Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Little Assunta
 The castle of Bim
 Living lanterns
 Phaeton Rogers
 The lazy farm-boy
 Trapper Joe
 The story of Narcissus
 In nature's wonderland; or, Adventures...
 The leaves at play
 The tail of a kite, and what hung...
 The crow's nest
 How to be taken care of
 The adventures of Cocquelicot
 A pleasant child!
 Thor, and the giant skrymir
 What "St. Nicholas" did
 The boy who played truant
 Saltillo boys
 Roy's visit
 Ponto's visit
 The letter-box
 The riddle-box
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Group Title: St. Nicholas.
Title: Saint Nicholas: Vol. 8, no. 12. October 1881.
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00065513/00106
 Material Information
Title: Saint Nicholas: Vol. 8, no. 12. October 1881.
Series Title: St. Nicholas.
Uniform Title: Saint Nicholas: Vol. 8, no. 12
Alternate Title: Saint Nicholas
Physical Description: 68 v. : ill. ; 25-30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Publisher: Scribner,
Publication Date: October 1881
Subject: Children's literature -- Periodicals.
Literature for Children
General Note: Description based on: Vol. 2, no. 12 (Oct. 1875); title from cover.
General Note: Conducted by Mary Mapes Dodge.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00106
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Little Assunta
        Page 897
        Page 898
    The castle of Bim
        Page 899
        Page 900
        Page 901
        Page 902
        Page 903
        Page 904
        Page 905
        Page 906
        Page 907
        Page 908
        Page 909
    Living lanterns
        Page 910
        Page 911
        Page 912
    Phaeton Rogers
        Page 913
        Page 914
        Page 915
        Page 916
        Page 917
        Page 918
        Page 919
    The lazy farm-boy
        Page 920
    Trapper Joe
        Page 921
        Page 922
        Page 923
    The story of Narcissus
        Page 924
        Page 925
    In nature's wonderland; or, Adventures in the American tropics
        Page 926
        Page 927
        Page 928
        Page 929
        Page 930
    The leaves at play
        Page 931
    The tail of a kite, and what hung therefrom
        Page 932
        Page 933
        Page 934
        Page 935
    The crow's nest
        Page 936
        Page 937
        Page 938
        Page 939
        Page 940
    How to be taken care of
        Page 941
    The adventures of Cocquelicot
        Page 942
        Page 943
        Page 944
        Page 945
    A pleasant child!
        Page 946
        Page 947
        Page 948
        Page 949
        Page 950
    Thor, and the giant skrymir
        Page 951
        Page 952
        Page 953
        Page 954
        Page 955
    What "St. Nicholas" did
        Page 957
        Page 958
        Page 959
        Page 960
    The boy who played truant
        Page 956
    Saltillo boys
        Page 961
        Page 962
        Page 963
        Page 964
        Page 965
        Page 966
        Page 967
    Roy's visit
        Page 968
    Ponto's visit
        Page 969
        Page 970
        Page 971
    The letter-box
        Page 972
        Page 973
        Page 974
    The riddle-box
        Page 975
        Page 976
    Back Matter
        Back Matter
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text




VOL. VIII. OCTOBER, 1881. No. 12.

[Copyright, 188i, by THE CENTURY CO.]



CLIMBING the Pincian Hill's long slope,
When the West was bright with a crimson flame,
Her small face glowing with life and hope,
Little Assunta singing came.

From under ilex and olive tree,
I gazed afar to St. Peter's dome;
Below, for a wondering world to see,
Lay the ruined glories of ancient Rome.

Sunset was sorrowing over the land,
O'er the splendid fountains that leaped in the air,
O'er crumbling tower and temple grand,
Palace, and column, and statue fair.

Little Assunta climbed the steep;
She was a lovely sight to see!
A tint in her olive cheek as deep
As the wild red Roman anemone.

Dark as midnight her braided hair,
Over her fathomless eyes of brown;
And over her tresses the graceful square
Of snow-white linen was folded down.

Her quaint black bodice was laced behind;
Her apron was barred with dull rich hues;
Like the ripe pomegranate's tawny rind
Her little gown; and she wore no shoes.
VOL. VIII.-57.


But round her dusk throat's slender grace,
Large, smooth, coral beads were wound;
Like a flower herself in that solemn place
She seemed, just blooming out of the ground.

Up she came, as she walked on air!
I wandered downward, with footstep slow,
Till we met in the midst of the pathway fair,
Bathed in the mournful sunset's glow.

Buon giorno, Signora! she said;
Like a wild-bird's note was her greeting clear.
Salve I answered, "my little maid,
But 't is evening, and not good-morning, dear! "

She stretched her hands with a smile like light,
As if she offered me, joyfully,
Some precious gift, with that aspect bright,
And "Buon giorno! again sang she.

And so she passed me, and upward pressed
Under ilex and olive tree,
While the flush of sunset died in the West,
And the shadows of twilight folded me.

She carried the morn in her shining eyes!
Evening was mine, and the night to be;
But she stirred my heart with the dawn's surprise,
And left me a beautiful memory!

* Good morning, Lady t A term of salutation, pronounced Sal-v4," and meaning "Hail! or "Welcome! "




LORIS was a little girl, about eleven years old,
who lived with her father in a very small house
among the mountains of a distant land. He was
sometimes a wood-cutter, and sometimes a miner,
or a plowman, or a stone-breaker. Being an
industrious man, he would work at anything he
could do, when a chance offered; but, as there
was not much work to do in that part of the
country, poor Jorn often found it very hard to
make a living for himself and Loris.
One day, when he had gone out early to look
for work, Loris was in her little sleeping-room,
under the roof, braiding her hair. Although she
was so poor, Loris always tried to make herself
look as neat as she could, for that pleased her
father. She was just tying the ribbon on the end
of the long braid, when she heard a knock at the
door below.
"In one second," she said to herself, I will go.
I must tie this ribbon tightly, for it would never do
to lose it."
And so she tied it, and ran down-stairs to the
door. There was no one there.
"Oh, it is too bad! cried Loris; "perhaps it
was some one with work for Father. He told me
always to be very careful about answering a knock
at the door, for there was no knowing when some
one might come with a good job; and now some-
body has come and gone!" cried Loris, looking
about in every direction for the person who had
knocked. "Oh, there he is! How could he
have gdt away so far in such a short time? I
must run after him."
So away she ran, as fast as she could, after a
man she saw walking away from the cottage in the
direction of a forest.
"Oh dear 1 she said, as she ran, "how fast he
walks! and he is such a short man, too! He is
going right to the hut of Laub, that wicked Laub,
who is always trying to get away work from Father;
and he came first to our house, but thought there
was nobody at home "
Loris ran and ran, but the short man did walk
very fast. However, she gradually gained on him,
and just as he reached Laub's door, she seized him
by the coat.
"Stop, sir, please she said, scarcely able to
speak, she was so out of breath.
The man turned and looked at her. He was a
very short man indeed, for he scarcely reached to
Loris's waist.

"What do you want?" he said, looking up at
Oh, sir," she gasped, you came toour house
first, and I ran to the door almost as quick as I
could, and, if it 's any work, Father wants work,
ever so bad."
"Yes," said the short man, "but Laub wants
work, too. He is very poor."
"Yes, sir," said Loris, "but-but you came for
Father first."
"True," said the short man, "but nobody
answered my knock, and now I am here. Laub
has four young children, and sometimes they
have nothing to eat. It is never so bad with you,
is it?"
"No, sir," said Loris.
"Your father has work sometimes. Is it not
so ?" asked the short man.
"Yes, sir," answered Loris.
"Laub is often without work for weeks, and he
has four children. Shall I go back with you, or
knock here ?"
"Knock," said Loris, softly.
The short man knocked at the door, and in-
stantly there was heard a great scuffling and
hubbub within. Directly all was quiet, and then
a voice said, Come in "
"He did not wait so long for me," thought
The short man opened the door and went in,
Loris following him. In a bed, in a corner of the
room, were four children, their heads just appear-
ing above a torn sheet, which was pulled up to
their chins.
"Hello! what 's the matter?" said the short
man, advancing to the bed.
"Please, sir," said the oldest child, a girl of
about the age of Loris, with tangled hair and
sharp black eyes, we 're all sick, and very poor,
and our father has no work. If you can give us a
little money to buy bread "
"All sick, eh?" said the short man. "Any
particular disease ?"
"We don't know about diseases, sir," said the
girl; "we 've never been to school."
"No doubt of that," said the man. "I have
no money to give you, but you can tell your father
that if he will come to the mouth of the Ragged
Mine to-morrow morning, he can have a job of
work which will pay him well."
So saying, the short man went out.




Loris followed him, but he simply waved his
hand to her, and, in a few minutes, he was lost
in the forest. She looked sadly after him for a
minute, and then walked slowly toward her home.


-- A";

vs _-


The moment their visitors had gone, the Laub
children sprang out of bed as lively as crickets.
"Ha ha !" cried the oldest girl; "Loris came
after him to get it, and he would n't give it to her,
and Father 's got it. Served her right, the horrid
thing "
And all the other children shouted, Horrid
thing! while one of the boys ran out and threw a
stone after Loris. And then they shut the door,
and sat down to finish eating a meat-pie which
had been given them.
"Well," said Jorn, that evening, when Loris
told him what had happened, "I 'm sorry, for I
found but little work to-day; but it can't be
helped. You did all you could."
No, Father," said Loris, I might have gone
to the door quicker."
"That may be," said Jorn, "and I hope you
will never keep any one waiting again."
Two or three days after this, as Loris was stoop-
ing over the fire, in the back room of the cottage,
preparing her dinner, she heard a knock.
Springing to her feet, she dropped the pan she
held in her hand, and made a dash at the front
door, pulling it open with a tremendous fling. No
one should go away this time, she thought.
Hello Ho ho! cried a person outside, giv-
ing a skip backward. "Do you open doors by
lightning, here ?"

"No, sir," said Loris, "but I did n't want to
keep you waiting."
"I should think not," said the other. "Why,
I had hardly begun to knock."
This visitor was a middle-sized
man, very slight, and, at first
S I. sight, of a youthful appearance.
But his hair was either powdered
or gray, and it was difficult to
-.1 know whether he was old or
young. His face was long and
: smooth, and he nearly always
I- looked as if he was just going to
burst out laughing. He was
R dressed in a silken suit of light
green, pink, pale yellow, and
sky-blue, but all the colors were
very much faded. On his head
; was stuck a tall, orange-colored
hat, with a lemon-colored feather.
S "Is your father in? said this
Strange personage.
No, sir," said Loris; he will
be here this evening, and I can give him
S any message you may leave for him."
"I have n't any message," said the
queer-looking man. I want to see him."
You can see him about sunset," said Loris, if
you will come then."
I don't want to come again. I think I'll wait,"
said the man.
Loris said, "Very well," but she wondered what
he would do all the afternoon. She brought out a
stool for him to sit upon, for it was not very pleas-
ant in the house, but he did not sit down. He
walked all around the house, looking at the
chicken-house, where there were no chickens; the
cow-house, where there was no cow; and the pig-
sty, where there were no pigs. Then he skipped
up to the top of a little hillock, near by, and sur-
veyed the landscape. Loris kept her eye upon
him, to see that he did 'not go away without leav-
ing a message, and went on with her cooking.
When her dinner was ready, she thought it only
right to ask him to have some. She did not want
to do it, but she could not see how she could help
it. She had been taught good manners. So she
went to the door and called him, and he instantly
came skipping to her.
"I thought you might like to have some dinner,
sir," she said. I have n't much, but -- "
"Two people don't want much," he said.
"Where shall we have it? In the house, or will
you spread the cloth out here on the grass ? "
There is not much use in spreading a cloth,
sir," she said, pointing to what she had prepared for
dinner. I have only one potato, and some salt."





", That's not a dinner," said the other, cheer- "No, sir; I do not," answered Loris.
fully. "A dinner is soup, meat, some vegetables "I am a Ninkum," said the other. "Did you
(besides potatoes, and there ought to be two of ever meet with one before ? "
them, at least), some bread, cheese, pudding, and "No, sir, never," said Loris.
fruit." '"I am very glad to hear that," he said; "it's
But I have n't all that, sir," said Loris, with so pleasant to be fresh and novel."
her. eyes wide open at this astonishing description And then he went .ak';:, around the house
of a dinner, again, looking at everything he had seen before.
Well, then, if you have n't got them, the next Then he laid himself down on the grass, near the
best thing is to go and get them." house, with one leg-thrown over the other, and his
Loris smiled faintly. I could n't do that, sir," hands clasped under his head. For a long time he
she said. I have no money." lay in this way, looking up at the sky and the
Well then, if you can't go, the next best thing clouds. Then he turned his head and said to
is for me to go. The village is not far away. Loris, who was sewing by the door-step:
Just wait dinner a little while for me." And so "Did you ever think how queer it would be if
saying, he skipped away at a great pace. everything in the world were reversed ? if the
Loris did not wait for him, but ate her potato ground were soft and blue, like the sky? and if
and salt. I 'm glad he is able to buy his own the sky were covered with dirt, and chips, and
dinner," she said, "but I 'm afraid he wont come grass? and if fowls and animals walked about on
back. I wish he had left a message." it, like flies sticking to a ceiling? "
But she need not have feared. In a half-hour "I never thought of such a thing in my life,"
the queer man came back, bearing a great basket, said Loris.
covered with a cloth. The latter he spread on the "I often do," said the Ninkum. "It expands
ground, and then he set out all the things he had the mind."
said were necessary to make up a dinner. He pre- For the whole afternoon, the Ninkum lay on his
pared a place at one end of the cloth for Loris, back and expanded his mind; and then, about
and one at the other end for himself. sunset, Loris saw her father returning. She ran
"Sit down," said he, seating himself on the to meet him, and told him of the Ninkum who
grass; "don't let things get cold." was waiting to see him. Jorn hurried to the
"I 've had my dinner," said Loris; "this is house, for he felt sure that his visitor must have
yours." an important job of work for him, as he had
"Whenever you 're ready to begin," said the waited so long.
man, lying back on the grass and looking placidly I am glad you have come," said the Ninkum.
up to the sky, "I '11 begin, --.
but not until then."
Loris saw he was in ear-
nest, and, as she was a sensi-
ble girl, she sat down at her
end of the cloth.
"That 's right!" gayly 0
cried the queer man, sitting
up again; "I was afraid
you'd be obstinate, and then I P ....
I should have starved."
When the meal was over,
Loris said: ''r--
I never had such a good '|
dinner in my life!" ---. "
The man looked at her and .... I _,i' .'-
laughed. .,e
"This is a funny world, is ....
n't it ? said he. "'SIT DOWN!* SAID HE. 'DON'T LET THINGS GET COLD'
"Awfully funny replied
Loris, laughing. "I wanted to see you, for two things; the first was
You don't know what I am, do you? said the that we might have supper. I 'm dreadfully hun-
man, as Loris put the dishes, with what was left of gry, and there 's enough in that basket for us all.
the meal, into the basket. The second thing can wait. It 's business."




So Loris and the Ninkum spread out the remains
of the dinner, and the three made a hearty supper.
Jorn was highly pleased. He had expected to
come home to a meal very different from this.
"Now, then," said the Ninkum, "we '11 talk
about the business."
You have some work for me, I suppose," said
"No," said the Ninkum, "none that I know of.
What I want is for you to go into partnership with
"Partnership!" cried Jorn. "I don't under-
stand you. What kind of work could we do
"None at all," said the Ninkum, "for I never
work. Your part of the partnership will be to
chop wood, and dig, and plow, and do just what
you do now. I will live here with you, and will
provide the food, and the clothes, and the fuel,
and the pocket-money for the three of us."
"But you could n't live here!" cried Loris.
"Our house is so poor, and there is no .room for
"There need be no trouble about that," said the
Ninkum. "I can build a room right here, on
this side of the house. I never work," he said to
Jorn, "but I hate idleness; so what I want is to
go into partnership with a person who will work,-
an industrious person like you,-then my con-
science will be at ease. Please agree as quickly
as you can, for it 's beginning to grow dark, and I
hate to walk in the dark."
Jorn did not hesitate. He agreed instantly to
go into partnership with the Ninkum, and the
latter, after bidding them good-night, skipped
gayly away.
The next day, he returned with carpenters, and
laborers, and lumber, and timber, and furniture,
and bedding, and a large and handsome room was
built for him on one side of the house; and he
came to live with Jorn and Loris. For several
days he had workmen putting a fence around the
yard, and building a new cow-house, a new
chicken-house, and a new pig-sty. He bought a
cow, pigs, and chickens; had flowers planted in
front of the house, and made everything look very
neat and pretty.
"Now," said he one day to Loris and Jorn, as
they were eating supper together, "I '11 tell you
something. I was told to keep it a secret, but I
hate secrets. I think they all ought to be told as
soon as possible. Ever so much trouble has been
made by secrets. The one I have is this: That
dwarf who came here, and then went and hired
old Laub to work in his mine "
Was that a dwarf? asked Loris, much excited.
"Yes, indeed," said the Ninkum, "a regular

one. Did n't you notice how short he was?
Well, he told me all about his coming here. The
dwarfs in the Ragged Mine found a deep hole,
with lots of gold at the bottom of it, but it steamed
and smoked, and was too hot for dwarfs. So the
king dwarf sent out the one you saw, and told him
to hire the first miner he could find, to work in the
deep hole, but not to tell him how hot it was until
he had made his contract. So the dwarf had to
come first for you, Jorn, for you lived nearest the
mine, but he hoped he would not find you, for he
knew you were a good man. That was the reason
he just gave one knock, and hurried on to Laub's
house. And then he told me how Loris ran after
him, and how good she was to agree to let him
give the work to Laub, when she thought he
needed it more than her father. 'Now,' says he
to me, 'I want to do something for that family,
and I don't know anything better that could hap-
pen to a man like Jorn, than to go into partner-
ship with a Ninkum.'"
At these words, Jorn looked over the well-spread
supper-table, and he thought the dwarf was cer-
tainly right.
"So that's the way I came to live here," said
the Ninkum, and I like it first-rate."
"I wish I could go and see the dwarfs working
in their mine," said Loris.
"I '11 take you," exclaimed the Ninkum. It's
not a long walk from here. We can go to-mor-
Jorn gave his consent, and the next morning
Loris and the Ninkum set out for the Ragged
Mine. The entrance was a great jagged hole in
the side of a mountain, and the inside of the mine
had also a very rough and torn appearance. It
belonged to a colony of dwarfs, and ordinary mor-
tals seldom visited it, but the Ninkum had no diffi-
culty in obtaining admission. Making their way
slowly along the rough and somber tunnel, Loris
and he saw numbers of dwarfs, working with pick
and shovel, in search of precious minerals. Soon
they met the dwarf who had come to Jorn's house,
and he seemed glad to see Loris again. He led
her about to various parts of the mine, and showed
her the heaps of gold and silver and precious stones,
which had been dug out of the rocks around them.
The Ninkum had seen these things before, and
so he thought he would go and look for the hot
hole, where Laub was working. That would be a
He soon found the hole, and just as he reached
it, Laub appeared at its opening, slowly climbing
up a ladder. He looked very warm and tired, and
throwing some gold ore upon the ground, from a
basket which he carried on his back, he sat down
and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.





That is warm work, Laub," said the Ninkum,
"Warm said Laub, gruffly. "It 's hot.
Hot as fire. Why, the gold down at the bottom of
that hole burns your fingers when you pick it up.
If I had n't made a contract with these rascally
dwarfs to work here for forty-one days, I would n't
stay another minute; but you can't break a con-
tract you make with dwarfs."
It's a pretty hard thing to have to work here,
that is trile," said the Ninkum, but you owe your
ill-fortune to yourself. It 's all because you 're

he turned, as Loris came near, and rushed down
into the hot hole.
Perhaps I ought not to have told him all that,"
said the Ninkum, as he walked away, but I hate
secrets. They always make mischief."
Presently Loris said: "Do let us go home, now.
I have seen nearly everything, and it is so dark
and gloomy." Taking leave of the kind dwarf,
the two made their way out of the mine.
"'I do not like such gloomy places any better
than you do," said the Ninkum. "Disagreeable
things are always happening in them. I like to



known to be so ill-natured and wicked. When the
dwarf was sent to hire a man to come and work in
this hole, he had to go to Jorn's house first, because
that was the nearest place, but he just gave one
knock there, and hurried away, hoping Jorn would
n't hear, for it would be a pity to have a good man
like Jorn to work in such a place as this. Then he
went after you, for he knew you deserved to be
punished by this kind of work."
As the Ninkum said this, Laub's face grew black
with rage.
So that's the truth he cried. "When I get
out of this place, I '11 crush every bone in the
body of that sneaking Jorn and having said this,

have things bright and lively. I '11 tell you what
would be splendid To make a visit to the Castle
of Bim."
"What is that, and where is it? asked Loris.
"It's the most delightful place in the whole
world," said the Ninkum. "While you're there,
you do nothing and see nothing but what is posi-
tively charming, and everybody is just as happy
and gay as can be. It's all life, and laughter, and
perfect delight. I know you would be overjoyed
if you were there."
"I should like very much to go," said Loris, "if
Father would let me." I '11 go and ask him this
minute," said the Ninkum. I know where he





is working. You can run home, and I will go to
him, and then come and tell you what he says."
So Loris ran home, and the Ninkum went to the
place where Jorn was cutting wood.



Jorn," said the Ninkum, suppose that every-
thing in this world were reversed, that you chopped
wood standing on your head, and that you split
your ax instead of the log you struck. Would not
that be peculiar ? "
Such things could not be," said Jorn. What
is the good of talking about them ? "
I think a great deal about such matters," said
the Ninkum. They expand my mind. And
now, Jorn, reversibly speaking, will you let Loris
go with me to the Castle of Bim ?"
Where is that? asked Jorn.
It is not far from here. I think we could go
in half a day. I would get a horse in the village."
And how long would you stay ? "
Well, I don't know. A week or two, perhaps.
Come, now, Jorn, reversibly speaking, may she go?"
"No, indeed," said Jorn, "on no account shall
she go. I could not spare her."
All right," said the Ninkum, I will not keep

you from your work any longer. Good-morning."
And as soon as he was out of Jorn's sight, the
Ninkum began to run home as fast as he could.
Get ready, Loris," he cried, when he reached
the house. "Your father
says, reversibly speaking,
that on every account you
must go. He can well
spare you."
"But must we go now ?"
-said Loris; "can not we
wait until he comes home,
and go to-morrow ?"
\i= "No, indeed," said the
i Ninkum; there will be
S -i--- obstacles to our starting
to-morrow; so let us hast-
en to the village and hire
a horse. Your father will
get along nicely here by
himself, and he will be
greatly pleased with your
improvement when you
return from the Castle of
So Loris, who was de-
lighted with the idea of
the journey, hastened to
get ready, and, having
put the, house-key under
I the front door-stone, she
and the Ninkum went to
the village, where they got
a horse and started for the
Castle of Bim.
NT.The Ninkum rode in
front, Loris sat onapillion
behind, and the horse trotted along gayly. The
Ninkum was in high good spirits, and passed the
time in telling Loris of all the delightful things
she would see in the Castle of Bim.
Late .in the afternoon, they came in sight of a
vast castle, which rose up at the side of the road
like a little mountain.
"Hurrah !" cried the Ninkum, as he spurred
the horse, I knew we were nearly there "
Loris was very glad that they had reached the
castle, for she was getting tired of riding, and
when the Ninkum drew up in front of the great
portal, she imagined that she was going to see won-
derful things, for the door, to begin with, was she
felt sure the biggest door in the whole world.
"You need not get off," said the porter, who
stood by the door, to the Ninkum, who was pre-
paring to dismount; "you can ride right in."
Accordingly, the Ninkum and Loris rode right
into the castle through the front door. Inside,




they found themselves in a high and wide hall-way,
paved with stone, which led back to what appeared
to be an inner court. Riding to the end of this
hall, they stopped in the door-way there and looked
out. In the center of the court, which was very
large, there stood, side by side, and about twenty
feet apart, some great upright posts, like the trunks
of tall pine-trees. Across two of these, near their
tops, rested a thick and heavy horizontal pole, and
on this pole a giant was practicing gymnastics.
Hanging by his hands, he would draw himself up
until his chin touched the pole; and he kept on
doing this until the Ninkum said in a whisper:
Twelve times! I did not think he could do it! "
The giant now drew up his legs and threw them
over the bar, above his head; then, by a vigorous
effort, he turned himself entirely over the bar, and
hung beneath it by his hands. After stopping a
minute or two to breathe, he drew up his legs again,
and, putting them under the bar between his hands,
as boys do when they "skin the cat," he turned
partly over, and hung in this position. His face
was now toward the door-way, and for the first
time he noticed his visitors on their horse.


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when I did not weigh so much, I could draw my-
self up twenty-seven times. Come in with me and
have some supper; it is about ready now. Is that
your little daughter ?"
"No," said the Ninkum: "I am her guardian
for the present."
"Ride right upstairs," said the giant; "my
wife is up there, and she will take care of the little
"I am afraid," said the Ninkum, "that my
horse can not jump up those great steps."
Of course not," said the giant. Let me help
you up, and then I will go down and bring your
Oh, that wont be necessary," said the Ninkum,
and Loris laughed at the idea.
You may want to look at the house," said the
giant, and then you '11 need him."
So the giant took the Ninkum and Loris up-
stairs, and then came down and brought up the
horse. The upper story was as vast and spacious
as the lower part of the castle, and by a window
the giant's wife sat, darning a stocking. As they
approached her, the Ninkum whispered to Loris:


Hello! said he to the Ninkum; "could you "If there were such holes in my stockings, I
do that? should fall through."
"Not on that pole," answered the Ninkum, The giantess was very glad to see Loris, and she
smiling, took her up in her hand and kissed her, very much
I should think not," said the giant, dropping as a little girl would kiss a canary-bird. Then the
to his feet and puffing a little. "Ten years ago, giant children were sent for,-two big boys and a






baby-girl, who thought Loris was so lovely that she
would have squeezed her to death if her mother
had allowed her to take the little visitor in her
During supper, Loris and the Ninkum sat in
chairs with long legs, like stilts, which the giant
had had made for his men and women visitors.
They had to be very careful, lest they should tip
over and break their necks.
After supper, they sat in the great upper hall,
and the giant got out his guitar and sang them a
I hope there are not many more verses," whis-
pered the Ninkum to Loris; mybones are almost
shaken apart."
How did you like that ? asked the giant, when
he had finished.
"It was very nice," said the Ninkum. It
reminded me of something I once heard before.
I think it was a wagon-load of copper pots, rolling
down a mountain, but I am not sure."
The giant thanked him, and, soon after, they
all went to bed. Loris slept in the room with the
giantess, on a high shelf, where the children could
not reach her.
Just before they went to their rooms, the Nin-
kum said to Loris:
Do you know that I don't believe this is the
Castle of Bim ? "
"It did n't seem to be like the place you told me
about," said Loris, "but what are we to do ? "
Nothing, but go to bed," said the Ninkum.
"They are very glad to see us, and to-morrow we
will bid them good-bye, and push on to the Castle
of Bim."
With this, the Ninkum jumped on his horse and
rode to his room.
The next day, after they had gone over the cas-
tle. and seen all its sights, the Ninkum told the
giant that he and Loris must pursue their journey
to the Castle of Bim.
"What is that ?" said the giant, and when the
Ninkum proceeded to describe it to him, he became
very much interested.
Ho! ho good wife! he cried. Suppose
we go with these friends to the Castle of Bim It
must be a very pleasant place, and the exercise
will do me good. I 'm dreadfully tired of gymnas-
tics. What do you say? We can take the chil-
The giantess thought it would be a capital idea,
and so they all put on their hats and caps, and
started off, leaving the castle in charge of the
giant's servants, who were people of common size.
They journeyed all that day, Loris and the Nin-
kum riding ahead, followed by the giant, then by
the giantess, carrying the baby, and, lastly, the

two giant boys, with a basket of provisions between
That night they slept on the ground, under
some trees, and the Ninkum admitted that the
Castle of Bim was a good deal farther off than
he had supposed it to be.
Toward afternoon of the next day, they found
themselves on some high land, and coming to the
edge of a bluff, they saw, in the plain below, a
beautiful city. The giant was struck with admira-
"I have seen many a city," said he, "but I
never saw one so sensibly and handsomely laid out
as that. The people who built that place knew
just what they wanted."
Do you see that great building in the center of
the city ? cried the Ninkum. Well, that is the
Castle of Bim! Let us hurry down."
So away they all started, at their best speed, for
the city.
They had scarcely reached one of the outer gates,
when they were met by a citizen on horseback,
followed by two or three others on foot. The
horseman greeted them kindly, and said that he
had been sent to meet them.
"We shall be very glad," he said to the Nin-
kum, "to have you and the little girl come into
our city to-night, but if those giants were to enter,
the people, especially the children, would throng
the streets to see them, and many would unavoid-
ably be trampled to death. There is a great show-
tent out here, where the giants can comfortably
pass the night, and to-morrow we will have the
streets cleared, and the people kept within doors.
Then these great visitors will be made welcome to
walk in and view the city."
The giants agreed to this, and they were con-
ducted to the tent, where they were made very
comfortable, while the Ninkum and Loris were
taken into the city and lodged in the house of the
citizen who had come to meet them.
The next day, the giants entered the city, and
the windows and doors in the streets which they
passed through were crowded with spectators.
The giant liked the city better and better as he
walked through it. Everything was so admirably
planned, and in such perfect order. The others
enjoyed themselves very much, too, and Loris was
old enough to understand the beauty and conven-
ience of many of the things she saw around her.
Toward the end of the day, the Ninkum came
to her.
"Do you know," said he, "that the Castle of
Bim is not here? That large building is used by
the governors of the city; and what a queer place
it is Everything that they do turns out just
right. I saw a man set a rat-trap, and what do




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you think? He caught the rat! I could n't help
laughing. It is very funny."
"But what are you going to do?" asked Loris.
"We will stay here to-night," said the Ninkum,
"as the citizens are very kind, and treat us well.;
to-morrow we will go on to the Castle of Bim."

come back and report what I have seen to.my
His company was gladly accepted, and all set
out in high good humor, the citizen riding by the
side of Loris and the Ninkum. But when they
had gone several miles, the giantess declared that


The next day, therefore, our party again set out
on their journey. The Ninkum had told the citi-
zen, who had entertained him, where they were
going, and his accounts of the wonderful castle
induced this worthy man to go with him.
"In our city," said he, "we try to be governed,
in everything, by the ordinary rules of common
sense. In this way we get along very comfortably
and pleasantly, and everything seems to go well
with us. But we are always willing to examine
into the merits of things which are new to us, and
so I should like to go to this curious castle, and

she believed she would go back home. The baby
was getting very heavy, and the boys were tired.
The giant could tell her about the Castle of Bim
on his return. So the weary giantess turned
back with her children, her husband kissing her
good-bye, and assuring her that he would not let
her go back by herself if he did not feel certain
that no one would molest her on the way.
The rest of the party now went on at a good
pace, the giant striding along as fast as the horses
could trot. The Ninkum did not seem to know
the way as well as he had said he did. He con-





tinually desired to turn to the right, and when the
others inquired if he was sure that he ought to do
this, he said he had often been told that the best
thing a person could do when a little in doubt was
to turn to the right.
The citizen did not like this method of reasoning,
and he was going to say something about it, when
a man was perceived, sitting in doleful plight by
the side of the road. The Ninkum, who was very
kind-hearted, rode up to him to inquire what had
happened to him, but the moment the man raised
his head, and before he had time to say a word,
Loris slipped off the horse and threw her arms
around his neck.
Oh, Father Father she cried, "how came
you here ?"
It was, indeed, Jorn,-ragged, wounded, and
exhausted. In a moment, every one set to work
to relieve him. Loris ran for water, and bathed
his face and hands; the citizen gave him some
wine from a flask; the giant produced some great
pieces of bread arid meat, and the Ninkum asked
him questions.
Jorn soon felt refreshed and strengthened, and
then he told his story.
He had been greatly troubled, he said, when
he found that Loris had gone away against his
express orders.
"Why, Father!" cried Loris, at this point,
"you said I could go!"
"Never," said Jorn. "Of course not. I said you
could not go."
"Reversibly speaking," said the Ninkum, smil-
ing, "he consented. That was the way I put the
question to him. If I had n't put it that way, I
should have told a lie."
Everybody looked severely at the Ninkum, and
Loris was very angry; but her father patted her on
the head, and went on with his story. He would
have followed the Ninkum and his daughter, but
he did not know what road they had taken, and,
as they were on a horse, he could not, in any case,
expect to catch up with them; so he waited,
hoping they would soon return. But before long
he -was very glad that Loris was away. The
wicked Laub, who, in some manner, had found out
that he had been made to work in the dwarfs' mine
instead of Jorn,-who had been considered too
good for such disagreeable labor,-had become so
enraged that he broke his contract with the dwarfs,
and, instead of continuing his work in the mine,
had collected a few of his depraved companions,
and had made an attack upon Jorn's house. The
doors had been forced, poor Jorn had been dragged
forth, beaten, and forced to fly, while Laub and his
companions took possession of the house and
everything in it.

