Front Cover
 War with the little "redskins"
 Peggy's garden and what grew...
 The griffin and the minor...
 His one fault
 The wise old man
 The knowing little fish
 When mamma was a little girl
 Historic girls: Pulcheria...
 The brownies at school
 How science won the game
 From Bach to Wagner
 Driven back to Eden
 Those clever Greeks
 The race
 Among the law-makers
 The circus clown's dream
 For very little folk: The patient...
 The letter-box
 The Agassiz association - Fifty-fourth...
 The riddle-box
 Back Cover

Title: St. Nicholas
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Title: St. Nicholas
Uniform Title: St. Nicholas (New York, N.Y.)
Alternate Title: Saint Nicholas
Physical Description: 68 v. : ill. ; 25-30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
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Publication Date: -c1943
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Dates or Sequential Designation: -v. 67, no. 4 (Feb. 1940) ; v. 70, no. 1 (Mar. 1943)-v. 70, no. 4 (June 1943).
Dates or Sequential Designation: Began with: Vol. 1, no. 1, Nov. 1873.
Numbering Peculiarities: Suspended Mar. 1940-Feb. 1943; vols. 68-69 omitted.
Issuing Body: Published by: Century, Aug. 1881- ; by Educational Pub. Corp. -1940; by St. Nicholas Magazine, 1943.
General Note: Description based on: Vol. 2, no. 12 (Oct. 1875); title from cover.
General Note: Conducted by Mary Mapes Dodge.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
        Page 882
    War with the little "redskins"
        Page 883
        Page 884
        Page 885
    Peggy's garden and what grew therein
        Page 886
        Page 887
        Page 888
        Page 889
        Page 890
        Page 891
        Page 892
        Page 893
        Page 894
        Page 895
    The griffin and the minor canon
        Page 896
        Page 897
        Page 898
        Page 899
        Page 900
        Page 901
        Page 902
        Page 903
        Page 904
    His one fault
        Page 905
        Page 906
        Page 907
        Page 908
        Page 909
    The wise old man
        Page 910
    The knowing little fish
        Page 911
        Page 912
        Page 913
    When mamma was a little girl
        Page 914
    Historic girls: Pulcheria of Constantinople
        Page 915
        Page 916
        Page 917
        Page 918
        Page 919
    The brownies at school
        Page 920
        Page 921
        Page 922
        Page 923
    How science won the game
        Page 924
        Page 925
        Page 926
        Page 927
        Page 928
        Page 929
    From Bach to Wagner
        Page 930
        Page 931
    Driven back to Eden
        Page 932
        Page 933
        Page 934
        Page 935
        Page 936
        Page 937
        Page 938
        Page 939
        Page 940
    Those clever Greeks
        Page 941
        Page 942
        Page 943
    The race
        Page 944
    Among the law-makers
        Page 945
        Page 946
        Page 947
    The circus clown's dream
        Page 948
        Page 949
        Page 950
        Page 951
    For very little folk: The patient cat
        Page 952
        Page 953
    The letter-box
        Page 954
        Page 955
    The Agassiz association - Fifty-fourth report
        Page 956
        Page 957
    The riddle-box
        Page 958
        Page 959
        Page 960
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text


(See page 954.)


VOL. XII. OCTOBER, 1885. No. 12.

Copyright, 1885, by THE CENTURY CO.



SUNSHINE COVE," the summer home of the
Shortwells, was a charming spot on the shore of a
clear and beautiful little lake. A pretty cottage, nes-
tled in a grove of chestnut, oak, and walnut trees;
its broad verandas were shaded by honeysuckles
and Virginia creepers; and a bit of green lawn at
one side was, sprinkled with plots of bright flowers.
A picturesque summer-house, perched on a bluff,
overlooked the lake, where a flock of white swans
were usually at play; a rustic boat-house and bath-
house stood on the water's edge; a clump of vines
among the trees had been trained to form an arbor;
and a winding drive-way through the grove led to
the barn and stable. Sunshine Cove," though
within an hour's ride from the city by rail, was sur-
rounded by wooded hills; there were few houses
within sight, and the railroad was so far away that
no one thought of being annoyed by the whistling
of the locomotives that dashed through the valley
nearly every hour.
Mr. Shortwell's wife and four children spent
their summers at the Cove, while he rode to and
from the city daily, and spent in the country as
much of his time as he could spare from his business.
Next to his family, he thought more of Sunshine
Cove" than of anything else on earth. From the
time that he built the cottage and laid out the
grounds, he had watched the growth of every
shrub and tree on the place.with almost affectionate
interest. His special delight was an orchard of
young pear-trees, many of which had been set out
by his own hands. Now, at the end of several

years, they were loaded with fruit; but Mr. Short-
well was not to reap the benefit of his work. As
fast as each luscious pear mellowed in the August
sun, some unknown enemy bit a hole in its side,
stole the seeds and left if to rot on its stem or on
the ground. It did not take long to discover that
the "redskins," as the red squirrels that swarmed
about the place were called, were the mischief-
While the carpenters were at work finishing up
the cottage two little red squirrels from the woods
on the hills came to make a call, and whisked about
in so neighborly and inoffensive a manner that they
were encouraged to stay. They were fed and treated
so well, indeed, that they forgot to go back to their
old home. Their call was prolonged into a visit that
lasted through the summer, and in the fall they
laid up a hoard of nuts in a hollow oak-tree, and
concluded to remain all Winter.
The next summer there were four of the little
"redskins" to meet the Shortwells when they
came from the city, and in after years the increase
was much more rapid. The squirrels were cun-
ning little fellows, Whisking about with funny antics
and bright capers. It was very amusing to see their
bushy'red tails go bobbing across the lawn and to
hear their chatter as they jumped from branch to
branch while at play among the trees. But squirrels,
like many children, seem to have a certain amount
of naughtiness born in them which is bound to
come out and make them disagreeable, sometimes.
This was true of these Sunshine Cove redskins,"


and their mischievous pranks, once considered so
amusing, soon became unbearable through their
frequent repetition. When a pair of the little ras-
cals took possession of a pretty bird-house, piti-
lessly turning out two modest bluebirds, and filled
the miniature dwelling with their own nest, the
occurrence was looked upon as an interesting in-
stance of squirrel enterprise. Such enterprise
ceased to be entertaining, however, after the squir-
rels had established themselves in every bird-house
on the place and frightened away nearly all the
songsters that once made the grove so melodious.
The appearance of a bird on the lawn was gen-
erally accepted as a challenge by some squirrel,
which would dart down a tree and, with a spiteful
bark, attack and drive away the feathered visitor.
The chattering of the redskins was no adequate
substitute for the twittering and singing of the
birds, and the Shortwells heartily wished the four-
legged invaders back in the woods.
The squirrels also caused serious annoyance by
stripping the fibrous bark from the rustic cedar
fence before the house, the bark making excellent
nests for the little thieves. They seemed to know
that they were doing wrong when they stole the
bark, and never made their marauding excursions
boldly, but by sneaking around behind trees and
bushes. One day Mrs. Shortwell spied one of the
little thieves on the fence in front of the cottage.
He was sitting up on his hind legs and had a fine
bunch of bark in his mouth; but when a sharp rap
on the window showed him that he had been dis-
covered, he dropped on all fours and scampered off
at his fastest pace. One end of a piece of cord
used in training vines on the fence had been
caught in the bark, however, while the other end.
was fastened to the fence, and before Bunny had
run three lengths of his little body, he was brought
up with a jerk that made him turn a complete
somersault. He recovered himself quickly, looked
around with a surprised and mortified air, tugged
at the cord till it snapped, and then darted off with
his plunder.
About this time, a visit to a rarely used attic
chamber showed that the squirrels had been there,
too, for nest-making materials. A mattress and
several quilts had been torn to pieces, the little
rascals having entered by a small hole gnawed
through the roof near the chimney. From the
attic the squirrels found their way also to other
portions of the house. As the cook was finishing
her work in the kitchen one evening, she. felt a
sharp tug at her skirt, and turned around just in
time to see a bushy red tail disappearing through
the pantry door, which was slightly ajar. An
investigation showed that the squirrels had a pas-
sage-way from the garret down between the walls

and through a knot-hole into the pantry. A great
many forays on the family larder, for which up to
that time the rats and mice had been blamed,
were in this way accounted for. The squirrels were
also guilty of numerous smaller misdeeds, such as
waking up the sleepers in the cottage by their
gambols on the roof early in the morning and on
moonlit nights, stealing the corn that had been
stored in the barn for the chickens, and keeping
up an incessant and spiteful scolding whenever
any one left the cottage for a walk about the
grounds. They were evidently trying to follow the
example of the Arabian camel, which, being allowed
to thrust its nose into its master's tent on a cold
night, followed this by its whole head, then by its
neck, and finally by its body, thus turning its mas-
ter out of doors.
Mr. Shortwell, however, determined to keep pos-
session of Sunshine Cove," and to drive away or
exterminate the "redskins." He was far too soft-
hearted to go gunning for his former pets, so
Quashee and Tab, mousers whom long service in
his city warehouse had fitted for the savage work,
were imported as executioners. They arrived one
evening, and were shut up in the carriage-house
for a day or two, till they had become accustomed
to their new surroundings. When they were let
out, consternation reigned among the squirrels, and
also in Mr. Shortwell's breast for a brief period, for
Tab, misunderstanding his mission, forayed the
first day in a coop of choice chickens. However,
a severe whipping corrected the cat's mistake in a
measure, and temptation being removed by putting
the chickens beyond his reach, Tab confined his
attentions strictly to his legitimate game.
Just at this critical point in the lives of the red-
skins," a little incident, in which one of them fig-
ured prominently, turned the tide in their favor
and saved them from complete destruction. Sev-
eral days after Tab and Quashee had begun their
war on the squirrels, Mrs. Shortwell was sitting
near an open window of her room, when she
heard a scramble on the piazza-roof, and an ago-
nized squeal. At almost the same moment, a squir-
rel darted through the window and buried itself in
a mass of fancy work in Mrs. Shortwell's lap. The
little fellow was not a second too soon, for close
behind him in full chase was Quashee, with tail
bristling and. eyes flashing. Quashee stopped on
the window-sill with a low growl of disappoint-
ment at the disappearance of his dinner, which had
so mysteriously slipped through his claws; and
then, wasting no time, jumped back upon the roof
to search for other prey. Although startled, Mrs.
Shortwell sat perfectly still. In a few moments
there was a slight stir among the crewels in her lap,
and then all was quiet again. Several more seconds



elapsed, when a pair of bright, scared eyes peeped
through the shreds of wool, and a tawny little nose,
with nostrils wide open, snuffed the air and sud-
denly disappeared. Plucking up more courage, the
squirrel thrust out its nose again, followed it
stealthily by its paws, and then drew its whole body
gradually into sight. Its heart beat fast as it sat
up on its hind feet, looked around the room and
out of the window, and then, apparently satisfied
that its enemy had gone, stretched itself at full
length on Mrs. Shortwell's lap, as if completely
tired out. For several minutes it lay there with
its nose between its paws and with its eyes closed,
the beating of its heart becoming slower and slower,
till it was hardly apparent. Then the little creat-
ure aroused itself, gave so long a stretch that it
seemed as if its body would be pulled apart, rolled

over, stretched again, and sat up. A pass or two
over its face and head completed its toilet, and it
hopped to the window-sill, whisked its tail as a
good-bye, and departed.
Such an example of an animal's trust would have
touched almost any one; and Mrs. Shortwell was so
much affected by it that she persuaded her husband
to let the war against the "redskins" cease. Many
of the squirrels had been killed, and others had
gone back to the woods to live; so Quashee and
Tab, having grown fat on country fare and air,
were returned to the city.
The few squirrels that were left at Sunshine
Cove" had been taught a wholesome lesson. They
were so modest and well-behaved -that the birds
came back to the grove, and all lived together as
harmoniously as a happy family.




-i ,a t '"PEGGY!" "Peg-
2C\ L gy! Who was call-
ing Peggy? But the
A question, seemed rather to
S be who was not calling her.
SFrom the corner by the low
S window came the grand-
mother's querulous voice,
"Peggy, my dear, come and
pick up my stitch I've dropped
a stitch, and my old eyes can't
find it," and Peggy turned to
her; but before she had straight-
ened the knitting, a little voice
rose in a wail from the door-step, where
her small brother whittled a boat from
a water-worn shingle, O Peggy, I've cut my fin-
ger Oh, come, Peggy, bring a rag and do it up !"
and Mother by the cradle said, Peggy, -do take
the baby a minute while I finish mixing the brown
bread." Even outside the cottage door Father was
saying, "Peggy, dear, bring me a drink of water,"
as he tinkered his dory close by. She took the
baby from her mother's arms and went to the wo-
ful brother. "Don't cry, Willy, dear, run to
Mother for a rag; wait a minute, please, Father,"
- and Willy having brought a little strip of cotton,
she sat down on the door-step and proceeded to bind
the Wounded finger while the baby lay cooing on her
knees. "Now run, and take some water to Father;
there 's a good boy," she said, as she wiped the
tears away from two cheeks like apples, round and

rosy. And Willy scampered for the dipper, and
carried it dripping to his father, and then returned
to nestle close to his sister's side. The baby fretted
a little, and Peggy gathered it up and laid its pretty
head tenderly against her shoulder and crooned to
it soft and low:
"There was a ship a-sailing, a-sailing on the sea,
And oh! it was all laden with pretty things for thee!"
till it opened its large wise eyes and gazed out at
the glitter and sparkle of the bright day and tried
to find its mouth with its thumb in an aimless but
contented fashion. "Sing the rest of it, Sister,"
begged Willy. There was a world of love in the
little fellow's gesture as he slipped both hands
around Peggy's arm and hugged it tight while she
went on:
"There were comfits in the cabin and apples in the hold,
The sails were made of silk and the masts were made of gold;
The four-and-twenty sailors that walked about the decks
Were four-and-twenty white mice with chains about their necks;
The captain was a duck with a compass on his back,
And when the ship began to sail, the captain cried, 'quack, quack "
Now sing it all over again cried Willy, lay-
ing his cheek against the arm he was hugging;
" do please sing it all over again! And laughing,
patient Peggy -began it again.
There was a porch outside the door, and the
shadow of its square roof fell on the wooden step
where the children sat. There were vines of
flowering-bean and morning-glory trained up at
the sides, all blossoming in scarlet clusters and
deep blue-bells.




It was a hot, bright July day. Before the cot-
tage, stretched the level beach of purplish-gray,
shimmering sand; and beyond it the summer sea,
light turquoise blue and calm, lay smiling, streaked
with lines of lazy foam from long-spent breakers
far away. On a promontory reaching to the east,
the large mass of the buildings of a great hotel
basked in the heat, its warmly tinted walls and red
roofs dimly beautiful in the soft haze of the dis-
tance. The pine woods were thick behind the
cottage and stretched away to the south; near it a
patch of earth was devoted to garden stuff,"-
potatoes, beans, and the like, and beyond this was
a flower-garden, so luxuriant and splendid in color
that one wondered at seeing it in so poor a place.
Peggy's childish voice was very pleasant to hear
as she sang to the children.
Her father and mother had given her the sweet
and stately name of Margaret,. but her grand-
mother had adopted its old-fashioned abbreviation
of Peggy, and it had grown dear in all ears where
she was known. She was a girl of about thirteen,
not tall for her age, but slender, with rich, red-
gold hair, which was a great cross and affliction to
her; for every one who spoke of it did so in a half-
pitying way, as if it were to be deprecated at least,
if not a thing of which to be thoroughly ashamed.
Such vigorous, rebellious hair, too, thronging back
from her honest forehead in richly waved, thick
locks, which no combing would make straight and
smooth. How she envied the sleek, satin sheen
of the heads of the few girls she knew! Her eyes
were clear and gray, her mouth large, with fine and
noble curves and even, white teeth, and her fresh
cheek was touched by many salutations of the sun.
No one would ever have called, her pretty,--the
word could not apply to her,-but there was an
indescribable air of modesty and sweet intelligence
about her which at once attracted and charmed.
The sunshine flickered through the leaves and
touched her bright head as she sat with the little
ones in the porch.. Inside, the mother's swift step
went to and fro, about her work; by the open win-
dow the grandmother's knitting-needles clicked
softly. Outside, there were the sounds of bees
and early crickets, a bird's note now and then, the
call of a sandpiper, the song of a sparrow, or a cry
far aloft in the blue from a wandering gull afloat
on white wings, ever the low, far murmuring of
the sea, and again and again the dull strokes of
the hammer with which the father was mending
his boat. As- he moved about, it was evident he
was lame; a long sickness in the winter had left
him "crippled," as his neighbors said, with rheu-
matism. He had a fine, intelligent face, and had
not always lived the life which poverty now forced
upon. him. His eyes were sad and anxious, he

looked weather-beaten and worn, and his expres-
sion enlisted one's sympathies at once. He was
fighting a hard fight to keep the wolf from his
door; for his lameness made it extremely difficult
to go fishing, like the rest of the folk living near.
And now, since the attack of illness had exhausted
every resource, very slender at the best, he was
worn with anxiety for the coming winter's neces-
sities. In summer it was well enough; they could
make a shift to live from day to day; but when
every force of nature should be marshaled against
them in the bitter weather to come, how would
they be able to endure it, and fight want away till
another spring? He hardly dared to think of it.
Peggy adored her father. She was his chief and
best joy in the world. When she saw him so full
of care, and heard him with the good and patient
mother discussing ways and means of gettingbread,
when they dreamed not she was listening, she
would have given worlds to help them. Her whole
mind was full of the problem. What could she do?
Leave them and go away and try to earn some-
thing to help? But they would not listen to it;
they could not live without her. She was their
courage, their stay, their joy, and cheer, embodied.
One winter's day, when her father was at his worst,
and she felt as though despair were settling down
upon them, she remembered the groups of idle
pleasure-seekers she had seen wandering across
the sands in summer days, from the great hotel
on the Point. "How wonderful must be their
lives, with no anxieties like ours! she thought.
As the picture of these loiterers lingered in her
imagination, she remembered the flowers they.
wore, the button-hole bouquets of the men, and
the nosegays of the maidens; and like a flash it
came to Peggy what she might do. She might
have a garden of her own, and sell flowers to these
people at the hotel-why not? She would try,
at least. She told her mother and father of her
thought; but they did not give it much weight at
first. Still she was not daunted. With a resolute
energy she bent all powers to compass it. First,
she chose a piece of ground wherein some former
occupant of the place had raised vegetables; it
was partly surrounded by a ruinous wall to keep
out stray cattle, and was close under the southern
windows of their rickety little cottage. There
was not much snow upon the ground, and every
day she went to the beach and brought basket
after basket of kelp, which she spread upon the
ground, till by patience and perseverance she..had
covered it all over. It was not an easy task, and
she had driftwood to bring daily from the beach,
beside. But she knew how much more hope of
success she would have if only she could spread
the sea-weed and leave it to impart its nourish-



ment to the sandy soil; and when it was done,
she rejoiced in every rain that helped it to decay.
The next'thing was to get seeds for her garden.
And when her father was better, so that she could
be spared, she took long walks inland among their
widely scattered neighbors to beg of each a few;
for every house had its little flower-plot in sum-
mer; and the folk were kind and gave her all they
could spare,--marigolds, larkspur, sweet peas and
mignonette, sunflowers, nasturtiums, pansies and
coreopsis--hardy, humble flowers, friendly and
swift to grow.
I'm sure you're welcome to 'em, child," Aunt
Sally, the blacksmith's wife, had said, as she put the
packet into Peggy's hand; and I hope ye '11 do all
you 're thinking' to with 'em; but I calc'late ye have
no idea what a job 't is to take care on 'em,"-
a fact which Peggy did indeed discover in good
time. If ye '11 come up in the spring, I '11 give
ye a root o' lad's love and lemon-balm ; they smell
very sweet an' pure, but they don't have any seeds
to speak on," the old lady added.
With what anxious joy Peggy watched for the
first signs of spring! As soon as the snow was
melted, she began to work about her garden plot,
every day a little, as long as she could be spared.
With her strong young arms she brought stone by
stone to the broken wall till she had made it whole
again; but it was a work of days and weeks. Then
little by little she raked away the kelp. But the
most difficult part of the work was to come, to dig
up the earth thoroughly-" could she do it?" she
wondered! Here came an unexpected help. One
day a neighbor with spritsail spread to the breeze,
flying past at high tide, came so near that he made
out what Peggy was trying to do in her walled in-
closure. "Wal, if that don't beat all he said
to himself; if there is n't Maxwell's red-haired
gal trying' to dig a garden! Her father 's laid up
-blest if she has n't spunk! That night, after
supper, he walked down from "his place and pre-
sented himself with a broad spade in his hand.
" Why couldn't ye have asked some on us to help
ye ?" he cried, with rough kindness; and straight-
way set himself to work with such a will that be-
fore dark it was all done, nor would he listen to her
thanks as he went off. I wish ye good luck with
your garden! he said, and so departed, followed
by Peggy's gratitude.
There was yet much work to be done, but she
could do it all, she knew, and she toiled away with
a light heart, till she had raked out every stone and
laid the beds all straight and even, and planted
every seed; and then she paused to rest. By this
time her father was able to creep about a little,
for the days were growing long, and he looked at
Peggy's handiwork with tears in his eyes. He was

too helpless to do much to the little patch where
every year he tried to raise a few vegetables, so
Peggy put her young shoulder to that wheel also,
and planted the beans and potatoes, and gave them
all the care she could. Meantime she rejoiced in
the fresh showers which fell to moisten the hidden
flower-seeds, and the warm sun which would coax
the green leaves from the dark earth. Every turn
of weather had a new interest for her, every hour
was bright with hope. I declare," said the grand-
mother, it does me good just to see the child;
she 's brighter than a summer morning Indeed
she was, so full of cheer, so modest, dutiful and
patient, the kindest little heart that ever beat in
human breast, always ready to help and comfort
wherever comfort was needed! Happy girl! Her
gentle nature was a key that-all unconsciously
to herself- opened for her rich treasures of love
that should not fail.
One morning in the last week in May, small
Willy came running in, quite breathless. "Peggy,
come out and look! The seeds have comed up
all in a row, like little green soldiers And Peggy,
with the baby on her arm, followed the delighted
little fellow to the garden. It was true, at last;
there were rows of corn-flowers and marigolds
piercing the soil, the first and strongest of them
all. And after them, day after day, came the rest
in a swift procession, till it seemed as if a soft
green veil were laid over the earth. Then began
work indeed, for with the flowers had sprung ten
thousand weeds more vigorous than they. But
there is no saying truer than that Where there 's
a will there 's a way," and Peggy, not being able
to get away from household cares during the day,
would steal the hours from sleep to accomplish
her object. It was light enough to see between
three and four o'clock in the morning, and many
and many a pink dawn found her kneeling on the
dewy ground (whereon she had spread a bit of
carpet, for she had been taught never to trifle
with her health), weeding industriously, till there
was not a green thing except the flowers to be
seen in the whole place. No sooner were the
weeds conquered, however, thafi they rose again,
a second colony,- clover, quitch-grass, purslane,
chick-weed, pig-weed, rag-weed and the rest, and
when these had been exterminated, then came
transplanting, separating the crowded plants, put-
ting sticks and strings along the wall for the vines
to climb, and a tiresome, daily system of watering
to be carried on, without which the whole attempt
would have been a failure. Fortunately there
was a fine well near the house, and even little
Willy could help, and father could stand and pump
for them, and sometimes bring water, too; and so
at last the reward of so much toil and care was



before them. The garden was truly a beautiful
sight. Over the wall the nasturtiums ran like
flame, and the sweet peas climbed, just breaking
into white and pink and purple and wonderful
scarlet, and the flowering-bean clusters were al-
most as red as pomegranate blossoms. There were

