as soon as they reached a
quieter street, she took me out, so as to fill my
place with a smaller pin, and would have thrown
me into the gutter, but her uncle stopped her,


"'Give it to me, if you don't want it. Never
throw away even so small a thing as a pin, my
girl, or you may want one very much, some
"She laughed, and handed me to him, and he
put me on the inside of his coat. When they
reached home, or rather the hotel, he bade all
the family good-by, and that evening boarded a
train, and travelled till we reached another large
city, where he took a steamer the next day, and
I learned from some of his remarks that he was
going back to America. I was very glad, I can
assure you, for by this time I had grown home-
sick. The ride back was just about the same as
the ride away from home had been, the only in-
cident of any importance, that I remember,
being that my master once fell overboard while
I was on his coat, which was exceedingly dis-
agreeable for both of us, until the sailors res-
cued us, and though I suppose those same brave
men did not even know of my existence, I think
I was really as thankful to them as was my
When the steamer reached New York, the
gentleman took a train, which, after a few hours'
ride, brought us to a small town, where we


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found at the depot a carriage waiting for my
master, with a gentleman in it, who greeted him
During the ride to the stranger's house, he
suddenly exclaimed
Will, my cuff has come unpinned, and the
pin has mysteriously disappeared. Have you
another for me ?'
So my master put his hand to his coat,
where I had been ever since we left Paris, and
gave me to the gentleman. lie, of course, fast-
ened his cuff with me, and I remained in it till
night, when, as he was taking it off when mak-
ing ready for bed, he (whom I had so faithfully
served) accidently dropped me from the open
window, and I fell into a crack in the sidewalk!"



HEN morning came," continue' my
friend, "how disconsolate I was! In
all my wanderings I had never had the misfor-
tune to be cast out and trodden under foot of
men before The sun was shining beautifully,
the dew was glittering on the blades of grass,
the birds were singing, and the flowers were
blooming sweetly, but I was unhappy.
"Suddenly a little boy and girl turned the
corner, and walked swiftly up towards that part
of the walk where I was. The little girl uttered
an exclamation:
"'Good luck, Fred I've found a pin!' and
she picked me up and put me in her belt. They
walked along, talking merrily, when a butterfly
flew along the walk. The little boy ran after it,
and soon had it under his hat. 'Let me have
that pin, Bess,' he said, and when she had given


me to him he pinned his handkerchief over the
hat, with me and another pin that he had, and
walked home bareheaded.
"Reaching their house, he went up to his
room, threw the other poor pin out of the win-
dow, and, much to my dismay, impaled the but-
terflyon me. How horrid Ifelt! Iwouldhave
shuddered if I could, for how cruel was the boy
to make me the innocent instrument of the
death of a poor winged insect, that had been so
bright and happy but a few moments before!
"But just then his sister came along, and see-
ing the butterfly fluttering on me, gradually
losing its strength, she uttered an exclamation
of horror, and let the poor thing go, placing
me where she had before. Her brother Fred
came in.
"'Now, you to let my butterfly go ?'
"'Because it was so cruel, Fred dear. I
couldn't bear to see it struggling so!' and a tear
came into her eye.
Her brother muttered something about girls'
tender feelings.
"That day as Bessie and her mother were
sitting sewing on the piazza of their house, her


mother wanted a pin, and so she speedily de-
livered me into the lady's hands. She used me
for some sewing a little while, and then put me
on a little pincushion in her work-box, where
I remained for about a week.
"Then there was a commotion in the house.
I learned from various talks that Fred with
a good many other boys, was going camping
into the woods, and they were busy getting
ready for his departure. He was off at last.
He had a gun, a satchel full of clothing, and an
umbrella. Just as he was going out of the door,
and his mother was kissing him good-by, she
"'Fred, wait a moment. I didn't give you
any pins, and you may need some.'
So saying, she took me and a few others
from the cushion in her work-box, and putting
them hastily on Fred's coat, bade him good-by
again, and he started.
"I cannot tell you all the fun that the boys
had in the woods; they seemed perfectly happy,
and fished, and shot poor animals, and climbed,
all the time. Wherever Fred went, I went
"At night they would go into the tents, and




lie down, sleeping soundly all night, and get-
ting up early in the morning, to eat what they
had caught latest the day before. All night I
kept watch over Fred's pillow, in his coat that
was hanging on a nail driven into one of the
One day one of the dogs came to the place
where the boys were taking dinner, sniffing
around their legs, and showing as plainly as pos-
sible that he had discovered something. The
boys hastily finished their dinner, and followed
the noble animal into the woods. Soon the dog
stopped, and looking ahead, they saw, by a pool,
a splendid deer drinking, little suspecting what
danger there was near.
"'Fire!' said the boys' leader; and a dozen
shots went crashing into the poor deer's side.
It fell down dying. One of the boys went over
to examine it. When he reached it, it gave one
faint struggle, and expired. But a boy that had
remained thought it was yet alive, and fired an-
other shot, taking care not to aim at the one who
had gone forward. But he was just bending
over to examine the horns of the animal, and the
shot went crashing into his leg! Then there
was an uproar! The boys all rushed forward,