"But how could you wander so far, dear Father ? "
asked Loris.
"It 's not far," said Jorn. "Our home is not
many miles away."
"Then you have been going in a circle," said
the citizen to the Ninkum, "and you are now very
near the point you started from."
"That seems to be the case," said the Ninkum,
"But we wont talk about that now," said the
citizen. "We must see what we can do for this
poor man, who has been treated so unjustly. He
must have his house again."
"I would have asked the dwarfs to help me,"
said Jorn, "but I believe they would have killed
Laub and the others if they had resisted, and I
did n't want any bloodshed."
"No," said the citizen, "I think we can manage
it better than that. Our large friend here will be
able to get these people out of your house without
killing them."
"Qh, yes," said the giant, quietly, "I'll soon
attend to that."
Jorn being now quite ready to travel, the party
proceeded, and soon reached his house. When
Laub perceived the approach of Jorn and his
friends, he barricaded all the doors and windows,
and, with his companions, prepared to resist every
attempt to enter.
But his efforts were useless.
The giant knelt down before the house, and,
having easily removed the door, he thrust in his
arm, and, sweeping it around the room, quickly
caught three of the invaders. He then put his
other arm through the window of the Ninkum's
room, and soon pulled out Laub, taking no notice
of his kicks and blows.
The giant then tied the four rascals in a bunch,
by the feet, and laid them on the grass.
"Now," said the citizen to the Ninkum, "as
there seems to be nothing more to be done for
this good man and his daughter, suppose you tell
me the way to the Castle of Bim. I think I can
find it if I have good directions, and I do not wish
to waste any more time."
"I do .not know the exact road," answered the
"What!" cried the other, "have you never
been there?"
"No," said the Ninkum.
"Well, then, did not the person who told you
about it tell you the way ?"
* "No one ever told me about it," replied the
Ninkum, looking very serious. "But I have
thought a great deal on the subject, and I feel
sure that there must be such a place; and I think
the way to find it is to go and look for it."





"Well," said the citizen, smiling, "you are a
true Ninkum. I suppose we have all thought of
some place where everything shall be just as we
want it to be; but I don't believe any of us will
find that place. I am going home."
"And I, too," said the giant, "and on my way
I will stop at the Ragged Mine, and leave these
fellows to the care of the dwarfs. They are little
fellows, but, I 'm sure, will see that these rascals
molest honest men no more."
"And I think I will go, too," said the Ninkum.
"I liked this place very much, but I am getting
tired of it now."
That will be a good thing for you to do," said
the citizen, who had heard the story of how the
Ninkum had been sent to Jorn and Loris as a

reward. "You have lived for a time with these
good people, and have been of some service to
them; but I think they must now feel that part-
nership with a Ninkum is a very dangerous thing,
and should not be kept up too long."
"No doubt that 's true," said the Ninkum.
"Good-bye, my friends; I will give you my room,
and everything that is in it."
You have been very kind to us," said Loris, as
she shook hands with the Ninkum.
"Yes," said Jorn, "and you got me work that
will last'a long time."
"Yes, I did what I could," cried the Ninkum,
mounting his horse, and gayly waving his hat
around his head, "and, reversibly speaking, I
took you to the Castle of Bim."

THERE was a little lass who wore a Shaker bonnet;
She met a little laddie in the dell
Whose round and curly pate had a farmer's hat upon it.
Now which was most astonished? Can you tell?






A DELICATE, minute speck of jelly, one of count-
less thousands like itself in the Southern seas, borne
by the current, is forced against the bottom. Most


delicate things thus roughly stranded would go
to pieces, but, strange to say, this fragile-looking
speck seems to gain new life from its contact
with the earth. It grows, throws out minute arms
that move to and fro in the tide; it seizes and
absorbs the lime-salts of the water, and finally
builds up into and around its jelly-like body a
frame-work of stone, a perfect house, and becomes
a coral polyp. This, in turn, increases, buds, adds
to itself, ever growing upward, until the family-
house has become oval in shape, ten feet wide,
and the abode of over five million single polyps.
By this time, other such family-houses have been
growing close by in the same fashion, a sort of
living polyp village, if we may so express it, and as

sand and mud are washed against all of them, the
whole mass gradually rears itself until it nears the
surface of the sea, and is known as a coral reef.
Now comes floating along a seed, cigar-shaped,
standing upright in the water like the bob of a
fishing-line. Several little roots form the sinker,
while from the top two small leaves appear. By
chance the long seed strands upon the coral reef,
and, like the coral egg, it, too, gains new life from
seeming disaster. The rootlets bury themselves
in the soil, winding around the coral, spreading
like arms. The mud and sand wash against it,
bracing it up; the leaves at the top grow into
limbs, and presto we have a mangrove tree grow-
ing upon a coral island; it grows, and bears seeds
that in turn drop and float off to help build others.
In this way, much of Florida has grown, and
the same work is going on unceasingly, resulting
in the numberless keys that are creeping out into
the Gulf-the advance-guards of our coral State.
While growing, these island trees are the homes
of a host of animals; the gnarled roots forming
arches and halls of quaint design. Beautiful shells
called Cyprias crawl upon them, and at high tide
those curious relatives of the crabs-the barnacles-
fasten themselves to the trees, and as the water
goes down, they are left hanging high and dry, like
fruit. When they were first observed, years ago,
the finders believed they grew upon the trees, and
that from them young birds were hatched !
Thus we see how Nature builds up some of her
islands; but you may well be surprised that these
often are illuminated by wonderful living lanterns
of various kinds-things that, while lighting the
shoals and the sea about them, seem to have plans
of their own. We drift along these shoals in our
boat on the darkest nights, and the water seems a
mass of blazing fluid; waving flames encompass
the bow, and every movement of the oar seems to
kindle innumerable fires into life. Globes of dim
light, like submerged moons, pass and repass each
other in the greater depths, while smaller lights,
like stars, are scattered far and near. These lan-
terns of the sea are really jelly-fishes and myriads
of microscopic animals with power to emit this
peculiar light. Besides these, we see above the
water bright, luminous spots, now moving up and
down, and casting a reflection upon the water.
Rowing carefully nearer, a dim, ghostly form is seen
behind the light, and finally the cause appears-a
beautiful heron, on whose breast the soft light glows.




It is a very extended belief among sportsmen and
other observers, that this is a provision of nature to
facilitate the action of the bird in fishing at night.
Its long legs allow it to wade out from the coral key,
and there, standing still and watchful, it is said to
show the luminous spot. The pale light is reflected
upon the water, and excites the curiosity of the
fishes, which the patient bird is well prepared to
transfix with his long and slender bill.
If we should examine one of these queer night-
hunting birds, the feathers about the spot that

sulhstance, secreted by them, glows with a wonder-
ful brilliancy, lighting up the water beneath for
twenty feet, and people sitting in the cabin-window
of a vessel have been able to read from the gleams
that came from them. Humboldt, in speaking of
some he observed, says:
"Only imagine the superb spectacle which we
enjoyed when, in the evening, from six to eleven
o'clock, a continuous band of those living globes
of fire passed near our vessel. With the light
which they diffused we could distinguish, at a


appears so luminous would be found covered with
a thick, yellow powder, that is readily brushed off.
Another wonderful living lantern is the Pyroso-
ma, meaning "Fire-body." It is, in reality, a
colony of many thousands of animals that build,
jointly, a house sometimes five feet long, and
shaped like a hollow cylinder open at one end.
Each tenant has two doors, a back and front.
From the front door, on the outside of the cylin-
der, it draws in water, extracts the food from it,
and throws it out at the back door into the inside
of the cylinder. So many individuals doing this,
naturally a current is created out of the open end,
which forces the whole assemblage along. A fatty

depth of fifteen feet, the individuals of Thynnus,
Pelamys, and Sardon [fishes], which have fol-
lowed us these several weeks, notwithstanding the
great celerity with which we have sailed. Envel-
oped in a flame of bright phosphorescent light,
and gleaming with a greenish luster, these creat-
ures, seen at night in vast shoals, upward of a mile
in breadth, and stretching out till lost in the dis-
tance, present a spectacle the glory of which may
be easily imagined. The vessel, as it cleaves the
gleaming mass, throws up strong flashes of light,
as if plowing through liquid fire, which illuminates
the hull, the sails, and the ropes with a strange,
unearthly radiance."



rushing to and fro, and advancing upon them; but
they proved to be beetles, or fire-flies, of the genus
Elater. The picture on the preceding page shows
a lady in Cuba reading by the light of several of
these light-giving beetles, set in a cage hung from
the ceiling of a room.
If we watch the marigolds, sun-flowers, and
oriental poppies of our gardens in the dusk of
summer evenings, curious fitful flashes appear at
times playing upon the plants.
In some caves, a curious fungus grows, that
gleams with a ghostly, lambent light, startling in its


In the European seas, a fish is found that
may be said to serve as a light-ship to its fellows.
It is about seven inches long, with pearly dots
upon its sides, while on the head appears a lumi-
nous spot that shines with clear, silvery light, and
when the water is alive with phosphorescent, mi-
croscopic animals, they seem to follow him as he
darts away, moving in streams of living flame.
In the warm countries, innumerable insects and
plants light up the night with their splendor.
Some of the beetles create a light of wonderful
brilliancy; and we learn in history that when the
Spaniards were marching on the Mexican capital,
they were panic-stricken by the appearance of
what seemed to be the lights of an immense army


intensity. In Brazil a vine is found that, when
crushed at night, gives out a stream of phosphor-
escent light; and many other plants and animals
could be mentioned that possess this wonderful
power, fitly earning for them the title of living
lamps and lanterns.







THE mending of the chairs had entirely changed
Aunt Mercy's demeanor toward us. Said she, the
next day: "I want you both to come and take
tea with me Saturday evening."
Phaeton and Ned not only accepted the invita-
tion with thanks, but asked to have ine included
in it. "Certainly," said Aunt Mercy; "and if
you have any other very particular friends among
the boys, bring them along, too. Only let me
know how many are coming."
Phaeton said he should like to invite Jimmy the
Rhymer. "Invite Jimmy," said Aunt iM'l,.: ,
"And Monkey Roe is awful lively company,"
said Ned. Invite Monkey," said Aunt Mercy.
"If we 're going to have so. many," said Phae-
ton, "I should n't like to leave out Isaac Holman."
It is n't exactly a spelling-match, but choose
away," said Aunt Mercy. It's your turn now,
Edmund Burton."
Ned chose Charlie Garrison, and then Phaeton
chose Patsy Rafferty, and they determined to let
the list end there. But Aunt Mercy said: You
have n't mentioned a single girl."
Sister May is too little," said Ned; "and I
don't much believe in girls, any way.'"
"I don't think we know any girls well enough to
ask them," said Phaeton,-" unless itmay be one,"
and he blushed a little.
One will do," said Aunt Mercy; and so it was
agreed that she should invite Miss Glidden, whom
she called "a very sweet girl."
The evening that had been designated was the
evening of the day recorded in the last chapter, and
not one of'the eight boys included in the invitation
forgot it. We gravitated together, after a series of
well'understood whistlings, and all went to Aunt
Mercy's in a crowd.
When we arrived at the house, Phaeton went up
the steps first, and rang the bell. There was no
immediate response, and while we were waiting for
it, Ned and Monkey Roe, who had lagged behind
a little, came up.
Oh, pshaw said Ned, don't fool around
out here. Aunty expects us-come in, boys," and
he opened the door and led us all into the hall.
"I ought to know the way around this house pretty
well," he continued. Here 's the place to hang

your caps "-and as he pointed out the hat-rack,
the eight caps, with a soft, pattering noise, almost
instantly found lodgment on the pegs, some being
thrown with great precision by the boys who were
hindmost, over the heads of the others.
"Now follow me, boys; I '11 introduce you to
Aunt Mercy; I 'm perfectly at home here," said
Ned, and throwing open the parlor door, he ush-
ered us in there as unceremoniously as he had
admitted us to the house.
The parlor was beautifully though not brilliantly
lighted by an argand lamp. Aunt Mercy was sit-
ting on the sofa, and beside her sat a tall gentle-
man, with a full beard and a sun-browned face,
whom none of us had ever before seen.
"Why! What, does this mean?" said Aunt
Mercy, as soon as she could get her breath.
Ned was considerably abashed, and had fallen
back so that he was almost merged in the crowd of
boys now huddled near the door. But he mustered
courage enough to say: -" We 've-come to tea."
Phaeton stepped forward, and relieved the situ-
ation somewhat by saying: "You remember,
Aunty, you asked us to come to tea this evening
and bring our friends. But perhaps now it is n't
convenient. We can come some other day."
"Really," said his aunt, "I made preparations
for you to-day, and it's perfectly convenient; but
in the last two hours I had totally forgotten it.
You see, I have an unexpected visitorr"
Phaeton introduced those of the boys whom
his aunt had never seen before, and she then intro-
duced us all to Mr. Burton.
Is this the Mr. Burton who was dead long
ago ? said Ned.
The very same one," said his aunt, laughing.
"But he has suddenly come to life again, after
many strange adventures, which he has just been
telling me. I must ask him to tell them all over
again for you this evening."
But did none of you call for Miss Glidden ? "
said Aunt Mercy. We all looked blank.
"Then, Fayette must go after her now."
Phaeton took his cap and started at once. Three
of the boys kindly offered to go with him, fearing
he would be lonesome, but he said he did n't mind
going alone a bit.
While he was gone, we made the acquaintance
of Mr. Burton very rapidly. He seemed a good
deal like Jack-in-the-Box in one respect-he liked
boys. In Ned he appeared to be specially inter-

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ested. Several times over he asked him how old
he was, and how tall he was. I suppose Ned
seemed to him to be a sort of visible measure of
the time that had been lost out of his life; for he
must have disappeared from the knowledge of his
friends about the time that Ned was born.
Soon after Phaeton returned with Miss Glidden,
tea was announced.
Both during the meal and afterward, Mr. Burton
did the greater part of the talking, and his conver-
sation consisted mainly of a running account of his
adventures since he left his home, more than a
dozen years before. I give the story as nearly as
possible in his own words. It was of a nature to
seize upon a boy's fancy; but I fear it has not lain
in my memory all these years without losing many
of its nicest points.

I was a tall and slender boy," said Mr. Burton,
-" so slender that my parents feared I should
become consumptive, and I reached the age of
twenty without improving much in that respect.
Our family physician said a long sea voyage might
build me up and make a strong man of me, and as
my uncle owned a large interest in a whaler then
fitting out, at Nantucket, for a cruise in the North
Pacific, it was arranged that I should make the
"I need not tell you the story of the tedious
passage around Cape Horn, against head-winds and
through rainy seas. We had a prosperous cruise,
and I calculated that although the hundred and
twenty-fifth lay, which was to be my share, would
not make me rich, it would give me considerable
pocket-money when we got home.
"When we turned her prow southward for the
long homeward voyage, our troubles began. Week
after week we labored against heavy gales and head
seas. It was many months since we had been in
port, and we were not well equipped for so long a
strain. At last, when we were barely out of the
tropics, a terrific and long-continued easterly gale
struck us, and drove us helplessly before it. Just
before daylight, one morning, we struck heavily,
with a shock that sent one of the masts overboard.
Dawn showed us that we were wrecked on the
coast of a lonely island.. As nearly as the captain
could calculate, this was in latitude 270 south and
longitude 1IoO west.
"We judged that the island must be about a
dozen miles long. Three volcanic peaks rose in
plain sight, to a height of more than a thousand
feet, and between their branching ridges were green
valleys sloping down to the shore. If you ever see
an old cart-wheel, with half its spokes broken or
missing, which has lain upon the ground till the
grass has sprung up through it, you may look upon

it as a rude representation of the appearance that
island presented from the sea. The hub would be
the cone of an extinct volcano, the weather-beaten
wood being about the color of the volcanic rock,
and the remaining spokes the irregular, sharp
ridges that radiated from it, some of them reaching
to the water's edge and others stopping half-way.
An hour or two after daylight, we found there
was no possibility of saving the ship, though the
storm was over, and that she would probably go to
pieces in the course of the day. We launched the
boats, and pulled southward, along the eastern
shore, and soon came to a pretty bay, where we
made a landing.
"Looking at the shore through the misty dawn,
we had seen what looked like giants standing on
'the flat roofs of their houses and watching us.
But they showed no signs of life, and the captain
at length made them out, through his glass, to be
images of some sort. We afterward had abundant
opportunity to examine them, and found them to
be stone statues of colossal size. What we had
taken for houses were three platforms of solid
masonry, built on ground that sloped toward and
overlooked the sea. Four of these great statues
had originally stood on each of the platforms, but
most of the twelve were now overthrown. We
measured one that lay on the ground, and found
it was fifteen feet high and six feet across the

"They were cut in gray stone, and each statue
that was still standing had on its head an immense
red stone, smoothly cut to the shape of a cylinder,
at least a yard high,-as if it wore what you call a
bandbox hat, but with no brim. We afterward
found there were great numbers of these statues
in various places on the island, though mostly on
the east side. Few of them seemed to be finished.
The largest one we found was over twenty-five feet
"It was two hours after our landing before we
saw any living being. Then we saw three children
peeping at us from the top of a little hill. When
we discovered them, they scampered away, and
pretty soon a crowd of people appeared, led by an
old man whose face was painted white, and who
carried a long spear. They evidently knew what
muskets were, for they showed a wholesome fear
of ours.
"The captain made them understand that we
were cast away, and wished to be taken care of.
They led us along the shore, to the entrance of one
of those green and beautiful valleys, where we
found a village and were made welcome. The
next day they went through a ceremony which we
understood to mean that they formally adopted us
into their tribe, and considered us their brothers."



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Mr. Burton gave a considerable account of his
adventures on the island, which we found very
entertaining; but I can not remember it with suffi-
cient accuracy to attempt repeating it. As we
were walking home, Monkey Roe pointed out what
he thought were improbabilities in the narrative too
great to be believed,-especially the account of
the gigantic stone statues, which he said could not
possibly have been made by people who had no iron
tools. I was inclined to share Monkey's incredu-
lity at the time; but I now know that Mr. Burton
told the truth, and that he must have been cast
away on Easter Island, where Roggeween, the
Dutch navigator, had discovered the mysterious
statuary more than a century before.
"That little island," he continued, "was our.
home for nearly ten years. It is far out of the
usual track of ships, and as good water is very
scarce upon it, there is little temptation for them to
go out of their way to visit it. We had two small
boats, but the coast of South America was more
than two thousand miles distant, and there was no
island that we knew of much nearer.
"At last a merchantman, driven out of her
course by stress of weather, came to anchor off the
western shore, and sent in a boat, the crew of
which were naturally astonished at being greeted
by white men.
"We were taken off, and carried to Melbourne,
where every man took his own way of getting
home. About half of them went to the newly dis-
covered gold-fields. I got a chance, after a while,
to ship before the mast in a vessel going to Cal-
cutta, and embraced it eagerly, as I presumed
there would be plenty of opportunities to reach my
native land from a port that traded with all nations.
"There I made the acquaintance of a young
man who, I found, was from my native town;
though I had not known him at home, as he was
nearly, or quite, ten years my junior. His name
was Roderick Ayr. He offered to lend me money,
but I would take it only on condition that he receive
my watch as security, to be redeemed when we
reached home. It was a splendid watch, but had
ceased to keep time, for want of cleaning.
"Mr. Ayr had been educated at one of the
older colleges, knew something of engineering, had
studied law, had spent a year in journalism, and
had done a little something in literature-in fact,
I think he told me he had published a small vol-
ume of poems, or essays. His talents were so
varied that he found it difficult to settle down to
one occupation; and so he had made a voyage to
India, merely to see something of the world, while
he was growing a little older and finding out what
he was best fitted for. I liked him greatly, and
an intimate friendship soon sprang up between us.

He was about to return home as a passenger, when
I found an opportunity to ship before the mast in
the 'Emily Wentworth,' bound for Boston. To
keep me company, he shipped in the same vessel.
"We passed down the Hoogly, and wound
through the horrible swamps and jungles of the
Sunderbunds, where tigers and crocodiles were an
every-day sight, till our pilot left us, on a sunny
July morning, with the deep blue waters of the
Bay of Bengal before us, and a gentle breeze from
the north-east.
"Two days later we were struck by a cyclone, and
the vessel was reduced to a helpless wreck. Every-
body on board seemed paralyzed with terror, ex-
cept Ayr and the captain, and the captain was
soon swept away by a heavy sea. Three of the
men, headed by the second mate,-a fellow named
Hobbes,-managed to launch the only boat that
had not been stove, threw into it a keg of water,
a few provisions, and the charts and instruments,
and were about to pull away and leave the rest of
us to our fate, when Ayr ordered them back. As
they paid no attention to him, he sprang into the
boat and took Hobbes by the throat. Hobbes
drew his knife, but as quick as lightning Ayr gave
him a blow that sent him overboard. One of the
sailors caught him and drew him in, and then they
all consented to return to the deck. The next sea
swept away the boat.
"Ayr was now recognized as commander, by
virtue of his natural superiority, and with a few
strong volunteers to assist him, he rigged and
launched a raft, upon which nine of us embarked.
The remainder of the crew had already been lost,
or were afraid to leave the vessel, and some had
lashed themselves to her spars. Ayr was the last
to leave her. He jumped overboard, swam to the
raft, cut the hawser, and we drifted away from the
hulk, which heeled and went down before we were
out of sight.
Ayr, who was a powerful swimmer, was swim-
ming about the raft the greater part of the time,
sometimes tightening the fastenings where she
threatened to break apart, and often saving and
hauling on board again some poor wretch who had
been swept off. But every few hours a man would
be carried off whom Ayr could not reach, and our
little company was continually growing smaller.
"As for myself, I was rather a poor swimmer,
and either the exposure or some disease that I
had previously contracted caused an uncomfortable
swelling and puffiness in my fingers and toes. I
took off, with some difficulty, a ring which I had
worn for a dozen years, as it now began to hurt
me, and slipped it upon Ayr's finger, asking him
to keep it for me till some happier time.
"In the afternoon of the second day, it became





evident that the raft was too large for the strength
of the ropes that held it together, and that a
smaller one must be made. Ayr set to work to
build it almost alone. Indeed, but four of us were
now left-Simpson, an Englishman, Hobbes the
mate, Ayr, and I. Ayr had lost a great deal of his

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When at last I crossed my father's threshold
again, less than a week ago, I found that I had not
only been given up for dead, but was supposed to
have been murdered by my dearest friend, Roderick
Ayr. He and Hobbes had been picked up by a
vessel bound for Liverpool, and so had no difficulty


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strength, and his knife slipped from his hand and
sank in the sea. I lent him mine, for the other
two men were destitute of knives ; Hobbes had lost
his when Ayr knocked him out of the boat.
Just as the new raft was ready to be cut loose,
a great sea struck us, and widely separated the
two, leaving Ayr and Hobbes on what remained
of the old one, while Simpson and I were on the
new. I saw Ayr plunge into the water and strike
out toward us; but after a few strokes he turned
back, either because he felt he had not strength to
reach us, or because he would not leave Hobbes
helpless. The sudden night of the tropics shut
down upon us, and when morning dawned, the old
raft was nowhere to be seen.
The sea was now much less violent, and Simp-
son and I managed to maintain our position in
spite of our wasted strength. I felt that another
night would be our last. But, an hour before sun-
set, we were picked tip by a Dutch vessel, bound
on an exploring voyage to the coasts of Borneo
and Celebes.
"We had not the good luck to sight any vessel
going in the opposite direction, and so could only
return after the explorations had been made, which
kept us away from home nearly two years longer.

in coming home by
the shortest route.
"Hobbes, who, it
seems, had never
given up his grudge
against Ayr, passing
through my native
town on his way from
Boston to his own
home, had stopped
over for the purpose
of setting afloat the
story of the wreck, in
which he so far min-
gled truth and false-
hood as to represent
that Ayr, in view
of the scanty stock
of provisions on the
raft, had successively
murdered three of.
the men in their
sleep,-I being one
of these, -robbed
them of their valua-

bles, and rolled their bodies off into the sea.
"When Ayr came along on the next train, a
policeman's hand was laid upon his arm before he
stepped off from the platform. He was taken to
police head-quarters and searched, and as my
watch, my ring, and my knife were found in his pos-
session, the evidence against him seemed conclusive.
But the living, lying witness had disappeared, and
could not be found. Either he had felt that he
would be unable to confront Ayr and withstand
cross-questioning, or else he had no desire to
send Ayr to the gallows, but only to disgrace
him in the estimation of his townsmen. In
this he succeeded to a considerable extent. Ayr
told the straight story, which his nearest friends
believed-excepting some who feared he might have
done, under the peculiar temptations of a wreck,
what he would not have done under any other cir-
cumstances; and as no murder could be actually
proved, he, of course, could not be held. But most
of the people ominously shook their heads, and
refused to receive his account of the watch, the ring,
and the knife as anything but an ingenious triple
falsehood. It was more than he could stand, and
between two days he disappeared, his nearest rela-
tives not knowing what had become of him.




When I suddenly appeared in the town, a few
days back, those overwise people of two years
ago were dumfounded, and I hope by this time
they are sufficiently ashamed of themselves. But
some one besides Roderick Ayr had disappeared
from the town during my absence. Miss Rogers
had moved to Detroit six years before, and I took
the next train for that city. There I learned that
after a brief residence she had come here. So I
retraced my journey.
As we were entering the city this afternoon, I
put my head out of the car window in an idle way,
and thought I saw a strange vision-a man stand-
ing beside the track with a flag in his hand, who
wore the features of Roderick Ayr. In a moment
it was gone, and I could not tell whether it was
fancy or reality, whether I had been dreaming or
awake. But as I was passing through the door of
the railway station, he accosted me, and sure enough
it was my friend."
Good gracious said Monkey Roe.
Johannes in ferpetio !- Jack for ever! said
Holman. "O-o-o-o-h! said Ned, three times-
once with his mouth, and once with each eye.
Phaeton leapt up, and waving his handkerchief
over his head, proposed "Three cheers for Roderick
Jack-in-the-Box "-whereupon all the boys rose
instantly and gave three terrific cheers and a hand-
some tiger, to which Phaeton immediately added:
Please excuse me, Aunty; I 'm going to bring
Jack-in-the-Box," and he was off in an instant.
I don't know what he means by that,", said
Aunt Mercy.
"The explanation is this," said Miss Glidden,
"that Jack-in-the-Box and Roderick Ayr are one
and the same person."
"Then of course I shall be most happy to
welcome him," said Aunt Mercy.
Before long, Mr. Ayr was announced. The
hostess rose to greet him, and all the boys except
Miss Glidden," as Patsy Rafferty expressed it,
made a rush for him and wound themselves around
him like an anaconda.
Where 's Fay ? said Ned, as he looked about
him when the anaconda had loosened its folds.
He 's at the Box, managing the signals for
me in my absence," said Jack.
The hero of the evening was now beset with
inquiries, and nearly the whole story was gone
over again, by question and answer.