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and fire colors, and the California poppies cups of
flaming gold,- and the pied pansies and crimson
flax and pink mallows! Well might the whole
family wonder and rejoice over Peggy's garden,
and all the neighbors make pilgrimages to see it 1
And now at last it was time for the great
attempt, and she was trying to summon all her
courage to take on the morrow her first flowers to the
hotel, for sale. A kind of stage fright came over
the poor child at this eleventh hour. After all
her brave toil, it would seem a simple thing to
take her blossoms and pace quietly the long piazzas
where wealth and beauty and idleness would give


ranksof corn-flow-
"' ers in lovely, deli-
S/I ~ cate rose and azure;
there were marigolds
S andvenidiums, whole
solar systems of suns and
stars; there were golden
summer chrysanthemums
and Coreopsis coronata superb to see, and phloxes
that were like masses of rich velvet-scarlet, ma-
roon and pink and crimson. There were others
to come, asters and zinnias and sunflowers later;
but the mignonette had begun, and spikes of lark-
spur,- burning, brilliant blue set off the yellow

her the daily bread for herself and her dear ones
in exchange. But the shy girl felt as if it were an
absolute impossibility. Suddenly all her courage
ebbed and left her in deep despondency. She sat
by the little window in the grandmother's old
chair; the wind that wandered through the beau-
tiful summer twilight brought her the delicate
sweet odors from her garden; their sweetness
made her heart sink. She turned from the open
casement. In the corner, by a dim little lamp,
her mother was mending the worn sleeves of her
father's coat. Peggy looked at her. How pale
and patient she was The cradle stood near, and
her foot sought the rocker and stirred it gently


each time the baby nestled uneasily; in the arm-
chair near, her father had fallen -asleep, his fine
pathetic face faintly touched by the feeble light.
His thin hand lay on the arm of the chair. How
thin it was, how sad his sleeping face Not one
of them had quite all they needed to eat on that
day; and what for to-morrow? Then a feeling of
shame at her own cowardice came to Peggy's
rescue. What were ten thousand indifferent eyes,
what if everybody should laugh at her red hair
and mean apparel; if they only would buy her
flowers, she would not care-no, she would not!
She would be deaf, dumb, and blind to every-
thing except her purpose. She left the window
and came and stood beside her mother's chair.
" Mother, dear, let me finish it for you," she said,
trying to take the work out of her hands. But
her mother said, "No, Peggy darling, don't
mind, I 've nearly finished. You 'd better go to
bed soon, for you '11 have to be up very early, you
know," and she put her arm around her girl's slen-
der figure and drew her close and laid her tired
head against the brave little heart that was beat-
ing fast with its struggles and hopes and fears.
Her father opened his eyes upon the two,-all
unconscious of his gaze. No one knew better
than he what was passing in his daughter's mind.
But he had no word with which to comfort her;
he could only cling to her as her mother was
doing, and bless her with all his soul, as she came
to give him a good-night kiss.
She climbed to her little nest under the eaves
and leaned out to look once more at the summer
night. The calm sea mirrored every twinkling star.
Here and there a light gleamed from some fishing-
schooner anchored and rocking almost impercep-
tibly on the softly heaving tide. Afar on its lonely
promontory stood the dark mass of the great
hotel, ablaze and quivering with electric lights,
like a living jewel of many facets. So great a
hope, so great a fear trembled for her in its glitter
and gleam She was glad she could not hear the
band that she knew must be playing for the gay,
whirling dancers in the great hall. Iwonder if they
all are wearing flowers from the city," she thought,
"roses and delicate things so different from mine.
I wonder if they will want mine when they see
them! Perhaps, perhaps she sighed. Little
Willy was asleep in the low cot; he half woke
as she laid her head on the pillow, and possessed
himself of her arm, hugging it again with both
his. Dear Peggy," he said, half asleep, dear,
dear, dear!"
The morning broke calm and clear. It was not
four o'clock when she was stealing out in the fresh-
ening dawn to her garden-plot. The sky was one
great flush of pink, and at the horizon crimson

and gold where the sun approached from the other
side, and all the sea reflected the sky.
Oh! thought she, "the whole world looks like
a rose!" as she pushed the gate and entered the
path. How the birds were singing! 0 song-
sparrow! she cried .to the little brown creature
that sat on the wall and poured forth such a strain
of joy that it seemed to fill the air with cheer, are
you really so glad as that? I 'd like to change
places with you "
She cut the flowers with swift and dexterous
hands and filled her basket heaping full. And now
the sun had risen in still magnificence, and touched
with golden finger the sails of small fishing-craft,
creeping out to the day's work, and the snowy
wings of lazy gulls afloat overhead in the perfect
blue, and made the bright hair of our Peggy as
glorious as the marigolds she was tying into
bunches as she sat on the little step with her bas-
ket and a spool of thread. Some dim artistic
sense led her to mass each color separately; all
the scarlet sweet peas she put together. So with
the pink and the purple and the white; so with
the red poppies, to which she added a few delicate
grasses, and with the mignonette; but with the
pale-yellow summer chrysanthemums she put a
few orange marigolds, and made of their radiant

disks a splendid conflagration of color. There
were small and large bunches to be tied, and
button-hole bouquets; and when all were done she
put them into a wooden tub with a few inches of
water, and left it in the cool dark of the cellar till
she should be ready to take them away. But the
slender breakfast was to be helped on and the
family started for the day, before she could leave
them. The baby, usually so good and quiet, would
fret; it seemed to be out of sorts. "Poor little
girl," Peggy said to herself, "you are hungry;
that is the trouble, I know, for you are the best
little sister in the world." The grandmother was
full of aches and pains this morning, but she said,
"I 'll keep the baby, Peggy dear; you go and
get ready before the sun grows so hot that you '11
suffer going across the sands. Here's something
to wear on your head, child," and she drew out of
her pocket a nicely folded blue handkerchief;
"it 's better than nothing," she said, though it's
faded and old enough." Poor Peggy! She had no
hat at all; the handkerchief was, as grandmother
said, better than nothing,-that was all. "Go,
now, and walk very slowly, dear," her mother said.
She brought a long and broad shallow basket,
into which they put the flowers, and over all laid
lightly some newspapers, which were tucked care-
fullyin around the edges, to save her treasures from
wind and sun. She had but her one gown to
wear, a dull, dark-blue cotton print, made in the




simplest fashion, with neither flower nor furbelow.
She had no time for such, nor means if she had
had time. Her thick, bright locks were plaited
into one long, rich braid with the ends left loose,
for she had not even a bit of ribbon wherewith
to tie it. She knotted the blue kerchief under her
chin, kissed them all as if she were bidding the
family farewell for a month, and set off with her
basket on her arm. Willy cried to go too, but it
was too far for his little feet to trudge, or she
would gladly have taken him. They watched her
from the door till her figure lessened to a mere
speck on the sand. How would she return to
them,-with failure or success ? Theyhardly dared
to think !
Meantime, the little maid kept courageously on
her way. The sun was high and hot, but a breath
of coolness came from the waves which spilled
themselves in long breakers of lazy brine along the
edge of the sand. But she hardly noticed the
heat, or the cool whispering water; her eyes were
fixed on the great building before her, which
began to grow more distinct every moment. Win-
dows, doors, chimneys, roofs, gables, columns, grad-
ually disentangled themselves; and she sawknots of
people here and there, and a crowd scattered on
the long piazza; and before the house on the level
green, youths and maidens, gayly clad, were play-
ing tennis, careless of the sun. Like a soldier
marching to battle, Peggy walked past these,
straight up to one of the three broad flights of
steps,-the one at the left-hand entrance. She
dared not look about her, for she felt many eyes
upon her as she set her basket down on the
lower step and took off the protecting newspapers,
folding them for future use. She slipped the
grandmother's old kerchief off her head, she was
so warm, and began to climb the stairs slowly and
with sinking heart. Several gentlemen were stand-
ing near, and as she passed them, not daring to
lift her eyes, she heard them talking; their smooth
and polished tones were like a strange language
in her ears. Ah," said one, what have we
here? A flower-girl, upon my word! Come,
Willard, here 's a subject for you; look at her!
she might pose for the goddess Freya." Peggy
felt her cheeks grow crimson; though she heard,
she did not understand what he said, but moved
away as quickly as she dared.
What superb hair said the artist whom the
first gentleman had called Willard.
Magnificent returned the other. "But look
at her movement, what fine simplicity and freedom ;
what a carriage of the head! Freya, did I say?
Why, she is Freya and Minerva, combined!
She has all the sweetness and freshness of the
one and the noble dignity of the other. Where

on earth did she come from, I wonder?" and they
strolled slowly up the walk, watching her.
Peggy was safely out of ear-shot, and would not
have comprehended what was said even had she
heard it, but she had an uncomfortable sense of
being the subject of comment, and her embarrass-
ment increased every moment. Poor child, she
had no pull-back," no ridiculous high heels in
the middle of the soles of her shoes, no fashionable
trammels of any kind, and walked as God meant
she should, quite unconscious of resembling a
goddess of any kind whatever Her only thought
was, Will some one come and buy my flowers ? "
but she dared not ask. She stood still at last, with
down-dropped eyes and blushing cheeks, feeling
all the dreaded eyes upon her and wishing she were
a plover, to fly home by the breakers' edge. Sud-
denly a child's voice at her side said, Oh, look at
the pretty flowers, Mamma I want some; please
buy some for me !" and a lovely lady in black
spoke to her gently. Peggy started like a fright-
ened sandpiper, though the lady only said, How
lovely your flowers are, my dear! May I have
some ? What is the price of this bunch of sweet
peas?" and she drew a mass of fragrant scarlet
flowers out of the basket, while the little girl who
had begged stretched out both hands for them.
Wait a minute, Minnie. How muchare they ? "
she asked of Peggy. "Twenty-five cents," Peggy
ventured in answer, and the lady drew the coin
from her purse and laid it in Peggy's happy palm.
The contact seemed to give her new life, and her
eyes grew moist with joy. She sent a swift glance
out over the hot coast-line to where she knew her
poor little home lay, a mere speck in the melting
distance, but oh, how dear it seemed! And her hope
grew strong and her fears less, and she held the
precious piece of silver tight, lest it should take
wings and fly away from her. The child ran
dancing off down the long vista of loitering people,
holding up its brilliant nosegay, and others drew
near, among them the gentleman she had first
noticed. Though they did not rudely stare at her,
Peggy felt they were attentively observing her, and
her red hair and poor gown and clumsy shoes came
into her mind with bitter sadness, as a whole bevy
of gay young girls approached her, laughing and
talking. How wonderful they were, with their hair
so nicely arranged, and their lovely dresses in
delicate and charming colors, all so fresh and
dainty, with ruche and ruffle and coquetry of ribbon
and lace It quite took away poor Peggy's breath.
" Don't be afraid, child; we shan't hurt you," said
a rather too loud, but seemingly good-natured voice,
which jarred on the little flower-girl's ear. She
looked up into the face of a tall, black-eyed, black-
haired girl, extremely showy, with pink cheeks and




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the reddest lips thought Peggy that she had ever ment she began to wonder what could be the matter
seen. She smiled and showed a row of brilliant with her face. How could she know, poor innocent,
teeth; at the first glance our little maid thought she that it was pearl powder which had taken all the life
was the handsomest creature possible. But in a mo- out of the skin, and rouge, which, though ever so








delicately applied, had touched lips and cheeks with
a false and hateful brightness ? She only realized
that something dreadful was the matter with the
young countenance, and that she would never care
to look at it again.
"0 girls cried this young person, did you
ever see anything so cute ?'"
Now Peggy had never been to school, as had
these charming young women; her father had
taught her all he knew; but she could read and
write, and knew enough of the English tongue
to be assured of the fact that by no possible hallu-
cination of the human imagination could her
flowers be called cute." The divine fitness of
things was outraged by the word. Yet all the
young ladies agreed that they were "cute,"
especially the little button-hole bouquets; those
were perfectlyy cute." Peggy looked up suddenly
and caught the eye of the gentleman whom she
had first heard speak; there was a comical gleam
in his expression, as if he appreciated her wonder
and perplexity. At that moment a tall young man
sauntered toward them, dressed in the height of
fashion and with an air of languid vacuity quite
distressing to behold. The pearl-powdered young
lady slipped around behind Peggy, saying in a half
whisper, Oh, dear, girls! there he comes again !
He's been buzzing me all the morning Really, I
must get rid of him; I can't endure it any longer "
Totally bewildered, Peggy thought, "Is the gentle-
men a bumble-bee, that he has been 'buzzing'?
Without knowing exactly why, her whole soul re-
volted at the offenses against the "pure well of
English undefiled" which were whispered across
her basket; and soon this brilliant young person
seemed odious to her. But the fashionable damsel
was enthusiastic over the yellow and flame-colored
flowers which Peggy held, and at once bought four
bunches, putting a whole dollar into Peggy's hand.
She knew they would be becoming to her style,"
she said, and loosening their stems as she stood in
the center of the group of girls, she spread the blos-
soms apart a little, and proceeded to pin them on
with some long pins she took from her belt, against
her black dress, till from zone to shoulder she was a
mass of flowers. "There," she cried, at last, "Is
n't that stunning "
Certainly it was sufficiently brilliant and striking,
"but oh," thought Peggy, "how ugly One might
as well make a door-mat of flowers." She could
not bear to look at her marigolds with their heads
crushed together in a solid mass; it seemed to her
a wrong to the flowers and a discredit to the person
who wore them ; but she had to see it universally
done the whole summer, for it was the fashion ";
and that was enough. No matter what sin
against taste it involved, it was the style and

therefore the greater portion of the world would
follow it, however ugly or absurd.
But now the contents of Peggy's basket began
to disappear with surprising rapidity, faster and
faster, till more than half her nosegays were
sold, and she was quite breathless with joy. No-
thing had ever looked so beautiful to her as the
coins of silver she held in her hand, which soon
grew too small to hold them all! They meant
bread for her hungry dear ones; they meant joy
for that little home saddened by poverty. She
cared no more what people said, what they
thought; she was sure of success for to-day; she
held already help for to-morrow in her delighted
"May I have this pansy for my button-hole?"
said a fine deep voice at her ear.
She started and turned and gave the speaker the
last little bunch she had left; it was Mr. Willard.
He put the flowers in their place and took from the
basket two bunches of white sweet peas and slipped
the money into her hand.
"Tell me," he said, very gently, who taught
you to put the colors in masses like these? Why
do you do it?"
I don't know," she answered; "they are pret-
tier so," and she shyly proceeded to re-artange the
nosegays she had left.
"Why do you put grass with the poppies?" he
asked. "Did any one tell you to do it?"
"No," she said; "but don't you think they be-
long together ?"
"Yes, they do," he said; "but who told you so ?"
"No one-they told me, themselves," she an-
swered, smiling a little.
"Fortunate child !" he said; "they don't tell
every one, though it's an open secret."
He was moving away, with his hands full of sweet
peas, when he seemed to remember something,
and came back.
"Will you come with me," he said, and bring
your basket to a lady who is not strong enough to
come so far down the piazza ?"
Peggy followed silently, and in a sheltered
corner, shaded carefully from the sun, she found
one of the loveliest sights she had ever seen. A lady,
sixty years old perhaps, was lying back in a reclin-
ing chair, and about her several people sat quietly
chatting. The lady's face was as fair as lilies, with
eyes clear, and undimmed by her sixty years. Her
smile was sweeter than any smile Peggy had ever
seen. Her hair was like silvered snow over her
calm forehead, and she wore above this shining
hair a little cap of lace as delicate as if woven of
cobwebs and hoar-frost with a bit of white satin
ribbon like a moon-beam folded on the top. She
is beautiful as my white sweet peas," thought


Peggy, as Mr. Willard put the flowers into her
lovely hands; they just suit her."
I've brought you some posies, Mrs. Burton,
as you see," said her friend; and here is the little
girl who knows all about them."
Oh, how beautiful !" cried, Mrs. Burton, in a
delightful, sympathetic voice; "a thousand thanks!
And," turning to Peggy, "you brought them, my
dear ?" Come nearer and let me see what else you
have. Why, these are wonderful! Look at them,
my daughter," she said to a sweet young girl who
sat close beside her. Why, Nelly, did you ever see
anything like them! What color, what Oriental
splendor Where did you get them? tell me, my
child! I must have them all, every one; let me
see, here are eight bouquets, five large and three
smaller; twenty-five cents, did you say ? Here it
is; just two dollars. What is it-these small
bunches only ten ? Oh, never mind, I 'm sure they
're worth quite as much as the large ones. There,
Nelly dear, that 's for you, and this for you, and
you, and you," she said, laughing delightfully, as
she gave one to each person about her. There,
now, we all are happy, are n't we ? And next, I
wish to know all about these extraordinary flowers;
sit down here, my dear, and tell me."
Peggy did as she was bid, though she longed to
fly home, since her task was done for that day, but
the lady had been so kind she could not refuse;
indeed, no one could ever refuse that lady anything!
When, by gentle questioning, she had won from
Peggy all her story, she laid her hand on the little
girl's bright hair with a beautiful gesture of affec-
tionate protection; but she made no comment, she
asked only, "Are you coming to-morrow, my dear,
to bring some more flowers ? Don't fail, for we
all want them."
With joy Peggy answered, Yes, indeed, I will
come "
Remember, I wish a fresh bouquet every morn-
ing and one for Nelly, too. Now, I know you're
longing to get back, you shall go "; and Peggy took
up her empty basket, her eyes bright with tears of
"You dear child," said the sweet young lady
whom her mother called Nelly; "did you wear no
hat all that long way across the hot sand ? "
No," answered Peggy; I did n't mind, I had
my grandmother's kerchief; it did very well," and
she took it out of her pocket to tie again over her
rich hair.
The younger lady reached behind -her mother's
chair and took a straw hat from where it hung by
its strings, and quietly placed it on Peggy's head.
It was a broad-brimmed hat of beautiful braided
white straw; simply trimmed with some soft, white
mull, light as the foam of the sea. The child could

scarcely believe her ears when the lady said,
" There, dear, it 's for you. Don't come out in the
sun without it again !" and kissed her cheek.
" Now, good-bye. Don't say a word. Run home."
"Thank you, oh, thank you cried Peggy.
Run home? She.did not run, she flew She
did not look behind her, she thought of nothing
but the joy she was taking to those anxious hearts
who were expecting her. As her swift steps cov-
ered the distance between her and that cottage of
her love, she seemed to tread on air; she forgot she
was hungry and hot and tired; she could not stop
a moment to rest; while under the shade of the
pretty hat her cheeks burned and eyes glistened
with a joy too great to be told.
Meantime, the watchers in the cottage counted
the moments of her absence; and when at last her
slight figure became visible, yet a long, long way
off, little Willy rushed forth to meet her. Stop,
Willy, wait for me," his father cried, moving slowly
down the steps. Take hold of my hand, Willy;
we '11 go together." But she came so fast that
the two slow walkers had gone only a short way
before she caught up to them, quite breathless,
and flung her arms round her father's neck, and
cried, 0 Father, I sold them all!" throwing her
empty basket as far as she could, till it rolled over
and over on the sand, while she hugged him and
kissed him again and again. And what a story
she had to tell when in a few minutes they
were all together again in the humble little room,
and she spread out all her precious earnings on the
table before them. There were eight dollars in
silver pieces-it was incredible What rejoicing,
what happiness !
"0 Mother! cried Peggy, suddenly growing
quite white, I'm so hungry! Is there anything
to eat ? "
My dear, my dear Here is your bowl of por-
ridge, the last oatmeal we have in the house. I
saved it for you "; and she set it before the tired
girl; for it was quite the middle of the afternoon,
many hours since the scant breakfast. Well
might she be faint with all she had gone through!
But, Mother dear, as soon as I rest a little, I'11
go up to the village for what we need."
"No, indeed, my darling, I will go; you mind the
baby and rest all you can. But where did you get
the beautiful hat?" And Peggy told, and there
were smiles and tears, and kisses, and congratu-
lations afresh. Here 's your kerchief all safe,
Grandmother dear," she said, taking it carefully
out of her pocket.
0 Peggy, you're a blessing the old woman
sighed; I always said you were not born on Sun-
day for nothing. And you are going with your
flowers again to the hotel, to-morrow ? "




"Yes, going again to-morrow," Peggy cried, all
her terrors blown to the winds.
My Margaret, my little Peggy, my brave girl! "
her father said, with tender pride.
The group she had left at the hotelhad watched
her depart with no common interest.
"What a really beautiful creature !" Mr. Wil-
lard had said when she was out of hearing.
"Yes, and what a beautiful soul!" cried the
enthusiastic old lady. "Now, I am going to be
that child's fairy godmother. That is settled!
You shall see! She shall have everything she needs.
She shall have all her people taken care of and put
in the way of helping themselves, and she shall
not be separated from them, for that would break
her heart; but she shall have an education, and
all her gifts and graces shall be cultivated for her
own joy and the joy of all who come in contact
with her! "
I told her she was a fortunate child," said Mr.
Willard, smiling, "but I hardly knew how fortu-
nate; yet I think you are more fortunate in having
the power to do these beautiful things."
Why, what is the use of money but for such
things? she answered; "Of what good are my

thousands to me if I can not use them to make
people better and happier ? "
And so she did all she promised herself she
would do for Peggy and Peggy's family. She al-
lowed her to go on selling her flowers while theylast-
ed, watching her daily, growing to love her more and
more, and to admire and respect her, as did all
who came near her. Before her garden was
exhausted Peggy had made three hundred dol-
lars for her father,-a fortune, it seemed to them
all! No more fears for the winter now! At home
they fairly worshiped her, and she was so happy
that she no longer envied the song-sparrow as it
sang on the garden wall, the only bird that stays
to sing the summer through. I 'm just as glad
as you are," she said, as she watched it and
listened to its sweet warble; and it turned its
pretty head and looked at her with bright black
eyes, as much as to say, I know it, merry com-
rade, and you deserve it, too "
And this is what grew in Peggy's garden. She
planted more than the flowers. She sowed seeds
of patience and meekness and faithfulness, courage
and hope and love,- and glorious was the blos-
soming thereof.




THE lion was lonely;
Said he, There is only
SV One way of driving this
I gloom from me:
-- I must enter into society! "
So he asked the beasts in
a manner quite hearty
To come to his cave for a little party.
On the appointed day,
In a frightened way,
A parrot flew over his head to say
That the beasts would be happy the lion to greet
But they very much feared he was out of meat!
"Alas! the lion cried with a groan,
"And must I then live forever alone?"


The oracular owl
Is a very wise fowl. .
He sits on a limb
By night and by day,
And an eager assembly waits
on him
To listen to what the wise bird may say.
I heard him discourse in the following way:
"The sun soon will set in the west."
"'T will be fair if the sky is not cloudy."
If a hundred are good only one can be best.'
"No gentleman's ever a rowdy."
" Ah ah cry the birds, What a marvelous
Oh, who could excel this oracular owl?"




OVER the great door of an old, old church
which stood in a quiet town of a far-away land
there was carved in stone the figure of a large
griffin. The old-time sculptor had done his work
with great care, but the image he had made was
not a pleasant one to look at. It had a large
head, with enormous open mouth and savage
teeth; from its back arose great wings, armed with
sharp hooks and prongs; it had-stout legs in front,,
with projecting claws; but there were no legs
behind,-the body running out into a long and
powerful tail, finished off at the end with a barbed
point. This tail was coiled up under him, the end
sticking up just back of his wings.
The sculptor, or the people who had ordered
this stone figure, had evidently been very much
pleased with it, for little copies of it, also in stone,
had been placed here and there along the sides of
the church, not very far from the ground, so that
people could easily look at them, and ponder on
their curious forms. There were a great many
other sculptures on the outside of this church,-
saints, martyrs, grotesque heads of men, beasts,
and birds, as well as those of other creatures which
can not be named, because nobody knows exactly
what they were; but none were so curious and
interesting as the great griffin over the door, and
the little griffins on the sides of the church.
A long, long distance from the town, in the
midst of dreadful wilds scarcely known to man,
there dwelt the Griffin whose image had been put
up over the church-door. In some way or other,
the old-time sculptor had seen him, and afterward,
to the best of his memory, had.copied his figure in
stone. The Griffin had never known this, until,
hundreds of years afterward, he heard-from a bird,
from a wild animal, or in some manner which it is
not now easy to find out, that there was a likeness
of him on the old church in the distant town.
Now, this Griffin had no idea how he looked. He
had never seen a mirror, and the streams where
he lived were so turbulent and violent that a quiet
piece of water, which would reflect the image of
any thing looking into it, could not be found.
Being, as far as could be ascertained, the very last
of his race, he had never seen another griffin.
Therefore it was, that, when he heard of this stone
image of himself, he became very anxious to know
what he looked like, and at last he determined to go
to the old church, and see for himself what manner
of being he was. So he started off from the dread-

ful wilds, and flew on and on until he came to the
countries inhabited by men, where his appear-
ance in the air created great consternation; but
he alighted nowhere, keeping up a steady flight
until he reached the suburbs of the town which
had his image on its church. Here, late in the
afternoon, he alighted in a green meadow by the
side of a brook, and stretched himself on the
grass to rest. His great wings were tired, for he
had not made such a long flight in a century,- or
The news of his coming-spread quickly over the
town, and the people, frightened nearly out of their
wits by the arrival of so extraordinary a visitor,
fled into their houses, and shut themselves up. The
Griffin called loudly for some one to come to him,
but the more he- called, the more afraid the people
were to show themselves. At length he saw two
laborers hurrying to their homes through the
fields, and in a terrible voice he commanded them
to stop. Not daring to disobey, the men stood,
What is the matter with you all? cried the
Griffin. Is there not a man in your town who is
brave-enough to speak to me ? "
"I think," said one of the laborers, his voice
shaking so that his words could hardly be under-
stood, "that -perhaps the Minor Canon -
would come."
"' Go, call him, then! said the Griffin ; I want
to see him."
The Minor Canon, who filled a subordinate po-
sition in the old church, had just finished the after-
noon services, and was coming out of a side door,
with three aged women who had formed the week-
day congregation. Hewas a young man of a kind
disposition, and very anxious to do good to the
people of the town. Apart from his duties in the
church, where he conducted services every week-
day, he visited the sick and the poor, counseled
and assisted persons who were in trouble, and
taught a school composed entirely of the bad
children in the-town with whom nobody else would
have anything to do. Whenever the people wanted
anything done for them, they always went to the
Minor Canon. Thus it was that the laborer
thought of the young priest when he found that
some one must come and speak to the Griffin.
The Minor Canon had not heard of the strange
event, which was known to the whole town except
himself and the three old women, and when he was




informed of it, and was told that the Griffin had
asked to see him, he was greatly amazed, and
Me he exclaimed. He has never heard
of me What should he want with me ? "
"Oh! you must go instantly!" cried the two
men. He is very angry now because he has been

the people of the town because he was not brave
enough to obey the summons of the Griffin. So,
pale and frightened, he started off.
Well," said the Griffin, as soon as the young
man came near, "I am glad to see that there
is some one who has the courage to come to


kept waiting so long; and nobody knows what will The Minor Canon did not feel very courageous,
happen if you don't hurry to him." but he bowed his head.
The poor Minor Canon would rather have had Is this the town," said the Griffin, "where
his hand cut off than go out to meet an angry there is a church with alikeness of myself over one
griffin; but he felt that it was his duty to go, for of the doors ? "
it would be a woful thing if injury should come to The Minor Canon looked at the frightful figure
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of the Griffin and saw that it was, without doubt,
exactly like the stone image on the church.
"Yes," he said, "you are right."
"Well, then," said the Griffin, will you take
me to it ? I wish very much to see it."
The Minor Canon instantly thought that if the
Griffin entered the town without the people know-
ing what he came for, some of them would prob-
ably be frightened to death, and so he sought
to gain time to prepare their minds.
It is growing dark, now," he said, very much
afraid, as he spoke, that his words might enrage