my master among them, and examined the poor
boy's leg, which was bleeding very badly.
"'Where is a bandage ?' said some one. So the
leader took out of his pocket a very large handker-
chief, and wound it tightly just above the wound.
The blood stopped flowing. 'Where is a string
to tie it with?' he said. No one had one, but
Fred put his hand to his coat, and taking me
from it, said, Here is a pin, Tom. Pin it
"So the handkerchief was pinned tightly
around the leg, and the blood didn't ooze out
any more. However, the wound pained the
poor boy very much. The others fixed him
pretty comfortably on the soft body of the deer,
while two of them went for a doctor as fast as
"It was two hours before he came.
Not very serious,' he said, at which every
body drew a long breath of relief. 'But it
would have been,' he continued, if you hadn't
pinned this bandage on so securely. He would
certainly have bled to death.'
"You may imagine that I felt proud then. I
had saved a life If it had not been for me the
boy would have died To be sure, another pin


would have done, but then it was me! I felt
that I was doing wrong to be so proud, and like
everyone who sins, I got my punishment. When
the doctor undid the bandage, he carelessly
threw me on the ground, and paid no more at-
tention to me, for when he replaced a better
bandage on the limb, he used a wide strip of
cloth to fasten it with.
"You can not imagine my feelings then!
There I was, cast on the ground in the woods,
where nobody would ever find me. I would
rust, and fall to pieces! I would never be moved
from that lonesome, dreary place. And it was
my fault! I felt that it was my punishment for
feeling so proud. To be sure, the doctor did not
know that I was proud when he threw me on
the ground, but I felt 'in my bones,' as it were,
it was my punishment for feeling so lofty be-
cause I had been the humble means of saving a
life. The agony of those few moments will be
a lesson to me through life, and if I ever feel
lofty and haughty again, I shall be surprised.
"I say' those few moments,' for soon some of
the boys came to remove the body of the deer,
and Fred, who was among them, happening to
see me on the ground said:


"' Halloo! I guess I'll pick you up. I've
learned how useful a pin may be.'
So my stay on the ground in the woods was
not long, for he returned me to the lining of his



A N easy carriage came to the border of the
woods," my acquaintance continued,
"and the poor boy who had been shot was put
on a couch that had been fixed in it, and carried
home. All the other boys went home too.
They didn't feel like having any more fun. The
boy who had so carelessly fired the last time
could hardly be comforted, and nobody blamed
him, but every one pitied him.
I learned from day to day, from Fred and
the other members of the family, how the sick
boy was getting along. He was fast improving,
it seemed.
"I was soon transferred to the cushion from
which I had been taken, where I remained for
some time, until fall, indeed. From time to
time, though, I was used for little things by
different members of the family, but nothing


special occurred in my presence, and I was sel-
dom taken from my resting-place, for I was so
long, that it was seldom that any one wanted to
use me." (Moral: If you are long about doing
things, no one will want your help.)
One day trunks were being packed, there
was a general air of 'going away' about the
house, and I learned that the lady, Fred's mother,
was going away to be gone for some time. The
children were to remain at home with their
father. The last day I, or, more properly speak-
ing, the pincushion on which I was, was packed
in a satchel, and taken to the depot, and I knew
no more of where I was for a good while, except
by the rocking and noise of the train. Soon the
satchel I was in was picked up, I felt the motion
of a carriage again, and when light was let in
upon me, we were in a room in a hotel, and my
mistress placed my pincushion on the bureau,
where I could see the busy street of a large city.
The pins that were with me were pretty good
company, and we remained in the city (that is,
my mistress did) for some weeks, when one day,
to our amazement, she packed up and went off,
leaving us behind!
Well, during that winter the room was occu-



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pied by various persons, thus affording me op-
portunity to study human nature, but I will not
tire you with the results of the study, for I am
simply telling you the story of my life. None
of these persons touched me, but finally all the
other pins were gone from the cushion, and I was
left alone, and consequently was rather lone-
some. The room was hired by a mother and
her baby, a father and his baby, a young couple
taking their wedding trip, I judged, and divers
and sundry other people, who, as I remarked be-
fore, paid no attention to me. I grew more and
more lonely, and was almost despairing of ever
getting out of the hotel, when, one day, a fat old
gentleman was led into the room by the colored
porter, and established himself there. He was
an author" -
"The one that boards here now?" I inter-
"Never mind," responded the pin, "don't in-
terrupt me, please. This gentleman was an
author, as I said before. He had papers and
papers and papers! He had pens and pens
and pens! He had stylographic pens, Mac-
kinnon pens, and Paragon pens, and Todd's
pens, and other pens He came there to be