NOT many weeks after the tea-party, there were
two weddings. Mr. Burton and Aunt Mercy were
married on Wednesday, quietly,' at her house,

and none of the boys were there excepting Phaeton
and Ned. Roderick Ayr and Miss Glidden were
married next morning in church, and all the boys
were there.
In the arrangements for this wedding, it was
planned that there should be no brides-maids and
no best man, although it was then the fashion to
have them,-but four ushers. Jack had asked
Phaeton and Ned Rogers, Isaac Holman, and me
to officiate in this capacity; and we, with a few
of the other boys, met in the printing-office to
talk it over. "I suppose we shall get along some-
how," said Ned, "but I never ushed in my life,
and I would n't like to make a blunder."
"You can buy a behavior-book that tells all
about it," said Charlie Garrison.
"I don't much believe in books for such
things," said Ned.
"Well," said Charlie, "you '1l find you must
have a lot of trappings for this affair-white gloves
and bouquets and rosettes and cockades and bridal
favors, and a little club with ribbons on it, to hit
the boys with when they don't keep still."
Oh, pshaw said Jimmy the Rhymer, "half
of those are the same thing. And as for hitting-
the boys, they 'd better hit the whole congrega-
tion, who never know any better than to jump up
and gaze around every time there 's a rumor that
the bridal party have arrived."
"I don't think we need be troubled about it,"
said Phaeton. Of course Jack will rehearse us a
little, and instruct us what to do."
Bonus ego cervus Good idea! said Hol-
man. "Let's go up to the Box this afternoon and
ask him." And we agreed that we would.
That 's all very well for that part of the busi-
ness," said Jimmy the Rhymer; "but there 's
something else we ought to talk over and agree
upon, which we can't ask Jack about. I mean our
own demonstration. Of course we 're not going
to stand by and see Jack-in-the-Box married and
disposed of without doing something to show our
love for him."
"They wont take any presents," said Holman.
And I think all the flowers there need be will
be provided for by somebody else," said Phaeton.
Then," said Jimmy, "there is but one thing left
for us. It 's a famous custom to throw old shoes
after people, as a sign that you wish them good
luck-especially when they 're just married and
starting off on their wedding journey. We need n't
throw anything, but we '11 have a chance to put in
an old horseshoe, which is luckier than any other."
"Those carriages," said Phaeton, generally
have a platform behind, to carry trunks on. While
the bridal party are in the church, we might have
all our old shoes piled up on that platform."



"And that will give us a chance to decorate
them with a few flowers and ribbons," said Jimmy.
We appointed Jimmy a committee of one to
manage the old shoes. In the afternoon we four,
who were to be ushers, went to see Jack-in-the-Box.
"Jack," said Ned, "if we 're going to ush for
you, you '11 have to instruct us a little. None of
us understand the science very well, and we 're
afraid to try learning it from books."
Jack laughed heartily. The science of using,
as you call it," said he, is a very simple matter."
Then he got a sheet of paper and a pencil, drew
roughly a ground plan of the church, showed us
our places at the heads of the aisles, and instructed
us fully about our simple duties.
And about the clubs ? said Ned. "Will you
make those, or do we buy them ?"
"What clubs? said Jack.
"The little clubs with ribbons wound around
them, to hit the boys with when they don't keep
Jack laughed more heartily than before.
I guess we wont hit the boys," said he. "They
need n't keep any stiller than they want to, at my
wedding." And then he explained.
"A marshal," said he, "is a sort of commander,
and the little club, as you call it, is the symbol of
his authority. But an usher stands in the rela-
tion of servant to those whom he shows to their
"I must tell Charlie Garrison about that," said
Ned; "it was he who started the story about the
little clubs. Charlie 's an awful good boy, but he
generally gets things wrong. I 'm afraid he 's too
ready to believe everything anybody tells him."
In trying to describe Charlie, Ned had so
exactly described himself that we all broke into a
As we were walking away, Holman suggested
that perhaps while we were about it we ought to
have got instructions as to the reception, also; for
there was to be a brief one at the house imme-
diately after the ceremony in church.
Oh, I know all about that," said Fay. "You
go up to the couple, and shake hands, and if you 're
a girl you kiss the bride-(what did you say ? You
wish you were ?)-and wish them many happy
returns of the day; then you say what kind of
weather you think we 've had lately, and the bride-
groom says what kind he thinks; then you give a
real good smile and a bow, and go into another
room and eat some cake and ice-cream; and then
you go home. That's a reception."
Two days before the wedding, Jack resigned his
place in the employ of the railroad, and took all
his things away from the Box. Patsy Rafferty's
father succeeded him as signal-man.

Thursday was a beautiful, dreamy October day,
and as we had settled all the weighty questions of
etiquette, we put on the white gloves with a feeling
of the most dignified importance. The people
began coming early. The boys, who were among
the earliest, came in a compact crowd, and we gave
them first-rate seats in the broad aisle, above the
ribbon. Before ten o'clock every seat was filled.
Everybody in town seemed to be present. There
were matrons with a blush of the spring-time
returned to their faces. There were little misses
in short dresses, who had never looked on such a
spectacle before. There were young ladies, evi-
dently in the midst of their first campaign, just a
little excited over one of those events toward which
ill-natured people say all their campaigning is
directed. There were fathers of families, with
business-furrowed brows, brushing the cobwebs
from dim recollections, and marking the discovery
of each with the disappearance of a wrinkle.
There were bachelors who, if not like the irrever-
ent hearers of Goldsmith's preacher, were at least
likely to go away with deep remorse or desperate
resolve. There were some who would soon them-
selves be central figures in similar spectacles.
There were those, perhaps, whose visions of such
a triumph were destined to be finally as futile as
they were now vivid.
Frequent ripples of good-natured impatience ran
across the sea of heads, and we who felt that we
had the affair in charge began to be a little anxious,
till the organ struck up a compromise between a
stirring waltz and a soothing melody, which
speeded the unoccupied moments on their journey.
The usual number of false alarms caused the
usual turning of heads and eyes. But at last the
bridal party really came. The bride's eyes were
on the ground, and she heard nothing but the
rustle of her own train, and saw nothing, I trust,
but the visions that are dear to every human heart.
The organ checked its melodious enthusiasm as
the party reached the chancel. Then the well-
known half-audible words were uttered, with a glim-
mer of a ring sliding upon a dainty finger. The
benediction was said, a flourish of the organ sounded
the retreat, and the party ran the gauntlet of the
broad aisle again, while the audience, as was the
fashion of that day, immediately rose to its feet and
closed and crushed in behind them, like an ava-
lanche going through a tunnel.
While we were in the church, Jimmy the Rhymer,
with Lukey Finnerty to help him, had brought the
old shoes in an immense basket, and arranged them
on the platform at the back of the bridegroom's
carriage. The cluster of seven boots which Patsy
had used for a drag to control Phaeton's car, was
laid down as a foundation. On this were piled all





sorts of old shoes, gaiters, and slippers, bountifully
contributed by the boys, and at the top of the pyra-
mid a horseshoe contributed by Jimmy himself.
Sticking out of each shoe was a small bouquet, and
the whole was bound together and fastened to the
platform with narrow white ribbons, tied here and
there into a bow.
My young lady readers will want to know what
the bride wore. As nearly as I can recollect-and
I have refreshed my memory by a glance at the
best fashion-magazines-it was a wine-colored serge
Sicilienne, looped up with pipings of gros-grain
galloon, cut ea train across the sleeve-section; the
over-skirt of Pompadour passementerie, shirred on

on the trunk-board, the carriage presented an orig-
inal and picturesque appearance as it rolled away.
The boys went to the reception as they had gone
everywhere else, in a solid crowd. When we pre-
sented ourselves, Ned made us all laugh by literally
following his brother's humorous instructions. The
caterer thought he had provided bountifully for the
occasion; but when the boys left the refreshment-
room, he stood aghast. The premium boy in this
part of the performance was Monkey Roe.
As Ned and I walked silently toward home, he
suddenly spoke: It's all right! Miss Glidden
was too awful old for Fay and Jimmy and Holman.
She's nineteen, if she 's a day."

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with striped gore of garnet silk, the corners caught
down to form shells for the heading, and finished
off in. knife plaitings of brocaded facing that she
had in the house. Coiffure, a Maintenon remnant
of pelerine blue, laced throughout, and crossing'at
the belt. The corsage was a pea-green fichu of
any material in vogue, overshot with delicate twilled
moss-heading cut bias, hanging gracefully in fan
outline at the back, trimmed with itself and fitted
in the usual manner with darts; Bertha panier of
suit goods, and Watteau bracelets to match.
; With this costume inside, and our contribution

No doubt of it," said I. But how came you
to know about Fay and Jimmy and Holman ?"
I thought Ned had not discovered what I had.
Without a word, he placed his forefinger in the
corner of his eye, then pulled the lobe of his ear,
and then, spreading the fingers of both hands,
brought them carefully together, finger-end upon
finger-end, in the form of a cage. By which he
meant to say that he could see, and hear, and put
this and that together.
Ah, well said I, let us not talk about it.
We may be nineteen ourselves some day."





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LAZY in the spring-time, before the leaves are After a while he thinks he hears an early apple

Lazy in the summer-time, beneath their leafy
Sure a lazier farm-boy never yet was seen!

His cheeks are round as apples and browned by
sun and breeze,
He bears a pair of patches upon his sturdy
And wears the pleasant countenance of one who
loves to please.

The weeds are growing fast, and the master
takes his hoe,
And bids his farm-boy follow him, whether he
will or no;
He follows as a farm-boy should, but he follows
very slow.

His master leads him to the field and shows
him all his task,
And leaves him when in sunbeams the earth
begins to bask,
Just as the boy would like "How long ere din-
ner-time to ask;

Now surely from the little wood he hears a
phcebe call!
So he halts among the pumpkins beside the

For half an hour he gazes to find the apple-tree,
And listens for the phcebe, but is not sure 't is
Then he takes his hoe and marvels so many
weeds should be.

And now the perfect face of heaven wears not a
single cloud,
The lazy boy above his hoe is for a brief space
But soon, despondent, he stops short before a
weedy crowd.

"I think," he says, (I am so tired!)-it must
be nigh to noon;
I '11 listen for the mid-day bell; it should be
ringing soon."
He lies down in the shade to hear, and whistles
a slow tune.





There is no sound, the breezes die, he soon
falls fast asleep;
The weeds do not stop growing-thus will our
labors keep.
He wears a smile, for in his dream he hears a
squirrel cheep.

Roused by the clanging bell of noon, he wakes
with startled moan;
"I wonder how it is," he says, "so many
weeds were sown I "
"Because," I answer, "smart farm-boys are not
like clover grown."


BY M. M. D.

How strange it all seemed to little Winifred!
One year ago, or, as she reckoned it, one snow-
time and one flower-time ago, she was living in
Boston, and now she was in the wilds of Colorado. It
was a great change-this going from comfort and
luxury to a place where comfort was hard to find,
and luxury not to be thought of; where they had
a log-hut instead of a house, and a pig in place of
a poodle. But, on the whole, she enjoyed it. Her
father was better, and that was what they came for.
The doctor had said Colorado air would cure him.
And though Mother often looked tired and troubled,
she certainly never used to break forth into happy
bits of song when Father was ill in bed, as she
did now that he was able to help cut down trees
in the forest. Besides, who ever saw such beau-
tiful blue flowers and such flaming red blossoms
in Boston? And what. was the frog-pond com-
pared with these streams that now, in the spring-
time, came rushing through the woods-silently
sometimes, and sometimes so noisily that, if it were
not for their sparkle when they passed the open,

sunny places, and the laughing way they had of
running into every chink along the banks, one
would think they were angry? Yes, on the whole,
Winifred liked Colorado; and so did her little
brother Nat; though, if you had told him Boston
was just around the corner, he would have started
to run there without waiting to put on his cap.
Such a little mite of a fellow Nat was, and so
full of sunshine! Only one thing could trouble
him-and that was to be away from Mother even
for half an hour. There was something in Moth-
er's way of singing, Mother's way of kissing hurt
little heads and fingers, Mother's way of putting
sugar on bread, and Mother's way of rocking tired
little boys, that Nat approved of most heartily.
He loved his father, too, and thought him the
most powerful wood-cutter that ever swung an ax,
though really the poor man had to stop and rest
at nearly every stroke.
See these two children now trudging to the little
stream near by, quite resolved upon having a fine
rocking in Father's canoe! This queer boat, made




of bark, and sharp at both ends, was tied to a
stake. Now that the stream was swollen and
flowing so fast, it was fine fun to sit, one in each
end, and get "bounced about," as Winnie said.
You get in first, because you 're the littlest,"
said Winnie, holding her dress tightly away from
the plashing water with one hand, and pulling the
boat close to the shore with the other.
No, you get in first, 'cause you 'm a girl," said
Nat. "I don't want no helping I'm going to
take off my toos and 'tockies first, 'cause Mammy
said I might."
Nat could say shoes and stockings quite plainly
when he chose, but everybody said toos and
'tockies" to him; so he looked upon these words,
and many other crooked ones, as a sort of lan-
guage of Nat, which all the world would speak if
they only knew how.
In at last-both of them-and a fine rocking
they had. The bushes and trees threw cool shad-
ows over the canoe, and the birds sang, and the
blue sky peeped down at them through little open-
ings overhead, and, altogether, with the plashing
water and the birds and pleasant murmur of
insects, it was almost like Mother's rocking and
At first they talked and laughed softly. Then
they listened. Then they talked a very little.
Then listened again, lying on the rushes in the
bottom of the canoe. Then they ceased talking,
and watched the branches waving overhead; and,
at last, they both fell sound asleep.
This was early in the morning. Mother was
very busy in the cabin, clearing away the break-
fast-dishes, sweeping the room, making the beds,
mixing bread, heating the oven, and doing a dozen
other things. At last she took a plate of crumbs
and scraps, and went out to feed the chickens.
"Winnie! Nat!" she called, as she stepped
out upon the rough door-stone. Come, feed the
chickens Then she added, in a surprised way,
to herself: Why, where in the world can those
children be? They must have stopped at the new
clearing to see their father."
At dinner-time she blew the big tin horn that
hung by the door, and soon her husband came
home alone, hungry and tired.
Oh, you little witches laughed the mother,
without looking up from her task of bread-cutting.
How could you stay away so long from Mamma ?
Tired, Frank?"
"Yes, very. But what do you mean? Where
are the youngsters? "
She looked up now, and instantly exclaimed, in
a frightened voice, as she ran out past her husband:
"Oh, Frank! I've not seen them for two or
three hours! I thought, to be sure, they were

with you. They surely would n't have staid all
this time in the canoe "
He followed her, and they both ran to the
stream. In an instant, the mother, hastening on
ahead through the bushes, screamed back: Oh,
Frank! Frank! The canoe is gone!"
All that long, terrible day, and the next, they
searched. They followed the stream, and at last
found the canoe-but it was empty In vain the
father and mother and their only neighbor wan-
dered through the forest in every direction, calling:
" Winnie! Winnie! Nat! Nat! In vain the
neighbor took his boat and explored the stream
for miles and miles-no trace could be found of the
poor little creatures, who, full of life and joy, had
so lately jumped into Father's canoe to "have a
Where were they? Alas! they did not them-
selves know. They only knew that they had been
wakened suddenly by a great thump, and that when
they jumped out of the canoe and started to go
home, everything was different. There was no foot-
path, no clearing where trees had been cut down,
no sound of Father's ax near by, nor of Mother's
song-and the stream was rushing on very angrily
over its rocky bed. The canoe, which had broken
loose and, borne on by the current, had floated
away with them miles and miles from the stake,
was wedged between two great stones when they
jumped out of it; but now it was gone-the waters
had taken it away. After a while, in their dis-
tracted wanderings, they could not even find the
stream, though it seemed to be roaring in every
direction around them.
Now they were in the depths of the forest, wan-
dering about, tired, hungry, and frightened. For
two nights they had cried themselves to sleep in
each other's arms under the black trees; and as
the wind moaned through the branches, Winnie
had prayed God to save them from the wolves, and
little Nat had screamed, Papa! Mamma sob-
bing as if his heart would break. All they had
found to eat was a few sweet red berries that grew
close to the ground. Every hour the poor children
grew fainter and fainter, and, at last, Nat could n't
walk at all.
"I 'm too tired and sick," he said, "and my
feets all tut. My toos and 'tockies is in the boat.
O Winnie Winnie he would cry, with a great
sob, "why don't Mamma 'n' Papa come? Oh, if
Mamma 'd only come and bring me some bread "
Don't cry, dear-don't cry," Winnie would say
over and over again. I '11 find some more red
berries soon; and God will show us the way home.
I know He will. Only don't cry, Nat, because it
takes away all my courage."
"All your what? asked Nat, looking wildly at





her as if he thought courage was something they
could eat.
"All my courage, Nat." And then, after
searching in vain for more red berries, she would
throw herself upon her knees and moan: "Dear
Father in Heaven, I can't find anything more for
Nat to eat. Oh, lease show us the way home "
What was that quick sound coming toward them?
The underbrush was so thick Winnie could not see
what caused it, but she held her breath in terror,
thinking of wolves and Indians, for there were
plenty of both, she knew, lurking about in these
great forests.
The sound ceased for a moment. Seizing Nat
in her arms, she made one more frantic effort to
find her way to the stream, then, seeing a strange
look in the poor little face when she put him down
to take a better hold, she screamed:
"Nat! Nat! Don't look so! Kiss Winnie!"
"Hello, there! shouted a voice through the
underbrush, and in another instant a great, stout
man came stamping and breaking his way through
the bushes.
Hello, there! What on airth 's up now? Ef
old Joe ha' n't come upon queer game this time.
Two sick youngsters-an' ef they aint a-starving!
Here, you younguns, eat some uv this 'ere, and
give an account uv yourselves."
With these words, he drew from somewhere
among the heavy folds of his hunting-dress a
couple of crackers.
The children grabbed at them frantically.
"Hold up! Not so sharp!" he said; "you
must have a little at a time for an hour yet. Here,
sis, give me the babby--I '11 feed him; and as for
you, jest see that you don't more 'n nibble "
Oh, give me a drink! cried Winnie, swallow-
ing the cracker in two bites, and for an instant even
forgetting Nat.
The man pulled a canteen or flat tin flask from
his belt and gave her a swallow of water; then he
hastened to moisten Nat's lips and feed him crumb
after crumb of the broken cracker.
"Another hour," he muttered to himself, as he
gently fed the boy and smoothed back the tangled
yellow hair from the pale little face,-"another
hour and he 'd 'a' been past mendin'."
Winnie looked up quickly.
Is he going to die?" she asked.
"Not he," said the man; he '11 come through
right end up yet. He 's got a fever on him, but
we 'll soon knock that under. How 'd you get
here, little gal?"
Winnie told her story, all the while feeling a glad

certainty at her heart that their troubles were over.
The strange man carried a gun, and he had a big
pistol, and an ax, and a knife in his belt. He
looked very fierce, too, yet she knew he would not
harm her. She had seen many a trapper before,
since she came to the West, and, besides, she felt
almost sure he was the very trapper who had been
at her father's cabin a few weeks before, and taken
supper, and warmed himself before the fire, while
he told wonderful stories about Indians and furs,
and about having many a time had fifty mile o'
traps out on one stretch."
She remembered, too, that her father had told
her the next day that trappers lived by catching
with traps all sorts of wild animals, and selling
their furs to the traders, and that this particular
trapper had been very successful, and had great
influence among the Indians-in fact, that he was
one of the big men of that region, as he said.
These thoughts running through her mind now
as she told how they had been lost for two whole
days and two nights, and the sight of Nat falling
peacefully asleep on the trapper's shoulder, made
her feel so happy that she suddenly broke forth
with, 0 Mr. Trapper I can run now. Let 's go
right home!"
S S *
The stars came out one by one that night, and
winked and blinked at a strange figure stalking
through the forest. He had a sleeping child on
each arm, and yet carried his gun ready to fire at
an instant's notice. Trudging on, he muttered to
Well, old Joe, you 've bagged all sort o' game
in this 'ere forest, and trapped 'most everything
agoin', but you aint never had such a rare bit o'
luck as this. No wonder I stood there on the edge
of the timber-land, listening to I did n't know
what Reckon here 's a couple o' skins now '11 be
putty popular at one market 't any rate-fetch
'most any price you could name-but I '11 let 'em
go cheap; all the pay I want for these 'ere critters
is jest to hear the kisses of them poor frightened-
Hello! there 's a light! What, ahoy! Neighbor,
hello! hello!"
Got 'em both!" he shouted, as three figures,
two men and a woman, came in sight through the
starlight. "All right-Got 'em both!"
The children are awake now. What sobs, what
laughter, what broken words of love and joy, fall
upon the midnight air! And through all, Winnie,
wondering and thrilled with strange happiness, is
saying to herself: "I knew God would show us
the way home!"



UP the road and down the road and up the road again,
All across the meadow-lot, and through the shady lane;
Over hill and valley, skipping merrily we come,
Down the road and up the road,-and here we are at home!



. IN days long ago, when birds and flowers and
trees could talk, in a country far over the sea,
there was a beautiful fountain. It was in an open-
ing in the forest, and the little sunbeams that
crept between the leaves, falling upon it, made it
shine and sparkle like silver. You would have
thought the wind was playing a polka among the
trees, so gayly did the fountain dance and bubble
over the rocks, while it was sending up little
showers of spray that made tiny rainbows.

But between its banks, farther down, it was as
quiet as a sleeping child, and the ferns bent over and
bathed themselves in it, and the cool green moss
crept down to the water's edge. The mountain-
goat that wandered through the forest had never
been there to drink. Even the wind was tenderly
careful not to ruffle it, and the leaves that had
shaded it all summer long laid themselves noise-
lessly on either side when their turn came to fall,
but they never sullied its fair surface.




One day, a youth named Narcissus, who had
been hunting in the forest, lost sight of his com-
panions, and while looking for them, chanced to
see the fountain flashing beneath a stray sunbeam.
He at once turned his steps toward it, much de-
lighted, for he was so heated and thirsty. As he
drew nearer, and heard the plash of the falling
water and saw its crystal clearness, he thought he
had never seen so beautiful a place, and he hastened
to bathe his burning forehead and cool his parched
lips. But as he knelt upon the mossy bank and
bent over the water, he saw his own image, as in a
glass. He thought it must be some lovely water-
spirit that lived within the fountain, and in gazing
upon it he forgot to drink. The sparkling eyes,
the curling locks, the blushing, rounded cheeks,
and the parted lips filled him with admiration,
and he fell in love with that image of himself, but
he knew not that it was his own image.
The longer he looked, the more beautiful it
became to him, and he longed to embrace it.
But as he dipped his arms into the water and
touched it with his lips, the lovely face disap-
peared, as though its owner had been frightened.
Narcissus felt himself thrill with alarm lest he
might never behold it again, and he looked
around, in vain, to find where it had fled.
What was his delight to see it appearing again
as the surface of the water became smooth! It
gave him.back glance for glance, and smile for
smile, but although the lips moved as if they were
speaking, they gave him not a word. He begged
the beautiful creature to come out of the fountain
and live with him.
"You are the most beautiful being my eyes
ever looked upon," he said, and I love you with

all my heart. You shall have all that is mine,
and I will forever be your faithful friend, if you
will only come with me."
The image smiled and seemed to stretch out
its arms to him, but still was dumb. This only
made him desire all the more to hear it speak,
and he besought it for a reply until, saddened by
continued disappointment, his tears fell upon the
water and disturbed it. This made the face look
wrinkled. He thought it was going to leave him,
and exclaimed :
"Only stay, beautiful being, and let me gaze
upon you, if I may not touch you! "
And so he hung over the brink of the fountain,
forgetting his food and rest, but not losing sight
for an instant of the lovely face.
As daylight faded away and the moonbeams
crept down into the little glade to bear him com-
pany, he still kept his faithful watch, and the
morning sun found him where it had said good-
night to him the evening before. Day after day
and night after night he staid there, gazing and
grieving. He grew thin and pale and weak, until,
worn-out with love and longing and disappoint-
ment, he pined away and died.
When his friends found the poor dead Narcissus,
they were filled with sorrow, and they went about
sadly to prepare a funeral pile, for it was the
custom in those days to burn the dead. But,
most wonderful to tell! when they returned to
bear away the body, it could nowhere be found.
However, before their astonished eyes a, little
flower rose from the water's edge, just where
their friend had died. So they named the flower
in memory of him, and it has been called Narcis-
sus unto this very day.

- j *- --- ..- --.








IT was in the evening of one of our unlucky
days that we got into the worst camp of our whole
expedition, not excepting the rainy night in Guate-
mala. The place looked like a pleasant palm-
grove, and, being on dry ground, and high above
the marshy mosquito-jungles, we congratulated our-
selves on the prospect of a good night's rest; but,
about an hour after sunset, we heard from the depths
of the forest a noise which I soon recognized as the
assembly-call of a troop of red howlers, or roaring
baboons (ITycetes ursinus), creatures that can out-
yell a steam-whistle, and are certainly the most
obstreperous brutes of the wilderness. The din
came nearer and nearer, and from more than one
direction, till we perceived to our dismay that we
had pitched our tents in, or rather under, the
very head-quarters of the terrible howlers. They
squealed, chattered, and whooped, and one old
wretch every now and then gave a yell that made
our ears ache, and caused our dog to break forth
into a plaintive howl. When I could not stand it
any longer, I snatched up my gun and fired both
barrels into the tree-top; but I never did a more
useless thing in my life. About twenty more mon-
keys now joined in the chorus, and the old rascal,
instead of moderating his voice, raised it to a per-
fect roar--a hoarse bellow that sounded deep and
steady through the intermittent howls of his com-
Oh, mercy! What shall we do about it? said
Tommy. "We can not shift our camp in a dark
night like this. I wonder if our camp-fire excites
them so much; may be they will stop their racket
if we put it out."
But the Moro shook his head. "It is something
else," said he. "I am afraid we are going to have
a storm. The worst gale I ever weathered on the
Amazon River was about forty miles farther down,
and I remember that, on the night before it broke
out, the monkeys were yelling like a thousand
The uproar continued, and it seemed as if the
night would never end. But I once read, in the
memoirs of a naval officer, that, during the
battle of the Nile, some English sailor-boys fell
asleep on the deck from sheer exhaustion. A
similar torpor had overcome my young com-

panions, when I felt the skipper's hand on my
shoulder. "Listen! said he. "Wasn't I right?
Do you hear the wind? There is a storm coming
up from the east."
"So is the morning," said I. "Thank good-
ness, the night is over! Look yonder; it's getting
daylight across the river."
The eastern sky was brightening, and, looking
against the pale white streaks, we could plainly see
the swaying of the distant tree-tops, and before
long the commotion came nearer, and our own
trees took up the strain.
Get up, boys cried the skipper. "Help me
fasten my boat, or she will get swamped as sure as
a gun. There will be a gale in about ten
minutes! "
We all sprang up, and, leaving Daddy Simon to
secure our tent, the rest of us ran down to the
beach, and we had hardly dragged the boat into
the mouth of a little creek, when a storm began
that dwarfed all the gales we had so .far ex-
perienced. Not a drop of rain, but leaves and
twigs filled the air like a whirl of snow-flakes, and
the river rose like a sea, and dashed its foam high
up into the branches of the overhanging caucho-
trees. In one of these trees we saw a flock of
spider-monkeys clinging to the branches with legs
and tails, and at the same time wildly gesticulating
with their long arms, waving their hands at each
other, and pointing at the river and the next trees,
as if they were debating the possibility of the storm
uprooting the caucho. Our own situation was not
much better: the river-spray drenched us from head
to foot, and torn-off branches came down like a hail-
storm; we were on our return trip to La Guayra,
and it really seemed as if the American tropics, as
a parting favor, were going to treat us to all the
horrors of the wilderness. The Moro screamed
something in my ear; shouting, as nearly as I
could understand him through the roar of the
gale, that it would not last much longer.
Forty minutes after the first blast the worst was
over, and the storm subsided as suddenly as it had
come, but the river was still so boisterous that
we had to wait two hours before we could venture
to launch our boat. We were all as wet as fish-
otters till the noonday sun gave us a chance to dry
our clothes. Our next camp, though, indemnified
us for the misery of the last night. We pitched




our tent under a shade-tree, at the mouth of a
pebbly creek that came singing and dancing from
the foot-hills of the Sierra Marina, and from the
midst of the river, right opposite our creek, rose
a castle-like mass of red sandstone, known as
the Piedra de la Madre, or "Mother's Rock,"
in allusion to an event whose record is still pre-
served in the camp-fire stories of the Brazilian
sailors. The beach swarmed with crabs and
young .gavials,-a sort of alligator-like lizards,-
and in the woods just behind our camp, Tommy


discovered a nest of blue king-parrots. The nest
was in a hollow tree, not more than twenty feet
from the ground, and it would have been easy
enough to get the young ones if the hollow itself
had not been so very deep. Menito took off his
jacket and thrust in his arm to the elbow, but all
in vain, though he was sure that the youngsters
were at home, as he had seen them poke out