The Minor Canon was glad enough to take his
leave, and hurried into the town. In front of the
church he found a great many people assembled
to hear his report of his interview with the Griffin.
When they found that he had not come to spread
ruin and devastation, but simply to see his stony
likeness on the church, they showed neither relief
nor gratification, but began to upbraid the Minor
Canon for consenting to conduct the creature into
the town.
"What could I do?" cried the young man.
"If I should not bring him he would come him-




the Griffin, and objects on the front of the church
cannot be seen clearly. It will be better to wait
until morning, if you wish to get a good view of
the stone image of yourself."
That will suit me very well," said the Griffin.
" I see that you are a man of good sense. I am
tired, and I will take a nap here on this soft grass,
while I cool my tail in the little stream that runs
near me. The end of my tail gets red-hot when I
am angry or excited, and it is quite warm now.
So you may go, but be sure and come early to-
morrow morning, and show me the way to the

self and, perhaps, end by setting fire to the town
with his red-hot tail."
Still the people were not satisfied, and a great
many plans were proposed to prevent the Griffin
from coming into the town. Some elderly persons
urged that the young mef should go out and kill
him; but the young men scoffed at such a ridicu-
lous idea. Then some one said that it would be a
good thing to destroy the stone image so that the
Griffin would have no excuse for entering the
town; and this idea was received with such favor
that many of the people ran for hammers, chisels,
and crowbars, with which to tear down and break




up the stone griffin. But the Minor Canon re-
sisted this plan with all the strength of his mind
and body. He assured the people that this action
would enrage the Griffin beyond measure, for it
would be impossible to conceal from him that his
image had been destroyed during the night. But
the people were so determined to break up the
stone griffin that the Minor Canon saw that there
was nothing for him to do but to stay there and
protect it. All night he walked up and down in
front of the church-door, keeping away the men
who brought ladders, by which they might mount
to the great stone griffin, and knock it to pieces
with their hammers and crowbars. After many
hours the people were obliged to give up their at-
tempts, and went home to sleep; but the Minor
Canon remained at his post till early morning, and
then he hurried away to the field where he had
left the Griffin.
The monster had just awakened, and rising to his
fore-legs and shaking himself, he said that he was
ready to go into the town. The Minor Canon,
therefore, walked back, the Griffin flying slowly
through the air, at a short distance above the head
of his guide. Not a person was to be seen in the
streets, and they proceeded directly to the front of
the church, where the Minor Canon pointed out
the stone griffin.
The real Griffin settled down in the little square
before the church and gazed earnestly at his
sculptured likeness. For a long time he looked
at it. First he put.his head on one side, and then
he put it on the other; then he shut his right
eye and gazed with his left, after which he shut
his left eye and gazed with his right. Then he
moved a little to one side and looked at the image,
then he moved the other way. After a while he
said to the Minor Canon, who had been standing
by all this time:
"It is, it must be, an excellent likeness That
breadth between the eyes, that expansive forehead,
those massive jaws I feel that it must resemble
me. If there is any fault to find with it, it is that
the neck seems a little stiff. But that is nothing.
It is an admirable likeness,- admirable "
The Griffin sat looking at his image all the
morning and all the afternoon. The Minor Canon
had been afraid to go away and leave him, and
had hoped all through the day that he would soon
be satisfied with his inspection and fly away home.
But by evening the poor young man was utterly
exhausted, and felt that he must go away to eat
and sleep. He frankly admitted this fact to the
Griffin, and asked him if he would not like some-
thing to eat. He said this because he felt obliged
in politeness to do so, but as soon as he had
spoken the words, he was seized with dread lest the

monster should demand half a dozen babies, or
some tempting repast of that kind.
Oh, no," said the Griffin, "I never eat
between the equinoxes. At the vernal and
at the autumnal equinox I take a good meal, and
that lasts me for half a year. I am extremely
regular in my habits, and do not think it healthful
to eat at odd times. But if you need food, go and
get it, and I will return to the soft grass where I
slept last night and take another nap."
The next day the Griffin came again to the
little square before the church, and remained
there until evening, steadfastly regarding the
stone griffin over the door. The Minor Canon
came once or twice to look at him, and the Griffin
seemed very glad to see him; but the young
clergymen could not stay as he had done before, for
he had many duties to perform. Nobody went to
the church, but the people came to the Minor
Canon's house, and anxiously asked him how long
the Griffin was going to stay.
"I do not know," he answered, "but I think
he will soon be satisfied with regarding his stone
likeness, and then he will go away."
But the Griffin did not go away. Morning
after morning he came to the church, but after a
time he did not stay there all day. He seemed
to have taken a great fancy to the Minor Canon,
and followed him about as he pursued his various
avocations. He would wait for him at the side
door of the church, for the Minor Canon held
services every day, morning and evening, though
nobody came now. "If any one should cone," he
said to himself, "I must be found at my post."
When the young man came out, the Griffin would
accompany him in his visits to the sick and the
poor, and would often look into the windows of
the school-house where the Minor Canon was
teaching his unruly scholars. All the other
schools were closed, but the parents of the Minor
Canon's scholars forced them to go to school,
because they were so -bad they could not endure
them all day at home,- griffin or no griffin. But
it must be said they generally behaved very well
when that great monster sat up on his tail and
looked through the school-room window.
When it was perceived that the Griffin showed
no sign of going away, all the people who were
able to do so left the town. The canons and the
higher officers of the church had fled away during
the first day of the Griffin's visit, leaving behind
only the Minor Canon and some of the men who
opened the doors and swept the church. All the
citizens who could afford it shut up their houses
and traveled to distant parts, and only the work-
ing people and the poor were left behind. After
a while these ventured to go about and attend to



their business, for if they did not work they would
starve. They were getting a little used to seeing
the Griffin, and having been told .that he did not
eat between equinoxes, they did not feel so much
afraid of him as before.
Day by day the Griffin became more and more
attached to the Minor Canon. He kept near him
a great part of the time, and often spent the night
in front of the little house where the young clergy-
man lived alone. This strange companionship was
often burdensome to the Minor Canon; but, on
the other hand, he could not deny that he derived
a great deal of benefit and instruction from it. The
Griffin had lived for hundreds of years, and had
seen much; and he told the Minor Canon many
wonderful things.
It is like reading an old book," said the young
clergyman to himself; "but how many books I
would have hadto readbeforeI wouldhave found out
what the Griffin has told me about the earth, the air,
the water, about minerals, and metals, and grow-
ing things, and all the wonders of the world!"
Thus the summer went on, and drew toward
its close. And now the people of the town began
to be very much troubled again.
It will not be long," they said, before the au-
tumnal equinox is here, and then that monster will
want to eat. He will be dreadfully hungry, for he
has taken so much exercise since his last meal.
He will devour our children. Without doubt, he
will eat them all. What is to be done ?"
To this question no one could give an answer,
but all agreed that the Griffin must not be allowed
to remain until the approaching equinox. After
talking over the matter a great deal, a crowd of
the people went to the Minor Canon, at a time
when the Griffin was not with him.
"It is all your fault," they said, "that that
monster is among us. You brought him here, and
you ought to see that he goes away. It is only on
your account that he stays here at all, for, although
he visits his image every day, he is with you the
greater part of the time. If you were not here, he
would not stay. It is your duty to go away and
then he will follow you, and we shall be free from
the dreadful danger which hangs over us."
"Go away!" cried the Minor Canon, greatly
grieved at being spoken to in such away. "Where
shall I go? If I go to some other town, shall I not
take this trouble there? Have I a right to do
that? "
No," said the people, "you must not go to any
other town. There is no town far enough away.
You must go to the dreadful wilds where the
Griffin lives; and then he will follow you and stay
They did not say whether they expected the

Minor Canon to stay there also, and he did not
ask them anything about it. He bowed his head,
and went into his house, to think. The more he
thought, the more clear it became to his mind that
it was his duty to go away, and thus free the town
from the presence of the Griffin.
That evening he packed a leather bag full of
bread and meat, and early the next morning he set
out on his journey to the dreadful wilds. It was a
long, weary, and doleful journey, especially after
he had gone beyond the habitations of, men, but
the Minor Canon kept on bravely, and never fal-
tered. The way was longer than he had expected,
and his provisions soon grew so scanty that he was
obliged to eat but a little every day, but he kept up
his courage, and pressed on, and, after many days
of toilsome travel, he reached the dreadful wilds.
When the Griffin found that the Minor Canon
had left the town he seemed sorry, but showed no
disposition to go and look for him. After a few
days had passed, he became much annoyed, and ask-
ed some of the people where the Minor Canon had
gone. But, although the citizens had been so anx-
ious that the young clergyman should go to the
dreadful wilds, thinking that the Griffin would im-
mediately follow him, they were now afraid to men-
tion the Minor Canon's destination, for the monster
seemed angry already, and, if he should suspect
their trick he would, doubtless, become very much
enraged. So every one said he did not know, and
the Griffin wandered about disconsolately. One
morning he looked into the Minor Canon's school-
house, which was always empty now, and thought
that it was a shame that everything should suffer on
account of the young man's absence.
It does not matter so much about the church,"
he said, for nobody went there; but it is a pity
about the school. I think I will teach it myself
until he returns."
It was just about school-time, and the Griffin went
inside and pulled the rope which rang the school-
bell. Some of the children who heard the bell ran
in to see what was the matter, supposing it to be a
joke of some one of their companions; but when
they saw the Griffin they stood astonished, and
Go tell the other scholars," said the monster,
"that school is about to open, and that if they are
not all here in ten minutes, I shall come after them."
In seven minutes every scholar was in place.
Never was seen such an orderly school. Not a
boy or girl moved, or uttered a whisper. The
Griffin climbed into the master's seat, his wide
wings spread on each side of him, because he could
not lean back in his chair while they stuck out be-
hind, and his great tail coiled around, in front of
the desk, the barbed end sticking up, ready to tap





any boy or girl who might misbehave. The
Griffin now addressed the scholars, telling them
that he intended to teach them while their master
was away. In speaking he endeavored to imitate,
as far as possible, the mild and gentle tones of the
Minor Canon, but it must be admitted that in this
he was not very successful. He had paid a good
deal of attention to the studies of the school, and
he now determined not to attempt to teach them
anything new, but to review them in what they
had been studying; so he called up the various
classes, and questioned them upon their previous
lessons. The children racked their
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class, answered so well that the Griffin was aston-
I should think you would be at the head," said
he. I am sure you have never been in the habit
of reciting so well. Why is this?"
"Because I did not choose to take the trouble,"
said the boy, trembling in his boots. He felt
obliged to speak the truth, for all the children
thought that the great eyes of the Griffin could
see right through them, and that he would know
when they told a falsehood.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said
the Griffin. "Go down to the very tail of the class,
and if you are not at the head in two days, I shall
know the reason why."

The next afternoon the boy was number one.
It was astonishing how much these children now
learned of what they had been studying. It was
as if they had been educated over again. The
Griffin used no severity toward them, but there
was a look about him which made them unwilling
to go to bed until they were sure they knew their
lessons for the next day.
The Griffin now thought that he ought to visit
the sick and the poor; and he began to go about
the town for this purpose. The effect upon the
sick was miraculous. All, except those who were
very ill indeed, jumped from their beds when they
hciard h.- ,aj; coming, and declared therrn:ih es
,:lu;de -,ei. TO thc-.e uh, 5 could np.r -ei tip. the
gv c hv ib: arid root: ci ...,_h-h oln ,': 'if [hen. had
,.-,r hclor,. thou hr t oif a. ni, dicmini but .1. hi:h
th: C rintin liid seenr ui ed i r, iari:u.-'. parti '-f' thie
i.:,rld:l and most of them ieco\ern:d. But. for ill
thar. they after\iard said thar. no matt:' hat
hFFpp'ned tl them t t. he', hropd that the:, should
rn ver again hae -uj:h a doctor c:.m tn i:. tl: t ir

bed-sides, feeling their pulses and looking at their
As for the poor, they seemed to have utterly
disappeared. All those who had depended upon
charity for their daily bread were now at work in
some way or other; many of them offering to do
odd jobs for their neighbors just for the sake of
their meals,- a thing which hadbeen seldom heard
of before in the town. The Griffin could find no
one who needed his assistance.
The summer had now passed, and the autumnal
equinox was rapidly approaching. The citizens
were in a state of great alarm and anxiety. The
Griffin showed no signs of going away, but seemed
to have settled himself permanently among them.


In a short time, the day for his semi-annual meal
would arrive, and then what would happen? The
monster would certainly be very hungry, and would
devour all their children.
Now they greatly regretted and lamented that
they had sent away the Minor Canon; he was
the only one on whom they could have depended
in this trouble, for he could talk freely with the
Griffin, and so find out what could be done. But
it would not do to be inactive. Some step must
be taken immediately. A meeting of the citizens
was called, and two old men were'appointed to go
and talk to the Griffin. They were instructed to
offer to prepare a splendid dinner for him on equinox
day,-one which would entirely satisfy his hunger.
They would offer him the fattest mutton, the most
tender beef, fish, and game of various sorts, and
anything of the kind that he might fancy. If none
of these suited, they were to mention that there
was an orphan asylum in the next town.
"Anything would be better," said the citizens,
"than to have our dear children devoured."
The old men went to the Griffin, but their pro-
positions were not received with favor.
From what I have seen of the people of this
town," said the monster, I do not think I could
relish anything that was ever prepared by them.
They appear to be all cowards, and, therefore,
mean and selfish. As for eating one of them, old
or young, I could n't think of it for a moment.
In fact, there was only one creature in the whole
place for whom I could have had any appetite, and
that is the Minor Canon, who has gone away.
He was brave, and good, and honest, and I think
I would have relished him."
Ah! said one of the old men very politely,
"in that case I wish we had not sent him to the
dreadful wilds "
What "cried the Griffin. "'What do you mean?.
Explain instantly what you are talking about "
The old man, terribly frightened at what he had
said, was obliged to tell how the Minor Canon had
been sent away by the people, in the hope that the
Griffin might be induced to follow him.
When the monster heard this, he became furious-
ly angry. He dashed away from the old men and,
spreading his wings, flew backward and forward
over the town. He was so much excited that his
tail became red-hot, and glowed like a meteor
against the evening sky. When at last he settled
down in the little field where he usually rested, and
thrust his tail into the brook, the steam arose like
a cloud, and the water of the stream ran hot
through the town. The citizens were greatly
frightened, and bitterly blamed the old man for
telling about the Minor Canon.
It is plain," they said, that the Griffin intend-

ed at last to go and look for him, and we should
have been saved. Now who can tell what misery
you have brought upon us."
The Griffin did not remain long in the little
field. As soon as his tail was cool he flew to the
town-hall and rang the bell. The citizens knew
that they were expected to come there, and al-
though they were afraid to go, they were still more
afraid to stay away; and they crowded into the
hall. The Griffin was on the platform at one end,
flapping his wings and walking up and down,
and the end of his tail was still so warm that it
slightly scorched the boards as he dragged it after
When everybody who was able to come was
there, the Griffin stood still and addressed the
I have had a contemptible opinion of you," he
said, "ever since I discovered what cowards you
were, but I had no idea that you were so ungrate-
ful, selfish, and cruel, as I now find you to be.
Here was your Minor Canon, who labored day and
night for your good, and thought of nothing else
but how he might benefit you and make you
happy; and as soon as you imagine yourselves
threatened with a danger,-for well I know you are
dreadfully afraid of me,- you send him off, car-
ing not whether he returns or perishes, hoping
thereby to save yourselves. Now, I had conceived
a great liking for that young man, and had in-
tended, in a day or two, to go and look him up.
But I have changed my mind about him. I shall
go and find him, but I shall send him back here
to live among you, and I intend that he shall en-
joy the reward of his labor and his sacrifices. Go,
some of you, to the officers of the church, who so
cowardly ran away when I first came here, and tell
them never to return to this town under penalty
of death. And if, when your Minor Canon comes
back to you, you do not bow yourselves before
him, put him in the highest place among you, and
serve and honor him all his life, beware of my ter-
rible vengeance! There were only two good
things in this town: the Minor Canon and the stone
image of myself over your church-door. One of
these you have sent away, and the other I shall
carry away myself."
With these words he dismissed the meeting, and
it was time, for the end of his tail had become so
hot that there was danger of its setting fire to the
The next morning, the Griffin came to the
church, and tearing the stone image of himself
from its fastenings over the great door, he grasped
it with his powerful fore-legs and flew up into the
air. Then, after hovering over the town for a
moment, he gave his tail an angry shake and took



up his flight to the dreadful wilds. When he
reached this desolate region, he set the stone
griffin upon a ledge of a rock which rose in front
of the dismal cave he called his home. There the
image occupied a position somewhat similar to
that it had had over the church-door; and the
Griffin, panting with the exertion of carrying such
an enormous load to so great a distance, lay down
upon the ground, and regarded it with much satis-
faction. When he felt somewhat rested he went
to look for the Minor Canon. He found the young
man, weak and half starved, lying under the
shadow of a rock. After picking him up and car-
rying him to his cave, the Griffin flew away to a
distant marsh, where he procured some roots and
herbs which he well knew were strengthening and
beneficial to man, though he had never tasted
them himself. After eating these the Minor Can-
on was greatly revived, and sat up and listened
while the Griffin told him what had happened in
the town.
Do you know," said the monster, when he had
finished, "that I have had, and still have, a great
liking for you ?"
"I am very glad to hear it," said the Minor
Canon, with his usual politeness.
"I am not at all sure that you would be," said
the Griffin, if you thoroughly understood the
state of the case, but we will not consider that now.
If some things were different, other things would be
otherwise. I have been so enraged by discovering
the manner in which you have been treated that I
have determined that you shall at last enjoy the
rewards and honors to which you are entitled. Lie
down and have a good sleep, and then I will take
you back to the town."
As he heard these words, a look of trouble came
over the young man's face.
You need not give yourself any anxiety," said
the Griffin, "about my return to the town. I
shall not remain there. Now that I have that
admirable likeness of myself in front of my cave,
where I can sit at my leisure, and gaze upon its
noble features and magnificent proportions, I
have no wish to see that abode of cowardly and
selfish people."
The Minor Canon, relieved from his fears, now

lay back, and dropped into a doze; and when he
was sound asleep the Griffin took him up, and
carried him back to the town. He arrived just
before day-break, and putting the young man
gently on the grass in the little field where he
himself used to rest, the monster, without having-
been seen by any of the people, flew back to his
When the Minor Canon made his appearance in
the morning among the citizens, the enthusiasm
and cordiality with which he was received was
truly wonderful. He was taken to a house which
had been occupied by one of the banished high
officers of the place, and every one was anxious
to do all that could be done for his health and
comfort. The people crowded into the church
when he held services, and the three old women
who used to be his week-day congregation could
not get to the best seats, which they had always
been in the habit of taking; and the parents of
the bad children determined to reform them at
home, in order that he might be spared the trou-
ble of keeping up his former school. The Minor
Canon was appointed to the highest office of the
old church, and before he died, he became a
During the first years after his return from the
dreadful wilds, the people of the town looked up to
him as a man to whom they were bound to do
honor and reverence; but they often, also, looked
up to the sky to see if there were any signs of the
Griffin coming back. However, in the course of
time, they learned to honor and reverence their
former Minor Canon without the fear of being
punished if they did not do so.
But they need never have been afraid of the
Griffin. The autumnal equinox day came round,
and the monster ate nothing. If he could not have
the Minor Canon, he did not care for anything. So,
lying down, with his eyes fixed upon the great
stone griffin, he gradually declined, and died. It
was a good thing for some of the people of the town
that they did not know this.
If you should ever visit the old town, you would
still see the little griffins on the sides of the
church; but the great stone griffin that was over
the door is gone.







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AFTER witnessing the widow's reception of her
son and the uncle's joy over the recovery of Dandy,
Eli Badger must have given them all credit for very
good acting, indeed, if he doubted for a moment the
entire truth of Kit's story. Even the horse gave
signs of feeling himself at home again and recog-
nizing his master.
"Excuse me for not noticin' you before," said
Uncle Gray, putting up a husky palm to shake
hands with Mr. Badger in the wagon. I was
struck all in a heap at seeing' my hoss ag'in."
Eli gave a not very good-natured grunt.
If anybody's to be struck in a heap, seems 's
if I'm the man," he said. Your gain is my loss."
"How so? Where d' ye find him? Uncle
Gray said, turning upon Christopher. How did
ye bring it about ? "
It was Branlow who stole him," Kit explained,
" and he sold him to Mr. Badger here for seventy
Seventy gimcracks ejaculated Uncle Gray,
aghast. Any dunce might know he 's worth twice
that." He was thinking of Branlow, but Eli ap-
plied the remark to himself.
I did know it," he growled. That's why I
bought him. And glad I am now, that I did n't
pay any more."
"To be sure," said Uncle Gray. "But did n't it
occur to you that no honest man would sell an
honest hoss like that for any such price? "
"I did n't know," said Eli, groutily. "He
told a pretty straight story. I was taken in,
that's all."
"I should say so. Taken in !" exclaimed Uncle
Gray. "I know the knave, and I 'm amazed that
any man with common sense and eyes in his head
should n't a' seen through him."
Mebby I 've got no common sense, and
mebby I 've got no eyes in my head," Eli mut-
tered, with dull fire in the place where eyes should
have been, if he had had any. "But I did n't
expect this."
Kit hastened to interpose between the two men.
"I got on Dandy's track again yesterday in
Peaceville, and followed him last night to Mr.
Badger's place in Southmere. And to-day-he
has been very kind"--the boy's voice faltered a
little-" he and Miss Badger have been so kind

as to bring me home with Dandy. And I 'm ever
so much obliged to them."
Cert'inly! certainly! so am I," said Uncle
Gray. Ever so much obliged! I 'm rej'iced to
see the hoss ag'in, and you too, Christopher.
You've done well, boy you've done well. Come
in, wont ye, all of ye ? "
"We can't stop," grumbled Eli.
We 'd be delighted," exclaimed Lydia, hasten-
ing to soften his blunt refusal, but we mutht be
driving back home."
Drivin' echoed Uncle Gray, with a jeal-
ous glance at Dandy Jim. I don't see jest how
you 're going to do that."
Then Christopher spoke up. "I promised
them; -I don't suppose they would have driven
over to let you identify the horse if I had n't
promised that they should have him to drive
home again."
You promised By what right? said Uncle
Gray, staring at Kit.
"I thought it fair," Kit replied. "And it
was certainly the easiest way to get the horse,-
better than to have to take witnesses over there,
or send an officer to seize him."
"Possibly possibly mused Uncle Gray, in
a half-relenting, half-reluctant tone.
"He can ride home with uth," said Lydia,
" thpend the night, and bring the horth back here
That 's the plan we spoke of," added Chris-
And a very good plan it is," said Aunt Gray.
"So now all come into the house. The tea-
kettle's boilin', and I '11 have a cup o' tea in a
few minutes, and I 've some new bread, baked
to-day; not much in the way of supper, but with
some slices of dried beef, and new honey, and pear-
sass, it 'll be better than nothing' 'fore ye start for
your long ride home."
At the mention of the honey, Uncle Gray looked
as if he hoped the invitation would be refused; and
Eli was still glum. But Lydia stepped lightly
from the buggy, reaching a hand down to Chris-
topher, and saying :
I only ask that you wont give yourself any
trouble about the thupper, Mithuth Gray. If you '11
promithe that, we '11 thop. Come, Pa! "
Kit's mother thought she could not stay for Aunt
Gray's tea. Her anxiety of mind regarding Chris-




topher having been so happily relieved, she felt
that she must hasten back to her own little home
in the village.
If you go over, you will have to walk, and you
wont gain anything," said Kit. After supper you
can ride with us."
So she consented to remain. And Kit was
happy. Dandy was in his stall, Uncle Gray having
thought it wise to take full possession of him, by
detaching him from Eli's wagon before letting
him go back to Southmere. The whole affair had
been arranged quite to the boy's satisfaction, and
but two or three things remained to trouble him.
There was that unpleasant business connected
with the justice's court in Duckford; he could not
forget that he had been committed to jail, and re-
leased only through the intervention of Elsie's
father, who had given bonds for his appearance
when wanted.
Then there was the question of his future home.
He was not eager to go back and live with Uncle
Gray, nor was he at all sure that Uncle Gray
would want him again on any terms. Eli's offer
did not enchant him, yet it was something which
he was afraid he ought not to refuse before con-
sulting his mother.
The last vestiges of Uncle Gray's asthmatic
wheeze seemed to have yielded to the stimulus of
joyful events; and at the tea-table he was in his
best spirits. He made friends with Eli, and even
asked Lydia to take a second dish of honey. He
talked cheerfully of the little drama in which
Dandy Jim had borne a part, and said that he now
regretted only one thing the escape of Branlow.
I 'd like to squeeze about seventy dollars out
of him muttered Eli, when the thief's name was
Kit, of course, had to tell of his Duckford ad-
venture. His mother was frightened at the bare
thought of his having been in the hands of a con-
stable; but Uncle Gray was in a mood to be
"The honestest boy in the county!" he de-
clared, turning to the Badgers. Whatever else
I say of him, I '11 say that. Taken for a hoss-
thief! Wal, wal; f'r instance "
"We all know he 'th honetht! lisped Miss
Lydia, giving Kit a significant smile, remembering
how recently he had been mistaken for a thief of
another sort. Kit blushed, and scowled depreca-
tingly in return, inwardly hoping that his last mis-
hap would not be mentioned, at least, in his
mother's presence.
"What 's become of the saddle?" Aunt Gray
inquired, her large face glowing with satisfaction
over the tea-pot she was liberally tipping.
I left that and the bridle with the Bentings,"

Kit replied. "It is my plan to go that way to-
morrow with Dandy, and bring them home I
mean," he quickly corrected himself, "bring
them here."
Well! said Aunt Gray, what 's the differ-
ence? This is your home, as it has been, and
as we expect it '11 continue to be in the future."
Kit did not cherish any very deep resentment
against Uncle Gray; still he thought that wor-
thy man had been quite as severe with him as cir-
cumstances required,-and he was glad to be able
to say, independently:
I don't know, Aunt. It may be I can be more
useful somewhere else. I've had a good offer."
An offer ? Uncle Gray lifted his hooked nose
and bristling forelock with a quick, disturbed
expression. What's the meaning' o' that ? "
Pa would like to have him go and live with
uth," said Miss Badger, while Mr. Badger was pre-
paring to speak.
"We '11 pay him well," said Eli.
"I have n't agreed to it yet," said Kit, for I
thought I ought to wait and see what my mother
would say."
Oh, Kit! exclaimed the widow. You know
I could n't bear to have you go so far away."
I thought of that," Kit replied. Yet I knew
you would think it better for me to be earning
stated wages, than to do as I have been doing here.
And since Uncle Gray is dissatisfied with me-
as he has good reason to be -"
He hesitated, and Eli Badger struck in:
"I never saw a boy before that I thought I
should like so well. I 'm wantin' just such a boy."
I have n't any brother," added Lydia, giving
the widow a persuasive smile. "It would be tho
nithe if he could come "
Evidently the subject had been talked over by
her and her father, before it was mentioned to Kit
on the road. It was not an agreeable one to Uncle
Gray. His hair seemed to grow more bristly, his
countenance more and more alarmed. Even his
"bronchial tubes" appeared again suddenly
affected. He was beginning to wheeze.
What does all this mean ? he frowningly in-
quired. "Christopher can't go to anybody else;
he's engaged to me. I b 'en thinking' for some time
o' payin' him something' regular; and I 've made
up my mind to allow him a hundred dollars this
year, b'sides board and clothing. "
He gave the boy and his mother a heroic look,
as if it had cost him a struggle to arrive at so lib-
eral a resolution.
"No, I can't spare Christopher! I 'm getting'
along in years," he added pathetically; "and-my
azmy's more terrible than ever. 'T wont be long
'fore I sh'll be slippin' my neck out o' the yoke,





while he slips his in, and hauls the load for me.
He's got one fault, and it has giv'n us some trouble,
but he 's gra'jally outgrowin' it, and he 's goin'
to outgrow it altogether. He takes hold well;
and I believe he's in the right place. Thought 1
might let him go and live with you, did ye ? "-
he continued, staring in amazement at Eli. "Wal,
f'r instance "
The widow's countenance shone with pleasure;
while Kit could hardly keep from laughing out-
right as he left the room to go upstairs and make
a change of clothing, before riding back to South-
mere with the Badgers.