quiet, he said, but he made more noise than any-
body else in the house, except the solo singer,
who roomed at our right, and the elocutionist
(female, of course) who roomed at our left.
"One day the old gentleman announced to
the porter that he couldn't stand it in that
horrid place any longer, and he must help him get
away the very next day. So he went. And as
he was packing up, he found one roll of manu-
script that wasn't pinned together, and so lie
drew me out from my long resting-place, much
to my joy, and fastened the roll together with me.
"I was packed up in his satchel, and we
journeyed quite a while. When it was opened,
we were in a pleasant little room in a country
boarding-house -
"My mother's! I again interrupted.
Will you please be so kind as not to inter-
rupt me again?" said the pin, his sharp voice
growing sharper than ever. "I found myself,
as I remarked before, in a pleasant little room
in a country boarding-house. The scenery all
around was very beautiful. There were fields,
a meadow, a brook and some woods." (I very
much wanted to interrupt again, but I bit my
tongue, and squealed instead.)


"My master took long walks, and would
sit down every little while on stone, stump, or
fence, and write. One day as he was going out
he asked the lady of the house to give him
some lunch, as he would probably not be back
for a good while" -
"My mother I burst forth.
"I think you are very impolite," the pin re-
plied. However, to pacify you, I will tell you
that you are correct--it was your mother, and
she put him up a nice lunch. He took quite a
little walk, meditating the while, and every
few moments he would lift up his arms, and dis-
course enthusiastically on the beauty of Na-
ture. These talks were very uninteresting to
me, as I felt quite competent to decide for my-
self what I thought of Nature, but I listened
silently and patiently. At one point in the
road the gentleman saw a good seat ahead, in
the form of a stump, and so he slung his satchel
on his arm, after getting some papers out, which
he commenced to pin together with me. But
at this point, as he was not engaged in looking
where he was going, his toe unfortunately col-
lided with the root of a stump which was firmly
fixed in the ground, and he fell flat! A breeze


coming up at the time, his papers, and so forth,
were scattered to the four winds as you might
say (though there was but one at the time), and
he probably will never find the most of them
again. His pens flew into a hollow stump near
by, I flew over to the roots of another stump,
and he fell on the satchel of lunch that your
mother had prepared for him, squeezing it all
out on the ground. Then he picked himself up
and went home.
As for me, I remained where I fell until you
kindly brought me home with you this after-
Now, my young friend, I will conclude. I
have done my work in this world, so far, as faith-
fully as I knew how, and I think I have fulfilled
the purposes for which I was made. I hope I
have proved to you that pins are of some imn-
portance, for I came very near causing the death
of one person and saved the life of another. If
you do your work, no matter how small it may
be, as well as I have, you will be as happy as I
am, perhaps not joyful, but you will at least be
satisfied with yourself, which is a great deal bet-
ter than being satisfied with others. I am


k-- -


THE C--"- B-"



The pin stopped.
"Now shall I take you back to the stump ?"
I asked. But there was no answer given. I
repeated the question, but still I received no
Then Itook my acquaintance up carefully, and
carried it back to the stump, laying it in a place
sheltered from the wet, as that worthy had re-
Here is your friend the pin," I said. But
the stump made no reply. So I turned sadly and
went home, and up to my room, to meditate on
the singular silence of both the pin arid the stump.
The supper bell startled me and I arose from
my chair and my reverie, and hastened down
As I entered the dining-room, one of the
boarders said: "Why, where have you been all
the afternoon ?"
"Oh, I took a walk down to Racket Brook,
and then I stayed up in my room the rest of the
(I was not going to tell about the pin and his
"Are you sure you didn't come down again
after you went up just after dinner?"


"Yes, I did," I indignantly replied.
"I peeped into your room this afternoon, and
you were asleep by your desk."
"You were, I know," assented my little
brother. "I saw you way down in the orchard,
and you were asleep with your head on the win-
dow sill."
I made no reply, but went up to my room as
soon as I had finished my supper, and spent the
evening in writing my composition. And what
do you think it was? Why, just the story of
the pin as he told it to me that afternoon. The
children wanted to know if it was true, after I
had come down from the platform, having been
greatly applauded by the audience (the fat
author being in it). I replied that every word
of it was true, and went with them to the shore
of the brook, where we found the identical stump
with the young beech-tree growing beside it.
Where was the pin ? I do not know. It wasn't
there, though, much to my chagrin.
When I got home, the fat author wanted to
know if I would let him have my composition
for one chapter of his book. I was perfectly
willing, but when he showed me the chapter
afterward it was headed "A Boy's Dream."


And he had it that a boy had gone to sleep on
the window-sill, and had dreamed my compo-
sition !
When I returned to him he asked me what I
thought of it.
"I like it."
And the title ?"
I was silent for a moment -then I said,
Perhaps it is so."

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