their heads whenever the old ones came near the
tree. The hollow seemed to have deep side-
cavities, and we had already given the thing up,
as the tree was too large to make it worth while
to cut it down, when old "Jack-at-all-Trades"
showed that he could teach us a trick or two even
about our own business of bird-catching. He
mounted the tree with the aid of a boat-hook,
straddled a branch a little below and behind
the nest, and then clapped his hands in a very
peculiar manner, and a moment after, five young
parrots poked out their long necks, chirping and
.:liailoring for their evening meal. At the second
.:i [-.ping they almost crawled out of the tree, when
S-,. Moro made a sudden grab-and three young
i-.arots had to take supper in our wire cage.
"How in the world did you do it? asked
S Tommy, when the Moro came down.
"I showed you, did n't I?" laughed the
S skipper, otherwise I would charge you a
dollar for a trade-secret. Well, the matter is
this: the old parrots clap their wings when
S they hover about the nest-it 's a sort of din-
Sner-signal; and if you can imitate that, you
Scan rely upon it that the young ones will be
on hand before long. They don't miss a
s meal if they can help it."
When we reached our tent, we found that
the young gavials on the beach had been
joined by several old ones, one of them as.
long as a full-grown alligator.
I should like' to try my harpoon on those
allowss, said our friend of many trades; "their
!iides make first-class boot-leather. There 's a
L. g-full of care secca [dried beef cut into long
rips] in my tent, and I '11 tell you what we can
.:lo if you want to have some fun: throw them a
6'w pieces of it, just enough to tickle them, and
t' we can coax them up here, I will crawl down
,nd see if they need any pepper for supper."
A strip of low willow-bushes at the foot of the
I.luff enabled him to approach the beach unper-
,:eived, and at a preconcerted signal we began to
-tickle" the gavials. It was really a ticklish un-
.ertaking; if they saw us they would take at once
i. the water, and when we dropped the first tidbit
ihom behind a projecting rock, one fellow, who
was munching an old crab-shell, looked rather
surprised at this unexpected contribution to his
banquet. He was an uncomfortable, squint-eyed
old sharper, and before he accepted our present
he walked a few steps back, to get a better view of
the bluff, but the boys lay low; and when the
shower of beef continued to descend, our friend
Gavial seemed at last to accept it as a new fact
in natural history that eatable things were float-
ing in the air as well as on the water. He came




nearer and nearer, and we thought he was going .this our home cried Tommy, when we had spread
to clamber up the bluff, when he suddenly wheeled our blankets at the foot of a majestic bignonia-
and shot down-hill with surprising agility--his tree, with mighty arms stretched over the water.
It would, indeed, have been
an exquisite place for a sum-
mer-house; the bluff over-
looked the entire breadth of
the vast river, and behind us
rose a terrace-land of rocks
and wooded heights-the.
s .rly. eastern slope of the Sierra
Marina, that stretches away
to the head-waters of the
S Orinoco. The current at our
feet murmured strange lulla-
bies,-tales, perhaps, of the
thousand and thousand wild
woods and lovely valleys its
waves had passed on the way
from the distant Andes,-but
through the whispering of
the water we heard now and
then another and still stran-
ger sound-a musical twang,
resembling the slow vibration
: .of a harp-string.
"What can that .be?" I
asked. "It is: like the sing-
ing of a telegraph-wire, but
it must be something else."
"You can hear that at sev-
eral places along this river,"
said the Moro; '" they call
it the castle-bells of the Villa
The Villa India? Where
is that ?"
-1 "Quien sabe [who knows]? "
said the skipper. "It is sup-
..... --- posed to be a hidden city of
the nation that owned this
came. There is a tradition
quick eye had discovered a suspicious movement that the mother of the Inca princes took refuge
in the bush. He was too late, however; before in a village where they let the woods grow all
he reached the beach the Moro was ready for around it, to conceal its whereabouts from the
him, and just when his feet touched the water, Spaniards, and that the inhabitants leave it only
the harpoon went crashing through his scaly hide. in night-time, by a subterranean cave leading to
His violent plunges nearly jerked the line out of the river. In moonlight nights, strange boats and
the skipper's hands, but this time the rope could strange -people are sometimes seen on the.shore."
be hitched--a Spanish willow-tree need not be very Have you ever seen them ?" asked Tommy.
large to resist the pull of the largest cart-horse; "Not I," said the skipper. "I only tell you
and when we came to the rescue, the. Moro had what I heard from the Brazilian sailors; but so
already secured his captive, and coolly proceeded much is sure, that the woods along this river are
to drag hiri up, hand over hand, as an angler thick enough to conceal more than one city; there
would haul in a refractory cat-fish. are: here hundreds of square miles which no white
"What a pity we can' not stay here and make man has ever been able to penetrate. And on the




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Rio Negro it is worse yet, on account of the
"What is that?" asked Tommy.
He means the Indian fig-trees," said I. They
have air-roots hanging down from a height of
fifteen or twenty feet till they grow into the
ground, so that the tree seems to rise from a
"What a pity we must leave this country!"
cried Tommy, again. "We have not
seen half of it yet!"
"Never mind," said I; "we shall
perhaps go to Africa next year, and see
still greater wonders-ostriches, river-
horses, and crocodiles, apes as big and
strong as a man, and camelopards with
legs as long as our boat-mast."
"I should like to go along and see
that country," said Daddy Simon; "but
in the first place I have promised my
wife to be home by next Christmas, and
in the second place I am getting old,
and I might be put to hard shifts if one
of those long-legged leopards should get
after me."
Menito said nothing, but he looked
thoughtful, and after a while took Tom-
my aside for a private consultation; and
then sat down at the other end of the
fire to give his spokesman a chance.
"Do you know what he wants ? whis-
pered Tommy. "He is dying to go
along and see all those things, and he
says he will take the best care of our
pets if you could find him a place in the
Zoological Garden; but he is afraid to
ask you for it."
"I don't know why he should be,"
said I. "Come here, Menito; would you
like to go to France ?"
"Yes, Senor; but-it is such along
way," faltered Menito, and I have
no money hardly. I do not know how
I shall pay my passage."
"Oh, please let him go!" begged
Tommy. "He is going to sell Rough,
he says, and I will give him all my pocket-money."
"No, no, that is all right," I laughed; "we will
keep Rough and Menito, too. But what about
your folks at home? Will they not miss you?"
"Oh, no," said Menito, gayly. "I promised
them to be back before the end of the year, but
my step-mother has laid a big wager that I would
break my word, so I don't want to disappoint her."
The next day the wind turned to the west, our
skipper hoisted every sail, and we had a quick and
pleasant voyage to the end of the river, if that

name can be applied to the lower Amazon. There
were places where the shore on either side faded
entirely out of view, and we seemed to drift on a,
flowing ocean, like the sailors that commit them-
selves to the current of the Gulf-stream. As the
river grew wider, its shores became lower and
lower, till they flattened into mud-banks, fringed
with unbroken thickets, excepting on points where
wild animals had made gaps on their way to drink-


ing-places. We saw tapirs and herds of pecca-
ries, and one day we surprised a troop of capy-
baras, or water-hogs, basking in the sun at the end
of a long sand-bank. Our skipper landed at a
point where the bank joined the shore, and we
had a grand chase; with the aid of another dog
or two we could have captured the whole troop,
but we caught about as many as we had room for-
three old ones and two little pixies, looking very
much like taille:- ia:. Giant-rats, indeed, would
be a more appropriate name than water-hogs,"





for capybaras are a species of rodents, or gnawing
animals, though nearly three feet long and two
high; with pigs they have nothing in common but
the voice-a sort of grunting squeak.
Angling, and spearing fish, were likewise enter-
taining pastimes, but after dark the mosquitoes
were terrible, and we were all glad when.we trans-
ferred our baggage to a coasting-schooner that
carried us to the sea-port of La Guayra. There
we met the agent who had brought our monkeys
and panthers from the Orinoco, and four days after
our arrival all our pets were quartered in the
caboose of the ocean steamer that was to carry us
back to Europe and Marseilles. The bay of La
Guayra is strangely land-locked, the view toward
the sea being almost completely barred by a circle
of mountains, and ships leaving the port seem to
sail on a narrow lake till they reach the Punta
Pefias, or Promontory Point," where the open
sea and the peaks of the West Indian Islands rise
suddenly to view; but this same peculiarity makes
the harbor of La Guayra the safest port of the
Western Atlantic, and for this reason it is a great
resort for sailors and all kinds of people seeking
profit or employment.
Our captain had engaged fifty South American
sailor-boys as coal-heavers for the French navy,
and when our ship weighed her anchor, the rela-

tives and comrades of those poor fellows crowded
around the wharf to bid them good-bye and load
them with farewell presents-baskets full of fruit,
and handkerchiefs embroidered with parrot-feath-
ers, as mementos of their home in the tropics.
Old Daddy, too, insisted on exchanging a Mexi-
can dagger for Menito's little pocket-knife, and
shook hands with us all again and again, not for-
getting the spider-monkeys and Bobtail Billy.
When I offered to take him along and find him
a home in the Zo6logical Garden, he seemed half-
inclined to take me at my word; yet the thought
of his own home in the Mexican sierra finally pre-
vailed, and when our ship fired her farewell gun,
he leaped suddenly down into one of the last mar-
ket-boats and helped the boatman to row as fast as
possible, as though he could not trust himself, and
wanted to get ashore before he could have time to
change his mind.
"A revernos A revernos !-Good-bye till we
meet again!" we heard the people call from the
shore when we approached the Punta Pefias; and
when the sailors on the wharf tossed up their caps,
our officers leaped upon the bulwarks to wave their
hats in reply.
In a few minutes the steamer had passed the
promontory, and only the scream of the sea-gulls
answered our farewell to the American Tropics.




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COME and watch the merry little leaves at play:
Jolly times they 're having this October day.
Down they gently flutter like the flakes of snow;
Chasing one another, flying to and fro.

Don't tell me they 're only driven by the wind;
I am sure they 're doing just as they 've a mind.
See those two go racing swiftly down the street!
Red's ahead, now yellow, which think you will
beat ?
Over in that corner there 's a dancing-class,
See them wildly waltzing o'er the withered grass.
They have lively music, led by Mr. Breeze,
Listen to his whistling up there in the trees.
Some have gone in swimming down in yonder
See that host of bathers diving in the brook.
There a crowd has gathered in an eager talk,
Now they 're widely scattered all along the walk.
So they gayly frolic through the sunny hours,
Careless of the winter with its icy showers;
But the cold is coming, and the snow-drifts deep,
When, their playtime over, quietly they 'll sleep.






An envious Shark, who was passing that way,
And observed that the Dugong seemed blithesome
and gay,
Instead of, as usual, timid and quiet,
With malice aforethought created a riot.
Without the politeness to wait for a pause
In the music, he opened his ponderous jaws,
And, seizing the singer, he shortened his verse
And himself, in a manner that could n't be worse.
A Sword-fish, who witnessed this cruel attack,
Determined the Shark should at once be paid

A QUIET and usually timid Dugong
Burst suddenly forth into amorous song,
And, sitting upright on the tip of his tail,
Extolled the great charms of the royal Sperm Whale.

So he dashed to the fray, and without more ado,
With his sharp-pointed sword, cut the Shark
right in two.
The Whale, who had listened with closely shut eyes,
Awoke from her trance in a state of surprise,
And, not understanding the facts of the case,
With her tail struck the Sword-fish a blow in
the face.

The moral which first would appear to the view
Is, Don't interfere with what don't concern you."
But the Whale also offers a lesson to youth-
Not to hastily act without knowing the truth.



IT was a particularly fascinating kite, to begin
with. It was made of gay Japanese paper, orna-
mented with figures even more grotesque and
charming than usual. A woman, who seemed to
be dressed in a pink-and-yellow meal-bag, with a
red parasol over her head, was blowing soap-

bubbles from a queer, long pipe, while three or
four children-apparently put together after the
fashion of jumping-jacks, and experiencing no diffi-
culty in extending their legs at right angles with
their bodies-were capering, to show their delight,
and five curious animals stood on their heads.




In the distance a pink mountain stood on its head,
and a sky-blue villa, tipsily askew, seemed on the
point of falling into a yellow lake.
Roy was in a hurry to get the kite done, and
he pasted the paper on the frame in a one-sided
fashion, so that the figures were somewhat mixed
up; but it was all right if you only looked at it
rightly, which is the way with a great many things
in this world. Roy thought he should n't mind
that, and he hoped Teddy O'Brien would n't. The
kite was for Teddy. It was "a swap." Teddy
was Irish, but there was not a Yankee in Millville
who could out-whittle him. He had whittled a ves-
sel to which Roy had taken a great fancy, and
which he had agreed to trade for a kite. Teddy
might have made a kite for himself which would
have rivaled any in Millville,-he was hard to
beat at anything,-but he had broken his arm
in the mill where he worked, and was not able
to use it at all as yet. He had been confined to
the house for more than a month, and, as he ex-
pressed it, the hairt was worn out iv him entirely
wid frett'n'." He thought it might be a little
solace to sit in the door-way and fly a kite; for
if Teddy had a weakness it was for kites.
Roy and Teddy were great friends, although
Roy was the only son of the richest man in the
town, the owner of the great mills, where hundreds
of men and women were employed, and thousands
of bales of cotton were turned into cloth, while
Teddy was the oldest of the seven children of the
"Widdy" O'Brien, whose chief worldly possessions
were a poor little shanty, a "pratie" patch, and a
pig. Then, too, Roy had plenty of time for play,
having a tutor who was very indulgent in the mat-
ter of lessons, and almost every amusement that
could be devised, while Teddy worked ten hours a
day in the mill, and had no toys excepting those
of his own make. Teddy was a little condescend-
ing to Roy, sometimes; he knew how to make and
do so many things, while Roy had only things that
came out of stores, and could n't even turn a
somersault without making his head ache. But
Roy never thought of being condescending to
Teddy, because he was rich and Teddy was poor;
by which you will see that Roy was an uncom-
monly good and sensible boy, and Teddy-well,
you will soon know what kind of a boy he was.
Roy was glad that there was one thing that he
could make almost as well as Teddy-doubly glad
that Teddy wanted a kite of his making. He
would willingly have given it to him, but when
Teddy offered the vessel he could not resist it;
besides, Teddy would not have it otherwise; he
"was after do'n' business on the square," he said.
Now it was important that this beautiful kite
should have a proportionately beautiful tail. Roy

was of the opinion that the glory of a kite is its
tail. No newspaper nor old rags might be used in
the making of this kite's tail! He knew how to
get to his sister Emily's store of finery, and she
always had a great many pieces of bright-colored
silk and gauze which would be just the things for
this fine kite. Teddy might not appreciate this
elegance; he was practical and wanted "a good
flier," above everything, but Roy wanted it to be
handsome, for his own credit and satisfaction.
He found one of his sister's bonnets in a band-
box on the top shelf of a closet, and this struck him
as being exactly what he wanted. It was all cov-
ered with bows of fluffy lace, and red satin ribbon,
and it had long strings of lace, which he thought
would make beautiful streamers for the kite.
It's a last summer's bonnet, and I know Emily
don't want the old thing!" he said to himself, as
he took possession; and in a very short space of
time the bonnet, which had been a triumph of the
milliner's art, was degraded to the position of tail
to a kite. I say degraded, but Roy and Teddy
would both say elevated; it all depends upon
whether you consider a beautiful bonnet or a
beautiful kite the more important and useful thing.
It was a very fine kite, and Roy was proud and
happy when he carried it to Teddy's house.
Teddy was sitting on the door-step, with Dan,
his black-and-tan terrier, on one knee, and his
yellow cat, Spitfire, on the other. The two were
on the most amicable terms, although Dan tolerated
no other cat, and Spitfire no other dog. Eight fat
little pigs, every one with a quirk in his tail, bur-
rowed in the dirt near by. A flock of noisy geese
came waddling up from a muddy little pond; a
strutting gobbler paraded around, followed by a
great flock of turkeys, little and big. There were
lordly roosters and matronly hens, with broods of
chickens of all sizes; there was a goat, and a tame
squirrel, and last, but not least, there was a parrot
-a demure-looking parrot, all in drab, save for a
bit of scarlet, like a knot of ribbon, at her throat;
she had a very wise expression of countenance,
and was a very knowing bird.
The Widow O'Brien had a fondness for animals;
but she was not satisfied with her collection. She
was a sensible woman, in the main, yet the more
she had the more she wanted. Now she wanted a
cow. And it was not an unreasonable wish. The
twins, Bartholomew and Rosy, her youngest and
her darlings, were weak and ailing, and goat's
milk did not agree with them; they must have
cow's milk, the doctor said, and that was not easy
to get in Millville unless one owned a cow.
Widow O'Brien at last determined to have a cow,
and she and Teddy, together, had laid up just
twenty-three dollars and sixty-seven cents toward



the purchase when Teddy was brought home from
the mill with his arm broken, and the doctor's bills
swallowed up the savings. So Michael Dolan's
cow, "the beautifulest baste" that the Widow
O'Brien had "iver put the two eyes iv her on,"
which he wished to sell for only fifty dollars, was
as far out of her reach as the cow that jumped
over the moon. And her continual bewailings
had had more to do with wearing the flesh off
Teddy's bones than the pain of his broken arm.
For he felt himself to be the man of the family,
who ought to buy a cow, instead of breaking his
arm, by carelessness, and perhaps thereby causing
the death of Bart and Rosy, who, his mother as-
sured him, were dying for want of cow's milk.
Roy felt sad to see Teddy so pale and thin, but
he thought that the kite could not fail to cheer him.
Roy was a favorite at the Widow O'Brien's.
Dan frisked around his heels, Spitfire arched
her back to be patted and smoothed, the squir-
rel ran up to his shoulder and perched there,
and though the parrot screamed hoarsely, "Be
off wid ye, ye raskill!" it was probably because
no more complimentary conversation was at
her command, the "Widdy" having educated
her with the view of making her a terror to the
neighbors' children, who often deserved the uncom-
plimentary epithet. At all events, Roy always took
it as a friendly greeting on Poll's part, and Poll
was certainly a very friendly creature.
She sailed down from her perch above the door-
way, now, and alighted on Roy's head, regardless
of the squirrel, who seemed to consider it an
infringement upon his rights, and scolded fiercely,
until the kite absorbed his attention. He and Poll
both regarded that with their heads on one side.
Teddy's pale face did brighten a little at sight of
that kite, and especially after he tried it. There
was a good wind, and Roy had provided a very
liberal allowance of string; the kite soared up, up,
till it looked like the tiniest speck against the blue
sky. But there was a cloud up there that was just
the shape of a cow; it reminded Teddy of Michael
Dolan's cow-such a bargain for fifty dollars!-
which they had not the money to buy, and his
heart sank as fast as the kite rose. He racked his
brains for some way to obtain fifty dollars, until he
forgot all about the kite, and Roy, feeling hurt that
Teddy seemed to care so little for it, and was so
silent, soon went home. Then Teddy wound up
the string and let the kite float slowly down.
Fly as high as it might, it could not fly away
with his trouble, he thought. He caught him-
self wishing that Michael Dolan's cow could
be tied to the kite's tail, and carried up and
dropped somewhere on the other side of the hills,
so that his mother would never hear of her again.

And while he was thinking that, his mother came
in at the gate, wiping her eyes on her apron.
Oh, musha, musha! the likes o' that crathur
niver was seen Sure the milk she 's after givin'
do be very dthrop came, and the butter comes
iv itself! It 's prayin' prayers on us somebody
must be-we do be that misfortunit' If ye were
not after breaking' your arm, be your own careless-
ness, we 'd.have the money ag'in' this time, and
Bart and Rosy 'd not be starvin' wid the hunger,
nor meself heart-sick wid longin' for the cow!
Oh, Teddy, it 's all your fault, ye raskill "
Teddy felt like the guiltiest rascal alive. He
would have asked Michael Dolan to trust him for
the cow, if he had not known it would be in vain.
Michael never trusted anybody, and, besides, was
short of money just then. Teddy could think
of no way by which "the mother" could come
into possession of the crathur" which she
coveted, and he felt almost despairing enough to
throw himself into the muddy little goose-pond,
when, as the kite came sailing down, and flut-
tered its streamers in his face, he suddenly caught
sight of something glittering in their folds. He
caught it hastily, but the glitter had disappeared.
Then, feeling the kite-tail carefully, he discovered
a hard substance inside one of the lace bows? which
Roy had fastened on just as it came from the
bonnet. He drew it out. An ear-ring lay in his
hand, set with a stone which caught the light in
myriads of flashing rays, and almost dazzled Ted-
dy's eyes. A diamond! .he was sure, and he
knew that diamonds were valuable.
He clutched it tightly, and his eyes sparkled.
It might be the price of the cow said he to
himself. But he 'd find out, he thought, before
telling his mother what he had found; he would
not raise her hopes only to have them disappointed.
There was a jeweler's store in the next village,
three miles away. Teddy was still weak, but with
such a hope to cheer him he was sure that he could
walk there. He had got as far as the gate when,
suddenly, his conscience raised a remonstrance.
You may think it queer, but Teddy's conscience
spoke with a brogue. It said: "It don't be yours
at all, at all. All the business ye have wid it is to
find out whose is it." Teddy had always been
honest, and he was in the habit of heeding what
his conscience said, but that cow seemed to be the
one temptation that was too strong for him. He
thought of his mother's tears, of Barty and Rosy's
thin and pale little faces, and he started off in the
direction of the jeweler's, as fast as he could go.
His fancy so far outran his footsteps that, before
he came in sight of the village, he had seen
Michael Dolan's fine cow snugly ensconced in
his mother's shed, Barty and Rosy grown as




broad as they were long, and with cheeks as red
as Baldwin apples, like the little Japanese children
on his kite, and his mother, radiant with happi-
ness, showing to all the neighbors great balls of
golden butter, and declaring it to be "the likes
iv the would country butter itself."
It was no wonder that with such bright visions
before his eyes he should have forgotten to listen
to the "still, small voice" within him.
He forgot that he was weak until, as the village
came in sight, and a few rods more would bring
him to the jeweler's shop, he was forced to sit
down and rest. As he sat there a voice came,
whether from the heavens above, or the earth
beneath, Teddy could not tell-a voice which
cried, solemnly: "Go home wid ye! Go home
wid ye I ye thafe iv the wurruld !"
It was one of Poll's remarks, but Teddy thought
the voice much more solemn than Poll's, and what
emphasis there was on the word thafe !" It made
Teddy blush, guiltily, while he looked about to
discover whence the voice came. It could not pos-
sibly, be his conscience that spoke so loud!
It came again-this time muffled and subdued-
but hoarser, more dreadful! "Go home wid ye !
Go home wid ye! ye thafe iv the wurruld! "
"I 'm go'n'! I 'm go'n', whoever ye are !" said
Teddy, getting on to his feet, with his face turned
homeward, though he trembled so that he could
hardly stand. It's a thafe I was m'anin' to be-
the saints forgive me !-but I niver will be, niver!
An' will ye kape quietnow, ye scrache-owl ?" This
latter clause Teddy muttered rather angrily, for his
courage had risen with his resolve to be honest.
Go home wid ye Go home wid ye !" cried
the voice, in answer. This time it was a shrill
cackle, exactly like Poll's, but the offensive word
"thafe" was considerately left out.
Teddy looked up, and down, and all around, and
then he pinched himself to see if he really were
Teddy. That bird bees too knownn, as the
mother bees always sayin'! And Teddy crossed
himself as a protection against witches.
Something pinched his fingers sharply, and,
looking down, he saw, sticking out of his coat-
pocket, Poll's sleek gray head!
Teddy felt a little ashamed that he had been so
frightened, and a little angry with Poll; but, down
deep in his heart, he was more ashamed of what
he had been going to do, and thankful to Poll for
having saved him from it. He scolded her at first,
but he ended by patting her, and Poll cocked her

head first on one side and then on the other, and
if ever a parrot laughed with real enjoyment, Poll
was that parrot!
Although he was so tired, Teddy quickly made
his way to Roy's house. He did not even dare to
think of Michael Dolan's cow, lest he should yield
again to temptation.
He gave the ear-ring to Roy, and told him that
he had found it fastened to the tail of the kite.
Oh, that 's Emily's diamond ear-ring, that she
lost last summer, and made such a fuss about! "
said Roy. "We hunted everywhere, and at last
Papa offered fifty dollars reward for it-they are big
diamonds, and cost an awful lot, and Emily felt
so bad. It must have caught in her bonnet-
strings, and inside the bow, so she never saw it.
Emily will be awful glad, and it 's lucky for you,
Teddy, for I '11 get Papa to give you the fifty dol-
lars right away "
But when Roy's father appeared, Teddy con-
fessed, with shame, how near he had come to steal-
ing the ear-rings, and he would not take the fifty
dollars. Yet, when he was urged, how could he re-
sist? It was just the price of Michael Dolan's cow !
The Widow O'Brien sought far and near for
Teddy, who had never been outside the gate since
he broke his arm, and she wept and wrung her
hands, fearing that her reproaches had driven him
to some desperate deed. She called upon all the
neighbors to witness that there was not the aquil "
of Teddy "for a dacent, honest bye, in North
Ameriky," and that she had kilt him and broken
the hairt iv him entirely wid her impidence." And
she was making preparations to have the muddy
little goose-pond dragged, when Teddy appeared,
driving home in triumph Michael Dolan's cow.
Teddy's bright visions were more than realized.
Bart and Rosy grew so fat that the little "Japs "
on the kite looked actually thin by comparison, and
the butter that his mother made was the wonder
and delight of the whole town. And the satisfac-
tion of the Widow O'Brien was beyond the power
of words to express.
But, after all, Teddy's great and lasting satisfac-
tion seemed to be that he was not a "thafe."
I 'd be glad I did n't stale it if I did n't get the
cow at all, at all! he said to himself, very often.
And he and Poll were greater friends than ever.
The Widow O'Brien says: "This is a quare
wurruld, and ye niver know what '11 happen since
Teddy is after finding' the finest cow in the coun-
thry hangin' to the tail iv a kite "






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THERE is something harder to learn, and more
difficult to put in practice, than taking care of the
sick, and that is, being taken care of when you are
sick yourself. Kind and devoted nurses sometimes
prove to be selfish and exacting invalids.
It will be some years before the younger readers
of ST. NICHOLAS are intrusted with the care of
others; but every number finds many of them
laid aside from "books, and work, and healthful
play," trying their best, let us hope, not to be
impatient patients. No directions can make sick
days short and pleasant; but, as they have to be
borne, every one wants to form those habits which
will make the burden as light as possible to them-
selves and others.
You may as well make up your mind at once
that there is no charm which can make it easy.
There is no royal way to get through measles or
mumps, and even children in palaces must find
sick days drag by slowly. The only way to make
life in a sick-room endurable, is to remember, first
and last, and always, that no amount of grumbling
and complaining can take away pain. The thing
to be done is to lift the burden as cheerfully as you
can, and bear it with patience. Do not imagine
that talking of your troubles will do any good.
Every one who has had experience knows how
hard it is to be ill, and those who are so fortunate
as to have had no such experience will not realize
your sufferings any the more if you describe every
In the first place, always remember that it is not
pleasant nor easy work to take care of sick people,
and if you do the best you can, you will still tax the
strength and patience of your friends very much.
Do not be exacting about little things, and make
as little trouble as you can, and try to be grateful
for everything which is meant as a kindness.
Children are often tempted to be fretful when
they are ill. A petulant "Don't," or "I don't
want that," tires a nurse more than an hour's
watching. Do not expect your friends to take it
for granted that you appreciate the many steps
which they take in your behalf, without any
expression of gratitude from you.
Just think how you would dislike to be called
away from all your usual employment, to occupy
your time in running up and down stairs on errands.
How would you like to read aloud when you wanted
to go out? or leave your own dinner to grow cold
while you carried the salver upstairs, lest the tea and

toast should not be at their best ? I presume you
would be willing to do it, but would n't it be easier
and pleasanter if met by a cordial acknowledg-
ment of your kindness, instead of by a silent acqui-
escence? Let the ready expression of apprecia-
tion of'small favors become the habit of your life,
and then you will not have to make an effort to be
grateful for the services which others render you
when you are ill.
When you feel as Glory McOuirk did, when she
used to say, Lots of good times, and I aint in
'em," remember that you are only taking your
turn out. Nobody goes through life without ill-
ness, and instead of feeling jealous of your friends
who are well and able to enjoy more than you can,
try to be happy in their happiness.
This is very hard, sometimes; but if you can not
feel just as you ought, you can at least keep from
putting your envious thoughts into complaining
words. It is bad enough to be sick, without being
ill-natured, too. Some invalids have learned the
secret of being a help instead of a burden, their
happy, patient ways making the sick-room the
pleasantest place in the home. It was often said
of one of these bright examples, Helen is always
so cheerful that it is impossible to realize, that
there is an invalid in the house."
There is another dear little friend of mine, who
has lain for years in constant pain with spinal dis-
ease, who yet has courage to say, Don't be very
sorry for me, because I have so many things to
make me happy, and I don't mind not being able
to walk, because I have always been ill." She short-
ens the wakeful nights by repeating poetry from
her memory, which she calls her "night library."
How much happier for her and for her friends than
if she spent those tedious hours in thinking of her
own sufferings.
The lesson of instant obedience to rightful
authority ought to be learned when one is well, for
when illness comes, life or death often hangs upon
the habits learned long before.
Perhaps I have done wrong, Doctor," said the
mother of a self-willed daughter, "but Amy was
so unwilling to .take the medicine which you
ordered, that I did not give it to her."
The physician gravely replied: Madam, you
have done very wrong." When the little girl's
death proved his words true, the mother realized
what a dreadful alternative it is to choose between
the two risks, of neglecting a needed remedy, or



putting a sick child into a passion, by enforcing an
obedience to which it is unaccustomed.
Do not allow yourself to think that you are the
only person in the world who does not feel perfectly
comfortable and happy. It is a very bad idea to
try to make yourself the center around which the
whole household must revolve. People fall into
this fault before they know it; so be watchful lest,
when you get well, you find that a crop of selfish
habits has sprung up within you to crowd out the
The tediousness of the time of convalescence
may be alleviated by some simple employment of
the hands, such as cutting out pictures for a scrap-
book, or sorting letters, or re-arranging some of
your small belongings. It is a good time, too, for
a little quiet thinking, only be sure that your
thoughts are not too much about yourself or your

own pleasures. Remember what favors you have
received from different people, and see if you can
not think of something pleasant to do for them in
return. Plan your Christmas presents for your
friends, and make a list of them, to refer to
when you are better, and able to work. It is diffi-
cult to lay down rules for these things, because
tastes differ, and what would amuse one would tire
another. Some people would like to work out
puzzles, or would be entertained by games of soli-
taire. Almost any light employment is better than
listless idleness, or being constantly dependent upon
others for amusement.
It is impossible to go into every detail, but if you
will be careful, the next time you are sick, to see
how little trouble you can make for others, and
how appreciative you can be of their services, these
few hints will not have been given in vain.