ELSIE BENTING made no reply to Branlow's
sinister remark, but stood gazing after him, as he
rode off with his captors, under the broad shadows
of the autumn-tinted maples,-remembering, per-
haps, with what different feelings she had lately
watched the departure of her brothers with another.
prisoner,--when a well-dressed and tolerably good-
looking boy on horseback might have been seen
approaching from the opposite direction.
She did not notice him until, having watched
the wagon out of sight, she turned to renter the
house. Just then he reined his slowly pacing
horse up under the trees. She looked around,
but failed to recognize him at first.
You don't remember me," he said, with a smile.
The same smile with which he had bidden her
good-bye beneath those very trees; yet not quite
the same. In his best attire, having exchanged
his every-day clothes for his Sunday suit, and his
white base-ball cap for a neat brown-felt hat, like-
wise his mood of despair for one of hope and glad-
ness, he appeared very much changed to her eyes.
And yet she knew that smile.
In a moment she forgot the cause of her recent
excitement, in this new and joyful surprise.
"Remember you? Of course I do! was her
reply to Kit's remark. She noticed that he was
mounted on a dark-colored horse, which he rode
with only a bridle and a blanket. "You have found
your horse!" she exclaimed.
Yes," replied the blushing Christopher; and
I have come for the saddle and bridle."
"What good news !" She could hardly refrain
from clapping her hands as she added: "Father
and all will be so glad! But they are away. You
must stay and see them."
"That will be very agreeable," said Kit, with
bashful pleasure, as he slipped from the animal's
blanketed back to the ground.
"I hope you have the right horse this time!"

said Elsie, archly. "How much I have thought
of that strange mistake you made."
"Well, I have thought of it once or twice!"
said Christopher, standing, halter and hat in hand,
and answering her radiant laugh with a happy yet
embarrassed smile. "It got me into scrapes
enough! This is our Dandy; I must introduce
him to you. Miss Benting, this is Dandy; Dandy,
this is Miss Benting,-and she was my friend,
when I thought I had n't another in the world."
He spoke gayly, yet with a tender emotion
glistening in his honest blue eyes.
Dandy, I 'm delighted to make your acquaint-
ance said Elsie, touched by Kit's grateful words,
but hiding the quick feeling they called forth, in
the gentle act of caressing the horse's head.
Then turning again to Christopher, she inquired:
"Where did you find him ?"
Kit told how he had traced him to Southmere,
and had engaged Mr. Badger to drive him over to
East Adam, omitting from the narrative some un-
important particulars, such as the mishap of his
head coming in contact with Eli's club.
I rode back to Southmere with him last night,"
he added (omitting also all mention of Miss Bad-
ger, to whom he owed so much); "passed the
night at Mr. Badger's, and started to ride over here
as soon as I could conveniently get away this morn-
ing. The family were very kind to me, and would
have kept me all day if they could."
But you must spend the day with us Elsie
declared. Take your horse to the stable, wont
you? I 'll show you the way. But, oh! she ex-
claimed, suddenly, "I 've such a wonderful bit
of news for you When you 've heard it, I 'm
afraid you will wish to ride on after my brothers,
who have gone to the village with-you never can
guess whom "
Indeed, Kit was unable to make any guess at
all; and he could hardly credit his bewildered wits
when she told him of the capture of Branlow, but
a half-hour before.
Branlow! That fellow! Are you sure ?"
He remembered that it was a world of blunders
in which he had been moving for the past few
days; and the tidings seemed to him quite too
good to be true.
I am perfectly sure," replied Elsie. There
can't possibly be any mistake about my brothers'
having caught a realrogue and your rogue this
"Where 's my saddle, please?" cried the ex-
cited Christopher.
A minute before, he thought only of the happi-
ness that rose enticingly before him, when she sug-
gested his spending the day at Maple Park. But
the charming picture which filled his mind's eye




was dashed rudely into the background by this
astonishing piece of news, and he hurriedly threw
upon Dandy's back the saddle which Elsie showed
"You will come back here to dinner with my
brothers?" she said, as he put foot in stirrup and
mounted from the threshold of the barn.
If you wish it, I shall be pleased to,- that is,"
he added, laughingly, "if you think they wont
object to sitting at the same table with me "
Don't remember that she said. They 're
dreadfully ashamed of it, and they '11 be only too
glad to have you stay. Good-bye,- till then "
Waving his hand at her with a bright smile and
a joyful promise, he was off.



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even without his white cap; and they likewise
knew the horse, which they had once had in their
possession for a memorable quarter-of-an-hour, a
very good match, they agreed, for the one Kit
had ridden off in his place.
They greeted him joyfully, and if a doubt as to
Kit's honesty lingered in their minds, it must
have been quickly dispelled when they witnessed
the meeting between him and his supposed accom-
"Cash Branlow!" cried Kit, eagerly, "I am
glad to see you "
Branlow, standing between his sturdy young
guards, shrugged his shoulders and grinned, but
said nothing.

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THE Benting boys had taken their prisoner to
the office of the Duckford justice, who was absent,
and Charley had gone to hunt him up and find a
constable, when Kit rode up to the door which he
remembered so well.
Three faces, which he also remembered very
well indeed, greeted him from within as he dis-
mounted and stood holding Dandy's bridle on
the doorstep, Lon's in the foreground, Tom's in
the rear, and Branlow's sallow and cynical visage
The Bentings recognized him immediately,

Do you pretend you don't know me? or that
you never saw this horse before ? demanded the
indignant Christopher.
"I know you very well," Branlow replied;
"and I fancy I 've seen that horse. They say I
saddled the wrong one for you," and he could n't
help laughing maliciously at the merry recollec-
"You think you can make a joke of it, do
you? said Kit, with sparkling eyes.
My dear boy, it's a joke already, without any
help from me," replied Cassius. Think of your
looking me full in the face, and describing the
person who had been seen with your horse, while





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I took note of the particulars, ready to burst with
laughter all the while It 's the richest joke of
the season, and I hope you wont try to make any-
thing else of it. A joke 's a joke; let it pass, my
boy "
Kit regarded the "sallow complexion, dark,
checked suit, and narrow-brimmed straw hat," of
the young fellow of medium height, not much
over twenty," and blushed very red indeed, as he
remembered how he had described Branlow to
himself, while Branlow, reciting each item of the
inventory after him, gravely checked himself off
on his fingers !
But Christopher did not believe in jokes of that
I suppose," he said, you thought that a joke,
too, when you took this horse from my uncle's
stable, rode him to Peaceville, and sold him to
Eli Badger for seventy dollars Where is all that
money ? "
Branlow shrugged again. Not much of it has
staid in my pockets," he said, which was true
enough, he being one of that numerous class from
whom, as the proverb says, their money is soon
parted. It was, in fact, the loss of a large part of
the price of Dandy which had caused him to take
to the road again so soon, and so near the scene
of his last exploit.
You 've knocked down the peg with the ball
swinging the wrong way, in more senses than one,"
said Kit, remembering the little game he had seen
Cassius practicing at the cattle show, and the high
moral tone which that young gentleman had as-
sumed with regard to such things being permitted
by the managers of a county fair.
A fellow can't always be in luck," was Bran-
low's reckless response.
"Luck exclaimed Christopher. "I don't be-
lieve a rogue can ever be in luck, no matter how
well he seems to succeed for a time. Do you re-
member, Cassius Branlow, how my father talked
to you once about being honest, and minding your
obligations? I happened to overhear what he was
saying, but I never understood the meaning of it
till now."
"I remember something of the kind," replied
Branlow, his sinister look giving place to a more
sober expression. Your father was a good man,
and he gave me some good advice."

I wish you had followed it! Kit exclaimed,
touched by this frankness.
I should n't be here if I had," Branlow replied.
Kit remembered his own rough treatment when
captured by the youthful Bentings, and noticed
with a curious sensation that they had not taken
the precaution to tie the real rogue's hands.
"You shouldn't be partial in bestowing your
favors," he said, calling their attention to the cir-
"Oh, no," said Lon, carelessly. "We were
green at the trade when we began with you.
There 's nothing like getting used to a new line of
Judge West presently arrived, having been
found picking pears in his garden; and Branlow,
arraigned on a charge of purloining Elsie's scissors
and thimble, was committed to prison in default
of bail, his examination being appointed for the
following day.
On that occasion Kit and Eli Badger also ap-
peared as witnesses against, him, for appropriating
and fraudulently selling Dandy Jim; and still other
complaints were entered by people whose spoons
had been found in his bag,-for all which offences he
was brought to trial in December, and given seven
years to think them over, in the place which the
state provides for wrong-doers detected in such
irregular ways.
The charge against Kit was dropped, of course.

And his one fault ?
If he was not quite cured of that, we can at least
say that it has not since caused him any serious
mishap or inconvenience. At the same time he
will tell you that the experience gained by the
famous Dandy Jim adventure has been worth to
him infinitely more than it cost.
He not only dined that day with the Bentings
when Elsie invited him, but sat often at their
table afterward, her brothers nowise objecting,
they having become his ardent friends.
He went back to live with Uncle and Aunt Gray,
but it was on new terms, and with new hopes;
since his acquaintance with the family at Maple
Park had enlarged his ideas of a farmer's life,
quickened his aspirations, and filled his mind
and heart with visions of a noble life and a happy








A QUEER old person used to say-
And no one dared dispute him-
He 'd keep the time the proper way;
He 'd have his clock to suit him.

Whenever he grew drowsy, then,
Though daylight still shone bravely,
He 'd turn the hands around to ten
And don his night-cap gravely.

And when he saw the morning sun
Peep through the shutters keenly,
He 'd turn the hands right back to one
And slumber on serenely.

Whenever he was asked to tea,
Quite eager to begin it,
He 'd set the clock at half-past three
And start that very minute.


'T is said, moreover, when he found
His age increasing yearly,
He 'd turn the time-piece squarely round
And cease to wind it, merely.

'T is rumored, therefore, that, although
This very queer old party
Was born a hundred years ago,
He 's still quite hale and hearty !






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city chap,


As he flung his hook, well baited, and heard it
strike ker-flap !
"This cloudy day is just the one; the game
is sure to bite.
I '11 have a jolly basket- _
ful to show the-
folks, by night."


tAnd H! ha! ha!"
t.' l. i--d he happy lit-
tie fish,
" Now we are just as safe and sound as any one
could wish !
For we know about that funny thing that sits
upon the land,
And we 're not the fools he takes
Sus for, he 'll please to




POOR little bee It spends its days in gathering
nectar from the flowers to make into honey,-just
to have some bigger and stronger creature come
along and rob it of the fruits of its hard labor.
It is not only man who has a sweet tooth; a great
many other animals are just as fond of honey as
is he, and will do almost anything to obtain it;
that is, anything but work for it. For I very much
doubt if so much honey would be eaten if those
who like it had to make it, even supposing that
they knew how to make it.
Just think of it! Honey is chiefly sugar, and the
nectar from over three million flower-tubes is re-
quired to make one pound of sugar. Or, suppose
one very industrious little bee should decide to make
enough honey to contain a pound of sugar. It
would have to sip the nectar from fifty thousand
heads of clover in order to obtain the necessary
And yet after a bee colony has taken an immense
amount of trouble to lay away a goodly supply of
sweets for the little bees, a great bear, perhaps,
will thrust his shaggy paw into the nest and pull
out layer after layer of the white comb, dripping
with thick golden honey, and swallow them down,
like the gluttonous fellow that he is. And in re-
turn the poor bees can only sting, which can not
be any real satisfaction to them; for though they
may hurt the creature stung, they end their own
lives in the act.
In a great many countries, bees are kept for their
honey, just as cows are kept for their milk, and
are well cared for; but where people are too lazy
or too savage to keep bees, it is usually the custom
to steal honey from the wild bees and often to kill
most of the poor little creatures at the same time.
Usually, however, the bees are stupefied by the
smoke, so that they will not sting while the honey
is being removed.
Generally, wild honey-bees build their nests in
the hollows of trees, but there is a species in India
that builds great nests hanging from the branches
of high trees. Some of these nests are so large
that they can be seen more than a mile away. Of
course such a nest has quantities of honey in it.
Some of the natives of that part of the world live the
whole year long upon the proceeds of honey stolen
from these hanging hives. When a man discovers
a nest, he provides himself with a smoking torch
and climbs the tree. He stupefies some of the bees,
suffocates others, and burns the rest. Then he

steals the honey-laden comb and lowers it by means
of a cord to the ground.
In Africa the bees have a very hard time; for
there man has a sharp-eyed, active little friend to
help him find the carefully hidden honey. This
little friend is a bird,--a rascally, shiftless fellow,
that not only fails to build a home for its little
ones, but even goes so far as to make other birds
have all the trouble and worry of bringing up and
feeding them. Like the cuckoo, it puts its eggs
in the nests of other birds.
The "honey-guide," as it is called, is exceedingly
fond of honey; or, if it can not have that, is very
well satisfied with young bees. It is only about the
size of a lark, and so is not specially fitted for en-
countering a swarm of bees fighting in defense of
their home. Once in a while, it tries to rob a nest,
but it is usually well punished for doing so. The little
bees seem to know that their stings can not injure
the feather-covered body of the bird, and accord-
ingly they direct their attacks at the eyes of the
robber; and if the bird does not escape in time, it
will be blinded, and so perish of starvation.
However, the honey-guide is seldom so foolish
as to run any such risk. It prefers to have some
one else steal the honey, and is content with a
small portion for its share. It is said sometimes to
guide the ratel, an animal of the weasel family,
to the nest; and it certainly often does wait near
by, while the ratel, which is very fond of both bees
and honey, rifles the nest. Before the honey is
all gone, little Honey-guide usually contrives to
have a taste.
Whether the bird guides the ratel or not, it
unquestionably does guide men to the bees' nests.
When it has found a nest, it darts away in search
of a man. As soon as it sees one, it hovers over
him, flies about his head, perches near him, or
flutters here and there in front of him, all the time
chattering vigorously. The native knows in a
moment what the little bird means; and as he
loves honey as a child does candy, only something
that is very important will prevent his accepting
the honey-guide's invitation. When he is ready
to follow, he whistles; and the bird seems to
understand the signal, for it at once flies on, for a
short distance and waits till the man is near, and
then flies on a few yards farther. In this way
the bird leads the man until the nest is reached.
Then it suddenly changes its twitter for a peculiar
note, and either hovers over the nest for a moment,


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...r ,:..'iplacently sits down and
S let; the man find the nest, as
b-r. h,- ti:.Ln.
When it is found, the bees are
sniokd i:ut with a torch or with
a fire of leaves, according to the
he i h n the nestfrom the ground
A small portion of the honey is
given to the bird as its share of
the plunder. If the little fellow
has htid honey enough, it disap-
pea Is; but if, as is usually the
case, it receives only enough to
h-.i iis appetite, it will lead
rt. another nest, and some-
t r,.-s even to a third.
I. n.:e in a while, a man who
i, running after the little
bird finds himself sud-
denly face to face with
a wild beast or serpent.
This is likely enough
S in a country that is
so well supplied with
both. But the na-
-. tives say that the
-. honey-guide is natu-
rally wicked,and that it
sometimes leads unsus-
p. :.:ing men into traps for
the mr.:, pleasure of villainy.
Ci-ar ful observers, however,
rnmi;rt -;r rhat this is not true.
In A u .tralia, where there is no
little bird to find honey for him,
the 1 atr I adopts a very peculiar
pl.in Ifr discovering the hidden
,ttl':.. He knows that bees
ne, eil r ; rderveryfarfromhome,
:I;,:l:m more than two miles;
and Ih also knows that when a
bL,- ;i !.:i.n with honey it makes,
:i. ni-:rl, as possible, a straight
!in,. .1- !i.:.me. All that is neces-
ir, th.:r., is to find a bee that
: :li I en and follow it. But
that 2r ; ore easily said than
.:1.i.: .or although it is quite
.:., -letermine whether the
L.:.: !:i .1 full cargo, it is difficult
Il.. .ol it. Any boy who has
ii ..,j .:. Follow the big and gay-
:I....i-:ld i.atmble-bee to its nest
In, i.,: li.:.h great a task it is. But
tl.:r .:. :t mere trifle to following
ri.: -:.b,: r little honey-bee, which
can be lost, like a dream, against


a gray-colored hill-side. Moreover, a half-dozen
other bees may cross its path, and then you can
imagine how difficult it would become to distinguish
the homeward-bound bee from the others. That
sort of a wild-bee chase would be little better than
the traditional wild-goose chase.
In order to be followed, the bee must have a
distinguishing mark that can be easily seen, and
with such a badge, the Australian provides it. He
simply gums a small tuft of white cotton to the
bee's back, and is thus enabled to follow it with
comparative ease. A bee carrying a load of honey,
and with a miniature bale of cotton on its back,
can not fly very swiftly.
But the question now comes up, how is the
cotton to be put upon the bee's back? The gum
is quickly found-it is on almost any tree; the
cotton grows right at hand. The bee, too, is
found in almost any sweet flower, buried head first
in the dusty pollen, drinking in the nectar and
showing quite plainly whether its honey-sac is
full or empty. It moves a little in its eager haste
to secure the delicious liquid, but perhaps a quick
dab will fasten the cotton on its back.-Do not
try it. As the little boy told his mother, the bee
is a very quick kicker."
Watch the Australian,-and he a very stupid
fellow, too, in most things. He fills his mouth
with water, has his snowy tuft of cotton ready
gummed, finds his bee, gently drenches it with
water spurted from his mouth, picks it up while
it is still indignantly shaking itself free from the
water which clogs its wings, and with a dexterous
touch he affixes in a instant the tell-tale cotton.
Very much out of patience, no doubt, with the
sudden and unexpected rain-storm, the bee rubs off
the tiny drops from its wings, tries them, rubs again,
and soon-buzz buzz away it goes, unconsciously
leading destruction and pillage to its happy home ;

for a few yards behind it runs the honey-hungry sav-
age, his vigilant eye fixed on the moving white speck,:
which is to carry him to so sweet a destination.
We, who use millions of pounds of sugar and
hundreds of thousands of pounds of honey every
year, need not be surprised that the savage, who
has only honey for sweetness, should be eager to
use every effort to obtain it. The human family
doubtless needs a great deal of sweetening, for
vast quantities of honey and sugar are used all
over the world.
In ancient times honey was almost the only
sweetening substance used, and it was consequently
very highly valued. The promised land was de-
scribed to the Israelites as flowing with milk and
honey, and that, to them, was as much as a land
full of gold to the men of these times. And it was
not merely what is called a figure of speech to
say that Palestine flowed with milk and honey, for
where cows thrive, bees thrive; and to this day
there is no part of the world where honey is so
plentiful as in Palestine.
In Judea, particularly, there are so many wild
bees, that many of the inhabitants gain a liveli-
hood simply by gathering honey from the crevices
in rocks and hollows in trees. One traveler says
that the trees in the forests in the Holy Land do,
in truth, "flow" with honey, for the fat combs full
of it hang from the trees on every hand.
Honey is good, but it is not safe to eat every
kind of honey you may chance to find; for, honey
made from poisonous flowers is usually poisonous
also. This poisonous honey is found in all parts
of the world, and accordingly, when you find a
nest of wild bees, look carefully about and see if
there are many poisonous flowers growing in the
neighborhood. If so, be resolute, and abstain
from eating the honey. For thus you will be good
to yourself and to the hard-working bees, as well.



WHEN Mamma was a little girl
(Or so they say to me),
She never used to romp and run,
Nor shout and scream with noisy fun,
Nor climb an apple-tree.
She always kept her hair in curl,--
When Mamma was a little girl.

When Mamma was a little girl
(It seems to her, you see),
She never used to tumble down,
Nor break her doll, nor tear her gown,
Nor drink her papa's tea.
She learned to knit, "plain," "seam," and "purl,"-
When Mamma was a little girl.

But grandma says,-it must be true,-
" How fast the seasons o'er us whirl!
Your Mamma, dear, was just like you,
When she was grandma's little girl!"





':lsl b t V i
V .' 0i f. I' --

L 'v E I s .. .