(A True History.)


THE adventures of Cocquelicot, which I am
about to relate, are strictly true. Cocquelicot was
an Angora cat, belonging to the children of an
American family, living in Paris. His mother was
a splendid creature in her way. I have never seen
such a puss in America; her fur, dark lead-color,
and silvery white, was very fine and silky, and


must have been several inches long on her breast,
back, and feather-like tail. This distinguished cat,
called Gros Minet," belonged to a French family,

who very kindly gave one of her .kittens to their
young American friends.
The kitten was very handsomely marked in
stripes, like his illustrious mother, "Gros Minet,"
but his fur was not so long and silky. He was a
very saucy, playful kitten in his baby days.
In France, school-girls wear long black aprons,
completely covering the whole dress ; for the first
two months of his life this amusing little rogue
passed much of his time in the large apron-pocket
of one of the American school-girls; his saucy face
and bright eyes peeping curiously out at the little
world about him. Very early in life, while still in
the pocket, he received the name of Cocquelicot,"
an original idea of his young mistress, the name
translated meaning Poppy," the wild red poppy
growing in the wheat-fields of France. The three
syllables, and the grand sound, were the charm of
this name when applied to so small a creature, and
then was he not the flower of kittens ? Very soon,
however, his name was abridged to "Cocque," by
which title, at a later day, he became known in
two hemispheres.
Yes, Cocque became a traveler; dogs follow their
masters over the world, but it is seldom that cats
move about much. In his pleasant home in the
Rue St. Dominique, Cocquelicot led a very happy
life; he grew rapidly, becoming more active and




more saucy every day, to the great delight of his
young friends; and really, partiality aside, his
capers were even more graceful and more clever
than those of other kittens.
He had a charming French manner. He was
much admired by visitors, and some personages
of world-wide reputation amused themselves with
his gambols. He has been known to turn General
Lafayette out of an arm-chair.
To a few friends he did not object, but anything
like a gathering for company he disliked extremely;
on such occasions the guests were no sooner
departed than Maitre Cocquelicot would march
into the center of the room, and stretching himself
out at full length, he would look about, with an
absurdly important expression pervading his whole
person, from the tip of his nose to the end of his
long tail, as much as to say, I resume my rights;
I am once more lord of the manor; 'Etat,-
c'est moi "
Whenever his young friends appeared, dressed
for an evening party, Maitre Cocque would scruti-
nize them in the most critical way, walking around
them, sitting down before them, studying intently
the details of their costume.
"Why have you changed your fur? It was
brown this morning; what is the meaning of this
blue or pink fur, these sashes and ribbons ? I dis-
approve of these proceedings !" he seemed to say.
And his ears were as sharp as his eyes; he could
distinguish sounds which puzzled the rest of the
Three or four years of happy cat-life passed
away, now in gamboling about the house, now in
sleeping on the writing-table of the author of
The Prairie," or, perchance, perched on his
shoulder; now sunning himself in the garden;
listening to the nightingales which peopled that
park-like region, or possibly looking up at the
windows of that illustrious Christian lady, Madame
Swetchine, close at hand.
Then came a change. It was decided that the
American family should return to their own coun-
try. Of course Maitre Cocque was to go with
,them. It was a pleasant summer evening when
the party left Paris, in the ,.' .., for Havre.
But oh, what a night it was! Cocque was in a per-
fect frenzy. He had never been in a carriage before,
and the wheels were no sooner in motion than he
began to dash wildly from one window to the other,
frantic to escape.
Then came the steam-boat trip across the Channel,
a trial even to human beings, in a miserable boat,
pitching among the short waves. Poor Cocque
was desperate; he was utterly terrified by the
motion and the creaking of the engine. When
landed at Southampton, it was little better. Cocque

evidently disapproved of England-the fine coach,
the excellent roads, the handsome horses, were
not at all to his taste.
In London he had a breathing-time. It was.


necessary to watch him very closely, however; we
were told that such a handsome animal would
very probably be stolen if seen outside of the house.
But if Cocque did not walk in the parks, nor see the
Tower and Westminster Abbey, he made some
distinguished acquaintances, among others Mr.
Campbell, author of "The Pleasures of Hope,"
and Mr. Rogers, author of "The Pleasures of
Memory." The children of the American family
were all invited to breakfast with Mr. Rogers, but
there was no invitation for Cocque !
On the first of October he sailed, with his friends,
on the voyage across the ocean-a voyage lasting a
month, as it was made in a sailing-vessel. Many
were the trials and perils of poor Cocque on that
voyage. Sailors hate a cat. The captain cautioned
us to keep close watch over puss, as the supersti-
tion among the old sailors was so strong that he
could not answer for the pet's safety.
If there was a head-wind, the old tars said it was
Cocque's fault. If there was a calm, that French
cat was to blame.
On one occasion the sailors were seated on deck,
during a dead calm, engaged in a sewing-circle,
mending old sails; they sat Turkish-fashion, with



crossed legs, the great heavy sail between them;
for thimbles they had thick pieces of iron strapped
over the palms of

their right-hands, and
their needles were a
sort of giant darning-
needles. Suddenly,
Cocque bounded into
the middle of the sail!
He had escaped from
the cabin. The old
sailors looked daggers
and marline-spikes at

Throw him over-
board to the sharks !"
muttered a grim old
Dane. But before
Cocque could be seiz-
ed he dashed away
again, and ran high
up into the rigging.
There was a regular
chase over the spars
and among the ropes
before he was caught
by a young American
sailor and restored to Z
his friends.
He had several similar escapes.
repeatedly in danger during that

His life was
long month.

came to the author of "The Pilot" one day, and
begged permission to ask a question:
Will Monsieur be so good as to tell me what
we shall see when we come to the end of the world
in America and look over?"
At length the voyage came to an end. Cocque
reached his home in Carroll Place in safety. The
winter passed happily over; but with the summer
came a terrible adventure. His friends were going
to their old village home, in the Otsego Hills. Of
course, Cocque must go with them. The trip to
Albany in the steam-boat was uneventful.
The two days' journey from Albany was to be
made by the turnpike road, in an old-fashioned
stage-coach, called an Exclusive Extra when en-
gaged for a private party. We set out gayly on
a pleasant summer morning, but, alas the wheels
were no sooner in motion, rattling over the Albany
pavement, than Cocque became perfectly wild.
The weather was extremely warm,-every window
had to be left open for air. Cocque made a dash
first at one, then at another; but at last, exhausted,
he fell asleep. The Exclusive Extra soon reached
the Pine Barrens. It was a wooded region, with
scarcely a house in sight. Suddenly, at a turn in
the road, a wild-looking man, not unlike an Italian
beggar, was seen trudging along with a peculiar
gait, his toes much turned in.
"'Sago !" cried the author of "The Pioneers,"
waving his hand to the stranger..
Sago!" replied the dark-faced man on foot.

Perhaps when Cocque dashed up into the rigging "Oneida?" inquired the gentleman.
he was looking out for land, sharing the anxiety Oneida," replied the stranger, in alow, mourn-
of his friend the French servant; that worthy man ful voice.




An Indian! Yes; and this was the first of his
race that the young people had ever seen. Great
was the excitement. But this movement awakened
Cocque. He .again became unmanageable, and
suddenly, by a violent effort, he dashed through
an open window.


There was a general cry. The coach was
stopped. We saw him gather himself up, after the
leap, and rush into the adjoining wood of close
undergrowth. But we searched for him in vain,
calling him in the kindest tone of voice. Not a
trace of him could we discover. Half an hour was
spent in the search. Then, with really sad hearts,
we pursued our journey.
VOL. VIII.-60.

There was no house in sight, to no traveler nor
wood-cutter could we mention Cocque's escape.
But ere long we came to a poor little tavern.
In former times, when the father of the family
was a lad, there
used to be a tav-
ern for every mile
of this road be-
tween Albany and
Lake Otsego.
" Sixty miles, and
sixty taverns," as
he told us. Ca-
nals and railroads
had made great
changes. Only a
few forlorn tav-
erns were still
seen. Stopping ,
at the first one,
the gentleman
wrote a short de- ., :I!I
scription of
fered a reward if
the animal should be restored to its friends.
This was some consolation to the young people,
who could not bear the idea of giving up a pet
that had made part of their life for several years.
The travelers were soon settled in their old vil-
lage home. But there were
no ttdr,;.: ..fCocque. Day
after day, week after week,
passed away, and there
was no news of puss. All
hope of seeing him was
given up.
One day, however, six
weeks later in the sum-
mer, arough-looking coun-
tryman was seen coming
from the gate. to the front
door. He had a bag on
his back.
He came into the hall,
lowered the great bag,
opened it, and-out leaped
Cocque! But so thin, so
changed, so famished, so -'""
wild, that it was piteous ,,\,
to see him. None but his
own family could have
known him. His first feeling, poor thing, was
terror; but how touched we were when we found
that he knew us, remembered his name, allowed
himself to be caressed, and began to lap the milk
we offered him!




Yes, Cocque was restored to us, and became
once more a happy cat.
Never believe, my young friends, that cats love
places, but not persons. Cocque was soon as affec-
tionate as ever, on ground entirely new, but among
his own "relations."
Those six weeks in the Pine Barrens had been
full of peril to him. There had been a report that
a regular wild-cat from the Helderberg was to be

found in those woods, and young men went out
with their guns to hunt him. Cocque had had
many narrow escapes. At last he wandered into a
barn-yard, where the countryman who brought him
to us succeeded in surprising him, and, finding
that this was not really a wild beast, he shrewdly
guessed that it was the large French cat for which
a reward had been offered, and he brought him
forty miles, on his back, in a bag I



The idea of making believe it is true
That if you are good, you 'll be happy, too !
They always are writing it down in books;
I think they might know how silly it looks.

There 's nothing under the sun could be worse
Than to have to be washed and dressed by nurse;
And another thing I perfectly hate,
Is to go to bed exactly at eight.

I'm crazy to cut my hair in a bang,
And frizzle the ends, and let them hang.
All the stylish girls in our school do that,
But they make me wear mine perfectly flat.

A girl in our class, named Matilda Chase,
Has a lovely pink overskirt trimmed with lace,
And, of course, I wanted to have one, too,
But they said I must make my old one do.

I hate to do sums, and I. hate to spell,
And don't like geography very well;
In music they bother about my touch,
i And they make me practice the scales too much.


WELL, I know you'd think it was horrid, too,
If you did the things that they make me do;
And I guess you 'd worry, and whine, and tease,
If you never once could do as you please.

I was reading a splendid book last night,
Called "A Nun's Revenge, or The Hidden Blight,"
And I wanted to read the rest to-day,
But when they saw it, they took it away.

When I 'm grown up, I '11 do as I please,
And then I sha' n't have to worry and tease.
Then I '11 be good and pleasant all day,
For all I want is to have my own way.






MINNIE and Louisa-but who are Minnie and
Louisa? Well, Louisa is a little girl who, with her
parents, made the great journey of many thousand
miles from England to California, some years ago.
As to Minnie, she is Louisa's cousin, with whom
she has lived ever since she completed that won-
derful journey, and they are more like sisters than
cousins now. Minnie is a little Californian; she
never saw snow excepting on the far-off mountain-
tops. Once or twice she has seen ice as thick as a
pane of glass, but she 'd scarcely know what a pair
of skates were, if she saw them, and she has never
even had a "good slide" in her life. Their
home is high on a hill-top, with its grove of dark-
green orange-trees sheltered by the steel-blue
eucalyptus, and surrounded by a forest of red-
woods, oaks, and madronas, while, reaching away
to the boundless west, the Pacific Ocean lies below.
Just now, I will only tell you of a certain advent-
ure the children had in that same great forest.
It was when the orange-leaves were darkest,
when the green corn, and thick-matted grape-
vines, greener still, were almost the only things
that still retained their spring-like color; when all
else was burnt brown and yellow, so that a stranger
would think that such desolation could never again
blossom into life; when even the evergreen forest
looked parched, and all the little plants at the
feet of the great trees were dry and crisp;-in fact,
it was at the very height of the dry season, when
Minnie and Louisa started on a long walk to
their aunt's home. This aunt lived in a little
village deep in the forest, and only to be reached,
from the ranch of Minnie's father, by a very round-
about route, if one followed the highway. But
the girls had often taken the journey before, and
had learned to pick their way by a short cut"
through woods and farms, and up caiions and
over hills, all which their active little feet got over
much sooner than if they had gone by the usual
way, though to older people it would have been
a case of the shortest way 'round being the longest
way home.
They started off early in the day, well supplied
with a nice little luncheon to eat when they should
stop to rest, at a certain spring they knew of, about
half-way on their journey. There had been some
anxiety felt by Minnie's mother about letting them
go by the forest path, or trail, as it was called, be-
cause of the fires that had been raging in the woods
lately. However, as, on the night before, none had

been seen, and on the morning of this day only
a little sluggish smoke was curling up here and
there, and that not in the part of the country they
would traverse, she was re-assured; and since the
message they were to carry was urgent, she let
them go. The girls were in high spirits, as they
always enjoyed this wild walk, and the burst of
welcome from their little cousins was always doubly
cheerful, coming after the day's solitude among the
woods. They laughed at the fear of fires-not
that they had not seen them and learned to dread
them, but just through sheer high spirits which
made it impossible for them to believe that any
trouble was before them that day.
They went gayly along, sometimes pausing to
gather a wild blossom or a feathery fern. The flow-
ers were very rare at that time of year, and they
did not grudge a climb to obtain one if they saw
it peeping out above their heads. So employed,
and chattering all the time as only little girls can
chatter, they did not note how quickly time flew;
but when they reached the spring they were very
hungry, and saw by the sun that it was quite three
o'clock, instead of noon, the hour at which they
should have arrived there. Still, they could get to
their aunt's by sundown, and they were not much
troubled by being a little late, but sat down merrily
to eat their luncheon. They had a little pat of
butter and a roll of bread, with some cold chicken,
and for dessert they had grapes and oranges. Their
dishes were two tin plates and a tin cup, and they
had but one knife, so that I am afraid their fingers
were very useful as forks. They were miles away
from any house, but although neither would have
been there alone for the world, yet, as they were
together, a gayer pair could not have been found.
The great walls of the cation, or gulch, at the
bottom of which they were, rose nearly straight
above them, covered with wild oats and matted,
tangled grasses, beneath the thick undergrowth and
towering trees. Where they sat at the spring there
was a tiny patch of green; all else was dry as the
bed of a kiln. Very hot it was, too, for no breath of
air stirred in that deep trough-the breeze sprang
across above them. They packed up their little
basket, and began to go forward. On each side,
not ten feet from them, the steep wall of the
cafton began to rise, and it seemed to meet the sky.
In front their path made a gradual, rugged ascent,
ending in a steep climb, which would bring them
at last to the plateau above. What I call the path





was nothing but the bed of a winter torrent, dry
enough now, and rough with stones, and limbs,
and great clods of earth.
They had walked on only a short distance when
the bright sunlight was obscured for a moment,
causing Minnie to look up, surprised at a cloud at
that time of year and day. Minnie was a brave
girl, and had lived all her thirteen years among
these hills, but her knees
bent beneath her as she
looked in terror at this
cloud. It was not one
that you have ever seen
the like of, I hope. It
curled lazily upward,
and, where the sun shone
through, it was of a faint,
brownish red. Too well
Minnie knew smoke, not
water, formed that cloud,
and that a great forest-
fire must be raging to
the windward, carrying
certain death to any liv-
ing thing that should be
caught in the cation
where she and Louisa
stood. She shivered for
a moment as though an
icy blast had struck
through the hot air;
then her resolute little
mouth compressed itself
in firm lines, and she
calmly examined the
danger. They were go-
ing north, with the west
on the left hand, and
the east on the right.
On the left she could see
smoke behind them, but
it was very thin and
had come a long way.
Directly to the left it
seemed a little heavier,
but still not from a near
fire; but farther up MINNIE SE
toward the north, she
saw a heavy column rising on the left, and gradu-
ally extending across the very path they were to
Lou," said she, in a low tone, "we must climb
that bank on the right, and go to Mr. Highbate's
Why, Minnie, we can never get up there, and
where is Mr. Highbate's?" said Louisa, looking
first at the great hill, and then at Minnie.


Listen," said Minnie. You must do just
what I say, or we shall both be burned. Do you
see that smoke there to the west? It is fire, and
it will soon be rushing through this narrow cation,
where we can never escape it if we remain. We
must climb out, for the fire is in front of us, and
if we can only get to Mr. Highbate's farm, three
miles east of here, we shall be safe."


"But there can't be much fire over there," said
Louisa, pointing to the left; "look how little
smoke there is."
Minnie shook her head.
That only shows that it is some distance away
yet, and gives us a chance to escape. Come, let
us hurry."
So saying, she led Louisa to the right and began
to climb the steep ascent. They soon had to throw


away their basket and struggle with all their might
to keep a footing and scramble a little higher.
The poison-oak, that at other times they would
not dare to touch, they now seized as eagerly as
they did the hazel-bushes, and they swung them-
selves up by its tenacious branches when they
could. At last, about half-way up, they came to a
ledge of rock cropping out perpendicularly in front
of them, and extending as far as they could see
along the hill-side. To be sure, it was only about
ten feet high, but how were two little girls to climb
that height?
Louisa, weary and despairing, with hands torn
and bleeding, sat down and began to cry.
The smoke thickened behind them.
Minnie glanced fearfully at it, then scrambled
along the bottom of the rock's face, looking closely
in search of some break or irregularity in its sur-
face by which they might scale it. Alas as far
as she could see, it was the same smooth wall,
and she dared not go farther in her search with
that terrible pursuer gaining on her footsteps. She
returned to Louisa's side, almost ready to sit down
beside her and cry as she was doing. Just then
her eye caught a young live-oak, which stretched
its tough little body nearly horizontally over their
heads, firmly rooted above the rock.
"Ah," thought Minnie, "if I could only reach
that tree !"
Then, all her languor changing to sudden energy
as an idea struck her, she cried:
Quick, Louisa! Your apron, your apron !"
Louisa roused herself, and, startled by the tone
of Minnie's voice, at once undid her long apron
without asking any questions. It was a new one,
of which she was rather proud, and reached from
her chin almost to her feet, and had two little
pockets in the skirt. Her tears ceased, and gave
place to amazement and anger, when she saw
'Minnie quickly tear it down the middle, and then
tear each half down again. Before she could
protest at this outrage, lo! Minnie took her own
new apron and used it the same way. Louisa
looked in her cousin's face, and what she saw there
made her keep silence. Minnie quickly knotted
together the ends of the pieces she had made, and
then again looked up at the live-oak. No, her rope
was not long enough, for it must be double. She
took off her dress, and arrayed only in chemise
and petticoat, tore it up also and added the pieces.
She now looked around for a stone, and soon found
one weighing about a pound. Tying this to one
end of her rope, she went a little to one side of
the tree and flung it over its trunk. It fell to
the ground, carrying the rope with it, so now
she had a double rope up the face of the rock.
Minnie had not lived all her life in the woods

to fear climbing now, but still she looked a little
frightened at this rope swaying in the air. How-
ever, she tied the ends to a root, and telling
Louisa not to be afraid, she stood on tiptoe, and
reaching her hands as high as possible, began to
ascend sailor-fashion, hand over hand. She found
the many knots very useful, as they gave resting-
places for her feet as well as kept her hands from
slipping. Still, when she caught the trunk of the
oak, and scrambled astride of it, she had to shut
her eyes and stay quite still for a few seconds, too
exhausted to move a finger. Soon rousing, she
called to Louisa:
"Now, Lou, untie one end of the rope."
When Louisa had done so, Minnie drew the
other end as tight as she could, and taking two or
three turns about the oak, made the rope quite
secure. She thus had a single rope tightly drawn
from top to bottom of the rock, and another hang-
ing loose from the trunk of the oak to the ground
at Louisa's feet.
"Lou," she cried, "tie that loose end round
your body, under the arms. There, that is right;
be sure the knot is secure. Now, take hold of the
other rope and climb as I did, and I will pull you
up as much as I can."
Louisa did not hesitate, but at once did as she
was told; and soon both the children again stood
side by side, joyful, though breathless and ex-
They saw with relief that the hill sloped up more
gently from this point, and found they could make
better progress in their flight. One glance back-
ward showed them the smoke was very dense now
on the far side of the cation, but still there was no
fire to be seen, nor noise of it to be heard. They
pressed on with what speed they could, and soon
found themselves on the edge of the nearly level
plateau, which the gulch they had just left cut like
an immense furrow. Compelled to pause a mo-
ment to gather breath, they looked back to the
west and saw a magnificent sight. The fire had
reached the caion, which on that side was more
abrupt than on the one where they now stood.
The smoke rose lazily, upborne by a slight breeze
which began to blow through the valley, so that
the children could see the shining line of clear fire
reach the edge of the opposite hill and begin to
burn down. Vast trees were blazing from root to
topmost twig, and soon they saw several totter over
and plunge their burning mass down the side of
the cation. They were stopped in their descent,
however, by the thick growths, and lay blazing
and setting all around them in a blaze.
"Oh, Lou, look! Heaven help us !" cried Min-
nie. "The fire will be slow in getting down that
hill, but once at the bottom, it will rush up here.


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Let us run! run if we can not get to a clearing
soon, we shall be burned. Oh, Mother, Mother "
she sobbed.
Then suddenly checking herself, like the brave
girl she was, she added, almost calmly:
I know there is a trail somewhere here leading
to Mr. Highbate's farm, for they used to have pic-
nic parties last summer to the spring where we
lunched. If we could only find that trail "
By this time the girls were a good distance from
the cation, though, with their utmost efforts, they
could not go quickly, having to force their way
through the thick bushes, and being tripped up
every minute by long, tough grasses. Just then,
Minnie stumbled and fell full length, and rolled
over in a sort of long, bare furrow between some
bushes. Almost before she could rise, she cried:
"Oh, thank heaven! Lou, here it is!-the trail!
the trail!"
This narrow, rough path, overarched with trees
and bushes, and full of stumps and broken branches,
seemed to her more beautiful at that moment than
if it had been paved with gold inlaid with precious
stones. Now, indeed, could these little girls, both
practiced woodswomen, feel that they had a chance
to escape the dreadful foe behind them. They did
not mind the roughnesses of the path, and even
when they found some great log fallen across it,
did not take long to climb it. Still, do their best,
they could not go very fast, for they were nearly
worn out, and their very fear weakened them and
retarded their flight.
Suddenly, Minnie stood still to listen, and her
heart beat faster as she heard a dull roar mingled
with a snapping sound. She knew the fire had
reached the near side of the cation, and was gal-
loping up, soon to hiss along the path they were
traveling. Was there no hope? Must she, and the
little orphan cousin in her care, indeed perish
miserably, only a few hours' walk from the home
they had left so happily this morning,-only a few
miles from safe shelter? Yes, was her despairing
thought, they must die,-die a horrible death.
The fire would certainly overtake them before they
could reach Farmer Highbate's, and there was no
clearing nearer. Oh! if she had but a match to
start a fire in front of them, and so make a safe
refuge! In that case, this breeze, which was spur-
ring on their pitiless enemy, would become their
best friend. But no; she knew that neither she
nor Louisa had a match, and already the smoke
from behind was thickening about them in stifling
folds. They tottered on, Louisa crying, and Minnie
with dry eyes and blazing cheeks.
SMinnie had noticed, hardly knowing at the
moment that she did so, a tall, gaunt redwood-
tree, perfectly dead, which stood just where they

had found the trail. Glancing back now, she saw
a great red tongue of flame leap upon it and dart
to its very top. She shuddered, and then like a
flash of lightning, "just like the flame darted on
the dead tree," as she afterward said, a thought
struck through her brain, which made her flushed
cheeks pale, and made her feel sick and faint, for
it promised safety, and her fevered nerves could
hardly bear the new hope.
Lou! Lou !" she cried, in a hoarse, low voice,
"the Family Tree, the Family Tree! The path
to it must be very near here."
She seized Louisa's hand and dragged her on.
A few paces farther, they came to a broad trail,
crossing, almost at right angles, the one they had
hitherto followed. Minnie turned to the left and
followed the new path. This brought her nearer
to the fire, but she flew on, never looking up.
In even a shorter time than she expected, they
reached a little circular opening among the trees,
in the middle of which towered a vast trunk. Its
thick branches did not begin until fifty feet from
the ground, and from that up more than a hun-
dred feet, they were a close mass of green, looking
as though no fire could harm them. The little
opening in which this tree stood was quite clear of
undergrowth, but covered with long grasses, which
would burn like tinder. Still, near its base they
were thin and straggling, having been trampled
down year after year by curious visitors. On the
trunk many names were rudely carved, and visiting-
cards were attached to it with tacks and pins.
What made Minnie draw a long sigh of relief as
she approached this tree? Surely there was no
shelter here from the withering blast, whose heat
she already began to feel. But even Louisa now
began to guess what Minnie hoped, and for a mo-
ment she ceased to sob. They ran around the tree
-the Family Tree-and lo in the eastern side,
farthest from the on-coming fire, there was a large
opening. The children ran through it and found
themselves in a great room with an uneven earthen
floor, inclosed by black walls rising high above,
and gradually narrowing to a point.
Minnie's first care was to close the opening by
which they had entered, by means of some large
pieces of bark that had served the purpose of a
door. There was still some light when that was
done, for a square hole had been made by some
former occupafit for a window in the side, not far
from the door. Minnie would have tried to close
this too, but she saw she could not reach it.
The girls sat down on the floor, too exhausted
even to speak. Minnie knew the story of their
present shelter, and that it obtained its name
from the fact that a poor family had passed a
whole winter within its walls, and had a baby




born to them there. But Louisa must wait for
another time to hear the story, for now they heard
a noise never to be forgotten, and which made
them put their fingers to their ears and sit trem-
bling .with terror.
The fire was on them! With a sweeping roar
and crackle, it rushed past, licking up the long
grass like a sea of oil, and leaping high up the tall
trees. An intolerable light streamed in through
their little window, and the air became almost too
thick and hot to breathe. Minnie held her hand-
kerchief before her face, and breathed through it,
making Louisa do likewise. Soon she removed
it, and fell on her knees and sobbed out a thanks-
giving, for she knew they were safe. The roar of
the sea of flame had passed, and even if the very
tree they were in was blazing, they could escape
now over the burnt ground behind them. But
they needed not to have doubts of their stanch
protector. Its massive sides were unscorched, and
its green branches waved uninjured.
What more is there to tell? It would make my
little tale too long to describe how the children
were kept warm all the chill Californian night by

a great log that slowly charred away, not far from
their tree-house; or to tell what magnificent sights
they saw in the gloom when, all the heavy smoke
having passed, innumerable trees stood burning like
great torches, and logs blazed on the ground like
the camp-fires of a great army. They were too
weary to look at even these proud sights for long,
and wrapped in each other's arms, they slept until
the sun was high the next morning. Enough to
say that they managed to pick their way over the
black ground, and, before noon, reached their
aunt's home, begrimed and ragged. Minnie espe-
cially looked like a witch, in her torn chemise and
red petticoat.
How they were petted, you may guess. How
aunt and uncle and cousins kissed them and cried
over them, and how father and mother soon arrived,
having driven over by the long high-road full of
fear, to learn if their darlings were safe.
In one household, at least, the Family Tree is no
longer known by that name, for Minnie and Louisa
always call it "Our Tree," and think of it with
tender gratitude, remembering the shelter which
its great heart gave them from the fiery storm.

(A Scandinavian Myth.)


IF any of you have read Hawthorne's wonderful
"Tanglewood Tales," or any of the stories of
ancient classical mythology, you will have learned
about the fabled Grecian gods,-Jove, Mars, Nep-
tune, and the rest,-who were said to have lived
on the lofty Mount Olympus. These gods sent
their chosen heroes to fulfill their commands.
Among these heroes you will remember Hercules,
to whom were given the twelve marvelous tasks, or
labors, as they generally are named; Jason, who
sought over sea and land the Golden Fleece; and
Perseus, who cut off the Medusa's head.
Now, I want to tell you, here, something about
the gods of Northern, or Scandinavian mythology,
who were supposed to dwell among the clouds in
their city, Asgard, where was a glorious golden
hall, Valhalla, in which Odin, the All-father, held
high festival; but whither no man might come
excepting the noblest and the bravest.
Besides Odin, the chief, there was Thor, the
Thunderer, and beautiful Baldur, the Sun-god,
with Friga, the Northern Venus, and many others.
These gods were chiefly employed in fighting
against the jituns, or evil giants, who were always

attacking Asgard and trying to injure the Earth,
which the gods loved.
Take your maps, and you will find, in the north
of Europe, a land of lofty mountains and rugged
coasts, of deep fiords, and lakes fed by the melted
snows, and swiftly rolling rivers. It is winter there
during a great part of the year, and is very cold
and gloomy, excepting while the short, bright sum-
mer lasts. This land lies just north of Germany,
and is called Scandinavia, comprising Sweden
and Norway. About nine hundred years ago,
the people of this country believed in those gods
and j6tuns whom I have mentioned. In Denmark,
to the south, and Iceland, at the west, the same
gods were worshiped. As all their myths, or sacred
fables, mean something, and are full of giants and
dwarfs and wonderful enchantments, ever so much
better than "Jack the Giant-Killer," or even
" Cinderella," I think you will find them interesting.
In the south-eastern part of Sweden, and a little
way from the coast of the Gulf of Bothnia, you
will see the ancient town of Upsala. There my
story begins. The hero of the myth is Thor, the
Thunderer, next in power to his father, Odin.




Perhaps you would first like to hear a little about
Thor, from whom we have named one of our week-,
days, Thursday. He was so strong that all the
giants feared him; and when angry, his eyes
flashed lightning under his black brows, while his
voice echoed like thunder. But, like all really
strong, brave people, he was very good-natured
when not offended. Being too tall for horseback,
he always drove in a chariot drawn by goats, from
whose hoofs and eyes lightning darted, while the
wheels of his chariot rumbled in thunder-peals.
When he went out to fight the giants and drive
them back from Asgard, or attack them in their
own dark abodes, he always took three wonderful
things. There was his hammer, Mj6lnir (the
Crusher), so small that it could be put in his
pocket, and no matter how far it was thrown, it
always returned to his hand. With this he is fabled
to have crushed many a giant, and knocked down
his castle-walls. To hold this marvelous hammer
and get fresh strength to hurl it, he had a pair of
gauntlets, while around his waist he wore a girdle,
which redoubled his god-like might.
Thor's home was a curious place-up in Thrud-
vang (the storm-cloud), and his feast-hall was
Bilskirnir (the lightning-flash). His chief enemy
was Hrym (frost), a huge, hoary giant, who drove
over the earth doing great mischief, in a car drawn
by hail-cloud steeds with frozen manes.
And now I will tell you one of the myths about
Thor. There was at Upsala a magnificent temple,
sacred to Odin. Kings and renowned warriors from
all parts came here to worship, and the gods espe-
cially cared for this place. Utgardeloki, king of
the giants, hating Odin and wishing to insult him,
attacked and destroyed this temple, putting out
the sacred altar-fires. When Odin heard this, he
called together in council the twelve gods, his sons.
Full of wrath, they vowed vengeance on the dark
king. Thor, especially, was enraged. He struck
the table with his clenched hand, and even Asgard
rocked under the blow.
When the council was over, without asking leave
of Odin, he harnessed his goats, and called on
Loki to go with him.
Loki, you must know, was a bad spirit belonging
to the giant race ; but as yet the gods did not know
how wicked he was. He was found out at last,
and cast out of heaven.
Although Thor had not said where he was going,
Loki knew very well, and, taunting him, dared him
to go to Utgard, the giants' land. Thor, in very
bad humor, answered shortly, and, swinging his
hammer around, said he did not care a snap for
the biggest giant of them all. Away they drove,
down the Bifrost,-the Rainbow Bridge which joins
heaven and earth,-over mountains and through

rivers, until, as night fell, they reached a peasant's
hut, and there asked a night's lodging.
The family consisted of the peasant himself, his
wife, and two children, Thialfi and Roska, the
son and daughter. They were so poor that there
was nothing in the house for supper. Thor told
the woman to make a fire, and he would furnish
food. While the fire was kindling, he slew his
goats, and stripping off the skins, carefully spread
them before the hearth; and put the flesh in the
pot, bidding the peasant, to be sure and gather
all the bones into the hides again. But Thialfi,
while eating his supper, broke a shin bone of one
of the goats to get at the marrow.
Next morning early, Thor rose, and swung
Mjolnir several times over the skins. Up sprang
the goats, fresh and lively for a start, but one
of them halted on the hind leg. Seeing this,
Thor was terribly angry, and cried out that some
one had broken a bone, and lamed his goat. I
can not describe how terrified the family became
when they saw his eyes flashing with fury, and his
wrinkled brow.
They all fell on their knees and prayed for
mercy. At last, his wrath was appeased, and he
promised to forgive them on condition that he
might have Thialfi and Roska as servants forever.
Leaving the goats and chariot at the cottage,
Thor and his party set off again for Utgard. They
traveled so swiftly that they soon reached the
sea, over which all passed safely, the two children
holding fast to Thor's belt.* Having crossed,
they came to a deep forest, where they wandered
till evening; then, weary and hungry, at last they
spied a queer-looking hut of an extraordinary
shape, having but one room, neither round nor
square, while the entrance took up the whole of
one side. They were too tired to examine very
closely, and having eaten their supper, lay down
to sleep, while Thor kept watch, seated at the door,
with his chin in his hand. He was tired and cross,
and did not once stir nor close his eyes all night.
Toward morning, he heard a rumbling, roar-
ing sound, so loud that nothing mortal could
have produced it. At dawn, out he went to find
the cause, and there lay a huge giant, whose
length covered several acres, fast asleep, and snor-
ing loudly. Thor drew up his belt to the very
last hole, but even then he did not dare to fling
his hammer, although he longed to do so; but this
giant was a little too big even for Thor.
Suddenly the monster gave one deep snore,
then springing up, wide-awake, towered high up
over the trees. Thor, amazed, asked his name, and
whence he came. He answered that he was Skry-
mir, and served Utgardeloki in Giant-land.
"But," said he, I know without asking that

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you are Thor; still, with all your wonderful feats,
you are only a little fellow compared with us.
Why! I could easily stand you on one finger,
hammer and all. But where is my mitten ?"
Stretching out his hand,, he picked up what the
party had taken for a hut, and Thor now saw that

and saying he was too tired to eat, threw them the
wallet, remarking that the rest had better get
supper, as there would be hard traveling and
much to be seen the next day, and they would
need all their strength. Then stretching himself
under the tree, he fell asleep, snoring roundly.

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their night's quarters had been the thumb of the
giant's glove. Skrymir then proposed to join the
others, and that they should put their provisions
together. As they were willing, he at once flung
the wallet over his shoulder, and started off ahead
with great strides to lead the way.
When night came, Skrymir stopped under an
oak, where he proposed that they should sleep,

Thor picked up the sack, and tried to untie it.
The knot looked simple enough, but the more he
pulled, the tighter grew the cords, nor could he
loosen a single loop. He drew up his belt, and
tried to break the strings, but had to give up.
Then, hungry and furious, he started up, and
seizing Mjl6nir in both hands, rushed at Skrymir,
and launched the hammer full in his face.



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The giant half-opened his eyes, rubbed his fore-
head, and asked, in a sleepy voice, if a leaf had
fallen; then, seeing Thor, he questioned if they
had had supper, and were ready for bed.
This made Thor more angry still, but he
thought it better to wait a little before he struck
again. So he lay down at a distance, and watched
until midnight. Then, hearing the giant snoring
hard, he went to him, swung his hammer with all
his might, and struck him right in the skull!
The mallet entered the head clear to the handle,
but Skrymir, waking, only said, drowsily:
Did an acorn drop? Ah, Thor! still up You
had better get some sleep for to-morrow."
Thor went hastily away, but determined to get
another blow at his enemy before morning. While
Skrymir was asleep again, just at dawn, up got
Thor again, and drawing in his belt to the last
hole, swung his hammer round and round, then
dashed it with such might that it was buried, head,
handle, and all, in the giant's temple !
Skrymir sprang up, and rubbing his brow, said:
Are there birds in this tree ? I felt either a
feather or a twig drop. How early you have risen,
Thor! It is time to dress, for Utgard is close by.
I have heard you whispering that I am not little,
but you will find others bigger than I am, there.
Don't boast, for Utgardeloki's courtiers wont bear
much of that, from such insignificant little fellows
as you are. If you don't take this advice, you
had better turn back, which is in fact the best
thing for you to do in any case. My way lies to
those mountains, but there is the road to Utgard,
if you still wish to go there."
Then Skrymir turned from them into the forest.
They had a dismal journey, until at last, at noon,
having found the right track, they reached a great
castle, standing in the midst of a vast plain; it was
of such height that they had to bend their necks
quite back to see over its top. This was Utgard, a
gloomy place enough, surrounded by black rocks,
with yawning chasms, while the land around was
covered with eternal ice and snow.
Before its iron-barred gates huge giants were
keeping watch, with spears, swords, and shields.
They looked scornfully at the travelers, who were
so much smaller than themselves.
The gates not being opened at once, Thor flung
his hammer against them, and, the bolts im-
mediately giving way, the portals flew open, and
they passed into an immense hall, lit by torches,
where a multitude of giants, even bigger than
Skrymir, in complete armor, sat in triple ring
around a lofty throne, whereon sat Utgardeloki.
Thor, not a bit afraid, walked right up and
saluted the king with so bold a look that the
jotun (evil giant) trembled; but wishing in his

turn to terrify the god, he struck thrice on his
shield with his steel mace. At once the hall began
to quake, the roof split, flames burst from the
floor, and thick, suffocating vapor issued from the
rifted walls. Even Thor could hardly keep his
feet, and Utgardeloki jeeringly advised him to go.
But the god, glaring fiercely and furiously,
warned him to cease from enchantments, because,
as Odin's son, he had power to destroy them all.
Utgardeloki, terrified at Thor's wrath, said all this
was only sport, and begged him to make friends at
a feast, after which they should all prove their skill
in such sports as warriors love.
The banquet over, the king asked in what feats
they were best skilled. On this, Loki, always
boastful, challenged them all to eat against him.
Upon a signal from the monarch, up rose Logi,
a giant with long, jagged teeth, eyes like live coals,
and flaming nostrils. So horrible did he look, that
even Thor shuddered to see him.
Loki, however, accepted the trial, and a trough
of meat being placed between them, they ate
ravenously until they met right in the middle.
Then it was found that Loki had only eaten the
flesh, while Logi had devoured meat, bones, and
trough, all together. So Logi had won.
Utgardeloki then asked what the boy could do.
Thialfi replied that he could outrun them all.
The king said, sneeringly, That is a useful art,
for even brave men have found speed serve them
better than fighting." He then called on a supple
little veiled dwarf, named Hugi, and both the con-
testants passed out to the plain. Although Thialfi
pressed him close, after three trials, Hugi, being
declared victor, vanished like a flash.
Then the king said, mockingly, that his guests
did not seem very well skilled even in their own
games; turning to Thor, he asked how he would
prove the powers for which he was celebrated.
In a drinking-match," said Thor.
The giant ordered his cup-bearers to bring in a
horn so long that when set in the hall, one end
remained outside. It seemed very old, and all
around the edge were graven letters. Thor looked
at the length of the horn, but, being very thirsty,
he set it to his lips and took a deep drink. When
he set it down, the liquor was hardly lessened.
Again he tried, and yet again; although the horn
could now be carried without spilling, the amount
within seemed much the same.
"Aha!" said the king, tauntingly, "I see
plainly, Thor, thou art not quite so strong as we
thought thee. But try another feat. We have a
game here for children, consisting merely in lifting
my cat from the ground. I should not have liked
to mention it, had I not found thee so weak.'
As he spoke, a large gray cat, all covered with




scales like a serpent, sprang on the hall floor, and
glared about with fiery eyes.
Thor, advancing, put his hand under the creat-
ure's body, and tried his very best to raise it; but
he only lifted one foot, while the animal, bending
its back, stretched itself higher and higher, till it
touched the very roof of the hall. Thor, enraged,
struck it with all his might, but the cat did not
even wince. Then, turning upon the king, Thor
dared him to wrestle with him.
The giant said he saw no need of anger, as all
was for spot; still, if Thor wished to wrestle, he
would call his old nurse, Elle, to try a fall with him.
A toothless old woman here entered, and spring-
ing on Thor, seized him around the waist.
The more Thor strove, the firmer she stood;
finally, after a violent struggle, the god fell on one
knee. Then the king stopped the game, saying
that as it was growing late, the sports must close,
and the guests had been sufficiently outdone.
After that, feasting was begun again, and the
giants showed much hospitality to Thor and his
companions, whom next morning Utgardeloki
accompanied from the castle, to show them the
road to Asgard. At parting, the king asked how
they had enjoyed themselves, and said:
t Now that you are out of my kingdom, which
you shall never again enter if I can help it, I
will tell you the truth. All that you have seen
has been enchantment. I am Skrymir, who met
you in the forest. By magic I tied the strings

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of your wallet, and when you struck at me, I
placed a great mountain between us. Three deep
glens have been made there by the strokes of
your mallet. In all the contests at Utgard, I
have used illusions also. Logi was Flame, devour-
ing all. Hugi was Thought. What can be so
swift? The horn I set before you was Ocean
itself, with Time's records graven on its shores,
and very greatly have its waters been lessened.
My cat was the great World-serpent (which holds
together the earth); your lifting it shook the uni-
verse. Elle was old age, before whom all must
bow. Do not come again, for I have yet other
illusions, and you can not prevail against me."
Thor, infuriated, exclaimed:
I left Asgard without permission of my father
Odin, and strength is useless without forethought
to guide it, hence have I been conquered. But
Odin's wisdom and Thor's hammer combined shall
yet overcome your jitun might." So saying, he
hurled his hammer, but the giant had disappeared,
and where the city had stood was only a verdant
Scowling and muttering, Thor hastened home
to Thrudvang, not stopping at Asgard on his way.
This myth means that when you wish to accom-
plish anything, you must set about it in a -wise
manner, for, no matter how brave and strong you
may be, if you lack wisdom, you will be sure to
fail, especially if you choose a Loki for your





And finally, all of his journeyings past,
He dropped him- at his own door at last,
And said, with a grin, as he hurried away,
"You '11 not play truant for many a day!"
Tom's eyes !-their size,
From grief and surprise,
My pen can not picture, however it tries.

Now, nothing on earth will tempt him to roam;
He never is seen half a mile from his home.
Take warning all boys, and never, oh, never,
Play truant on any pretext whatsoever;
Lest you, sirs, too,
Whenever you do,
Should chance to meet with the Wandering Jew!

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OME, children, let us go down to
the river and wade until tea-
( time," said Mrs. Pike to the
noisy, restless boy and girl, who
had been trying to play softly,
S but had only succeeded in mak-
ing such a racket that the quietly
disposed boarders in the adjoining
S rooms seemed likely to lose their
afternoon naps. But they soon
congratulated themselves on having
a few undisturbed hours, as Fred
and Grace, so full of life and fun, and tired of stay-
ing in the house, rushed away, glad of the chance
to do what they were not allowed to do, excepting
when older persons were with them.
It did not take them long to get down the hill,
take off shoes and stockings, and step into the
water. And such fun as they had!
They had not been there long, when Mamma
and Cousin Lillie came down, and the long hours
passed quickly enough, while they were skipping
pebbles so beautifully, some going quite to the other

bank; sailing paper-boats and tiny rafts, and wading
far into the deep water after them. Trying to cross
on the slippery stepping-stones was the best fun,
however, for just when balancing themselves most
carefully, down they would go with a splash and a
scream! But little they cared for the wetting, and
soon they would be trying the feat again, amid
shouts of laughter, while Mamma's caution, "Do
be careful, Fred!" was met with the prompt reply:
"Why, Mamma, don't be afraid of this little bit
of water I 'm sure a fellow could n't drown here
if he wanted to." -
All summer these two children, whose home was
in a far-off Southern city, had been living such a
life out-of-doors as until then they never had
dreamed of. On one side of the old-fashioned
double house, away in the distance, were the Green
Mountains, over whose somber tops the sun rose
so rapidly that the children used to say the
shadows were so frightened they could see them
run; on the other side loomed up, in the far blue,
chain after chain of the great Adirondack range,
with lofty peaks stretching heavenward, and re-



splendent with glory when crowned with the last
rays of the setting sun.
At the foot of the hill on which the house was
built, there was a lovely little river that was joined,
just below, by a smooth stream from the back
country, and where they met, the water, after a
great deal of bubbling and splashing, fell over the
steep rocks, some twenty feet down, forming a
pretty cascade. The spray of this little water-fall
arose like a white cloud, and gently sprinkled the
surrounding rocks, where the children loved to
play, although it was not a very safe resort, as the
river was both deep and rapid below the fall.
There was a thickly wooded hill on the other side,
where, when the river was low, and easy to be
crossed, many hours were spent in long tramps
after delicate ferns and rare wild-flowers for Cousin
Lillie's collections. But ferns and flowers were
apt to be forgotten quickly if by chance Fred's
bright eyes espied a squirrel or a woodchuck's
hole at any spot along the way.
One would think these grand times out-of-doors
were enough to make the little ones happy. So
they were, but when the evenings, too, were filled
with pleasure, their cup was quite overflowing.
There were no end of games in the big parlor,
where all joined in the fun. It was such a good
parlor for games,-always room for more, especially
children. One night there was a clematis party for
them, and they were all dressed in white, with the
clematis-vine, in full bloom, draped and festooned
in every imaginable way on them. A very pretty
scene it was. And another night, when the grown-
up folks had a sociable, the children were sent off
to bed, but the music was so enticing that they got
up and dressed themselves and crept down the
back stairs, where, in a cramped-up party, they
watched the fun, expecting, of course, when dis-
covered, to be sent back to bed. But nobody had
the heart to give such a command that evening,
and so the little sinners were taken in among the
merry-makers, and enjoyed the "Virginia reel" as
much as anybody.
There was nothing to mar their pleasure from
week to week, until, one day, an accident hap-
pened which would have brought the greatest
sorrow that can happen to any of us, if it had not
been for dear old ST. NICHOLAS.
Just above the place on the river-bank where
the children most liked to play, ran the main road,
which crossed the river over a pretty stone-bridge.
The rocks were high and steep under the bridge,
and the river, dashing over them, fell into a deep
basin on the lower side, which formed quite a
large pond.
Now this pond was a splendid place to sail a
raft, and on the day I have mentioned, Fred and

Grace had a busy time loading and unloading the
cargoes of stones and sticks. They were becoming
somewhat tired and hungry, and withal a little
impatient, when Grace, in giving the raft a good
start, fell into the water, and when she was pulled
out, Mamma had to take her up to the house, bid-
ding Fred to follow soon. He was getting his
last load of stones along to a good landing-place,
when the raft grounded on a great rock, and after
much exertion he pushed it off into the basin near
the bridge. But in giving the last shove with his
pole he slipped, and without a cry disappeared be-
neath the water !
With a scream of horror, Cousin Lillie, who
had lingered behind to wait for Fred, sprang to
the water's edge, but there was nothing to be
seen, save a few bubbles, circling round and round,
away out in the center of the pond. She called
loudly for help, meanwhile preparing to plunge in
after her little cousin, quite forgetting that she
could not swim.
It seemed ages to the horrified girl before she
saw Fred's head and face slowly rise to the surface.
But then, to her great joy, he turned and, awk-
wardly enough, but surely, came toward her. She
knew that he could not swim a stroke, but nev-
ertheless he managed to keep his head above
water, and soon came near enough for her to lay
hold of his coat-collar. After much trouble, she
finally pulled him out, and helped him over the
slippery, treacherous stones to the grass, where he
sank, exhausted.
Just then, Fred's mother came leisurely over the
hill, to see what had detained the loiterers so
long. One glance brought her hurriedly to the
side of her dripping boy, to hear, with a terrified
heart, of his narrow escape.
Mamma," said Fred that afternoon, after he
had been thoroughly rubbed and tucked up in
bed, I thought of you as I was going down,
down so deep, and how sorry you would feel if
I never came out of that awful hole, and then I
thought of what it said in ST. NICHOLAS about
'treading water,' and I tried to do exactly what
it said to do, and I came right up to the top, and
found that I could move along toward the shore
without letting my head go down under water at
all. But it seemed as if something was pulling
at my feet all the time, and it was awfully hard to
get over to Lillie. If she had n't grabbed me, I
think I 'd have had to go down again, because
I was so tired. I say, Lill, don't cry now! I 'm
all right-don't you see ?-and you were just
splendid! "
Fred was quite a hero for the remainder of the
summer, and he never tired of telling his advent-
ure. Cousin Lillie, too, had her share-of praise,-



x88.] WHAT "ST. NICHOLAS" DID. 959

for Fred never told the story without explaining two or three boys drowned in that very spot
how "she was just coming in after me, and could where Fred went down thirty feet, we felt very
n't swim a stroke, either !" thankful that he escaped their sad fate, and very
When we learned, later, that there had been grateful to dear ST. NICtiOLAS.

[This joyful deliverance is not the only one of its kind due to the admirable article referred to-" A Talk
About Swimming," first printed in ST. NICHOLAS for July, 1877. Authentic accounts of the rescue from
drowning of two other boys by a timely remembrance of directions there given by Dr. Hunt, have been
received; and we most gladly commend the article afresh to our young readers and their parents.-ED.]





Knit, Dorothy, knit,
The sunbeams round thee flit,
So merry the minutes go by, go by,
While fast thy fingers fly, they fly.,
Knit, Dorothy, knit.

Sing, Dorothy, sing,
The birds are on the wing,
'T is betterto singthan to sigh, to sigh,
While fast thy fingers fly, they fly.
Sing, Dorothy, sing.





THERE once was a lad who, I 'm sorry to say,
Had contracted a habit of running away;
His tasks he left undone, his school-he forsook
On every occasion this youngster would "hook
A lad so bad
Nobody e'er had,
And his family all felt exceedingly sad.

But one day, on his travels, he chanced to meet
A very odd man at the end of the street-
A personage yellow and lank and weird,
With a glittering eye and a snow-white beard-
So queer, my dear!
With a look wan and sere,
And clad in a very remarkable gear.

Quoth he, "I 've been waiting for you I How
d' ye do ? "
"Hullo!" cried Tommy, "I don't know you!"
The stranger stared at the lad with a grin,
And answered at once, in a voice rather thin,
"Is it true that you-
Great Hullabaloo!-
Have never yet heard of the Wandering Jew ? "

Tom shivered and quivered, and shook in his
"Don't try to escape," said the man-" It 's no
use !

For now that your wand'ring is fairly begun,
You must come with me for a bit of a run
To Soudan, Yucatan,
And the Sea of Japan,
And the far-away island of great Palawan."

So he gathered him up by the hair of his head,
And over the sea and the land he sped;
All puffing and panting he whizzed and whirled
In a very short time round the whole of the
world ;
To Sooloo, Saccatoo,
And the towering height of Mount Kini Balu

Just stopping a moment (Tom thought it was
luck, too !)
To take one long breath in the town of Timbuctoo,
Then off like a flash went the Wandering Jew
To Khiva and Java, Ceylon and Peru,
Madeira, Sahara,
The town of Bokhara,
The Yang-tse-kiang and the Guadalaxara.

He scorched his skin where the cactus grows,
In the Arctic Circle his toes he froze,
He thawed him out in the Geyser Spring,

And set him to dry on the peaks of Nan-ling;
Then off to Kioff
And the Sea of Azof,
He hurried, just pausing at Otschakoff.





x8i]SLIL OS 6



THE young people's party at the house of Sarah
Dykeman called -for the whole house, and for the
lighting up of the grounds besides. Not only were
the Park boys there, and a fair selection of the
"Wedgwoods,"-there were outsiders; and as for
girls, Miss Offerman's Seminary and Madame Skin-
ner's were well represented.
There was grand fun that evening, and every-
body admitted that Sarah Dykeman's party was the
best entertainment of the kind that ever had been
known in Saltillo; especially when, after ice-cream
and strawberries, came a stroll in the grounds
among the Chinese lanterns, while Mr. Dykeman
let off a lot of rockets and Roman candles.
When Jack Roberts and Otis Burr met the next
morning, they had hardly said ten words about the
party before Charley Ferris came up with : I say,
how are you fellows off for hooks and lines ? Mr.
Hayne says there.'ll be a good chance to catch fish
on Winnegay Lake. I 'm going for tackle."
Before noon the question of buying fishing-tackle,
besides fire-works for Fourth of July, had been
settled by every boy of Mr. Hayne's school. That
was one kind of preparation, but Jeff Carroll was
not the boy to let his friends neglect another and
more important one, for the great day.
"We must get ahead of the canal-bank boys,"
he said, or we sha' n't find a loose box, nor a
barrel, nor a board. Old Captain Singer has
offered me five empty tar-barrels, but he says we
must take them away this very night."
That was enough. There was an old shed,
opening on the alley-way, back of Mr. Wright's
house, that was just the place for storage, and
before ten o'clock, it was nearly half full of all
sorts of combustibles. Nobody seemed to know
where all that stuff had come from, but there were
ten tar-barrels instead of five.
There was yet a question to be settled, however.
The Mayor had given permission for a big public
bonfire in the great square in the middle of the
city, and for another in front of the City Hall, the
evening before the Fourth, and the evening of the
Fourth itself. There would be police around these
to prevent mischief, but orders had been given to
put out any and all other bonfires.
"Did n't the order say something about the
streets ? asked Andy.
VOL. VIII.-61.

"Of course," said Jeff. It said there must be
no bonfires in the streets."
"But we don't want a street. There's the vacant
lot back of the blacksmith's shop."
"The very place!" said Jeff. "Don't say a
word until the fire 's lit."
In consequence of that remark, there was
mystery in the conduct and speech of the Park
boys throughout the following day. Even after
supper, and while the Wedgwood boys and the
canal-bank crowd and a good many others were
giving their best attention to the regular and duly
authorized blazes, not a member of Mr. Hayne's
school was to be seen among them. They even
took their barrels over, one at a time, and worked
so silently that the world beyond the blacksmith's
shop knew nothing about the matter until there had
arisen a huge pile of material in the middle of the
vacant lot. The barrels were set on end in the
center-five at the bottom, three on these, and two
perched on top. Then the empty dry-goods boxes,
boards, broken lumber of every sort and kind,
were carefully piled around the barrels, and the
thing was ready.
We '11 show them," began Charley Ferris, tri-
umphantly; but at that moment a shrill voice
came out of the darkness near them: "Come on,
boys! Here 's lots of stuff, all ready! "
It was a miscellaneous mob of youngsters from
other parts of the city, on a hunt for fuel for the
regular fires.
Keep 'em off, boys," exclaimed Jeff. "All of
you pitch in and keep 'em off for half a minute."
Steady, boys," said Jack Roberts, as if he were
in command of a company of soldiers. "Don't
let them break through." Jeff was squirming in
toward the tar-barrels, lighting a match and a wisp
of paper as he went. Presently he muttered:
That one 's alight. Now another. Two!
That has caught tiptop! Three That will
spread. Now," said he, rising and turning about,
"I 'd like to see them run away with those barrels."
The shout of the outside discoverer had been
promptly answered by his companions, and they
had come racing up with the purpose and expec-
tation of making a big seizure. It was'a great dis-
appointment, therefore, to find their way blocked
by a dozen resolute boys.
"We 're bound to have it, even if we have to
fight for it," exclaimed a nearly full-grown youth,
as he flourished a thick stick; and he was sup-





ported by shouts and cheers in mote tongues than
one. "We want them things," he cried.
You can't have them," said Andy, coolly and
slowly. "This is not public property. I warn you
not to lay a hand on anything here."
"Keep him talking, Andy. It's almost ablaze."
Andy was just the boy for such an emergency,
and by the time he had finished what he had to
say about the law of the matter, the black smoke
rose in a great column above the pile.
Yiz have set it afire Byes, it'll all be burned
oop cried a voice.
At that instant, the gurgling smoke was followed
by a fierce red tongue of flame, and it seemed as
if all the tar-barrels burst into a blaze together.
It was too late to seize them now! Even the
crowd in the public square, nearly half a mile
away, turned to wonder what could have caused
such a glare, and the Mayor sent off a policeman,
on a full run, to see if a house were burning.
Sure an' yiz bate us this time. But it 's a
fine blaze! The honest Irishman .id not con-
ceal his admiration, and the most excited of his
companions was willing to keep his hands off from
such a bonfire as that was becoming. It was a
good deal too hot to steal.
The days of "bonfires have gone by, now, and
it is well that they have, but not often could a finer
one be seen, even then. As long as it lasted, it
was the best and biggest bonfire in Saltillo.

REMEMBER, boys, at daylight," had been the
last injunction of Jack Roberts the night before the
Fourth. "We must give them a sunrise gun."
Daylight comes pretty early at that time of the
year, but there were boys enough on hand at the
appointed hour to help Jack drag the big anvil
from the back door of the smithy to a spot near the
blackened ruins of the bonfire.
The blacksmith was a patriotic old man, and he
had no fear of anybody running away with an anvil
of that size. In fact, it was all the work six boys
wanted to move it a few rods, and set it up in
business as a cannon.
All right, boys," said Charley Ferris; we 're
ready now, whenever the sun is."
"No," replied Jeff. "We must load the anvil.
The sun may get ahead of us if we don't."
He will soon be here," said Jack, as he began
to pour powder into the square hole in the great
block of iron. "Let's give him a good salute."
The wooden plug was ready, and fitted well.
The fuse-hole at one corner was just large enough
to let in the "paper and powder slow-match."