H : E I : Lr: l.I.- I -i1
confusion in the Imper-
ial Palace of Theodosius
*- tthe Little, Emperor of
the East. Now, this
-- --- Theodosius was called
the Little" because,
though he bore the name
of his mighty grandfather, Theodosius the Great,
emperor of both the east and west, he had as yet
done nothing worthy any other title than that
of the Little," or "Child." For Theodosius,
emperor though he was called, was only a boy
of twelve and not a very bright boy, at that.
His father, Arcadius the Emperor, and his
mother, Eudoxia the Empress, were dead; and in
the great palace at Constantinople, in this year of
grace, 413, Theodosius, the boy emperor, with his
three sisters, Pulcheria, Marina, and Arcadia,
alone were left to uphold the tottering dignity and
the empty name of the once mighty Empire of the
East, which their great ancestors, Constantine and
Theodosius, had established and strengthened.
And now there was confusion in the imperial
palace; for word came in haste from the Dacian
border that Ruas, king of the Huns, sweeping
down from the east, was ravaging the lands along
the Upper Danube, and with his host of barbarous
warriors was defeating the legions and devastating
the lands of the empire.
The wise Anthemius, prefect of the east, and
governor or guardian of the young emperor, was

.r.ri!, J irurl[...:! I:. the tidings of this new inva-
sion. Already he had repelled at great cost the
first advance of these terrible Huns and had quelled
into a sort of half submission the less ferocious
followers of Ulpin the Thracian; but now he knew
that his armies along the Danube were in no con-
dition to withstand the hordes of Huns, that, pouring
in from distant Siberia, were following the lead of
Ruas, their king, for plunder and booty, and were
even now encamped scarce two hundred and
fifty miles from the seven gates and the triple walls
of splendid Constantinople.
Turbaned Turks, mosques and minarets, muftis
and cadis, veiled eastern ladies, Mohammedans
and muezzins, Arabian Nights and attar of roses,
bazars, dogs and donkeys-these, I suppose, are
what Constantinople suggests whenever its name
is mentioned to any girl or boy of to-day,-the
capital of modern Turkey, the city of the Sub-
lime Porte. But the greatest glory of Constanti-
nople was away back in the early days before the
time of Mohammed, or of the Crusaders, when it was
the center of the Christian religion, the chief and
gorgeous capital of a Christian empire, and the
residence of Christian emperors,-from the days of
Constantine the conqueror to those of Justinian the
Law-giver and of Irene the empress. It was the
metropolis of the eastern half of the great Roman
Empire, and during this period of over five hun-
dred years all the wealth and treasure of the east
poured into Constantinople, while all the glories of
the empire, even the treasures of old Rome itself,

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were drawn upon to addrn and beautify this rival
city by the Golden Horn. And so in the days of
Theodosius the Little, the court of Constantinople,
although troubled with fear of barbarian invasion
and attack, glittered with all the gorgeousness and
display of the most magnificent empire in the world.
In the great daphne, or central space of the im-
perial palace, the prefect Anthemius, with the
young emperor, the three princesses and their
gorgeously arrayed nobles and attendants, awaited,
one day, the envoys of Ruas the Hun, who sought
lands and power within the limits of the empire.
They came, at last, great, fierce-looking fel-
lows, not at all pleasant to contemplate-big-
boned, broad-shouldered, flat-nosed, swarthy and
small-eyed, with shaggy skins, leather armor,
wolf-crowned helmets, and barbaric decorations,
and the royal children shrunk from them in terror,
even as they watched them with wondering curios-
ity. Imperial guards, gleaming in golden armor,
accompanied them, while with the envoys came also
a small retinue of Hunnish spearmen as escort.
And in the company of these, the Princess Pulcheria
noted a lad of ten or twelve years-- short, swarthy,
big-headed and flat-nosed like his brother barba-
rians, but with an air of open and hostile supe-
riority that would not be moved even by all the
glow and glitter of an imperial court.
Then Eslaw, the chief of the envoys of King
Ruas the Hun, made known his master's demands:
So much land, so much treasure, so much in the
way of concession and power over the lands along
the Danube, or Ruas the king would sweep down
with his warriors and lay waste the cities and lands
of the empire.
"These be bold words," said Anthemius the
prefect. And what if our lord the Emperor shall
say thee nay?"
But ere the chief of the envoys could reply, the
lad whose presence in the escort the Princess Pul-
cheria had noted, sprang into the circle before the
throne, brandishing his long spear in hot defiance.
Dogs and children of dogs, ye dare not say us
nay !" he cried harshly. Except we be made the
friends and allies of the Emperor, and are given
full store of southern gold and treasure, Ruas the
king shall overturn these your palaces and make
you all captives and slaves. It shall be war be-
tween you and us forever. Thus saith my spear "
And as he spoke he dashed his long spear upon
the floor, until the mosaic pavement rang again.
Boy emperor and princesses, prefect and nobles,
and imperial guards sprang to their feet as the
spear clashed on the pavement, and even the bar-
barian envoys, while they smiled grimly at their
young comrade's energy, pulled him hastily back.
But ere the prefect Anthemius could sufficiently

master his astonishment to reply, the young Prin-
cess Pulcheria faced the savage envoys, and point-
ing to the cause of the disturbance, asked calmly:
Who is this brawling boy, and what doth he
here in the palace of the Emperor ?"
And the boy made instant and defiant answer:
"I am Attila, the son of Mundzuk, kinsman to
Ruas the king and deadly foe to Rome."
Good Anthemius," said the clear, calm voice
of the unterrified girl, were it not wise to tell this
wild young prince from the northern forest that the
great Emperor hath gold for his friends, but only
iron for his foes ? 'Tis ever better to be friend than
foe. Bid, I pray, that the arras of the Hippodrome
be parted, and let our guests see the might and
power of our arms."
With a look of pleased surprise at this bold
stroke of the Princess, the prefect clapped his
hands in command, and the heavily brocaded cur-
tain that screened the gilded columns parted as if
by unseen hands, and the Hunnish envoys, with a
gaze of stolid wonder, looked down upon the great
Hippodrome of Constantinople.
It was a vast inclosure, spacious enough for
the marshaling of an army. Around its sides ran
tiers of marble seats, and all about it rose gleaming
statues of marble, of bronze, of silver and of gold-
Augustus and the emperors, gods and goddesses
of the old pagan days, heroes of the eastern and
western empires. The bright oriental sun stream-
ed down upon it and, as the trumpets sounded
from beneath the imperial balcony, there filed into
the arena the glittering troops of the empire,
gorgeous in color and appointments, with lofty
crests and gleaming armor, with shimmering spear-
tips, prancing horses, towering elephants and
mighty engines of war and siege, with archers and
spearmen, with sounding trumpets and swaying
standards and, high over all, the purple labarum,
woven in gold and jewels,--the sacred banner of
Constantine. Marching and counter-marching,
around and around, and in and out until it seemed
well-nigh endless, the martial procession passed
before the eyes of the northern barbarians, watch-
ful of every movement, eager as children to wit-
ness this royal review.
These are but as a handful of dust amid the
sands of the sea to the troops of the empire," said
the prefect Anthemius, when the glittering rear-
guard had passed from the Hippodrome. And the
Princess Pulcheria added, "And these, 0 men from
the north, are to help and succor the friends of the
great Emperor even as they are for the terror and
destruction of his foes. Bid the messengers from
Ruas the king consider, good Anthemius, whether
it were not wiser for their master to be the friend
rather than the foe of the Emperor, and whether it





would not be in keeping with his valor and his
might to be made one of the great captains of the
empire, with a yearly stipend of many pounds of
gold as the recompense of the Emperor for his
service and his love."
Again the Prefect looked with pleasure and sur-
prise upon this wise young girl of fifteen, who had
seen so shrewdly and so well the way to the hearts
of these northern barbarians, to whom gold and
warlike display were as meat and drink.
You hear the words of this wise young maid,"

and fifty pounds of gold, good Anthemius, and
let our guests bear to Ruas the king pledges and
tokens of the Emperor's friendship."
"And bid, too, that they do leave yon barba-
rian boy at our court as hostage of their faith,"
demanded young Theodosius the Emperor, now
speaking for the first time and making a most
stupid blunder at a critical moment.
For, with a sudden start of revengeful indigna-
tion, young Attila the Hun turned to the boy Em-
peror: "I will be no man's hostage," he cried.





he said. "Would it not please Ruas the king to be
the friend of the Emperor, a general of the Empire,
and the acceptor, on each recurring season of the
Circensian games, of full two hundred pounds of
gold as recompense for service and friendship ?"
"Say, rather, three hundred pounds," said
Eslaw, the chief of the envoys, "and our master
may, perchance, esteem it wise and fair." .
"Nay, it is not for the great Emperor to chaf-
fer with his friends," said. Pulcheria, the princess.
" Bid that the stipend be fixed at three hundred

"Freely I came, freely will I go! Come down
from thy bauble of a chair and thou and I will try,
even in your circus yonder, which is the better boy,
and which should rightly be hostage for faith and
promise given "
How now exclaimed the boy Emperor, alto-
gether unused to such uncourtier-like language;
"this to me! And the hasty young Hun con-
tinued :
Ay, this and more! I tell thee, boy, that were
I Ruas the king, the grass should never grow where



the hoofs of my war-horse trod; Scythia should be
mine; Persia should be mine; Rome should be
mine. And look you, Sir Emperor, the time shall
surely come when the king of the Huns shall be
content not with paltry tribute and needless office,
but with naught but Roman treasure and Roman
slaves! "
But into this torrent of words came Pulcheria's
calm voice again. "Nay, good Attila, and nay, my
brother and my lord," she said. "'T were not
between friends and allies to talk of tribute nor of
slaves, nor yet of hostage. Freely
you came; freely go; and let this
pledge tell of friendship between
Theodosius the Emperor and Ruas
the King." And, with a step for-
ward, she flung her own broad
chain of gold around the stout and
swarthy neck of the defiant young
So, through a girl's ready tact and
quiet speech, was the terror of barba-.
rian invasion averted. Ruas the Hun
rested content for years with his an-
nual salary of three hundred and fifty
pounds of gold, or over seventy thou-
sand dollars, and his title of General
of the Empire; while not for twenty i11
years did the hot-headed young At- "j
tila make good his threat against the ,
Roman power.
Anthemius the prefect, like the
wise man he was, recognized the
worth of the young Princess Pulche-
ria; he saw how great was her in-
fluence over her brother the Emperor,
and noted with astonishment and -...
pleasure her words of wisdom and .-
her rare common sense.
Rule thou in my place, 0 Prin-
cess!" he said, soon after this in-
terview with the barbarian envoys.
"Thou, alone, of all in this broad
empire, art best fitted to take lead
and direction in the duties of its gov-
Pulcheria, though a wise young girl, was pru-
dent and conscientious.
Such high authority is not for a girl like me,
good Anthemius," she replied. "Rather let me
shape the ways and the growth of the Emperor
my brother, and teach him how best to maintain
himself in a deportment befitting his high estate,
so that he may become a wise and just ruler; but
do thou bear sway for him until such time as he
may take the guidance on himself."
Nay, not so, Princess," the old prefect said.

" She who can shape the ways of a boy may guide
the will of an empire. Be thou, then, Regent and
Augusta, and rule this'empire as becometh the
daughter of Arcadius and the granddaughter of
the great Theodosius."
And as he desired, so it was decided. The Senate
of the East decreed it and, in long procession, over
flower-strewn pavements and through gorgeously
decorated streets, with the trumpets sounding their
loudest, with swaying standards, and rank upon
rank of imperial troops, with great officers of the

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government and throngs of palace attendants, this
young girl of sixteen, on the fourth day of July, in
the year 414, proceeded to the Church of the Holy
Apostles, and was there publicly proclaimed Pul-
cheria Augusta, Regent of the East, solemnly
accepting the trust as a sacred and patriotic duty.
And, not many days after, before the high altar
of this same Church of the Holy Apostles, Pulche-
ria the princess stood with her younger sisters,
Arcadia and Marina, and with all the impressive
ceremonial of the Eastern Church, made a solemn





vow to devote their lives to the keeping of their
father's heritage and the assistance of their only
brother; to forswear the world and all its allure-
ments; never to marry; and to be in all things
faithful and constant to each other in this their
promise and their pledge.
And they were faithful and constant. The story
of those three determined young maidens, yet
scarcely "in their teens," reads almost like a page
from Tennyson's beautiful poem, The Princess,"
with which many of my girl readers are doubtless
familiar. The young Regent and her sisters, with
their train of attendant maidens, renounced the
vanity of dress,-wearing only plain and simple
robes; they spent their time in making garments
for the poor, and embroidered work for church
decorations; and with song and prayer and frugal
meals, interspersed with frequent fasts, they kept
their vow to forswear the world and its allure-
ments" in an altogether strict and monotonous
manner. Of course this style of living is no more
to be recommended to healthy, hearty, fun-loving
girls of fifteen than is its extreme of gayety and
indulgence, but it had its effect in those bad old
days of dissipation and excess, and the simplicity
and soberness of this wise young girl's life in the
very midst of so much power and luxury, made
even the worst elements in the empire respect and
honor her.
It would be interesting, did space permit, to
sketch at length some of the devisings and doings
of this girl regent of sixteen. She superintended
with extraordinary wisdom," says the old chroni-
cler Sozemon, the transactions of the Roman
government," and afforded the spectacle," says
Ozanam, a later historian, "of a girlish princess of

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sixteen, granddaughter and sole inheritor of the
genius and courage of Theodosius the Great, gov-
erning the empires of the east and west, and being
proclaimed on the death of her brother, Augusta,
Impferatrix, and mistress of the world "
This last event-the death of Theodosius the
Younger-occurred in the year 449, and Pulcheria
ascended the golden throne of Constantinople-
the first woman that ever ruled as sole Empress
of the Roman world.
She died July 18, 453. That same year saw the
death of her youthful acquaintance, Attila the
Hun, that fierce barbarian whom men had called
the "Scourge of God." His mighty empire stretched
from the great wall of China to the Western Alps;
but, though he ravaged the lands of both eastern
and western Rome, he seems to have been so man-
aged or controlled by the wise and peaceful meas-
ures of the girl regent that his destroying hordes
never troubled the splendid city by the Golden
Horn which offered so rare and tempting a booty.
It is not given to the girls of to-day to have any-
thing like the magnificent opportunities of the
young Pulcheria. But duty in many a form faces
them again and again, while not unfrequently the
occasion comes for sacrifice of comfort or for devo-
tion to a trust. To all such the example of this
fair young princess of old Constantinople, who,
fifteen centuries ago, saw her duty plainly and
undertook it simply and without hesitation, comes
to strengthen and incite; and the girl who feels
herself overwhelmed by responsibility, or who is
fearful of her own untried powers, may gather
strength, courage, wisdom, and will from the story
of this historic girl of the long ago-the wise young
Regent of the East, Pulcheria of Constantinople.

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As BROWNIES rambled round
oo,u nrh-A,

A r,nd t dri,.; t.ii ,-_ .Td ,I'll' I"
A bojr cit- placi.', ,r> tl-i' ii' .

The scholars came, with smile or whine,
Each morning, at the stroke of nine.
" This is," said one, the place, indeed,
Where children come to write and read.
'T is here, through rules and rods to suit,
The young idea learns to shoot;
And here the truant with a grin,
In nearest neighbor pokes the pin,

Or sighs to break his whittled slate
And spring at once to man's estate.
How oft from shades of yonder grove
I 've viewed at eve the shouting drove,
As from the door they crowding broke
Like oxen from beneath the yoke,
When necks are galled and sides are sore
From treatment never known before."




Another spoke: "The teacher's chair,
The ruler, pen, and birch are there;
The blackboard hangs against the wall;
The slates at hand, the books and all.
We might go in to read and write
And master sums like scholars bright."
"I '11 play," cried one, "the teacher's part;
I know some lessons quite by heart,
And every section of the land
To me is plain as open hand."

And those who train the budding mind
Should own a disposition kind.
The rod looks better on the tree
Than resting by the master's knee;
I 'll be the teacher, if you please;
I know the rivers, lakes, and seas,
And, like a banker's clerk, can throw
The figures nimbly in a row.
I have the patience, love, and grace,
So requisite in such a case."


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"With all respect, my friend, to you,"
Another said, "that would not do.
You 're hardly fitted, sir, to rule;
Your place should be the dunce's stool.
You 're not with great endowments blessed;
Besides, your temper 's not the best,

The more they talked, the stronger grew
The wish to prove how much they knew.
From page to page through books to pass
And spell the words that tried the class;
So through their skill they soon obtained
Access to all the room contained.


Then desk and bench, on every side,
Without delay were occupied;
Some bent above a slate or book,
And some at blackboards station took.
They clustered round the globe with zeal,
And kept it turning like a wheel;
It seemed to yield them more delight
Than aught they found throughout the

Said one, "I 've often heard it said,
The world is rounder than your head,
And people all about it 'crawl,
Like flies around a rubber ball.
And here, indeed, we find it true,
With both the poles at once in view,
With latitudes and each degree
All measured out on land and sea."

Another said, I thought I knew
The world from Maine to Timbuctoo,
Or could, without a guide, have found
My way from Cork to Puget Sound;
But here so many things I find
That never dawned upon my mind,
On sundry points, I blush to say,
I 've been a thousand miles astray."

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t- ii;1 il'p .,!l ,'

Are set apart for Hottentots.
And see the rivers small and great,
That drain a Province or a State;
The name and shape of every nation;
Their faith, extent, and population;

"'T is like an egg," another cried,
"A little longer than it 's wide,
With islands scattered through the seas
Where savages may live at ease;
And buried up in Polar snows
You find the hardy Eskimos;
While here and there some scorching spots

And whether governed by a king,
A President, or Council ring."

While some with such expressions bold
Surveyed the globe as round it rolled,
Still others turned to ink and pen,
And, spreading like a brooding hen,




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They scrawled a page to show the band
Their special "style," or "business hand."
The teacher had enough to do,
To act his part to nature true:
He lectured well the infant squad;
He rapped the desk and shook the rod,
And stood the dunce upon the stool,
A laughing-stock to all the school.
But frequent changes please the crowd,
So lengthy reign was not allowed;
And when one master had his hour,
Another took the rod of power;
And thus they changed to suit the case,
Till many filled the honored place.
So taken up was every mind
With fun and study well combined,
They noticed not the hours depart,
Until the sun commenced to dart

A sheaf of lances, long and bright,
Above the distant mountain height;
Then from the school-room, in a heap,
They jumped and tumbled, twenty-deep,
In eager haste to disappear
In deepest shade of forests near.

When next the children gathered there,
With wondering faces fresh and fair,
It took an hour of morning prime,
According to the teacher's time,
To get the books in place once more,
And order to the room restore.
So great had been the haste to hide,
The windows were left open wide;
While over slates and books and walls
Remained the pen and pencil scrawls;-
And scholars knew, without a doubt,
That cunning Brownies were about.



JACK HUNT, pitcher of the Stafford
base-ball club, was in trouble. It was
Monday, and the final and deciding game
between the Stafford and the Danville clubs was
called for the next Saturday; and "unless," as
Jack said, something "turned up," his club would
be sure to lose the rubber." Each nine had won
a game; and so they would meet for the final
struggle on an apparently even footing. But really
the chances greatly favored the Danville club, which
had recently taken in some older players, who
greatly strengthened their nine. They were all
lusty young fellows. Not one was under eighteen
years of age, and several were out of their teens.
But Sanborn, the Stafford's first baseman and cap-
tain, was barely eighteen, and the ages of his men
ranged from fifteen to seventeen.
Jack Hunt was a well-built lad of sixteen.
which was also the age of Winfield Scott Hancock
Bliss, the Stafford catcher.
And I must say a word also, at the outset, about
Win. He was a Boston boy, spending his sum-
mer on the farm belonging to Jack's father, who
happened to be his uncle. He was of a rather
short and thick-set figure, with big black eyes that
glowed like coals of fire when he was excited.
Win had made good use of the gymnasium at
school in the city and was really quite an athlete.
He could jump two feet farther and nearly three

feet higher than any of his Stafford friends. Any
other member of the nine could throw him in a
wrestle, but not one of them could knock off his
You have the strength," he used to say to
them, "but I tell you 'science' is the thing that
wins "
After supper, thatMonday, Jack and Win started
together for the village, where a conference of the
nine was to be held on the piazza of the main store.
The pitcher's face was still gloomy, for he knew
from sad experience that the Danville fellows
asked no better sport than to bat his pitching.
The other players were less downcast, but all
looked serious. The whole club was on hand
in answer to the call. Besides the pitcher and
catcher, there was Captain Sanborn, first baseman;
Abe Blanchard, second baseman; Will Bailey,
third baseman; Harley Esden, short-stop; Jack
Steele, left-field; Am Ricker, center; and Sim
Clarke, right.
The dignified captain called the meeting to
I have asked for this meeting," he said, clear-
ing his throat, "to see what was best to 'be done



about the Danville game. We all know that we
've only a small prospect of winning. We play
just as good a game in the field as the Danville
fellows, but we can't begin to equal them at the
bat. I went to see them play the Barnets on
Saturday, and I tell you they hit very hard. Be-
sides, they have a new pitcher, and he throws like
"Then we might just as well give it up in ad-
vance," said Jack, whose small amount of courage
had already slowly oozed away.
No, sir, we 're going to play 'em, anyhow,"
responded the resolute captain. "And we have
just one chance of beating them; and that is to
break up their batting."
"You '11 have to put in a new pitcher, then,"
returned Jack.
"Nonsense. There is no use in talking about
that," said Captain Sanborn. "You're the best
pitcher in the nine, Jack,-by all odds the best.
I do wish, though- "
Well, what?" said Jack, as the captain hesi-
I wish you could learn to curve 'em. Don't
you suppose you could ? "
I know I can't," was Jack's despondent answer.
"I've tried, and tried, but can not get the trick
of it."
There was silence for a moment, and then began
a long discussion, in which his fellow-players sought
both to cheer Jack's drooping spirits and to devise
some plan of action that should promise to bring
them success in the great game to be played on
"Well, boys," said the captain, finally, "let
every man do the best he can-that's all. We
must keep our courage up. We 've beaten them
once and we may beat again. And if not, we '11
make them earn the victory, at any rate."
So the sober conference was ended and the boys
walked slowly to their homes. Late in the night
Win heard Jack mutter in his sleep, If I only
could curve 'em "


"WAKE up, Jack! Wake up, quick!"
screamed Win in the ear of the sleepy pitcher
the next morning "I have an idea-a great
scheme Come, come !"
What 's the row?" grunted Jack, rubbing his
"Did you see that tall fellow, in the checked
suit, at the hotel last night ? asked Win.
Jack nodded sleepily.
"Well, sir, he is the base-ball editor of the
Boston Trumpet. I 'm sure of it. I knew I 'd

seen him before, and it just flashed upon me
where. He is just the man we want. Hurry, or
he '1l have gone 1"
What if he has ? he can't play for us," said Jack.
"I know that. But don't you understand?
Are you asleep yet? He 'Il show you how to
curve "
W-h-a-t! Jack was wide awake now.
"Curves, curves,-don't you see? He knows
all about 'em," said Win, eagerly. Come on "
It took Jack just ten minutes, by Win's watch,
to dress, breakfast, and start on the run for the
summer hotel.
When they sent up their names, they received
in answer the message that the gentleman was
not up yet, but would they not wait? "
Wait! well, I should say so replied Jack,
with unnecessary energy.
An hour later, a tall, pleasant-looking young
man sauntered into the office from the breakfast-
room. It was the base-ball editor of the Trumpet,
just arrived to spend a short vacation among the
Green Mountains.
Win was nervous, as he advanced to meet them.
Is this-the-Trumpet? he finally burst out.
"What did you say?" inquired the young
I mean," corrected the stammering catcher,
"is this the base-ball editor of the Trumpet? "
The young man finished lighting a cigar, blew
a whiff of smoke, and acknowledged his identity
with a nod.
"Well, sir, we want the 'curves,' please," said
eager Win.
The what?" asked the young man wonder-
ingly, while Jack sidled toward the door.
"It seems to me I never was so stupid!"
replied Win, hastily. "Why, we came to ask
if you would n't show our pitcher how to curve
'em. We 're to play a match game next Satur-
day, and we 've got to do something desperate or
we '11 get beaten out of our boots. Can't you
show him how to curve ?"
The now enlightened base-ball editor smiled,
blew another whiff of smoke, winked, and asked,
"Where is he ? "
"Who? inquired Win.
Your pitcher, of course. You don't want the
right fielder to curve, do you? "
Of course not," said Win, laughing. Here's
our pitcher. Jack, this is the base-ball editor of
the Trumpet."
Jack bowed and the base-ball editor held out his
hand and looked carefully at Jack's.
"Are you strong in the wrist?" he finally
Yes, sir, I think so," said Jack.



Let me feel your arm."
Jack extended it toward him, saying: I ought
to have some muscle; I 've worked on the farm
all summer."
You did n't get that bunch there, in working
on the farm," observed the base-ball editor, press-
ing the muscle on the outside of Jack's fore-arm,
near the elbow.
No, sir, I did n't," said Jack, in a surprised tone.
"You got that by pitching," continued the
young man. You must have pitched a good
while, for a youngster."
Yes, sir," responded Jack, in unfeigned aston-
"Well, my young friends," said the base-ball

my cigar, and will come out and see if we can
meet the emergency."
Fifteen minutes later, the two eager boys, having
carried out the young man's directions, saw the
tall form of their new friend emerge from the back
doorway of the hotel.
Now that piano box," remarked the base-ball
editor, taking a league ball from his pocket, "we '11
say, is resting on the home base. This spot, fifty
feet away, is the pitcher's place. I will stand here
facing the box and hold out my arm (with the ball
in my hand) at right angles with a line running
straight from here to the box. Now, one of you
stand here behind me and take a squint over the
ball, with the stake as a sight,' and let the other



editor, after smoking for a minute in silence, I
take you to be in earnest, and I 'll tell you what I'11
do. Out behind the hotel is an empty piano box.
I saw it from my window, this morning. Go and
prop that up on its sides, measure off fifty feet from
it and mark the spot. Then, at about half-way
between the box and the marked spot, drive a
stake five or six feet high into the ground. By the
time you shall have done that, I '11 have finished

mark the place on the box, which the 'squinter'
says is in a straight line from the ball, as I am hold-
ing it."
Win squinted," and Jack made a straight mark,
toward the ground, on the piano box. Both boys
were decidedly mystified.
"Now," asked the base-ball editor, "a ball
going straight from my hand and just missing the
stake will hit the chalk-mark on the box; will it?"





"Yes, sir," replied Win, promptly.
"Then, if it strikes to the left of the mark, it
will have to curve; will it ?" was the next question.
"Yes, sir," answered Win, again.
Then, here goes! said the base-ball editor;
and taking the ball in his right hand, he pressed
it an instant with his left, and then threw it
sharply. The ball passed about six inches to the
right of the stake, and yet struck the box two or
three inches to the left of the chalk mark.
"It must have curved eight inches," observed
Win with "scientific" accuracy.
Jack tossed back the ball, and the young man
threw again. This time the ball just missed the
stake on the right, and struck at least a foot to the
left of the mark.
"That was better," remarked the base-ball
editor, in a satisfied tone. "Now, come here,
Mr. Young Pitcher, and I '11 show you how to
do it."
I don't believe I ever can," responded Jack,
but with a face as eager as a child's.
"Oh, yes, you can!" said the young man.
"There 's nothing like knowing how. First,
take the ball between your thumb and forefinger.
Don't let your other fingers touch it. There,
that 's right! Now, press it down so it will just
touch the cord connecting your thumb and finger.
Correct Now, pinch it tight with the end of your
thumb and throw from your hip."
The ball struck to the right of the mark.
No curve to that," said the instructor. "Pinch
tighter and give a sharp, quick jerk when you
The ball struck the mark.
That 's better," was the encouraging com-
ment. "Try again and don't hurry about it!
Keep cool "
Jack had now almost overcome his nervousness
and did as he was told. The ball just missed the
stake and struck the box six inches to the left of
the mark.
Hurrah! You 've caught the trick!" cried
Win, throwing up his cap.
Jack tried again and again, finally making the
ball strike nearly as far from the chalk-line as his
teacher had sent it.
Very good, indeed, for a beginner! said the
base-ball editor, heartily. That is called the
' out' curve. Now we '11 try the 'in' curve.
You '11 find it harder to manage. Bend your thumb
at the first joint, place the ball on your knuckle
and hold it firmly with your first two fingers.
Don't let your other fingers touch it. Throw from
near your knee, at first, and on the left side of the
Jack threw swiftly, and the ball struck the mark.