"There goes somebody else's gun!" shouted Otis.
Burr. Stand back, boys. The sun is coming.
Let him know it is the Fourth of July."
Jack touched a match to the fuse, and all hands
retreated a few paces, as if there might be some
danger. There was really next to none, as long as
any care should be used, and it was less than half a
minute before the fire got to the priming. Whether
the sun was just then up or not, he was saluted "
with a report that was a credit to the Fourth of
July, and the boys were delighted.
That is the best anvil I ever saw," said Char-
ley. "Give him another."
"No," said Will; "the next bang is for George
"No; it ought to be for the Stars and Stripes."
"But Andy promised to bring his flag, and he
has n't got here yet. We '11 have to fire for other
things till that comes," said Will.
So George Washington's memory was banged
"Now, boys," said Jeff, "the next is the old
Thirteen States. One for each. They always fire
a salute for them."
"Good," said Jack. "We live in one of them.
We '11 shoot for our State first. Call them off, Jeff.'"
State after State was loudly saluted.
In short, it was plain that as long as the powder
should hold out, the anvil would be kept at work.
upon one kind of salute or other. The list of States
was not exhausted by breakfast-time, for loading
and firing on that plan was slow business. The
racket had fairly begun, however, long before that,
and Saltillo was, for the time being, a dreadfully
unpleasant place to live in. There were other
anvils in other vacant lots, more or less distant,
and there was gunpowder in a hundred other ways.
in steady reverberation. The whole country has,
learned better, nowadays, but the Park boys had
no other idea of the right way of beginning the
Fourth. Very little was done with fire-crackers
until after breakfast, but they came in season then,
and it took until noon to use up the stock on hand.
In the afternoon, there was to be a grand pro-
cession of soldiers and firemen, and all other men
who could find an excuse for turning out in some
kind of uniform, and with a drum and fife, or a
band of music.
There would be speeches, too, and other exer-
cises, at the City Hall, and the boys debated
among themselves whether they ought to go and
hear them. Jack Roberts settled that.
"Hear them? There '11 be such a crowd you
can't get within gunshot of the speakers' stand.
We can see the fire-works this evening, but we 'd
better have a good time by ourselves till then."
It was a hot day, and before long, one boy after




another began to make up his mind that he had
had enough noise for a while, and could wait for the
rest until after sundown. In fact, home was a good
place for any boy, that afternoon, and it was not
easy to find a cool corner, even there. It was
easier to be patient, however, for the boys had
been up since before daylight, and expected to see
some grand fire-works after supper.
It grew dark a little earlier than usual, owing to
the black clouds that promised rain to come, and
the crowd gathered densely in front of the expected
display. The great "Catharine-wheel," which
had cost so much money and was to be such a
gorgeous show, had just been set on fire by the
man who had the care of it, when one of the
neighboring church-bells suddenly broke the silence
with a deep, sonorous alarm of fire.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!"
The word came up the street, from one voice
after another, and more bells began to sound.
"Boys!" exclaimed Joe Martin, as he came
running up to a group of them. "Do you know
what's burning?"
"No. Do you?"
"It's Whiting's big block. It caught from a
rocket that fell on the roof, they say."
Come on, boys!"
Keep together. Perhaps we can do some-
thing," said. Andy Wright, and it was the first
the rest knew of his presence. There was very
little they or anybody else could do toward putting
out that fire, it had got such a good start before
anybody saw it.
There were stores on the lower floor of the Whit-
ing Block, and the fire might not reach these for
some time. Here was a chance for the boys to be
useful. They could help carry out goods, for they
were known, and the men who were driving away
"loafers" and possible thieves were glad of their
services. And how they did work!
"This beats our bonfire," said Jack. Here,
Charley, run with those shawls."
"Jack!" shouted Will, from the inside of a
store, come for these silk goods. A pile of 'em."
Andy Wright and Otis Burr were doing their
best for a hatter. Phil Bruce and three more were
tugging at cases of boots and shoes, and Charley
and Joe were standing guard over a pile of goods
which the rest had carried out of harm's way.
I vas a rifle factory."
"What?" said Will, to a grimy little German
at his elbow, when he had put down a load.
"I vas a rifle factory. De second story. Come
bring dem down vis me."
Boys cried Will, "upstairs a few of you, for
some rifles "
There was help enough, quickly, and nearly all

the moderate stock of the little gunsmith was out
in a twinkling. There was yet a small show-case,
with some pistols and knives in it, and Will and
the gupsmith and Otis Burr had just gone up for it
when a great cry arose from the dense multitude in
the street. The boys had been too much excited
over their work to take much notice of the progress
of the fire, but it had been making terrible head-
way. Catching on the roof, it had first swept
down through the great hall. The story below
that was mainly occupied by lawyers' offices, and
there had been little time to secure books and
papers, hard as a good number of men had tried.
That left the upper part of the great building a
mere shell, and the fire department officers were
beginning to drive the crowd away with the help of
the police, for they feared that some part of the
wall might fall outward. That is the usual way,
but for some reason or other, those upper walls
began to lean inward, and this it was that called
out the great cry from the crowd.
"Come out! Come back!"
Every man out of the building "
Those at work in the stores had plenty of time,
and even the little gunsmith heard before he
reached the top of the stairs, and darted down into
the street. But Will and Otis had already reached
the room.
"What was that, Will?"
Let's look out of the windows and see."
The windows were open, and the moment the
boys appeared at them there was a frantic shout.
Come out! The walls are falling in! Quick!
For your lives!"
They both understood it.
Shall we jump, Will?"
"No. We can go by the awning frames."
These were of iron, set in the wall, and reaching
out over the sidewalk. Not many boys could have
clambered out of those windows and swung along,
hand over hand, upon those slender rods. That
was where their training in Professor Sling's gym-
nasium came into play. It was little more than
their regular exercise on his climbing-ladders and
"peg-and-hole" upright posts. Hardly were the
boys out of the windows before the upper walls fell
in with a crash, and the whole interior of the build-
ing looked like one furnace of fire.
"Steady, boys Steady, now!" It was the voice
of Mr. Hayne himself, and it sounded so cool and
so encouraging that Will and Otis felt as if they
could have swung along on those iron rods for
twice the distance.
Drop, now, and run!"
It was only a few feet to the sidewalk, and they
both alighted in safety, but stray bricks and frag-
ments of wall were beginning to drop outside.




"Brave boys! Brave boys!" remarked Dr.
Whiting, as he seized them by the hand.
Every Park boy was as proud of that as if he had
climbed out of one of those windows himself.

"Mine, too, Mr. Sling."
Greek and Latin would n't have saved 'em."
"That 's a fact. Now, boys, I think you 've
had enough of Fourth of July for once."
There was not one
Sof them but felt as
if he had, and the
: -. remainder of that fire
'was left to burn itself
out for the benefit
.of the firemen, and
-.-. the police, and Dr.
Whiting, and the big
-_, -crowd.


\. i L4 2 THE city of Saltillo
S had quite enough to
talk about for a few
days after that fiery
., j "Fourth of July,"
but the boys of Mr.
Hayne's school were
Sa weary community
S--'- --too weary to talk
.' about anything at all.
.. They seemed to feel
S-as if the world was
S'' ..designed for sleeping
purposes, as far as
I.i:'- (4 i they were concerned;
and even the ride to
p.: Winnegay Lake, the
I. following Tuesday,
,s -%s ....*,--.' /before breakfast, was
a sleepy affair.
./ *II \ They began to
wake up, one by one,
Sr t.--& -i4 at the breakfast-table
': T, M s of the "Winnegay

S ', ae of them felt like rub-
bing their eyes, even
when the course of
events called upon
them to march out
on the old wooden
pier, from which their
nautical experience
was a queer collec-
"It takes our fellows to do that sort of thing," tion of row-boats and sailing craft within a stone's-
said Charley Ferris. throw of that pier, but the center of attraction was
These are my scholars, Mr. Hayne," said Pro- the largest of them all,-the heavy-looking, one-
fessor Sling, as they met in the crowd. masted vessel which was to carry them.





She 's a yacht." "So am I, then !-She 's a
sloop." She 'sa sail-boat." "She'sa tub."
Whatever else she might be, the Arrow" was
like a bow, and the very thing for safety on a lake
that sometimes showed the "roughness" for which
Winnegay had won a reputation.
"Big enough? Gues-so. My name's Buller.
I 'm captain of the 'Arrow,'" said a boatman.
"Are you going with us to-day?" asked Char-
ley of this short-legged, sunburned, straw-hatted
"queer customer," who had been standing at the
head of the pier when they swarmed around him.
Gues-so. Ready when you are."
Mr. Hayne was there, and perhaps that was why
every boy of them succeeded in getting on board
the "Arrow" without a preliminary bath in Win-
negay Lake, for all their sleepiness had suddenly
turned into monkey-like activity.
"Bill," said Captain Buller to the lank young
man who was helping him hoist the mainsail of
the "Arrow,"-"Bill, they 're a queer cargo."
Bill was "the crew," and he swung his head'all
the way around, with: "Them youngsters?"
Some on 'em '11 get overboard,- as sure as you
live," said his superior officer.
S" I've put in the boat-hook. We kin grapple
for 'em," replied the crew.
In there, under the shore, the breeze hardly
made itself felt, but out on the lake the waves were
dancing merrily.
She is moving, boys !" shouted Jack Roberts.
"See that sail fill! "
Fill it did, and the "Arrow" leaned gracefully
enough as she swung to the helm and plowed away
on her course. The middle and after part of the
stout little sloop was open," of course, with seats
all around, and plenty of room, but the present
passengers could use all the free space there was.
White-caps !" shouted Charley Ferris.
At that moment they were passing beyond the
shelter of the land, and the breeze had its first fair
chance at the "Arrow's" mainsail. Down she
leaned, with a sudden pitch, and in a moment she
was dashing through the water at a rate of which
no sensible man would have supposed her capable.
Does n't she walk !" remarked John Derry to
Captain Buller.
"Gues-so. Jest wait," said the captain.
"Fine breeze," said Mr. Hayne to the crew."
Not much. We do git a breeze here, some-
times, though."
The boys had begun to worry around their fish-
ing-tackle, but it looked as if hooks and lines were
of small use, now. Both the captain and the crew
of the "Arrow" said as much, but Jeff Carroll
went on getting out a preposterously long line.
In a minute, Captain Buller said aloud, to him-

self: "Ef that there cracklin' haint fetched along
a squid But he wont ketch nothing. "
At the end of the line was a piece of white bone,
with a strong hook sticking straight out of it. That
was a squid," and it needed no bait when it began
to glance in the rough water astern.
Did you ever use squids out here ?" asked Jeff
of Captain Buller.
"Squids ? Gues-so. Spoon-hooks is worth ten
on 'em. You wont ketch nothing. "
There were eyes enough on that squid, every
time it flashed in the sunlight, and there was no
end of good-natured chaff" thrown at Jeff.
On dashed the "Arrow," sometimes leaning
over until the boys on the lee side could put their
hands into the water, and the spray sprang into
their faces.
"How does the weather look?" asked Mr.
Hayne of Captain Buller. "If the wind goes
down, we may not reach the islands."
"Can't tell. Gues-so. No counting' on sech a
lake as this 'ere. No wind nor water to speak of."
Phil Bruce perceived that the speed of the "Ar-
row" was slackening, and said to Jeff: Haul in
your squid. It drags on the ship."
Not till I get a bite."
You wont get one ---"
"Hey, you there! suddenly shouted Bill, the
crew. "You've struck him. Steady, now. Pull
yer level best or you '11 lose him."
.That shout was like dropping a spark into a pow-
der keg, for the excitement it made among the
boys, who all began to cry out at once:
Jeff 's got a bite "It 's a lake trout! "
"Must be a pike." "Or a big pickerel."
Jeff was pulling, and so was something at the
other end of the line, and now and then, as the
"Arrow" rose on a wave, they could see a bit of
white flash out of the water.
"Let me help," said Jack Roberts.
"No, sir-e-e! I 'll bring in my own fish."
Look out, though, when you git him alongside .
He '11 fight then," said Captain Buller.
The loss of that fish would have been a calamity
to Mr. Hayne's whole school, and their faces showed
it. "Keep back, boys," shouted Andy. "Give
Jeff a fair chance."
It was a hard thing to do, but they did it, and in
a moment more the prize came over the rail.
Gues-so exclaimed Captain Buller. "Ef
that there young sprout haint captured the biggest
pick'rel we 've had out of Winnegay this season! "
The first fish was caught, but that sort of acci-
dent was not likely to happen twice in one day.
It's coming' on a calm, sir," said Captain Bul-
ler to Mr. Hayne, and we 're a mile 'n' a half
from the islands. We '11 kinder drift in onto 'em."



It was deep water all around them, and as the
"Arrow's" motion slackened to almost a state of
rest, the use of squids departed, and the uses of
other "bait" came not. For all that, the rods
and lines, and the lines without rods, kept going
out, till more than two dozen of them were on
the search for "accidents." If some of them had
been long enough to go to the bottom, something
might have happened; but, as it was, even a boy
with a line in each hand stood no chance at all.
They were a patient lot under their difficulties,

At the same moment, Captain Buller was mut-
tering to Mr. Hayne: "Don't say a word to the
youngsters. Bill is a-scullin' of 'em in onto a good
fishin'-ground. They '11 bite, pretty soon."
The motion was slow, but it was carrying the
"Arrow into shallower water, and even her young
passengers were aware that the islands were nearer.
Git the anchor ready, Bill. Stop scullin'.
She '11 drift now. We '11 fetch up agin the p'int."
At that moment something like a yell sounded


and at last Captain Buller remarked: "Bill, do a
leetle easy scullin'. Help her drift in."
Bill shortly began to work an unusually long oar,
over the stern, and the fishermen almost gave up
watching their lines to look at the cluster of islets
toward which the "Arrow" was floating. Still, it
did not seem that they were drawing nearer, for
a while, and the conversation mainly turned upon
variations of the assertion that "there are no fish
in this lake, boys."
Otis Burr changed it a little, at last, by remark-
ing: "It almost looks as if we were heading in
between two of those islands."

"A bite, boys I 've got him! "
Why, Charley, it 's a shiner! "
"Hey, anotherr bite! Pumpkin-seed!"
Boy after boy added his note of triumph.
Shiners, pumpkin-seeds, perch, suckers, bull-
heads, even a few bass and small pickerel, came
rapidly in over the sides of the lazy Arrow."
Mr. Hayne had bargained for that very thing,
and Captain Buller had kept his contract, except-
ing that the very large fish seemed to have "gone
visiting" for the day. The calm and the long,
tiresome waiting were forgotten, and the deck of
the Arrow was lively with flopping fish.




Haul in yer lines, boys All you on the star-
board! Drop the anchor, Bill!" said the captain.
It seemed but half a minute, while the sail was
going down, before the "Arrow was lying motion-
less against a wall of rock just level with her gunwale,
-a perfect natural wharf, on a perfect island shore.
"Lunch-time said Mr. Hayne, and the lines
came in, although the fish bit to the very last.
"They'll all be there when you git back,"
remarked Bill, the crew.
It was worth anybody's while to eat a luncheon,
with a fisherman's appetite, in such a place as that,
and every inch of the ragged and rugged and tree-
grown islet was explored within the next two hours.
Some of the explorers, however, did up that part
of their fun quickly, and returned to the business
of catching fish.
"When do you think we should start for home,
Captain?" asked Mr. Hayne, at last.
Gues-so. I don't edzackly like the looks of the
weather. Ef the youngsters hev had fun enough,
I 'd like to git 'em on board now."
A loud shout could be heard all over that very
stunted island, and the school was easily gathered.
Oddly enough, every one of them was ready to go
to sea at once.
The motion of the "Arrow," when she swung
away from her pier of rock, was slow and drifting,
for the wind was light. The sky was somewhat
hazy, but the air seemed warmer than ever.
More wind coming, Captain?" asked Mr.
Gues-so. Look yonder."
Mr. Hayne looked, and some of the boys looked,
while the "crew" tugged at the halliards and Cap-
tain Buller added: It's a-comin'. Lake squall,
sir. We '11 be ready for it."
Away off upon the water, but rapidly drawing
nearer, was a sort of dark streak, with specks of
white beyond it. That was all, but in five minutes
more the rising waves of Winnegay were lashed to
foam around them, and the "Arrow" was flying
homeward before that squall, with the water dash-
ing over her gunwale at every plunge;
"She 's a stanch boat, boys," said Mr. Hayne,
confidently. There is no occasion for alarm."
Some of them were very glad indeed to hear him
say so; for they had noticed that Bill did not let go
of his rope for a moment, and that Captain Buller
was getting red in the face at the tiller.
Everybody on board, excepting those two men,
knew that there was no danger.
I wish they 'd caught a ton more of fish,"
grumbled Bill. "We aint nigh heavy enough for
sech a squall as this."

"Ease her, Bill. Ease her with the sail. It's
the shiftin'est kind of a blow."
That is where danger comes, with sudden
changes of wind and too little ballast. Not a
drop of rain fell, and the wind blew harder. It was
easy to understand, now, why the "Arrow" had
been made so broad and strong.
On she sped, and not a soul thought of time
until Charley exclaimed: ." There it comes, boys !"
"What's a-coming ?"
Why, the Winnegay House, and the pier."
There they were, with the rough waves rolling
in upon the gravelly beach and dashing with angry
force upon the rickety wood-work.
How shall we ever get ashore? said nearly a
dozen boys at about the same time.
"Gues-so," said Captain Buller. "Wait and
Right past the head of the pier went the
"Arrow," with a row of lengthening faces gazing
over her lee rail, and then, suddenly, the "crew"
let his rope slip rapidly around its pin, the captain
leaned heavily upon the tiller, the boat swung
sharply to the left, as the sail came down, and
glided swiftly into the smooth water on the other
side of the pier.
"Neatly done," said Mr. Hayne. "You see,
boys, there 's nothing like knowing how."
"Do you know," said Otis Burr, to Phil Bruce,
"it tires a fellow to be driven home by a squall."
They were not too weary, nevertheless, to give
three hearty cheers apiece to the "Arrow," to
Captain Buller, and to the crew, the moment they
found themselves once more on solid land.
They did not hear the bluff commander say to
his crew: "They're a good lot, Bill. Gues-so."
The ride home was a grand one, but it was after
sunset when the omnibus and the two carriages
which had brought them were pulled up in front
of Andy Wright's house to discharge their cargo.
When they all had sprung out, Mr. Hayne took
off his hat and said to them: "Now, my young
friends, shake hands all around. I am off for the
sea-shore to-morrow, and you will not see me again
until we come together in the fall."
They were glad he spoke of that, for it made it
easier to say good-bye" now. Mr. Hayne's
hand was well shaken, and he went away with the
light of sixteen smiles oh his face, if such a thing
could be.
As for the boys, the long summer vacation was
all before them, and the very idea had something
so bewildering that they broke up and marched
away to their homes almost in silence.
The whole thing was too good to talk about.




THESE two lit-tle boys lived next door to each oth-er, but there was
a high board fence be-tween the two hou-ses. One day Roy felt ver-y
lone-iv, and, when he looked to-ward.

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to thi t'p t-'p.-1: aL d looked :-xi-r. Thic :
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HOWAD. lad-der, and saw the two lit-tle
boys. Roy was just bid-ding How-ard good-bye, and tell-ing him what
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a pleas-ant vis-it he had had. Sakes a-live!" said the nurse to her-
self. How po-lite these lit-tle fel-lows are! A great a-ny boys, when
they vis-it each oth-er, act just like cats and dogs! "



Pon-to, a so-cia-ble dog, de-
cides to go and see Miss Puss.



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Th \i-i.





HERE, my happy hearers, we enter upon Octo-
ber, as its name implies, though why, I could n't
imagine until the dear Little School-ma'am suddenly
had one of her derivation attacks.
"Don't you know?" she said, "OcTO, eight,;
Octagon, Octahedron, Octopod, Octave, Octandra,
and October, eighth month--"
But it is n't the eighth month," I hinted, deli-
cately. It's the tenth."
"Well, it 's all the same, Jack, dear," said the
Little School-ma'am. "You see, the Romans
made -"
Dear me lease don't tell-me that the Romans
made October. It's not so stale as that. If you
must derive it, why not make it up in this fashion:
Oct, sumac; ober, maple. That would be more
like it. It's a real sumac-and-maple month, Octo-
ber is, made fresh every year!"
"I know, Jack, dear," she coaxed, gently.
"That is in our part of the globe, you see; but
countries and climates differ according to the
Yes, that may be so," I insisted, "but- "
Well, so it went on, till I was in nearly as great a
muddle as some of you are now, my pets. Dear,
dear! How much there is to be learned! I feel
like apologizing to you for it; and yet it really is
not my fault. It's mostly due to derivations, so
far as I can make out. Therefore, turn to your big
unabridged dictionaries, my poor chicks, and peck
away at the O-C-T page.
Meantime, or immediately after, we '11 consider

TALKING of derivations, almost the cleverest one
your Jack ever heard of is the origin of the word
squirrel, which, it appears, comes in a roundabout,
frisky way from the Greek word skiouros (skia,
shade, and ozra, a tail), hence squirrel, a shadow-

tail. Now, I call that good, and descriptive.
Somehow it gives one just the motion of a squirrel,
with his supple little body and his great, bushy,
sudden-vanishing tail. It rather reconciles me to
the Greeks, too, to see how, with all their learning,
they took occasion to notice the ways of these
happy little animals.

AND by the way, the ancient Greeks, with their
skiouros, remind me that' there 's a squirrel-letter
in my pulpit pocket from a little girl. Here it is:
DEAR JACK: I thought I would write and tell you something.
May be you know it already, but some of your hearers may not.
Yesterday I spent the day with mother at a beautiful country-house.
It has a two-story piazza and a great big lawn in front of it. Well,
the lawn is very full of splendid trees, of different kinds, so close
together that some of their branches touch their neighbors' branches,
just as if the trees were shaking hands. Some of them don't touch
at all, though they come pretty near it.
Now this is what I want to tell you: I was up on the upper piazza,
looking into the trees, and there I sawa squirrel! It stood still on a
bough for a minute, and then a bird came and alighted close by, and
off went the squirrel to the end of the branch, and, in a twinkle, he
jumped from there into the branches of another tree, and ran across
that, and so into another tree, and another, till he went nearly all
over that lawn without once going to the ground! Of course, the
trees were near each other; but I noticed that he often had to make
quite a jump. Once or twice he stopped to look around him. I
guess he thought "Where am I now ? What sort of a tree is this ?"
but then he would frisk his tail and be off. I never saw anything so
funny or so nimble as hewas. He was n't a flying-squirrel, either. I
mean he had n't wings. But it did make me wish that I could be
like him, for a little while, and run around in the tops of the cool
green trees.-Your friend, CORA G. H.

DEAR JACK: I have heard of tongues "strung in the middle and
going at both ends," and even of one that seemed to be set "on a
pivot, and going round and round without ceasing." But what
would you say of a tongue that actually points downward or back-
ward, the root being in the front of the mouth, arid the tip pointing
down the throat? Yet of course you know who it is that has a
tongue of this queer kind. Do your chicks know, however? They
may see him on a warm evening, hopping about the field or garden, or
catching flies. And concerning his mode of eating, people say, "he
darts out his long red tongue, and whips the poor flies into his
mouth." But I happen to know that his tongue is not so very long,
after all; and from the way it is attached, it does not need to be so
long as if it were rooted far back in his mouth.-Truly yours,
W. R.
WHEN word came from Stephen B., down in
Connecticut, that he knew of "nine varieties of
hickory-nuts, with twenty-five names shared among
them," your Jack said to himself: "That sounds
surprising; I should n't wonder if Stephen has been
gathering from the encyclopedia a nut for me to
Of course, though, I already was pretty well
acquainted with nuts and nut-trees, to say nothing
of nut-eaters. For instance, it has always glad-
dened my heart to look upon that ragged giant
hickory-" Old Shag-bark," the children of the
Red School-house call him-who lifts his leafy
crown eighty feet above the knoll at the end of my
meadow. And then there is the swamp-hickory,
its graceful column standing seventy feet or more
out of the hollow. His fruits, by the way, have
thin shells, easy for strong little teeth to crack;
but the kernels must tastd bitter to make the little
faces wrinkle up, so queerly. And I have seen pig-
nuts, and heard from my squirrels about the large
Western hickory-nut, with its two-pointed shell.





Yet here comes our knowing friend, Stephen,
telling of five hickories besides!-"the Pecan,
growing chiefly in Texas; the Mocker-nut, with a
wonderfully hard shell; the small-fruited hickory;
the hickory with a nut as large as a good-sized
apple; and the nutmeg-fruited hickory of South
Carolina." And he goes on to say:
The nuts from different kinds of hickory-trees sometimes are so
much alike that it is difficult to call them by their right names. But
most of them, especially the shag-bark, are fine eating. The natu-
ralists call the butternut and walnut-near relatives of the hickory-
by the name 'juglans,' which means 'the nut of Jove'; as much as
*to say, 'this nut is fit for a banquet of the gods.'
My cousin Bob once wrote to me that at his school, in England,
the boys play with the half-shells of walnuts in this way: They push
them against each other, point to point, on a table. The shell that
splits its rival scores one for the victory, and one in addition for each
-of the shells that its beaten adversary had previously cracked. Bob
says he once had a shell with an honest score of 397."
MY friend "Snow Bunting" asks if any of you
youngsters have ever seen a lizard's "gloves" float-
ing on the water of ponds or
,ditches. She says they look very
pretty and have every finger per-
fect, and that even the wrinkles
in the palms are plainly marked.
They are so delicately thin, how-
ever, that if taken out of the
water they fall together in a
shapeless mass; but if dipped up
carefully in some of the water,
they sometimes keep their shape.
The gloves" are really the
old outer skin from the paws of
the newt or water-lizard. He has
several new suits a year, and he
tears off his old coats in shreds, :-:
but the "gloves" come away
whole. There must be numbers
of these cast-off paw-coverings,
but it is not likely that you will
come across them, my dears, ex-
cepting in the deep woods, on the
surfaces of pools and sluggish
OF all my bird-friends, Nut-
hatch is one of the sprightliest
and cheeriest. It is a treat to see
the little fellow run gayly up a
tree, swiftly tap away with his bill '
for a few seconds, and then turn
and run down head-foremost, his round little tail
standing up saucily behind. He also has the queer
habit of sleeping with his head downward, but
whether this gives him bad dreams or not, he never
has told me. I should think it would, especially
after a hearty supper of nuts.
He eats, also, caterpillars, beetles, and insects,
and hoards up his nuts in the holes of trees. Look
out for him, my wood-roaming youngsters, and try
to watch him when he is about to eat a nut from
his store. You will see him carry it in his sharp
bill and set it firmly in some convenient chink;
then he will bore a hole in the shell with his bill

and pick out the sweet kernel, turning his head
from side to side and looking sharply about him.
If he should catch sound or sight of you,-Whip !
-Out would come the nut from the chink, and
away would fly Mr. Nut-hatch, to finish his lunch-
eon in greater privacy.
But I never have heard him sing, nor pipe, nor
even chirrup; whenever I have seen him he has
been too busy to spare time for such frivolity!
And yet his quick ways and gay manner speak
volumes in themselves, and a flash from his bright
eye is as good as a cheering strain of melody.

I 'M informed that you are to be told this month,
my dears, about some curious living lanterns.
And, just in the nick of time, Mr. Beard throws
some more light on the subject, with this picture
of what he calls a "submarine 'fire-fly.'" It

really is a shell-fish, and at the tail-end are two
wing-like pieces which help the creature to make
its way in the water. At the pointed front end of
the shell is a queer little round fleshy bubble,
which, at night, gives out a light so strong that,
even with a lamp shining near to it,-as in the
picture,-its brightness is but little dimmed.
What with butterflies and sea-robins, and fire-
flies and fire-fish, and similar wonders, it does
seem to your Jack that Nature has a queer way
of making inhabitants of the water copy the forms
and actions of land animals. Or perhaps the
land animals are the copyists? Who knows?

[* For a picture of the Nut-hatch, see ST. NICHOLAS for April, x877. Page 268.-ED.]




DEAR BOYS AND GIRLS: ST. NICHOLAS, as many of you know,
has given descriptions of a great number of games and pastimes
during the eight years of its existence-but, much as we girls and
boys have enjoyed these, we do not find them sufficient. We need
more. We have a great deal of play in us," as a bright little girl
once said to me, "but we want to know what to do with it." So
it lately occurred to me to lay the matter before the editors, and this
is what they say:
"If the boys and girls who read ST. NICHOLAS, in all parts of the
world, will send plain descriptions of the games they play,-
especially of such as they believe to be peculiar to their own locali-
ties,-we will print as many of the descriptions as we can, month by
month. No space can be given to games that are universally known
and that already have been fully described in print; unless some
change should be made in them well worthy of notice. Now and
then a simple diagram can be used, to save a long description in
words; but, of course, we can not promise to publish everything that
may be sent in. The games may be for out-doors, for in-doors,
for boys, for girls, for boys and girls together, and for any number
of players, from two to a hundred.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Can any of your readers tell me how to
polish shells ? My sister has some large clam-shells, and she has tried
several ways of polishing them, but none have proved successful.
We think of making a small aquarium, as described in your July
number. Your constant reader,

H.-In ST. NICHOLAS for June, 1878, you will find directions for
making a telephone. Two or three boys have written to us that, in
following the instructions given in that article, they were greatly
helped by good-natured telegraph operators in their neighborhoods.
Perhaps, if you try, you will find yourself equally fortunate.