"Now again, and pinch tight," was the com-
Again Jack threw, and this time he made the ball
strike two or three inches to the right of the mark.
That is much better than I expected," said
the base-ball editor. "Why, you 're a natural
pitcher! Now all you want is practice. Use the
stake awhile and then pitch over a base. Prac-
tice as much as you can without laming your arm.
There are other curves, the up,' and the down,'
besides what is called the 'shoot,' but these two
will be enough for you to learn between now and
I'm everlastingly obliged," said Jack, warmly.
You need n't thank me," responded the base-
ball editor. But I shall be interested in your
work on Saturday. Will you let me know the
result of the game when you come back ? "
"Yes, indeed !" answered Jack, heartily, and the
two boys bade a grateful adieu to the young man,
and went gayly off to the base-ball grounds for
further practice.
"I tell you, Jack," said Win, as they walked
rapidly along, "science is the thing that wins."

surprise, the great day
arrived on time. And so
didthe rickety old country
stage, as it drew up with a
Flourish at the Danville ball-
ground, and was greeted
with a cheer. Out clam-
bered the Stafford nine.
They looked very neat in
their bright new uniforms;
but the spectators could
not help remarking the
physical superiority of the
Danville players.
We 're going to have a perfect 'walk-over,'"
remarked one of the Danville nine, lazily twirling
a bat, as the Stafford boys threw off their coats.




Jack's quick ears caught the remarks, and his
blue eyes flashed with indignation. "We '11 see
about that he muttered.
Jack had followed his instructions faithfully,
and he felt confident of his ability to puzzle his
opponents. Win, however, was less certain, and
he whispered to Jack:
Don't lose your head."
The base-ball editor's parting injunction, that
morning, had been:
"Keep cool and pinch tight."
Captain Sanborn of the Staffords won the toss
and chose the field. The boys scattered quickly
to their various positions, and the ball was thrown
to the pitcher. But no sooner had Jack received
the signal to play than he had an attack of "stage-
fright." His nerves tingled, and his knees shook.
It was really not to be wondered at, for he had
never pitched before so large a crowd, and he
could not help feeling that the game depended on
him. It was a trying position for any lad, and
especially so for Jack, who, as Win said, was apt
to lose his head."
Low ball! called the umpire.
Jack threw quickly, and the ball whizzed away
over the striker's head, striking the catcher's fence.
A titter ran through the opposing nine. This bit
of discourtesy was too much for Jack in his ner-
vous condition. He threw wildly again, and be-
came first excited and then reckless. Two men
went to first base on called balls, and five made
safe hits. When the wretched inning was finally
ended, the Danvilles had scored five runs. Jack
did not try to conceal his mortification.
Abe Blanchard was the first Stafford batsman.
He was considered a good hitter, but he retired
on three strikes, saying that the pitching was too
swift for him.
Steele sent an easy fly to the second baseman,
was caught out, and Win stepped to the plate.
He was not embarrassed or nervous, and he hit a
sharp grounder between the short stop and the
third baseman. The left fielder was over-confident
and let it pass him, and Win made two bases.
Hunt to bat 1" called the scorer.
Jack's face still burned, but his teeth were
clenched. He struck the first ball pitched with
all his strength and sent a fly just over the center
fielder. Win got in and saved a whitewash. The
next striker was put out, but the cheering of the
crowd brought Jack to his senses. He walked
steadily to the pitcher's box, perfectly cool and
"Play! called the umpire.
Jack pressed the ball into his right hand,
pinched it tight, took a deliberate step forward
and threw it. The batsman struck at it, but the

ball passed at least six inches from the end of his
bat. Win smiled. Another ball followed, with
the same result. Jack's confidence had now
returned, and Win's black eyes flashed re-assur-
ingly behind the catcher's mask. The next ball
started directly toward the striker, who stepped
quickly back to avoid being hit. But his act was
unnecessary. The ball curved neatly over the
base and lodged safely in Win's hands.
"Three strikes, and out !" cried the pleased
The batsman was puzzled. He looked at the
umpire, at his bat, and finally at Jack. But Win
understood. It was the out "-curve.
Science is the thing that wins," the catcher
whispered softly to himself.
Two more strikers were retired in quick order,
one having struck a foul ball, which was easily
caught by Win. It was a whitewash for the Dan-
villes. Not a man had reached the first base or
had even left the home base. What could it mean?
The Danville players looked at each other wonder-
ingly, and the audience smiled and concluded that
it might be an interesting game, after all.
From that time on, the Staffords steadily won.
The swift pitching was hard to hit, but they had
regained their courage and they did very well.
The Danvilles soon saw how the balls were curving
from them and they batted more prudently. Then
Jack tried the "in "-curve. But they would hit
even his curves occasionally, and in trying to vary
his delivery, he let two or three strikers take bases
on called balls. The game 'became interesting.
At the end of the eighth inning the score stood
twelve to eleven in favor of the Danvilles. They
went to the bat for the last time, and Jack was on
his mettle. The strikers retired in one,-two,-
three order.
The Staffords came in to close the inning. But
the history of that half-inning was best told by
Jack to his friend, the base-ball editor, late that
"Well," began Jack, when he reached this
point in his narrative, "Am Ricker went up first
for us, and he was so flustered, he struck out.
Abe Blanchard hit a good grounder to third, but
the ball got to first before he did. Then Steele
went in and was given his base on called balls.
And there we were If they whitewashed us, we
were beaten, but if we could get in one run, we
should tie 'em; and two runs would give us the
game. Win was next, and he never fails. He
made a "daisy" hit. It was a liner just over the
short-stop's head, and the left fielder fumbled
again, so Win got his second. Then it was my
turn. Well, sir, it was so still when I stepped to
the plate that I honestly believe you could have





heard a pin drop on the grass. But I was just as
cool as a cucumber. I 'd mastered all my non-
sensical nervousness.
"Well, I waited till I got a ball that just
suited me, and then I sent it right down by the
first base. The baseman did n't capture it, though;

reached around instantly to touch Win. But he didn't
touch him. For, just as he stooped, Win made one
of his famous jumps, and went clear over the catch-
er's back, striking both feet on the home base !
Well, sir, you should have seen that catcher's
face when he turned round and saw Win behind



and Steele came in from third and Win started from
second. I never once thought of his trying to get
home, for the right fielder had the ball in quick
time, though I was safe on first. But, sir, Win
never stopped at third; and jimimy !-how he did
run! The catcher saw him coming and yelled for
the ball. He was a short fellow, that catcher, but
he was so afraid that Win would slide under him that
he stood right in the line about three feet from the
home base. The right-fielder had thrown the ball
to the second-baseman, and he threw it home when
he heard the catcher call for it. The ball came right
to the catcher's knees; he stooped and caught it, and

him. I just lay down on the grass, and kicked my
feet in the air and screamed And the crowd,
didn't they cheer I never heard such a noise on
the Fourth of July, or at any other time, and I
never saw Win's eyes so big and bright. But all
he 'd say was what he always says: 'I tell you,
boys, science is the thing that wins!' Oh! you
ought to have been there !."
"I wish I had been there, I 'm sure," said the
base-ball editor, regretfully. But I '11 tell you
what I am going to do.-I 'm going to write out a
report of that game."
And he did. This is it.

VOL. XII.-59.



A Series of Brief Pafers concerning the Great Musicians.



No STRONGER contrast to the unhappy fate of
Schubert could be presented than the life of Jacob
Ludwig Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy, born at
Hamburg, February 3, 1809. He was one of a
gifted family, every member of which was lovable
and interesting. His grandfather, Moses Mendels-
sohn, was a man great in mind and heart; and
Abraham Mendelssohn, the father of Felix, was
a man of power and character. He never attained,
however, the fame of his father nor of his son, and
he used to say in his later life: "Formerly I was
the son of my father, and now I am the father of
my son." He gave the most careful attention to
his children's education, and they always sought
his advice and counsel. Felix's mother, too, was
an able and accomplished woman, who sang well,
played on the piano, spoke French, English, and
Italian, read Greek, made beautiful drawings, and
added to all these attainments the power of attract-
ing the most cultured society in Berlin to her house.
These parents gave their children the best education
that love could dictate and money procure. Felix's
sister Fanny, four years older than he, had remark-
able musical talent. She composed some of the
"Songs Without Words," which Felix never tired
ofadiiiring. Her brother and herself were through-
out their lives the dearest friends and confidants.
Their mother gave the children lessons, and
always superintended their practicing; but she
soon felt their need of a professional teacher, and
Zelter, an enthusiastic disciple of Bach, undertook
the children's musical education.
The children worked very hard at their music,
rising at five to practice; nor was their general
education neglected, for they had the best masters
in every department. When Felix was eleven
years old, he and his music teacher visited Goethe,
the great German author, who loved to hear the
little genius extemporize. Sir Julius Benedict, who
met him at this time, says, I shall never forget
the impression of that day on beholding the beau-
tiful youth, with his auburn hair clustering in
ringlets round his shoulders, the ingenuous ex-
pression of his clear eyes, and the smile of inno-
cence and candor on his lips."
Felix now worked very steadily at his music,
and in 1818 a series of matinees were inaugurated,
at which he conducted an orchestra, always placing

one of his own compositions on the programme.
Few musicians passed through Berlin without at-
tending these performances, so that besides the
practice in conducting, and the pleasure of having
his own compositions played, Felix had the further
advantage of hearing the best musical criticism.
In 1822 the family traveled through Italy and Switz-
erland, and before returning, they again visited
Goethe, who was delighted to renew his acquaint-
ance with the little musician. He loved to hear
Felix improvise, and said to the lad's mother,
" A charming, delightful boy; send him again
soon, that I may get all the pleasure I can out
of him." On his fifteenth birthday, when his
health was proposed, Zelter said he was no longer
an apprentice, but a musician, and hailed him as
one "in the name of Mozart, Haydn and old
father Bach." Nothing could be more charming
than the life and surroundings of this favored
family. The Mendelssohns' house was lofty and
spacious, with a beautiful park laid out in trees and
vines. In summer, the children lived in it. Here,
in company with some young friends, they started
a little paper called the Garden-Times, changing
the title in winter to that of the Tea-and-Snow-
Times. Each one was obliged to contribute some-
thing, serious or humorous, to its columns, and it
was a source of great amusement to them all.
Felix could often be found in some snug corner
with a copy of Shakespeare in his hand, and
amid such happy and delightful scenes, and
while reading the comedy, Mendelssohn really
wrote his "Midsummer Night's Dream" overture,
which he copied twenty years afterward without
changing a note. In 1829, the Bach Passion Music
was given, chiefly through his efforts; he always
considered Bach his master, and said that he was
the source of all that was most needful in music.
During that year, Felix left home for a season of
travel; the journey was undertaken not merely
to study his art and to win reputation, but, what
was just now far more important to him, to see
places and people ; in short, for general as well as
for musical culture. His absence left a blank at
home, which was felt by no one more than Fanny;
but they were all somewhat consoled by the affec-
tionate and interesting letters he sent them. In
London he was entertained by Moscheles, and
enthusiastically received by the public; his intel-
lectual and social gifts were only less rare than his





musical genius. At the end of the season, Felix
made a tour through Scotland, where he met Sir
Walter Scott. He delighted also in the air and scen-
ery, and his letters are filled with charming de-
scriptions of his tour. On returning to England,
he staid for some time at Chester, where he was
entertained by a Mr. Taylor. We have in Men-
delssohn's letters a beautiful picture of the simple
out-of-door life he led there, and we are impressed
by his high spirits, and his entire freedom from
conceit. He loved afterward to tell of the charm
which the meadow and brook, the trees and
grass had for him there. He spent much time in
sketching and painting; but his head was full of
music, and everything suggested a musical idea to
him. He was very fond of carnations, and he set
a bunch of them to music in the album of a daugh-
ter of his host, with a drawing of the flowers over
the notes; not forgetting to set some delicate
arpeggios in the music for the scent of the flow-
ers. On seeing the younger sister with some bell-
shaped flowers in her hair, he said that the fairies
might dance on the trumpets, and he set them to
a capriccio. He never tired of merry-making, and
one afternoon toward dusk, he, with a number of
young people, was one of a happy young company
that was picnicking in a thicket. Some one gayly
proposed a fire; and all began to drag the boughs
and twigs into place, so that soon they had a fine
bonfire. While still lingering around it, Mendels-
sohn began to ask for some music, but nothing
could be found save a worn-out fiddle of the
gardener's. Mendelssohn, all undismayed, began
to play, shouting with laughter at his perform-
ance; but soon there was a hush in the chat and
sport, and the whole party sat spell-bound at the
lovely music which he drew from even that de-
spised fiddle. He would sit for hours, improvising
dance-tunes, and liked nothing better than to
entertain his friends with his music. He always
looked back on his visit to Chester as one of the
brightest spots in a bright life.
Such a youth was Mendelssohn at twenty,-
simple, lovable, and gifted. He had beautiful dark-
brown eyes and fine wavy hair, and a delicate
mouth. Fascinating in face, in disposition, and
in attainments, what wonder that all hearts were
drawn to him, and that everybody loved him?
It is said that, when improvising, his hands seemed
almost like living creatures; his eyes glowed and
seemed to become larger and larger; but his whole
manner was very quiet and unassuming. Some-

times he would lean over the keys as if he expected
to see the music flow through his fingers to the
In 1833, he accepted a position as musical direct-
or at Dusseldorf, and while there he experienced
the first real grief that came into his life, in the
death of his beloved father. Mendelssohn not
only fondly loved his father, but he had been ac-
customed from his childhood to look to him for
help and guidance, and not one of the family suf-
fered more under this blow than did he.
In 1837, Mendelssohn married Cecile Jeanre-
neaud, a woman lovely in face and disposition,
who sympathized in all his tastes and desires. The
Leipsic people idolized Mendelssohn; everywhere
he met with enthusiastic love and admiration, and
had the greatest influence in musical affairs. He
had been partly influenced in coming to Leipsic by
the thought that he would live in the city sacred to
"father Bach "; once settled there, he determined
to erect some kind of a monument to him, and
for this object he gave an organ concert. Schu-
mann, who heard the performance, said that he
would love to write of the evening in "golden
letters," and added that for him there can be no
greater happiness in music than to hear one mas-
ter interpret the works of another.
From that time on, Mendelssohn's life had few
incidents. In his last years he overworked himself
in his zeal for his art, and became melancholy and
low-spirited, his sadness increasing, till he died,
Nov. 4, 1847. His death was deeply mourned not
only throughout Germany, but in England, where
he had many dear personal friends. With him the
greatest light of the Mendelssohn family went out.
To few men has it been given to have so happy
or so accomplished a life as to Felix Mendelssohn.
Music was much, very much to him, but it was
not all. If he had never played a note of music,
he could have made a fine painter; if he had
neither played nor painted, he was so full of
intellectual resources, he could have led a broad,
useful life, attracting the rarest spirits to himself.
But he had all these, and it is a marvel that he
could find time for all he did and all he was. His
published letters show the completeness of his
character and his life. He was a happy musician,
and his life is reflected in his music. It is a re-
lief sometimes to turn from the deep, passionate
strains wrung from the aching heart of Schubert
or Mozart to the sweet, delicate, beautiful music
of Mendelssohn.




BY E. P.. ROE.



SAs WAS stated early in this simple history, the
original barn was built on a side-hill, the rear facing
the south; and, since the foundations were still in
fair condition and the site convenient, I determined
to build on the same spot, at the same time modi-
fying the old plan somewhat.
I had decided that the poultry-house and pig-
sty should form an extension to the barn and that
both should be built in the side of the bank also.
The poultry-house, between the .barn and sty,
was to be built so that its side facing the south-
east should be chiefly of glass, and so constructed
as to secure the greatest amount of light and
warmth. Eggs in winter form the most profitable
item in poultry keeping.

It did not take the masons long to point up and
strengthen the old foundations, and early in Sep-
tember everything was under full headway, the
sound of hammer, saw, and plane resounding all
day long. It was Winnie's and Bobsey's task to
gather up the shavings and refuse bits of lumber
and carry them to the wood-house.
"The ease and quickness: with which we can
build fires next winter," I said, is a pleasant
thing to think. of."
Meanwhile the garden was not neglected. The
early flight of summer-boarders had greatly re-
duced the demand for vegetables, and now we
began to hoard for our own use. The lima-beans
were allowed to dry on the vines, the matured pods of
the bush-beans were spread in the attic, and thither
also the ripened onions were brought and placed
in shallow boxes. As far as possible we had saved
our own seed. I had made a box and had cov-



ered it with tin so as to be mouse-proof, and in
this we placed the different varieties, carefully
labeled. Although it was not an apple year, quite
a number of our trees were in bearing. Twice in
each week, the best of the wind-falls were picked up
and sent to the village, with the tomatoes and such
other vegetables as were in demand. As fast as
crops matured, the ground was cleared, and all of
the refuse that contained no injurious seeds was
saved as a winter covering for the strawberry plants.
Our main labor, however, after digging the rest
of the potatoes, was the setting of that half acre in
the later varieties of the strawberry. Although
the early part of September was very dry and
warm, we managed to set out two or three rows
nearly every afternoon. The nights had now grown
so long and cool that one thorough watering seemed
to establish the plants. Near the middle of the
month, there came a fine rain, and we set the re-
mainder of the ground in one day, all the children
aiding me in the task. Those first planted were
now strong, splendid plants, with a bunch of foliage
six inches in diameter.
Thus, between helping in the work on the new
barn and other labors, September saw a renewal
of our early summer activity.
"The winds are whispering of winter in the
trees," I said to the children, "and all thrifty
creatures, ants, bees, and squirrels, are laying up
their stores. So must we."
I had watched our ripening corn with great
satisfaction. For a long time Merton could walk
through it without his straw hat being seen above
the nodding tassels. But one day, Mr. Jones came
over with some bundles of long rye-straw in his
wagon and said:
You can't guess what these are for."
Some useful purpose, or you wouldn't have
brought them," I replied.
We'll see. Come with me to the corn patch."
As we started, he took a bundle under his arm,
and I saw that he had a tool called a corn-knife in
his hand. Going through the rows, he occasionally
stripped down the husks from an ear and then
said :
Yes, it's ready. Don't you see that the kernels
are plump and glazed ? Junior and I are going to
tackle our corn to-morrow, and, says I to myself,
if ours is ready to cut, so is neighbor Durham's.
The sooner it's cut after it's ready, the better. The
stalks are worth more for fodder, and you run no
risk from an early frost, which would spoil it all.
You and Merton must pitch in a -you usually do.
And now I 'll show you how to work at it."
Gathering the stalks together:above the ears
with his left hand, he cut the entire hill off with
one blow of the corn-knife within six inches of the

ground, and then leaned the stalks against those
of an uncut hill. This he continued to do until
he had made what he called a "stout," or a bunch
of stalks about as large as he could conveniently
encircle with his arms, the uncut hill of stalks
forming a support in the center. Then he took a
wisp of the rye-straw, divided it evenly, and put-
ting the two ends together, twisted it speedily into
a sort of a rope. With this he bound the stout
tightly above the ears by a simple method which
one lesson made plain to me.
Well, you are a good neighbor I exclaimed.
Pshaw What does this amount to?" he re-
plied. You forget that I 've sold you a lot of
rye-straw, and so have the best of you, after all."
I don't forget anything, Mr. Jones. As you
say, I believe we shall 'make a go' of it here, but
we always remember how much we owe to you and
Junior. You 've let me pay for some things in a
way that saved my self-respect, and made me feel
that I could go to you as often as I wished, but you
have never taken advantage of me, and you have
kept smart people from doing it. Do you know,
Mr. Jones, that in every country village there are
weasel-like people who encourage new-comers by
bleeding their pocket-books at every chance? In
securing you as a neighbor, our battle was half
won, for no one needs a good, practical friend more
than a city man beginning life in the country."
"Jerusalem how you talk! I 'm goin' right
home and tell my wife to call me "Saint Jones."
Then I '11 get a tin halo and wear it, for my straw
hat is about played out," and away he went, chuck-
ling over his odd conceits, but pleased, as all men
are, when their good-will is appreciated. One kind
of meanness that disgusts human nature, is a sel-
fish, unthankful reception of kindness.
After an early supper I drove to the village with
what I had to sell, and returned with two corn-
hooks. And by night of the following day, Bagley
and I had the corn cut and tied up.
On the next afternoon I helped Bagley sharpen
the hooks and we began to cut the fodder-corn
which now stood, green and succulent, averaging
two feet in height throughout the field.
The barn was now up and the carpenters were
roofing it in, while two days more of work would
complete- the pig-sty and poultry-house. Every
stroke of the hammer told rapidly, and we all ex-
ulted over our new and better appliances for carry-
ing out our plan of country life. Since the work
was being done by contract, I contented myself by
seeing that it was done thoroughly. .Meanwhile,
Merton was busy with the cart .drawing rich earth
from the banks of the creek. The proper use
of fertilizers had given such a marked increase
to our crops that it became clear that our best




prospect of growing rich was to make the land
During the last week of September the nights
were so cool as to suggest frost, and I said to
Mousie :
I think we 'd better take up your geraniums
and other window plants and put them in pots and
boxes. We can then stand them under a tree,
which would shelter them from a slight frost.
Should there be serious danger, it would take us but
a few minutes to bring them into the house. You
have taken such care of them all summer that
I do not intend that you shall lose them now.
Refer to your flower-book, and read what kind of
soil they grow best in during the winter, and
then Merton can help you gather it."

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The child was all solicitude about her pets, and
after dinner she and Merton, the latter trundling
a wheelbarrow, went down to the creek and ob-
tained a lot of fine sand and some leaf-mold from
under the trees in the woods. These ingredients
we carefully mixed with. rich soil from the flower
bed, and put it in the pots and boxes around the
roots of as many plants as there was room for on
the table by the sunny kitchen window. Having
watered them thoroughly, we stood them under a
tree, there to remain until a certain sharpness in
the air should warn us to carry them to their win-
ter quarters.
The lima-beans, as fast as the pods grew dry, or
even yellow, were picked and spread in the attic.
They could be shelled at our leisure on stormy
winter days.
Early in September my wife had begun to give
Mousie, Winnie, and Bobsey their lessons again.
Since we were at some distance from a school-house,
we decided to continue this arrangement for the

winter, with the three younger children. Merton,
however, was to begin school as soon as pos-
sible, but he pleaded hard for a reprieve until the
last of October, saying that he did not wish to
begin before Junior. As we still had a great deal
to do, and as the boy had set his heart on some
fall shooting, I yielded, and he promised to study
all the harder when he began. I added, however:
The evenings have grown so long that you can
write for half-an-hour after supper, and then we
will review your arithmetic together. It will ben-
efit me as well as you."
During the ensuing weeks we carried out this
plan after a fashion, but at the close of a busy day
in the open air, we were apt to nod over our tasks.
We were both taught the soundness of the rule
that brain-work should precede physical exercise.
The first day of October was bright, clear, and
mild, and we gladly welcomed the true beginning
of fall in our latitude. This month competes
with May in its ideal country life. The children
voted it first of all the months, feeling that a vista
of unalloyed delights was opening before them.
Already the butternuts were falling from several
large trees on the place, and the burrs on the
chestnuts were plump with their well-shielded
treasures. Winnie and Bobsey had begun to gather
some of these burrs from the lower limbs of an
immense tree, twenty-four feet in circumference,
and to stamp out the half-brown nuts within.
One or two frosts will ripen them and open the
burrs," I said, and then the children began to long
for the frost, which I dreaded.
While I still kept the younger children busy in
the garden, for a few hours on every clear morning
and especially at clippin gthe runners from the straw-
berry plants in the field, they were given ample
time to gather their winter hoard of nuts. This
prospect seemed to afford them endless items for
talk, Bobsey modestly assuring us that he alone
would gather about a million bushels of butternuts
and almost as many chestnuts and walnuts.
What will the squirrels do then ? I asked.
"They must do as I do," he cried: "pick up
and carry off as fast as they can. They '11 have a
better chance than I 'll have, too, for they can
gather all day long. The little scamps are already
taking the nuts off the trees. I 've seen 'em, and
I wish Merton would shoot 'em all."
"Well, Merton," said I, laughing, "I suppose
that squirrels are proper game for you, but I hope
you and Junior will not shoot many robins. They
are too useful to be killed wantonly, and I feel
grateful for all the music they 've given us during
the past summer. I know the law permits you
to shoot them now, but you and Junior should be
more civilized than such a law."




If we don 't get 'em, everybody else will, and
we might as well have our share," he replied.
Well, then," I continued, I have a proposition
to make to you and Junior. I 'd like you both to
promise not to shoot robins except on the wing.
That will teach you to be expert and quick-eyed.
A true sportsman is not one who tries to kill as
much game as possible, but to shoot scientifically,
skillfully. There is more pleasure in giving your
game a chance, and in bringing it down with a fine
long shot, than in slaughtering the poor creatures
like chickens in a coop. Anybody can shoot a
robin sitting on a bough a few yards off, but to
bring one down when in rapid flight is the work of
a sportsman. And for my part I had rather live
on pork than on robins or any useful birds."
He readily agreed not to fire at robins except
when flying, and to induce Junior to do likewise,
and I was satisfied that not many of my little
favorites would suffer.
"Very well," I said, "I 'll coax Mr. Jones to
let Junior off to-morrow, and you can have the en-
tire day for hunting. This evening you can go down
to the village and get a stock of ammunition."
The boy went to his work happy and contented.
Now Bobsey had a little wagon, and having
finished his morning stint of work, he, with Mousie
andWinnie, started off to the nearest butternut-tree,
and during the remainder of the day, except during
the time occupied with lessons, they were busily
gathering the nuts. By night they had at least one
of the "million" bushels spread out, and drying.
As they brought in their last load about five
o'clock in the afternoon, I said to them:
Come and see what I have here."
I led the way to the sty, where were grunting
three half-grown pigs. Having learned from
Rollins that he was willing to sell some of his
stock, I had bought three pigs and put them into
the new sty as soon as it was ready.
The children welcomed the new-comers with
shouts, but I said, "That wont do; you '11
frighten them so that they 'll try to jump out of the
pen. Run now and pick up a load of apples in
your wagon and throw them to the pigs; they '11
understand and like such a welcoming better."
At supper I added: Children, picking up
apples, which was such fun this afternoon, will be
part of your regular morning work, for a while.
In the room over the sty is a bin which must be
filled with the fallen apples before any nuts can be
Even Bobsey laughed at the idea that this was
work, but I knew that it would soon become so.
I have good news about the Bagley children,"
said my wife. I was down there to-day, and all
the children begin school next Monday. Between

clothes which our children have outgrown and
what Mrs. Bagley has been able to buy and make,
all three of the young Bagleys present a very re-
spectable appearance. I took it upon myself to
tell the children that, if they went to school regu-
larly, we would make them nice Christmas
"And I confirm the bargain heartily," I cried,
"Merton, look out for yourself or the Bagley boy
will get ahead of you at school."
He laughed and started for the village, with
Junior, who now appeared, to get their powder
and shot.
The next morning, after loading up a good lot
of cartridges before breakfast, the two boys start-
ed, and having all day before them, took their lunch-
eons, with the intention of exploring Schunnemunk
mountain. The squirrels, birds, and rabbits near
home were reserved for odd times when they could
slip away for a few hours only.
Our new barn, now about completed, gave as
much pleasure to my wife and myself as the nuts
and game afforded the children. I went through it,
adding here and there some finishing touches and
little conveniences, a painter meanwhile giving it
a final coat of dark, cheap wash. Our poultry-
house was now ready for use and I said to Winnie:
"To-night we will catch the chickens and put
them in it."
The old horse had already been .established in
the stable, and I resolved that the cow also should
come in, at night. In the afternoon, I began
turning over the fodder-corn, and saw that a very
few more days would cure it. Toward night, I
examined the apples, and resolved to adopt old
Mr. Jamison's plan of picking the largest and
ripest at once, leaving the smaller and greener fruit
to mature until the last of the month. The dark
apple-and-root cellar was already half filled with
potatoes, but the space left for such apples as we
should keep was ready. From time to time, when
returning from the village, I had brought empty
barrels, and in some of these, earlier apples, like
fall pippins and greenings, had already been
packed and shipped to Mr. Bogart. By his advice
I had resolved to store the later and good keeping
varieties, and dispose of them gradually to the
best advantage. I resolved that the morrow should
see the beginning of our chief labor in the orchard.
I had sold a number ,of barrels of wind-falls, but
they brought a price that barely repaid us. My
examination of the trees now proved that there
should be no more delay in taking off the large,
and fine-looking fruit.
With the setting sun, Merton and Junior ap-
peared, scarcely able to drag their weary feet
down the lane. Nevertheless their fatigue was



caused by efforts entirely after their own hearts,
and they declared that they had had a splendid
time." Then they emptied their game-bags.
Each of the boys had a partridge, Merton one
rabbit, and Junior two. Merton kept up his
prestige by showing two gray squirrels to Junior's
one. Red squirrels abounded, and there were a few
robins, brought down on the wing, as the boys
had promised.
What interested me most was the rattles of the
deadly snake which Junior had nearly stepped on,
and then had shot.
Schunnemunk is full of rattlers," he said.
"Please don't hunt there any more, then," I
No, we '11 go into the main Highlands to the
east'erd next time."
Merton had also brought down a chicken hawk,
and the game, spread out on the kitchen table,
suggested much interesting wild life, about which I
said we should read during the coming winter, add-
ing, "Well, boys, you have more than earned your
salt in your sport to-day, for each of you have
supplied two game dinners."
Merton was allowed to sleep late the next morn-
ing, and was then set to work in the orchard, while
I divided my time between aiding in picking the
apples and turning over the fodder-corn.
"You can climb like a squirrel, Merton," said I,
"and I must depend on you chiefly for gathering
the apples. Handle them like eggs, so as not to
bruise them and then they will keep better. After
we have been over the trees once and have stacked
the fodder-corn, you shall have a good time with
your gun."
For the next few days we worked hard, and
nearly finished the first picking of the apples and
getting into shocks the greater part of the corn.
Then came a storm of wind and rain, and the best
apples on one tree, not picked over, were soon lying
on the ground bruised and unfit for winter keeping.
"You see, Merton," I said, "that we must
manage to get over the trees earlier next year.
Live and learn."
The wind came out of the north the day after
the storm, and Mr. Jones shouted, as he passed
down the road, We' 11 have frost to-night."
Then, indeed, we bestirred ourselves. Mousie's
flowers were carried in; the lima-bean poles, still
hanging full of green pods more or less filled out,
were pulled up and stacked together under a tree;
and some tomato vines, with their green and par-
tially ripe fruit, were taken up by the roots and
hung under the shed.
"We may thus keep a supply of this wholesome
vegetable some weeks longer," I said.
Everything that we could protect was looked

after, but our main task was the gathering of all
the grapes except those hanging against the sides
of the house. These, I believed, would be so shel-
tered as to escape injury. We had been enjoying
this delicious fruit for some time, carrying out our
plan, however, of reserving the best for the market.
The berries on the small clusters were just as sweet
and luscious, and the children were content. Sure
enough, on the following morning white hoar-frost
covered the grass and leaves.
No matter," cried Winnie, at the breakfast
table, the chestnut burrs are opening "
By frequent stirring the rest of the corn-fodder
was soon dried out again, and stacked. Then we
took up the beets and carrots and stored them also
in the root cellar.
We had frost now almost every night, and the
trees were gorgeous in their various hues, while
others were already losing their foliage.
The days were filled with delight for the chil-
dren. The younger ones were up with the sun to
gather the nuts that had fallen during the night,
Merton accompanying them with his gun, and
bringing in squirrels daily, and now and then a
robin, shot on the wing. His chief exploit, how-
ever, was the bagging of half a dozen quails that
unwarily chose the lower part of our meadow as a
resort. Then he and Junior took several long
outings in the Highlands with fair success, for the
boys had become decidedly expert.
"If we only had a dog," cried Merton, "we
could do wonders."
Save your money next summer and buy one,"
I replied;. I '11 give you a chance, Merton."
By the middle of October, the weather became
dry and warm, and the mountains were almost
hidden by the Indian summer haze.
"Now for the corn-husking," I said, "and the
planting of the ground in raspberries, and then
we shall be through with our chief labors for the
Merton helped me at the husking, but I allowed
him to keep his gun near, and he obtained an
occasional shot, which enlivened his toil. Two
great bins over the sty and poultry-house received
the yellow ears, the longest and fairest being
stored in one, and in the other the "nubbins.'
Part of the stalks were tied up and put in the old
" corn-stalk barn," as we called it, and the remain-
der stacked near. Our cow certainly was pro-
vided for.
Having removed the corn, Mr. Jones plowed
the field deeply, and then Merton and I set out
the varieties of raspberries which promised best
in our locality, making the hills four feet apart in
the row, and the rows five feet from each other. I
followed the instructions of my fruit-book closely,




and cut back the canes of the plants to six inches,
sunk the roots so deeply as to leave about four
inches of soil above them, putting two or three
plants in the hill. Then, over and about the hills,
on the surface of the ground, we put two shovelfuls
of compost, finally covering the plants beneath a
slight mound of earth. This would protect them
from the severe frost of winter.
These labors and the final picking of the apples
brought us to the last -week of the month. Of
the smaller fruit, kept.clean and sound for the pur-
pose, we reserved enough to make two barrels of

ior were given one more day's outing in the mount-
ains with their guns. On the following Monday they
trudged off to the nearest public school, feeling
that they had been treated liberally and that brain-
work must now begin in earnest. Indeed, for
months from that time, school and lessons took
precedence of everything else, and the proper
growth of our boys and girls was the prominent
November weather was occasionally so bluster-
ing and stormy that I turned school-master now
and then, to relieve my wife. During the month,




cider, of which one should go into vinegar and the
other be kept sweet, to be drunk at our nut-crack-
ings around the winter fire. Bobsey's dream of
" millions of bushels of butter and other nuts had
not been realized; yet, enough had been dried and
stored away to satisfy even his eyes. Not far
away an old cider-mill was running steadily, and
we soon had the barrels of russet nectar in our cel-
lar. Then came Saturday, and Merton and Jun-

however, there were bright genial days and others
softened by a smoky haze, which gave me opportu-
nity to gather and store a large crop of turnips, to
trench in my celery on a dry knoll, and to bury,
with their heads downward, all the cabbages for
which I could not find a good market. The children
still gave me some assistance, but, lessons over,
they were usually permitted to amuse themselves
in their own way. Winnie, however, did not lose



her interest in the poultry, and Merton regularly
aided in the care of the stock and in looking after
the evening supply of fire-wood.
Thanksgiving Day was celebrated with due
observance. In the morning we all heard Dr.
Lyman preach, and came home with the feeling
that neither we, nor the country at large, were
going to the bad. Mr. and Mrs. Jones, with
Junior, dined with us in great state, and we had our
first four-course dinner since arriving in Maizeville,
and at the fashionable hour of six in the evening.
Our feast was a very informal affair, seasoned
with mirth and spiced with hunger. My wife look-
ed after the transfers from the kitchen at critical
moments, while Winnie and Mousie were our wait-
resses. A royal blaze crackledin the open fire-place,
and seemed to share in the sparkle of our rustic wit
and unforced mirth, which kept plump Mrs. Jones
in a perpetual quiver of delight. Her husband
came out strong in his comical summary of the
past year's experience, concluding:
Well, we owe you and Mrs. Durham a vote of
thanks for reforming the Bagley tribe. That ap-
pears to me an orthodox case of conversion.
First we gave them the terrors of the law. I tell
you we were smoking in wrath around him that
morning like Mount Sinai, and you had the sense
to bring, in the nick of time, the gospel of givin'
a feller a chance.' "
"Well," I replied, becoming thoughtful for a
moment with boyish memories, "my good old
mother taught me that it was God's plan to give
us a chance, and help us make the most of it."
I remembered the Bagleys to-day," Mrs. Jones
remarked, nodding to my wife. ':We felt that
they might be encouraged."
So did we," my wife replied.
It was afterward learned that, out of good-will,
the neighbors had provisioned the Bagleys for
nearly a month.
By eight o'clock everything was cleared away,
and then we all gathered around the glowing hearth,
Junior's rat-a-tat-snap proving that our final course
of nuts and cider would be provided at the usual
How homely it- all was, how free from any
attempt at display or style, yet equally free from
any trace of coarseness, vulgarity, or ill-natured
gossip Mousie had added grace to the table with
her blooming plants and dried grasses, and
although the dishes had been set on the table by
my wife's and the children's hands, they were
daintily ornamented and inviting. All had been
within our means and within ourselves, and the
following morning brought no regretful thoughts.
Our helpful friends went home, feeling that they
had not bestowed their kindness on unthankful

people whose scheme of life was to get and take,
but not to return.
Well, our first year was drawing to a close. The
first of December was celebrated by an event no
less momentous than the killing of our pigs, to
Winnie's and Bobsey's intense excitement. In
this affair my wife and I were almost helpless;
but Mr. Jones and Bagley were on hand, and
proved themselves veterans.
I next gave all my attention, when the weather
permitted, to the proper winter covering of all the
strawberries, and to the cutting and carting home
of dead and dying trees from the wood-lot.
The increasing cold brought new and welcome
pleasures to the children. There was ice on the
neighboring ponds, and skates were bought as pre-
mature Christmas presents. New sleds, also, were
forthcoming, and the first fall of snow enabled
Merton and Junior to track some rabbits that,
until then, had eluded their search.
By the middle of December we realized that
winter had begun in all its rather stern reality, but
we were sheltered and provided for. We had so
far imitated the ants, that we had abundant stores
until the flinty earth should again yield its bounty.
Christmas brought us more than its wonted joy,
and a fulfillment of the hopes and anticipations
which we had cherished on the same day of the pre-
vious year. We were far from regretting our
flight to the country, although it had involved
hard toil and many anxieties. My wife was greatly
pleased by my many hours of rest at the fireside
in her companionship, caused by days too cold and
wintry for outdoor work; but our deepest and
most abiding content was expressed one evening,
as we sat alone after the children were asleep.
"You have solved the problem, Robert, that
was troubling you. There is space here for the
children to grow, and the Daggetts and the Rick-
etts and their kind are not so near as to make
them grow wrong almost in spite of us. A year
ago we felt that we were virtually being driven to
the country. I now feel as if we had been led by
a kindly and Divine hand."
I said to the whole family, at breakfast, next
day: On New Year's morning, I will tell you
all the result of our first year's effort, according
to my account-book."
So, on that day, after our greetings and good
wishes for the New Year, they all looked expect-
antly at me as I opened our financial record.
As carefully and clearly as possible, so that even
Winnie might understand, in part, I went over the
different items and the expense and proceeds of
the different crops, so far as I was able to separate
them. Bobsey's attention soon wandered,-he
had an abiding faith that breakfast, dinner and





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supper would follow the sun, and that was enough To sum everything up," I said, finally, "we
for him; but the other children were pleased with have done, by working all together, what I alone
my confidence in them, and tried to understand. would probably have accomplished in the city-




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we have made our living. Now, children, which
is better, a living in the city, which I must earn for
you all, or a living in the country, toward which
even Bobsey can do his share ? "
"A living in the country," was the prompt
Well, children, Mamma and I agree with you,"
I said. "And there was n't a good opportunity
for me to get ahead in the city, or to earn a large
salary. Here, by pulling all together, there is al-
most a certainty of our earning more than a bare

living, and of laying up something for a rainy
day. The chief item of profit from our farm,
however, is not down in my account-book, but is
to be found in your sturdier forms and in Mousie's
red cheeks. More than all, we believe that you
are better and healthier at heart than you were a
year ago.
Now for the New Year Let us make the best
and most of it, and ask God to help us."
And so my simple history ends in glad content
and hope.








IF you turn a book upside down and look at the
letters, every s will seem much smaller at the
bottom than at the top, although, when the book
is properly held, both halves appear the same
size to the eye. The long vertical lines in Figure I




FIG. 2.

yet, on looking at it, almost any one would call
the former line the longer.
I might go on to give many more instances of
the way in which the eye deceives the brain, but
these examples will show what is meant by optical
illusion, or optical deception; it is when our eyes see
things as different from what they really are. The
upper part of the type that prints the letter s is

FIG. 3.

made smaller than the lower half to correct the
fault of the eye, which always slightly exagger-
ates the former. When the letter is turned over,
as in Figure 5, this same trick of the sight makes
the difference seem greater than it really is; and,
of course, were it of the same width all the way, it
would still look uneven.
In greater matters, the false report of the eye
is greater. If a tapering monument, like that on
Bunker Hill or like the Obelisk in Central Park,
were made with perfectly straight sides, it would





are really parallel and just the same distance apart
as those in Figure 2; yet in the one case they
appear to spread apart at the center, and in the
other to come together. The line A B, in Figure
3, is of the same length as C D, in Figure 4;

FIG. 4.

look to us-for, you see, we really can not trust
our own eyes-as if it were hollowed in a lit-
tle; or, as we should say in more scientific lan-
guage, its sides would appear 'concave. You can
understand therefore that if an architect wished
his building to have a certain appearance, he
might be forced to build it according to lines
that differed from those of his completed draw-
ing; for if it were built exactly as he wished it
to appear, it would not, when finished, present
that desired appearance. If he wished a pillar to
look straight, he must not make it perfectly true,



or it would have the effect of being concave; and
similarly, for other shapes and parts I might men-
tion; so that the problem of having buildings look
as they should is a far more puzzling
matter than one might at first suppose.
Those clever Greeks, who did so
many marvelous things in art, thought
all this out, and made their architect-
Sure upon principles so subtle and so
comprehensive that we have never been
able to improve on them since. Their
s senses were so well trained, and their
taste so perfect, that they would have
everything exactly right. Therewasno
near enough" in their art. They
aimed at perfection, and nothing
short of that satisfied them. They
FIG. 5.
found that their beautiful Doric col-
umns, if made with straight sides, had the con-
cave effect of which I have spoken; and so, with
the most delicate art in the world, they made the
pillar swell a little at the middle, and then it
appeared exactly right. A pillar instead of being, for
instance, of the shape it was to appear, as shown
by the solid lines of Figure 6, would really be
more like the form indicated by the dotted lines,
- only that I have greatly exaggerated the differ-
ence, in order to make it plain.
This swelling of the column at its middle was

slight that it can
only be detected by
delicate measurements; but it
S added greatly to the beauty ofthe
columns and to their effectiveness.
Then the lines which were to
look horizontal had to receive
attention. If you look at a
long, perfectly level line, as the
edge of a roof, for instance, it
has the appearance of sagging
toward the middle. The Greek
architect corrected this fault by
making his lines rise a little.
The front of the Parthenon, at
Athens, is one hundred and one
feet three and a half inches long,
and, in this, the rise from the
horizontal is about two and one
I eighth inches. In other words,
there is a curvature upward that
makes it a little more than two
inches higher in the center than
at the ends, and the effect of this
swelling upward is to
make the line appear
FIG. 6. perfectly level. In-
deed, this same Parthenon,--the most beau-
tiful building in the world,- when delicately and

tUllN5 Ul" "Irt fH PAIfllCUNON--\WEST FKONT.
called entasis. Of course it had to be calculated carefully measured was found to be everywhere made
with the greatest nicety, and was actually so very a little incorrect, so that it may appear right, which





is certainly what
may be called
an architectural t ,
I. Io X' 1, 1"
paradox. The '' .,
graceful col- g I flow. ,
umns, which ,Jill
seem to stand FA
so straight, are i
m ade to lean "., .
inward a little, .,' V,
since, if they
were perfectly ,I :." i `
true and plumb, .,:
theywould have .4...
the effect of ,J--, IJ '
leaning out- .f al. II: ii' .
ward. The pil-
lars at the cor- "l, 'Y
ners slant in-
ward more than "
the others, and 10,
everywhere the
corners are 'N
made to look
square by being ...
in truth a little .- I
broaderangled, -
and lines are F O' J.
curved in order ; -I P
that they shall > i -
appear straight -' I
to the eye. ,i Iq
This is rather n _; _
a hard subject V ..
to explain sim-
ply, but if Ihave
succeeded in
making it plain J I---. -
to you, it will l
give yo. an idea
of the wonderful -= .
skill and art of_
theGreekbuild- -
ers. Itishardly ',
possible to con-
ceive anything I
more perfect _''' 7
andcareful than
their work; and I
the more closely V
one studies into
their art, the
more ready is
he to wonder at
the wisdom and N '
skill of those
clever Greeks.



BY C. L. D. ,

TIPTOE, dainty fine! -..- i .'
When you are caught, i '.1 m.1A: ke-
you mine! !. -'
But till you are caught. i u;r -- =-
follow; -T,
And after your tiny, dar.-,I.;- !':_:. '" .

/ 4'. T '-. .' -, -X -:,' 1.

S. ..,. __ ;--r :, <.y -" t

And your gay, shy smile so soncy sweet,
Up hill and over hollow,
With a call and a cry, don't doubt but I

Shall fly,-like the wift-winged swallow-
1 .. ..

And your gay, shy smile so soncy sweet, I
Up hill and over hollow, .~--
With a call and a cry, don't doubt but I /' I,
Shall ly, -like the swift- winged swallow /

Tiptoe, dainty fine!
Now you are caught, and you are mine!
My little lass-I 've caught her!
She laughs and pouts and hides her face,
She springs away with an agile grace
The darting birds have taught her!
But I must not miss my hard-earned kiss,
Like this !- my bonnie daughter!
Oh, ay! Away, away!
What can the panting mother say?
Why,-" now she is fast, and I hold her!
I k;is her blue eyes and sunny hair,
Her dimpled arm and her cheek so fair;
S To my loving heart I fold her!
-: "'. And then I swing the captured thing,
With a 'swing! -swong! -swing!'to my
;-- shoulder "

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(Recollections ofa Page in the United States Senate. )




WHILE our "simplicity" and certain other
phases of our national life provoke from foreign
powers a kindly smile, we take the criticisms in
the spirit in which they are offered -and go serenely
on our way. If, occasionally, we feel inclined to
smile at them, we should always do it with good
humor. They all have confidence in our honor
and integrity. Let us repay, with international
courtesy, the compliment of esteem.
The cordial relations which subsist between these
foreign governments and our own, require no
proof. Not only has our government acted as a
mediator to settle the conflicting claims of rival
powers, but they have also done the same for us.
I have now before me a curious instance of this fact.
When, many years ago, a controversy arose be-
tween Great Britain and the United States concern-
ing the meaning of the first article in the Treaty
of Ghent, Alexander 1., Emperor of all the Rus-
sias," responded to the wishes of both governments
and interposed his influence and good graces in
bringing about an amicable adjustment of the dif-
ficulty. An absolute monarch acted as mediator
between a limited monarchy and a republic.
This Treaty of Ghent (as every young student of
our history knows) terminated the war of 1812
waged by our country against Great Britain. f
This "Treaty of Peace and Amity" (otherwise
known as the Treaty of Ghent ") was concluded
in 1813 ; and during the same year, it was rati-
fied and confirmed by and with the consent of the
Senate." It begins thus:

His Britannic Majesty and the United States of America, desirous
of terminating the war which has unhappily subsisted between the
two countries, and of restoring, upon principles of perfect reciprocity,

t As you may never have seen so terrible a document as a Decla-
ration of War, I will give you, as another specimen of legislative
action, the formal recognition by Congress of the hostilities out of
which the war of 1812 arose:
An Act declaring War between the United Kingdom of Great
Britain and Ireland and the dependencies thereof and the United
States ofA merica and their Territories.
Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Refresentatives of the
United States of America in Congress assembled, That war be and
the same is hereby declared to exist between the United Kingdom
of Great Britain and Ireland and the dependencies thereof, and the
United States of America and their territories; and that the Presi-

peace, friendship, and good understanding between them, have, for
that purpose, appointed their respective plenipotentiaries, that is to
And then it proceeds to give the names of the
diplomatic officers representing Great Britain and
the United States in drawing up the treaty, after
which follow eleven distinct articles of agreement,
each one of which is signed and sealed by tne
plenipotentiaries, or duly empowered agents,, of
both governments.
It was to decide upon the meaning of the first
article of this treaty that the good offices of the
Emperor of Russia were requested. It was rather
strange that two English-speaking countries could
not understand their own tongue, yet that is ex-
actly what it amounted to,-a different under-
standing of the meaning of a few simple words; -
and they were compelled to call in the aid of a
Muscovite to construe the Anglo-Saxon language !
Well, the Emperor kindly acceded to their re-
quest and undertook to assist them to draw up a
treaty that should carry his decision into effect.
He, accordingly, constituted and appointed two
plenipotentiaries, to treat, adjust, and conclude,
such articles of Agreement as may tend to the attain-
ment of the above-mentioned end, with the pleni-
potentiaries of the United States and of His Brit-
annic Majesty." I presume no one will object if I
give the names of the plenipotentiaries. The
agreement was drawn up in English and French
(the latter being the "diplomatic" or "court"
language of Europe), so I will use both.
The envoys appointed by the Emperor were:
"Charles Robert Count Nesselrode, His Imperial Majesty's
Privy Councillor, member of the Council of State, Secretary of State
directing the Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs, Chamberlain,
Knight of the order of Saint Alexander Nevsky, Grand Cross of
the order of Saint Vladimir of the first class, Knight of that of the
White Eagle of Poland, Grand Cross of the order of St. Stephen of
Hungary, of the Black and of the Red Eagle of Prussia, of the
Legion of Honor of France, of Charles III. of Spain, of St.

dent of the United States is hereby authorized to use the whole
land and naval force of the United States to carry the same into
effect, and to issue to private armed vessels of the United States
commission or letters of marque and general reprisal, in such form
as he shall think proper, and under the seal of the United States
against the vessels, goods, and effects of the government of the said
United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and the subjects thereof.
Approved June 18, x812.
That is a Declaration of War Congress has not often found it
necessary to exercise the power confided to it by the Constitution:
it is to be hoped it will never be required to use it in the future.
1 Constitution, art. I. sec. VIII. cl. io (eleven).

* Copyright, 1884, by Edmund Alton. All rights reserved.

VOL. XII.-60.