FRIEND OF MAIE G. H.-In the "Letter-box" for July, 1875,
you will find a good recipe for making skeleton leaves.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: As my father took me on a trip to Niagara
Falls last May, I am much interested in the question asked by
"Snow Bunting" in the August ST. NICHOLAS.
I have read an article on Niagara by Professor Tyndall, ana he
estimates that 35,000 years ago the falls were situated where the
village of Queenston now stands, or about seven miles below their
present position. At that time there was probably but one fall, and
that was twice the height of the falls at the present day.
The cliff over which this immense volume of water fell was com-
posed of strata of limestone; and as time passed on, layer after layer,
was broken off by the action of the water, until Goat Island was
reached. Here the river separated, forming two falls, the Horseshoe
and American.
Professor Tyndall also considers it probable that if Niagara
continues to recede at the rate of a foot a year, itwill reach the upper
end of Goat Island in 5,00o years; and in ix,ooo years the falls will
be of but half the height they are now. I am glad I have seen the
falls before they become so low, and I suppose people who will be
living xx,ooo years hence (if there be any!) can never understand
how beautiful Niagara was in A. D. I881.
The shape of the Horseshoe Fall has entirely changed within the
last twenty years, for a huge mass of rock has fallen from the center
of the cliff, making a right angle instead of a horseshoe. Many
people think this change of form has lessened the beauty of the fall,
but I do not see how it ever could have been more beautiful than

"The games should be clearly and concisely described, with explicit
directions; and each one printed shall be promptly paid for, even
before the publication of the number that contains it. While we
prefer that the young writers should write carefully, we do not expect
great finish of style, nor labored productions. Our object is to
induce the young folks to write to us freely and to tell us of the
games they play, old as well as new,--simply telling us which ones
they believe to be new."

And now, boys and girls, the way is open for you all, to make a
complete and friendly exchange of games and various forins of frolic.
The children of the Red School-house will be able to help, I hope;
and every grown-up boy and girl, who remembers some good
pastime of former days, must be sure to let us know all about it. I
shall be glad to hear what games you like best of those you describe,
and also which you enjoy most of the fresh ones learned through
this new plan; and, if any amusing incident happens in the course
of your fun, jot that down, too.
So, To WORK is the word. Write on but one side of the paper,
give your full post-office address, and send the letters to
Yours, in both work and play,
In care of The Century Co., 743 Broadway, New York.

when I first saw it, on a perfectly clear afternoon in May. We
stayed a week at Niagara, and as the moon was full I hoped to see
the lunar bow, but I. ....,11 .. r is it was only visible about twelve
o'clock at night. '-i i.. so delighted with the moonlight
on the Rapids that I forgot my disappointment about the lunar
C. L. D. sends a letter on the same interesting subject.


THE picture on page 959 of the present number shows you an,
interesting scene, familiar enough in any of our large cities: The
great church is filled with spectators -friends of the happy pair who
are about to be wedded; the bridal carriages have just driven up to.
the curb-stone; and the bride and bridesmaids are passing beneath
the canvas canopy up the steps of the church. The bride hears the
first swelling notes of the great organ, and she feels that all the peo-
ple within the building are looking impatiently for her appearance,.
but is quite unconscious that at this very moment she is the admi-
ration of a small crowd of uninvited lookers-on-barefooted boys.
and girls, who are eagerly peering through the canopy.
In New York, an awning such as this at a church-door is quickly
espied by the sharp eyes of street boys and girls; and a fine wedding,
with its bustle, its swiftly rolling carriages, and its cheerful crowds in,
gay attire, is as great an event to them as 'to many of the invited
guests. In their eagerness, they even put their heads down beneath
the folds of the canvas, much as they would if it were a circus-tent.
And, if to see the bridal party be the great event of a wedding, we
are not sure that these uninvited little waifs do not often have the-
best of it. Their stolen glimpse through the canopy is no doubt a,
nearer and better view than can be obtained by many of the honored.
friends within, who have to stare across the crowded pews.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Papa tells me stories that his friends tell
while in his office. I like to hear them, and may be some of the
readers of the ST. NICHOLAS would, too. Here is one:
"I was rowing through the Sounds one day, when, looking toward
one of the clam-flats, I saw a strange object some distance ahead of"




me; rowing cautiously up to it, I found it to be a blue heron,-a
large bird with long neck and legs. It can reach its head up as high
as a man. These birds frequent our Sounds during the warm sum-
mer months. Mr. Heron had been looking forhis dinner, and had got
himself into trouble. A large clam had opened its mouth wide to

get the fresh air. Mr. Heron soon discovered it, and thought it
would make him a nice dinner. So, without asking if it was agree-

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a prisoner.
"The bird tried all sorts of ways to get clear, twisting his long
neck in knots and pulling hard; but it was of no use. Heron soon
became tired out, and, as the tide was rising over the flats, I expect
b. i..r t is a lost heron.
i -'i..-: i i-.., out of his trouble by rowing up to him and break-
ing the clam, thus setting him free from his unpleasant situation. As
soon as he found himself at liberty he tried to fly, but he was too
tired. Looking at me, he nodded his head two or three times, as
though in gratitude for my services; and then he walked slowly
away to the shore."-Good-bye, LONNIE WARE (II years).

GEACIA DEcKER.-Holland is an independent kingdom, and
William III. is its present ruler.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I should like to write to those particularly
interested in the "Letter-box" about a natural curiosity in our city,
New Haven, Connecticut,-consisti'.: i 1- .. 1 ... t.. -.. -:.
in a garden on W ater street. One '. t -Ir r.. I-: ..-- I .
one year, and the other half the season following, alternately. Ifany
one can account for this freak of nature, I should be pleased to know
the explanation.-Truly, your interested friend,
LILLIAN A. PECK (x3 years).

WE commend to all our'readers the good advice which is given
this month in the paper on How to be taken care of," and we are
glad to add to it here a few words by the same author which may
well be read in connection with the article:


G.tZ- 3.N




There is a very curious disease in some parts of the country which
has no name in the medical books, but with which some young
people are frequently afflicted. I do not know just what to call it,
but it seems to be closely related to Sunday headache." Perhaps
it might be named "Going-to-school Debility." It has some very
peculiar characteristics. It is never known to occur on Saturday,
nor in vacation, unless some very unpleasant duty is on hand. The
first symptom is a very grave expression of countenance, and a
solemn remark about "feeling miserable," usually followed up by
"I really do not feel able to go to school this mormng." About the
middle of the forenoon a marked change for the better usually takes
place, unless school has two sessions, in which case no improve-
ment appears until afternoon. The appetite is good, especially for
any little dainties which may be offered. The patient is often able
to read, or to hear others read, .r. ..',.:.. ;.-. story, or perhaps to
work a little on some pleasant I:.... .I, I..., the bare suggestion
of any more arduous employment is almost certain to produce a
I should like to mention privately to the mothers of these afflicted
ones, that going to bed in a dark room, and a strict diet of water-
gruel, has been known to produce a complete cure in a short time.
Seriously, my young friends, this may be the beginning of some-
thing which can grow into frightful proportions. Almost every
physician can tell you that persons have carried on a long system
of deception, until at last they have deceived themselves as well as
their friends. These unfortunates begin at first by making the mostof
all their little aches and pains, and from that go on to pretending
that they are worse than they really are, because they like the atten-
tion and sympathy which an invalid receives, until they are ashamed
to take back anything which they have said, and, at last, sometimes
they really produce in themselves that which was at first only imagi-
nary. If you find that you have formed even the small beginnings of
this habit; try to think as little as possible about your own feelings,
and turn your attention to the real trials of other people.

TRANSLATIONS of the illustrated French piece, Le Marchand de
Coco," printed in the July number, have been received from all parts
of the United States, from Canada, from Great Britain, and even
from France. We here print that translation which, all things con-
sidered, seems to us to be the best:

MY dear little friends, do you know what is this young man so
oddly equipped? He is a vender of liquorice-water, that delicious
drink made ofliquorice-root ground up in iced water. In Paris, one sees
them everywhere, these venders, with the fine silvered bouquet of their
fountains gleaming like an oriflamb above their heads. They walk
about in the Champs Elysees, in the garden of the Tuileries, in the
streets, everywhere where children are to be found, or even older
persons, for thirst comes to everybody; and when it is very warm
[weather], they make famous receipts. One hears them ..- :. : .;rt.
their penetrating voice: la fraiche/" [" Cold drink!'
understood.] "Who 'llI drink! Here's good liquorice-water! Treat
yourselves, ladies-treat yourselves!" And, after these deafening
appeals to customers, they ring the silvered bell which they cany in
the left-hand. This ringing makes the fortune of the dealer in
liquorice-water; it makes so much noise that one must needs pay
attention to it, and this : -1 t 1 -. 1-. Besides,
the fountain is so fine, I .i I .r n i.. :. .the crimson
velvet which enwraps the cylinders is heightened by the coppered
rims, and by the bouquet glistening in the sun. This makes the
whole affair visible from afar to the thirsty. Then, too, it costs only
one cent a glass!
One of the braces which hold the fountain on the vender's back is
pierced with holes, on the breast, to receive the goblets in which he
serves his stock-in-trade. Everything in the outfit glistens, the gob-
lets are silvered as well as the bell, and the bouquet and the two
faucets that pass under the left arm, one of which gives liquorice-
water, and the. l-.. -r ,,,-, :i-. ri. .. 1.- .i. He uses a comer
of his linen apr .. .I.- i.... t. I .."'i.'. -....I leanness, for wiping
his glasses. And still this apron is never soiled; one sees in it always
the folds made by the laundress's iron. Our vender of liquorice-
water in the engraving is shod with large peasant's-sabots, but this
part of the costume is not strictly the rule, as all the rest is.
In former times a fine plumed helmet covered the head of the fount-
ain-carrier, but nowadays a plain workman's-cap takes its place.
Who would not be a vender of liquorice-water? What a fine
occupation To always walk about in the sunshine, and cry, in the
hearing of thirsty little children: "A la fraiche ["Cold drink!"
"boisson" understood.] Who wants to drink?" L. G. STONE.

FROM CANADA: Katie C. Thomson. FROM ENGLAND: Helen
Rheam- Ellen Watson-Edith Lang- Agnes Eliza Jacomb-Hood-
Susan Elizabeth Murray-Caroline Deighton. FROM IRELAND:


Anthony Peter Paul Murphy. FROM SCOTLAND: Leigh Hunter
Nixon. FROn FRANCE: Julia Appleton Fuller-Dycie Warden-
Lester Bradner, Jr.-Daisy Hodge.
FROM THE UNITED STATES: L. G. Stone-Chas. D. Rhodes-
Isabel Houghton Smith- Camille P. Giraud-Helen M. Drennan-
Anna F. Burnett- Lina Beatrice Post- Carrie Lou Carter- E. H.
Blanton--A. H. W.--Ellen A. Slidell- Robert B. Cone--Fannie
E. Kachline- Susie A. Kachline- Gertrude Colles- Rosalie Carroll
-Bessie L. Cary-Arthur A. Moon-John Wright Wroth-Alice
T. Cole-Cornelia Bell-Nellie E. Haines-Mattie W.
Packard-H. G. Tombler, Jr.-Arabella Ward- Frederic
Tudor, Jr.-Daniel T. Killeen-Pauline Cooper-Ade-
laide Cole- Mary Grey- Lucy Eleanor Wollaston- Lu-
nette E. Lamprey--Josephine Barnard Mitchell-Edna
Moffett-Harriet B. Sternfeld-Agnes Garrison-Clara
Reed Anthony--Susie Andrews Rice-Effie Hart Hat-
tie H. Parsons-Mary Chase-M. N. Lamb-Marie
Tudor-Jessie Claire McDonald-Annie Lapham-Walter
B. Clark-Lizzie J. Stewart- Annie Armstrong William-
son- Mary M. Wilkins-Alice Austen-Addah Gerdes-
Harriet Duane Oxholm- Edith King Latham-Alice Brad-
bury- Frances Pepper- Kittie S. Davis- Metta Victor
-Julia G. "Pleasants-Gertrude H. Carlton-Nellie C.
Chase-Laura A. Jones-Daisey Studley-Tillie Blu-
menthal- Henrietta Marie-Blanche Hartog-Mary H.
Hays--Edrie Allen Hull-Joseph B. Bourne-Laura D.
Sprague--Virginia Eliza Thompson--Mary June Wood-
ward-Edith Merriam-Fannie Mignonne Woodworth-
Lucy A. Putnam- Bessie Daniels- Gertrude A. Miles-
T. Newbold Morris-Eugenie M. Jelicoeur-Ella W.
Bray-Anna Belfield Smith-Annie Rothery-Lizzie Loyd
- Fannie Blandy Lewes- Bessie Danforth- Margaret
Lewis Morgan-Mollie Weston--Annie H. Mills-Annie
G. Rathburn-Mary Woolson- M. Eva Cleaveland- Ida Coon
Evans- Grace Minugh Whittemore--Robert Thomas Palmer-
Jeannie Ursula Dufree--Jessie Rogers-Anna Perkins Slade-
Mathilde Weil-Jacob H. G. Lazelle-Kate Colt--Cornelia Mc-
Kay-A. Thebault Rivailles-Anna B. Thomas-Will P. Hum-


IN response to repeated requests, we shall publish, in connection
with our A. A. reports, a few addresses of those who may have
specimens for exchange. Let it be understood, however, that such
requests for exchanges can not appear in print earlier than two or
three months after they are sent in. If, for instance, any one wishes
to exchange drawings of snow-crystals for specimens of wood, the
request should be sent us about three months before the time for
snow, that it may appear in the magazine at the proper season.
It is necessary to remind you that in every case you must write
your full address very plainly, both when you write to us and when
you communicate with one another.
This is a good time to say that I have been extremely pleased by
the general excellence of the hundreds of letters which have been
sent me by the boys and girls of the A. A. They are, as a rule, well
written, carefully spelled and punctuated, and accurately addressed.
Of the whole number, only one, I believe, has come without an
inclosed address, and few, especially of late, without the inclosed
envelope and stamp for reply. This speaks well for our members,
and letters thus carefully composed and written are among the best
results of our society work. To write a good letter is no small
Some time .ago, several of you suggested a badge, and a mention
of it was made in ST. NICHOLAs, with the request that each member
would express his or her opinion of it; and offer suggestions for a
But responses have been received from so few,-only half a dozen
-that it seems that most of us do not feel any need of such a mark
of distinction, and nothing more will be done about it at present,
unless a decided and general desire should be shown for it in the
course of the next month or two.
Among the best of the designs hitherto received are a fern-leaf, a
butterfly, and a simple monogram in gold.
There is a wish in some quarters for a general meeting of repre-.
sentatives of the Association, to be held in some central place. This
suggestion came too late to be considered this year, but it may be
well to bear it in mind against the coming summer. It does not
seem very practicable as I look at it now,-for our members are so
young and so widely scattered,-but it might be that enough repre-

phreys, Jr.-Nathalie D. Clough-Adelaide C. Hearne-Lucy S.
Conant- Carrie R. Prentis- M ary Young Shearer- Vio F. Kinney
-Ada E. Tapley-Mary Blanchard Hobart-Mary B. Gallaher
--Henry Champlin White-Aurelia Harwood-Lizzie Newland
Hasbrouck- Carrie A. Maynard-- Minnie A. J. Mclntyre- Carita
T. Clark- Julia R. Collins- Mary M. Brownson--Julia Latimer-
Dora Schmid- Maude Peebles- Marie L. Cheesman- Maude W.
Mallory- Annie Grozelier.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I think some of the little
f- readers of the Letter-box" would like to know how



.- --- f --.



to cut an apple so that they can see the shape of the apple-blossom.
This may not be new to some of them. Take a nice and sound apple
and peel it all around.; then cut it through the core, like Figure No.
I, in thin slices, and by holding to the light one of the slices from near
the middle it will show as in Figure No. 2.-Yours truly, F. L. B.

sentatives from various Chapters could meet during the summer to
give an additional impetus to the progress of the society.
The motion for such a general meeting comes from a Baltimore
Chapter (I cannot give the name of the mover, as fam writing on a
mountain-top many miles away from my letter-file), and if there are
any to second the motion, it can do no harm to hear from them.
We are spending some days in a tent on the side of Greylock
(sometimes called Saddle-back), the highest mountain in Massa-
chusetts, and it may interest our ornithological friends to know that
the somewhat rare nests of the snow-bird are very plenty here. The
nests are built on the ground among the grass. The eggs are light
and spotted with brown. They are much like those of the ordinary
ground-sparrow. The snow-birds themselves are very interesting.
Early in the morning they visit us, before we rise from our hemlock
bed. Peering curiously at our tent, they whir and flutter about for a
time, the two white feathers in their saucy tails gleaming among the
evergreens, until, gradually growing bolder, they alight on the very
canvas, and scramble up its steep white sides. Some of them came
yesterday morning entirely into the tent, and one little fellow actually
hopped on my shoulders as I lay pretending sleep.
Some weeks ago, the Appalachian Club of Boston visited Greylock
and climbed to its summit, and during the ascent the botanists of the
party seemed specially attracted by the ferns, which grew on every
hand. Since then, a young lady of Williamstown has found here
twenty-seven different species of Filices, including the large A si-
diutm spinulosum, and the tiny Aspleniutm Trichomanes. I-as any
one found more kinds on a single hill ?
Itis now a year since the ST. NICHOLAS branch of the Agassiz
Association was formed. During that timewe have enrolled over
twelve hundred members, and made a fair beginning in studying the
more common natural objects. We hope before long to adopt a
more systematic plan of work than was possible during the period
of our organization.
To this end we desire to receive a full report from each Chapter, of
its present condition, and its future prospects and plans.
We hope that all our members will form the habit of taking
careful notes of whatever of interest they see, and we shall be glad to
print from time to time such of these notes as may be sent us, if they
are well done.
HARL.AN H. BALLARD, Lenox Academy, Lenox, Mass.




FROM what poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes is the following
stanza taken ?

Oyu arhe atth ybo ginghlau? Uoy hitkn eh's lal unf;
Tub teh gansle haugl oto ta het odgo eh ash need;
Het rinelchd gaulh oldu sa yhet rotop ot shi Ical,
Nad teh ropo nma htta skown mih ughlas seldtou fo lal!

THE initials spell the name of a fine city of Europe; the finals
name the river oh which it is located.
CROSS-WORDS: A mountain of Greece, supposed to be sacred to
Apollo and the Muses. 2. A river of Northern Italy, the valley
of which has been rendered memorable by the wars of Bonaparte.
3. A city of Italy, on the Adriatic. 4. The name of a tropical ocean.
5. A city of Spain noted for its fruit. CICELY.

THIS differs from the ordinary cross-word enigma, by requiring
two answers instead of one. The first letter of each answer is "in
heather, not in lea," the second "in ballad, not in glee," and so on,
until the two words have been spelled. The answers to this enigma are
two compound words-the first signifying the feast given when the
grain has been gathered in; the second, a name given to a heavenly
body in the early fall.

In heather, not in lea:
In ballad, not in glee;
In sorrow, not in pain;
In vivid, not in plain;
In Ellen, not in Nan;
In Susan, not in Fan;
In tempest, not in cloud;
In humble, not in proud;
In common, not in rare;
In sermon, not in prayer;
In Enos, not in Paul.
Both, you '1 find, come in the fall.

F. S. F.

I. IN sweeping. 2. The color of an oppressed race. 3. Erects.
4. The common name for earth-nuts. 5. The first part of the name
of a large London theater. 6. An inclosure. 7. In dusting.
C. A. B.

I. CONCEALs Existing only in imagination. 3. The space
between two mouths of a river. 4. Consumed. 5. A slope.
II. i. To bite repeatedly. 2. A fugitive, mentioned in the Bible,
who was lost in the desert of Beersheba. 3. A kind of quartz. 4.
Equals. 5. To squeeze. c. A. B. AND PLUTO."

MY first is in town, but not in city;
My second in bright, but not in witty;
My third is in fagot, but not in bundle;
My fourth is in carry, but not in trundle;
My fifth is in tam, but not in lake;
My sixth is in give, but not in take;
My seventh in flavor, but not in taste;
My eighth is in lavish, but not in waste;
My ninth is in cent, but not in dime;
My tenth is in ode, but not in rhyme;
My eleventh in horse, but not in hound;
My twelfth is in roar, but not in sound:
My whole tries oft a penny to earn,
And succeeds because of his musical turn.
H. G.
I AM composed of forty-seven letters, and am a quotation from
Tennyson's poem, "In Memoriam."
My 31-36-44-12-36-25-38-20 is having a pleasant odor. My 24-
9-x6 is to observe narrowly. My 34-30-15-I-39-10-37-6 is a spiral

motion. My 26-46-14 is recompense. My 13-28-43-x9 is caution.
My 47-40-32-1r-35 is to glitter. My 23-46-5-4-33-41-29-17-3-27-
45-22 is lucrative. My 21-8-2-42 is to pull with force. My 7-37-
x-i8 is to lend. CICELY.
CUT off my head, and I 'm a rolling ball;
Curtail me, and, unseen, I 'm felt by all;
Once more curtail me, and a sense you 'll find;
Behead me, and its organ comes to mind.
I 'm neither man nor beast, nor bird, nor gnome;
But dwell in many a comfortable home;
And there, when fading day turns into night,
My whole will best appear in ruddy light.

PLACE a piece of thin paper carefully over the above design, and,
with a hard, sharp pencil, trace every line; then cut out the seven
pieces, and fit them together so that they will form a perfect square
measuring two inches on every side. c. s. F.

CENTRALS: A pinafore. AcRoss: i. A vagrant. 2. To imitate.
3. In pinafore. 4. A large fish. 5. Deft. c. A. B.

ALL the words described are of equal length. The third line,
read downward, names a time for "peeping into the future"; the
fourth line, read downward, names a church festival which immedi-
ately follows that time.
ACROSS: i. Struck with amazement. 2. In truth. 3. A narra-
tive song. 4. The name of a great English naval commander, who
was born in 1758. 5. Outer garments. 6. Dividing with a saw.
7. Mingles together. 8. An insect which is covered by a strong,
horny substance. 9. An official reckoning of the inhabitants of a









EXAMPLE: Syncopate and curtail a tree, and leave a malt liquor. ANSWER: Alder-Ale.
i. Syncopate and curtail a buffoon, and leave an animal. 2. Syncopate and curtail a
coquette, and leave an evergreen tree. 3. Syncopate and curtail a fierce animal, and leave
a domestic fowl. 4. Syncopate and curtail a jewel, and leave equality. ISOLA.

S ,.' : ..r :I I .: ..-. ..-..*.. I-.i. I *1 a couplet from Shakespeare's play
F.:. : i i-: .--I -I..-.- bird. My 41-17-76-14-68 is a tool
.:.'ir,-, i.I :'. Ii- h .I Y.I- 1.'. ,. My 45-15-30-72 is a heavenly body.
r' 78-37-19-26 is a present. My 67-
-56-47 is a coating on iron. My 48-
-12 is to cut with a scythe. My
:-71-38 is a creditor. My 75-13-43-
is a sovereign. My 70-21-60-8 is
She stuff that life is made of." My
: -27-46-58-22 is to express plaintively.
S44-65-73-51-50 is pertaining to
S.eece. My 7-62-39-64 is a serving-
SI- y-. My 79-5-x6-i8 is fish. My a2-
23ls a girl- y 11-1--9-63-70 is

:y 34-69-42-31 is a cry of distress.
IY y 40-66-37-74-35-6-2-28 are to be
i. .md in a lady's work-bag. H. G.

: .. I II. : II. I o .. .. .

.aiL .CA u .rl. ---*-"'^r -, '(
vane-ear: Pennsylvania.
i. The hairy crest of an animal. 2. A religious ceremony, a sneeze, and series. 3. An
acknowledged successor of Mohammed, over, and close at hand. 4. A South African
animal, and a jacket of coarse woolen cloth. 5. A horse, an island, and an ampersand.
6. "I once possessed a gardening instrument." 7. An hotel, and the goddess of hunting.
S. A large surface of ice floating in the ocean, and one who is conveyed. 9. Atmosphere,
a Roman numeral, a belt, and an article. to. The governor of Algiers, a garment, and a
letter. Ii. The person speaking, to be indebted, a street or road for vehicles. 12. Sick,.
forever, and an uproar. 13. An invocation, elevated, and a letter. 14. Part of a horse, a
valuable metal, and a conveyance. 15. Raw mineral, a letter, and a musket. 16. A girl's
aame, to scatter seed, and a sailor. 17. Ourselves, a helmet, and not out. 18. A small
valley, and to be informed of. 19. An unmarried woman, and a nymph of the Moham-
.medan paradise. 2o. To dye, andbustle. c. s. s.


ABRIDGMENTS. Ruskin. i. F-R-iend. 2. Clo-U-d. 3. S-eat.
4. K-night. 5. Fa-I-r. Ki-N-d.
HOUR-GLASS. Centrals: Harvest. Cross-words: i. FasHion.
2. FrAil. 3. ORb. 4. V. 5. SEa. 6. TaSte. 7. SecTion.
CONNECTED DIAMONDS. Centrals: Water-melon. Left-hand
Diamond: i. W. 2. LAd. 3. WaTer. 4. DEn. 5. R. Right-
hand Diamond: I. M. 2. NEd. 3. MeLon. 4. DOn. 5. N.
EASY PICTORIAL ENIGMA. First the blade, then the ear, after
that the full corn in the ear." Mark iv. 28.

QUINCUNX. Across: I. Aria. 2. Bat 3. Fuss. 4. Asp. 5. Ares.
Mackerel's scales and mares' tails,
Make lofty ships to carry low sails."
DOUBLE CENTRALACRioSTIC. Roast goose-Michaelmas. Across:
i. Erst. 2. Coat. 3. Tame. 4. Isle. 5. Stem. 6. Agag. 7. Soho.
8. Rock. 9. Asia. o1. Hemp.
PUZZLE. Corn-ice.
EASY ANAGRAMS. I. Boston. 2. New York. 3. Rochester. 4.
Washington. 5. Charleston. 6. Mobile. 7. St. Paul.

THE names of solvers are printed in the second number after that in which the puzzles appear.
PICTURES showing the answer to the "Sandpiper" puzzle were sent by Fred. C. McDonald- Florence L. Kyte-Alice M. Kyte-
J. S. Tennant- Mi. L. Sargent-- W. M. Hirshfeld-- Nellie A. Henry C. Brown Earle. Colored drawings were sent by A. W. Post
- G. A. Post-W. S. Post-K. Post, and Regis Post.
SOLUTIONS TO PUZZLES IN THE AUGUST NUMBER were received before August o2, from Nellie Slidell, 3-George W. Barnes, 5-
George A. Gillespie, 2- M. L. Sargent, x- W. P. Bynum, i- "Otter River," 6- Cambridge Livingston, 2- Gracie Smith, 7-Willie
V. Draper, 2- Florence E. Pratt, all- Minnie Van Buren, 2-"Heliotrope," 2-Livingston Ham, i- Lizzie M. Boardman, i- "The
Fairview Nursery," all--Marion T. Turner, 5-" Peasblossom," 2-Fanny Fechheimer, i--J. S. Tennant, all-Mame Henry, 2-
Walter 0. Forde, 9- Frank L. Baldwin, 2- John Milton Gitterman and David Ansbacher, 7- Lulu G. Crabbe, 4- Otis and Elliott
Brownfield, 7- Edward Vultee, all- "An English schoolboy," all- Alice Austen 7- Nanna D. Stewart, 3-Theo and Mamie, 2- Gracie
H. Foster, z-Louis B. Frankel, 2-George Macmurphy, 6-J. P. Miner, i-Edith Beal, 4-Amelia Leroi, 5-" The Hoppers," r-
Rose Raritan, 4--W. M. Hirshfeld, i-Joseph B. Bourne, 2-Lulu M. Brown, 9- Sallie E. Coates, 3- Nellie A., 2-Royal Cortissoz, 3
--May Carman, 4- Chas. R. Fay, 3-"Will O. Tree," 4-Frelinghuysen and Ballantine, 3-Arabella Ward, 6--Edith and Townsend
McKeever, 9- Helen E. Hallock, 6--Florence Galbraith Lane, 6--Barrett Eastman, 3-Tad, 7- X.Y. Z., 6- Frank T. Thomas, 4-
' Partners," i- A Reader," 5-Henry C. Brown, all-Kate T. Wendell, ao-Katharine Robinson, 3- Three Graces," 5- Lizzie D.
Fyfer, 4- Marie M. Meinell, 2- Lalla E. Croft, 6- Bessie Taylor, 2-Phil. I. Pene, z-Rene and Helen, 4-Valerie Frankel, 3-Clara
H., ai-P. S. Clarkson, o--Eleanor Telling, 4-Vernon Hendrix, 8-Annie H. Mills, o--Fred. C. McDonald, 14- Lina, George A.,
William S., Wright, Kintzing, and Regis Post, I--Charlie W. Power, 7- Mary and Bethel Boude, 14-Anna and Alice, x2-Bessie C.
Barney, x2-Queen Bess, 8-Ella M. Parker, 2-Engineer, xo-J. Ollie Gayley, 4-Halle and Sister Minnie, i-H. L. P., 3-J. F. C.,
North Star, 5-Willie T. Mandeville, 6- Stowe Phelps, 5-Freddie Thwaits, 9-Edith H. and Julia S., 4- Lulu Clarke and Nellie
Caldwell, 7-Louise Williams, 3-F. J. Reynolds and S. Cosby, 4-H. and A. T., 4- Kate L. Freeland, iz-Trask, 13-Daisy Vail, 2-
Archie and Hugh Burns, 7-Dolly Francis, 7-Florence L. Kyte, xo-Alice M. Kyte, 9-Carol and her sisters, 9-Buttercup, i-Mollie
Weiss, 4-I. B. and H. C. B., 9- Belle and Bertie, 9-May B. Creighton and Winnie Creighton, 4--"Menagerie," 8- C. S. and W. F.
5., 2-Lizzie C. Carnahan, 4-" Pops and Mankin," 3. The numerals denote the number of puzzles solved.




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