Ferdinand and of Merit of Naples, of the Annunciation of Sar-
dinia, of the Polar Star of Sweden, of the Elephant of Denmark, of
the Golden Eagle of Wirtemberg, of Fidelity of Baden, of St.
Constantine of Parma, and of Guelph of Hanover."
Count Nesselrode was the first. The second
was like unto him, with a few variations ":
"Jean, le Conte Capodistrias, son Conseiller prive et Secrdtaire
d'Etat, Chevalier de l'ordre de St. Alexandre Nevsky, Grand' Croix
de l'ordre de St. Wladimir de la 1re classes, Chevalier de celui de
l'Aigle Blanc de Pologne, Grand' Croix de l'ordre de St. Etienne de
Hongrie, de l'Aigle Noir et de l'Aigle Rouge de Prusse, de la Le-
gion d'Honneur de France, de Charles III. d'Espagne, de St.
Ferdinand et du Merite de Naples, de Sts. Maurice et Lazare de
Sardaigne, de 1'Elephant de Dannemarc, de la Fiddliti et du Lion
de Zahringen de Bade, Bourgeois du Canton de Vaud, ainsi que du
Canton et de la Ripublique de Geneve."
(That is a good lesson in French!)
The plenipotentiary on the part of His Majesty
the King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain
and Ireland," was :
"The Right Honourable Sir Charles Bagot, one of His Majesty's
Most Honourable Privy Council, Knight Grand Cross of the most
honourable Order of the Bath, and His Majesty's Ambassador Ex-
traordinary, and Plenipotentiary to his Majesty the Emperor of all
the Russias."
And the plenipotentiary on the part of the
United States, with the advice and consent of the
Senate thereof," was-
"Henry Middleton, a citizen of the United States, and their
Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to His Majesty
the Emperor of all the Russias."
The Agreement, after reciting these names, says:
"And the said plenipotentiaries, after a reciprocal communication
of their respective full powers, found in good and due form, have
agreed upon the following articles," etc.
Now you know something about diplomacy !
But while thinking of names and titles, you
ought to read "A Treaty of Peace, Friendship,
and Commerce," which was concluded at Antan-
anarivo, on the 13th of May (17th of Alakaosy),
1881, between the United States of America and
the Kingdom of Madagascar. Her Majesty Ranava-
lomanjaka, Queen of Madagascar, was represented
by Ravoninahitriniarivo, who signs his Malagasy
title thus: 15 Voninahitra, Off. D. P. Lehiben ny
Mpanao Raharaha amy ny Vahiny" (which means,
I suppose, i5th Honor, Officer of the Palace,
Chief Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs "), and
by a man of the name of Ramaniraka, whose title
I forget. The titles are modest, but the Madagas-
car notables make up for the deficiency in the
length of their names !
The Khedive of Egypt not long ago gave us an
obelisk, and Congress formally attested our grati-
tude. As a piece of legislation," it ought to be
noted :
JOINT RESOLUTION tendering the thanks of the people of the
United States to His Highness the Khedive of Egypt, for the gift
of an ancient obelisk.
Whereas, The Khedive of Egypt presented to the United States.
the ancient Egyptian obelisk, known as "Cleopatra's needle," which

has been removed and re-erected in the City of New York, thus
placing in the possession of the people of the United States one of
the most famous monuments of the Old World, and one of the ear-
liest records of civilization; be it therefore,
Resolved, by the Senate and House of Refresentatives of the
United States of A merica in Congress assembled, That the thanks
of the people of the United States are hereby tendered to His High-
ness the Khedive of Egypt, for a gift which only the oldest of nations
could make, and the youngest can most highly prize.-Approved
January 12, Is82.
What our friends the people of France think
of us, is evidenced by their generous gift of the
statue of "Liberty Enlightening the World."
The mention of France reminds me, too, of
the ovation which we gave to Lafayette. In 1824,
Congress asked the President to invite Lafayette
to visit us, and the President did so, offering to
bring over the Marquis in a "ship of the line."
He accepted the invitation, but declined the ship.
When he landed, "his progress through the coun-
try resembled a continuous triumphal procession ";
and Congress, "in consideration of his important
services and expenditures during the American
Revolution," voted him a grant of two hundred
thousand dollars and a township of land, which
fact was gracefully communicated to him by a
committee appointed for that purpose. Upon his
death, Congress further testified to the esteem in
which his memory was held, and the affection of
the American people for him, by passing eloquent
resolutions of eulogy.
In 1851, another celebrated man visited us. He
was Louis Kossuth, the Hungarian patriot. The
exiled chieftain was tendered a formal reception by
each House of Congress on separate days, and the
crowd was so great in the Senate Chamber (now
the Supreme Court room), that the newspaper re-
porters voluntarily relinquished their seats in order
to make room for the ladies. This act of gallantry
was deemed so remarkable that special mention
was made of it in the official record of debates.
The Congressmen also gave Kossuth an elegant
banquet, at which General Cass, Daniel Webster
and other distinguished statesmen made addresses.
It was at this banquet that Kossuth delivered the
speech which opened with the famous parallel
between the Senate of Rome and the American
Congress. As one of the highest tributes ever
paid to our Republic, I shall quote the lines:
Sir: As once Cineas, the Epirote, stood among the senators of Rome
who, with a word of self-conscious majesty, arrested kings in their
ambitious march, thus, full of admiration and of reverence, I stand
among you, legislators of the new capitol, that glorious hall of your
people's collective majesty. The capitol of old yet stands, but the
spirit has departed from it, and is come over to yours, purified by
the air ofliberty. The old stands, a mournful monument of the fragil-
ity of human things; yours, asa sanctuary of eternal right. The old
beamed with the red luster of conquest, now darkened by the gloom
of oppression; yours is bright with freedom. At the view of the
old, nations trembled; at the view of yours, humanity hopes.
To the old, misfortune was introduced with fettered hands to kneel
at triumphant conquerors' feet; to yours, the triumph of introduction




is granted to unfortunate exiles, who are invited to the honor of a
seat. And, where kings and Caesars never will be hailed for their
power and wealth, there the persecuted chief of a down-trodden
nation is welcomed, as your great Republic's guest, because he is
persecuted, helpless, and poor. There sat men boasting that their
will was sovereign of the earth; here sit men whose glory it is to
acknowledge 'the laws of nature and of nature's God,' and to do
what their sovereign, the people, wills."

No further instances are perhaps necessary to
show the cordial relations existing between our

King of the Hawaiian Islands visited this country.
The dominion of that monarch is not very extensive;
still he was regarded as a distinguished personage.
When he came to Washington, both Houses re-
solved to accord him a reception. It was not so
very much of a ceremony, but in one respect it was
entirely novel. According to the remarks of Speaker
Blaine, King Kalakaua was the first reigning mon-
arch that ever had set foot upon our shores; hence


government and the other nations of the world; his arrival created quite a stir. A year or so later,
but, as I was present in the House of Representa- the Emperor of Brazil paid us a visit; and since
tives on the occasion of the welcome to a foreign that time we have opened the doors of hospitality
guest, and this time not an exile, but a King, I to other titled folk. But King Kalakaua is entitled
may briefly add one more instance. In 1874 the to the credit of having set them an example.
STo be conihued.)



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A CIRCUS CLOWN dreamed a dream, one night,
That wakened him with laughing;
And when he told it in high delight,
Of how he dreamed of a circus horse
That flew through the air as a matter of
His comrades thought he was chaffing.

" Not so," he declared. "I say 't is true";
And they opened their eyes with wonder.
" I saw him as plain as I now see you;
That horse swung, too, on a high trapeze,-
And he lifted me up from my hands and knees
Till gayly I swung under.

" He slid down the pole like a two-ton cat,
And swung by a rope, my cronies.
Then he vaulted and climbed like an acrobat;
He lay on his back, spun a ball with his feet,-
And his spring-board leaping was quite com-
plete ; -
Why, he leaped over three fat ponies!

" What's more, he did the aquarium act,
Staid under water among the fishes;
You need n't wink,-it 's a solemn fact!
Then as 'the Great Professor Equine

And his Wonderful Sons,' 0 friends of mine!
He exceeded my proudest wishes.

" But that was n't all of my wondrous dream,
Nor half of it, for that matter.
You should have heard the spectators scream
When three great lions, with grace and ease,
Began to juggle like Japanese
With stick and ball and platter.

" Then my turn came," said the circus clown,
For I had to earn my money;
So I ambled up, and nimbled down,
And gave my liveliest tricks and jokes,-
I was doing my best to amuse the folks
As funniest of the funny,-

" When all the people burst out crying,
And begged me hard to stop my trying.
In vain I gave my comical blink
And changed my costumes, quick as a wink;
You never heard such wails and weeping.
This put a sudden end to my sleeping;
I woke to learn, though strange it may seem,
They had wept because it was only a dream!
Poor things I must try with might and main,
For their sakes, to dream it all over again."





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Ting-a-lug, ling sounds the school-bell chorus,
Now for the happy weeks before us;
Five days, study; one day, play;
So shall the school time pass away.
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling / take your places,
Restless forms, and sun-burned faces;
The road to learning is long, they say,
And we 'll take up our march this very day.
So sung the children of the red school-house, on
the first day of ruddy-russet October, or there-
abouts-and so in one way or another sing my
boys and girls all over the land; and a beautiful
cheery song it is, the dear Little School-ma'am says,
though I 'l1 confess that for my own part I enjoy
the closed school-house for a few months each
year-not for my own sake, O studious young
folk but for yours.
However, our happy meetings and talks shall
take place as before, school or no school. We '1
open this time with a little story from the German
language, sent in by your friend Lucy Wheelock.
HIGH in the apple-tree slept a beautiful large
apple; it was rocked by the breezes, and its
cheeks grew redder and redder every day.
A little girl stood under the tree and wanted to
see the apple wake up; but it slept on and on.
The time seemed long to the child and she called
to the sleeper: "Wake up, dear Apple, and come
down to me "; but the apple did not hear.
Then she asked the sun and the birds to help
her, and they were very willing. The sun sent its
beams right into the face of the sleeping apple,
and the birds sang loud songs to it; but it took no
notice of all this.
Suddenly Mr. Wind ran through the garden

and said kindly to the child: Wait, dear little
one, I will wake the apple for you."
She held out her apron, and the wind began to
blow against the apple so hard that it woke up in
a real fright, and quickly sprang down into the
child's apron.
She took the beautiful red-cheeked apple, and
called to her helper: "Thank you, kindly, Mr.
THERE 'S a time in the life of every lion, my
friends, when, as I am told, this king of the forest
is only a little prince, and no bigger than a good-
sized cat, but with this difference: a baby lion
always is heavier than a cat of the same size. His
bones are larger in proportion than a cat's, and his
muscles are more solid. Doubtless, too, his little
roar is heavier than a mere me-ouw; but I suppose
that does n't count.
DEAR JACK: It was asked in the April number
if insects could be attracted by artificial flowers.
One day last summer we found bees in my
mamma's room; we opened the window and tried
to drive them out, but we found that they came in
faster than we could dispose of them. At last we
found they had swarmed in the chimney. A lady
in the room had on a black hat with large red
poppies, and all the bees flew for it, so that she
had to drive them off, and at last she had to leave
the room. Your constant reader,
No; HAZEL McC. must have been wrong when
she supposed that Mr. Brown's great-grandfather
was a Mr. Brown, and that his father was a Mr.
Brown, "and so on back to Adam and Eve." At
least, all my chicks who have answered the ques-
tion which Hazel asked them last spring: How
and when did our forefathers receive their sur-
names?" are certain that Adam and Eve were
not Mr. and Mrs. Brown. In fact, they tell me
that surnames-or family names-were not in use
in England before the time of William the Con-
queror, which was a good many years ago, of
course, although not so far back as Adam and
Eve. It was, indeed, somewhere about the year
A. D. I000, so my chicks say, that these family names
began to be used. The man who had lived in a
wood, and had been called Samuel of the Wood,
finally became Samuel Wood; John the smith (or
iron-worker) became John Smith, and his son who
grew up in the same village was known as John's
son, and finally as Johnson. Poor Richard, who
had not a penny in his purse, at last became Rich-
ard Poor, and his son's name would, perhaps, be
Poor, if not Richard's son or Dick's son. Then,
when these young fellows went off and set up fami-
lies and houses for themselves, they carried these
family names with them, and from these and thou-
sands of other changes came the surnames we now
call our own.
This is the explanation your Jack received from




quite a number of bright young people, who seem to
have made a study of the matter, including: Henry
C. R., of Locust Dale, Va.; S. H. M., of Gor-
mantown, Pa.; M. C. S., Baltimore; Alice R.
D., Devon, Pa.; Irene A. Hackett, Brooklyn; L.
W., Cleveland; Adelaide W., Chicago; Maria J.
Hickman, Grace, and N. J. R. and Adda Warder.

"DEAR JACK," writes Jeanette C. W., "may
I tell your children what a squirrel did?
She invented a boat to carry her babies in. At
all events, a gentleman writing to a paper called the
Toledo Blade says he saw her do it, and I believe
him, for even animal mothers will do wonderful
things when their babies are in question.

"They were on their way to a new part of the
country in Ohio, and in the course of their travels
they came to a creek. Mother squirrel tried to
induce the babies to swim across the stream, but -
bless their little hearts!-they were afraid, and
could not pluck up courage even with mother to
help them.
The squirrel mother was very much distressed
at this, and for a few moments seemed at a loss
what to do. There was the creek, and it must be
crossed. Pretty soon a bright idea struck her,
and she ran briskly up and down the bank of the
stream until she found a piece of wood about a
foot long and half a foot wide.
She dragged that to the edge of the stream and
pushed it into the water until only one end of the
piece of wood rested lightly on the bank.
Then she coaxed the babies to walk out on the

little boat. They stepped on board very timidly
and snuggled closely together. The little mother
then pushed the boat into the stream, and taking
hold of it with her teeth, swam behind it until it
touched the opposite bank, when the babies scam-
pered nimbly ashore, delighted to know that their
mother was placidly following them."
This story is all very well and very true, but I
have one to match it. One day the dear Little
School-ma'am saw a squirrel sailing on the creek
that runs by the red school-house. To be sure,
there was no sail to the boat, and there was no
boat either, for that matter. The squirrel was
seated high and dry on a big piece of bark and
another squirrel was swimming behind and stead-
ily pushing the barque (as the deacon calls it).

Whether the furry passenger was timid, or merely
lazy, I can not say, but probably she was the mother
of the family and she was used to being waited upon.

GRANVILLE, 0., Jan. 29, 1885.
DEAR JACK-IN-THE PULPIT: Will you, or the
dear Little School-ma'am, tell me if this story is
true? I am told that if you capture a nestful of
young mocking-birds, you can easily rear them in
the house; but that if you hang them in a cage
outdoors where the old birds can find them, the
old birds will feed the young something poisonous,
and so kill them. Several have positively assured
me that this is true.
I do not believe that birds could do such an
unnatural thing. A LOVER OF BIRDS.





WHEN the spot-ted cat first found the nest, there was noth-ing in it,
for it was on-ly just fin-ished. So she said, "I will wait!" for she was
a pa-tient cat, and the whole sum-mer was be-fore her.
She wait-ed a week, and then she climbed up a-gain to the top of
the tree, and peeped in-to the nest. There lay two love-ly blue eggs,
smooth and shin-ing! But the spot-ted cat said: "Eggs may be good,
but young birds are bet-ter. I will wait! So she wait-ed; and while
she was wait-ing, she caught mice and rats, and washed her-self, and
slept, and did all that a spot-ted cat should do to pass the time a-way.
Then when an-oth-er week had passed, she climbed the tree a-gain,
and peeped in-to the nest. This time there were five eggs! But the
spot-ted cat said a-gain: Eggs may be good; but young birds are bet-ter.
I will wait a lit-tle long-er!" So she wait-ed a lit-tle long-er, and then
went up a-gain to look. Ah! there were five lit-tle, ti-ny birds, with big
eyes and long necks, and yel-low beaks wide o-pen.
Then the spot-ted cat sat down on the branch, and licked her nose,
and purred, for she was ver-y hap-py. "It is worth while to be pa-tient! "
she said. But when she looked a-gain at the young birds, to see which
one she should take first, she saw that they were ver-y thin. Oh, so.
ver-y, ver-y, VER-Y thin they were! the spot-ted cat had nev-er seen
an-y-thing so thin in her life. "Now," she said to her-self, "if I were
to wait on-ly a few days long-er, they would grow ver-y fat. Thin birds
may be good, but fat birds are much bet-ter. I will wait!" So she
wait-ed; and she watched the fa-ther bird bring-ing worms all day long
to the nest, and said: "A-ha! they must be fat-ten-ing ver-y fast! they
will soon be as fat as I wish them to be! A-ha! What a good thing
it is to be pa-tient!" At last, one day she thought: Sure-ly now they
must be fat e-nough! I will not wait an-oth-er day. A-ha! how good they
will be!" So she climbed up the tree, lick-ing her chops all the way,.
and think-ing of the fat young birds. And when she reached the top,.
and looked in-to the nest--it was emp-ty!!
Then the spot-ted cat sat down on the branch, and spoke thus:
"Well, of all the hor-rid, mean, un-grate-ful creat-ures I ev-er saw, those:
birds are the hor-rid-est, and the mean-est, and the most un-grate-ful!
MI-A-U-OW !! !"






ON many of the great English estates, large numbers of deer are
kept,-"preserved," as it is called; and so strict is the English
law against the destruction of game that these great "preserves"
are not fenced in as are smaller deer parks, but the deer roam over
them unmolested and frequently become very tame. They are,
however, suspicious of danger and ready to gallop away at the first
sign of its approach. The engraving of Mr. Morris's beautiful
picture, which forms the frontispiece of this number of ST. NICHOLAS,
shows us two little girls who, searching for flowers, have strayed far
into one of these deer parks and have come suddenly upon a herd
of deer. The children and the animals appear equally startled. The
big bucks toss up their antlers at a distance and regard the small
intruders with suspicion; the does also stand aloof; but the little
fawns arc very inquisitive, and half inclined to be friendly,-while

the children, not at all happy in their strange surroundings, are
considerably disturbed as they seek the shelter of a sturdy tree-trunk,
where the older child stands in an attitude of mingled protection and
timidity that is charmingly expressed.

Many of our readers will remember an article which appeared in ST.
NICHOLAS, one year ago, entitled On Teaching the Eye to Know
what it Sees "; and all who were interested in that paper will be glad
to read Mr. Arlo Bates's article in the present number, in which he
shows how Those Clever Greeks" adapted their architecture to the
peculiarities of the human vision, and made even their finest build-
ing geometrically incorrect in its details in order that it might have
the right appearance to the eye when seen in its completeness.


DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Reading so many children's letters has
inade me try to write my experience in chestnutting. Some high
rocky ground across from our house they call Chestnut Ridge. It
is quite thickly dotted with the trees, and some of them hang over
the road. When you go up to the top of the ridge you can see a
great deal of country, around the hill a circular valley. On the
other side of the valley it is also dotted with chestnut trees. Then
fields and woods beyond, turned red and yellow, make a fine view.
But instead of telling about nutting I am describing the country.
We have been watching the chestnuts ever since they bloomed in
July, but they can't be gathered till the frost opens the burrs. We
children watched pretty closely for the earliest of them, and to get
the plump and shiniest that are bitten off by the squirrels or rattled
down by the blue jays. This bird is very fond of chestnuts. It
finds the burrs that have opened first, and nearly every burr has two
or three chestnuts in it. The bird picks out one, and the others
fall to the ground for us. The birds keep busily at work, and so
the nuts keep falling through the day. But early in the morning
we find them most plentiful, as the birds begin their work the
earliest, and have quite a good many ready for us; but we catch
up and wait for them to send down more, though we don't get
all the birds shell out, for the chipmunks are there running around
for their share. When the burrs all open, we start out to do better;
when we find a tree that suits the climber, he goes up with a
long pole and whips the full limbs, and the nuts come showering
down so thick and fast that we have to stand from under the
tree until the nut storm is over, when we rush around to pick them
up, and when we get home and measure them we sometimes find we
have a half-bushel, and sometimes a bushel.
Your friend, STELLA T.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am eight years old. We came to this
place the first of June. I have two sisters and one brother. We
jump into the salt water every day. I am learning to swim.
It is very hot here. We had a terrible thunder-storm, every day
in July. It looks very strange to me, to see oranges and bananas
growing, as I have never been south before. Our band plays every
afternoon, and a great many people come from town to hear it.
There is a big light-house opposite our house.
We went into the old Spanish Fort the other day, and into the
dungeons; where so many years ago people were shut up until they
died for want of food and air. My mammawould not go in the dun-
geons; she was afraid.
Your little reader, AMY S.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS : I am the President of the Young Folks
Morrisania Museum of Natural History, of Morrisania, of-N. Y.
We formed our museum last year and have tried to succeed; the
museum consists of six members all of whom are over ten and under
I like to study natural history very much.
One day last week, my brother, a member and myself were catch-

ing dragon-flies in a field of high grass when we noticed some black
birds acting very funny; all at once we saw the male and female birds
alight and then we heard a dreadful screaming and we thought we
had discovered a nest, Ed. (the member) and I rushed down (Ed.
first) to the spot where we had seen the birds alight, and Ed. reached
down to the supposed nest, and there to his astonishment about three
inches from his hand was a snake stretched out; he was so frightened
at his discovery that he jumped up and said, "Hurry up, Bra., a
snake! a snake! I took to my heels lively, I can tell you, and
did n't stop till we had reached a rock of safety; we then got over
our fright and marched out as brave as lions (with stones in our hands)
to defend the birds, but the snake had run away before we reached
there, and so we missed our prize.
Your constant reader, BRAINERD F.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: While reading the poem in ST. NICHOLAS
for July, entitled "Elizabeth Zane," I thought it might interest your
young readers to know that the identical fort which was saved from
the Indians by the heroism of Elizabeth Zane, is still in existence.
While visiting Wheeling, W. Va., this spring, the Rev. Frank S.
de Hass, D. D., called at my mother's home, corner of Zane and
Front streets. While chatting pleasantly upon many subjects he
asked: "Do you know that right opposite this house stands the
identical fort that Elizabeth Zane's courage saved from destruction ? "
Of course none present was aware of the fact, and the Rev. gentle-
man informed us that when the march of improvement rendered it
necessary to destroy the old fort, the logs were brought over to
" The Island," and were used in the erection of a house now owned
by Mrs. Berger, N. W. corner Zane and Front streets. The logs
have been covered by weather-boards, and form the back building of
Mrs. Berger's spacious old-fashioned residence. When I was a little
girl, the spot on which the fort used to stand was occupied by the
house of one of the Zanes; it stood high above the street, and was
surrounded by a stone wall, and I used always to be fearful of Indians
jumping out at me and dragging me off, or scalping me, although I
really knew that the Indians had been driven from that part of the
country years before. "The Zane's house" has long ago disappeared,
the stone wall removed, and the lots graded down to the level of the
street, and nothing remains of outward tangible proof of Elizabeth's
heroic deed but a few logs covered by boards. Even so have small
envious minds striven to cover her fame with a hard coating of
skepticism. But they have not succeeded. C. W. P.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: My brother, who is sixteen, went to
Nebraska two months ago, and one of the first things he asked
before he went was that we should send the ST. NICHOLAS to him.
I must tell you about a prairie-hen of which he wrote in a letter to
Mamma. He says there is one which has a nest a short distance
from the house where he lives; and though the chicken is as large
as a domestic one, its egg is smaller than the smallest bantam egg.
He says she will sit on her nest and let him throw corn to her.
One day, when he was planting corn with the spade, he forgot
about the nest and came near hitting her, when instantly she flew
offofher nest, and instead of flying away or hovering about it, she
ran along the ground and tried to get him to follow. This she con-



tinued until she had led him a little distance from the nest, when she
flew away.
When he went back he found her quietly sitting on her nest.
Was not that strange? Your faithful friend,

COLUMBIA, D. T., July, 1885.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have been reading some of the letters in
ST. NICHOLAS, so I thought I would write one, too. I live in
Dakota, on a farm, where I have wild strawberries every day. I
have a dog and a bird and a horse, and take long rides over the
prairie. 1 have eleven dolls, and do most everything for them.
I have, too, a great many books, but like you best of all.
MONTCLAIR, N. J., 1885.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have long wanted to write and thank you
as a dear friend, to whom we are all indebted both old and young;
and I am especially grateful at this time
for your interesting and instructive article,
"Among the Law-makers." I do hope all
of the readers of ST. NICHOLAS will study it I i
I have saved up for you some anecdotes C I.A P!t
of little friends of mine, thinking they might lL .5
amuse your little readers, and knowing how E
much children enjoy true stories.
One little three-year-old golden-hair always P /i
,called his father Mr. Hay, and his mother
Miss Hay. When he had been naughty,
and his mother began to talk soberly to him,
he would say in his most coaxing tones-
"Now, Miss Hay, don't be angry to me!
be pleasant at me "
I was a guest at his father's house, and
upon my return after a few days' absence,
he said to me, "Ah! Miss Mary, I was a r
naughty boy while you was gone away -I '
killed a fly and sent it to Heavon "
He evidently shared with me my desire -
for letters, as he would climb upon the gate --
when he saw his father returning from the
Post Office, and call out, O say, Mr. Hay,
has the mail-train came in yet ?"
For some reason he always cried when he
*came to the table, and found the blessing
had been asked. I remember upon one of .
these occasions his father said to him, Now,
Philip, if you will be a good boy and not
cry, you may ask the blessing yourself." /
With that he climbed into his high chair,
folded his hands, and reverently bowing his
head, and closing his eyes, fervently ejacu-
lated-"Oh, Lord, bless theladies Amen !"
M.B. B. T 6 li

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: This is only the
second year I have been taking you, so I
have not written before; but I think you
are splendid I tried to make a salt crys-
tal glass, and it seemed to be getting along
very nicely, but I had it on the window-sill,
and one day when I went to open the shut-
ters, I knocked it out, and the glass broke
all to pieces. A little friend of mine tried it
too, and she put indigo in to make it blue;
but we were both surprised when it turned
pinkish instead of blue, after growing a little
while. Hoping there will be room to print
this, I remain, your faithful reader,

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thought I would, too. Papa, Mamma, and I have been wandering
about Europe five months. We have seen London, Chester, Leipzig,
Dresden, and Nuremburg, very thoroughly. A good part of the
time this spring we have been wandering about Saxony on foot. I
think that it is very much nicer than the railroad. We are now in
Pappenheim, a very pretty town that few Americans have heard of.
It is in a very pretty valley, and has a high, rocky hill in the middle
on which stands a lovely ruined castle, belonging to theCountofPap-
penheim. The castle was made a ruin by the Swedes in the thirty
years' war that began in 1633. Inside the castle walls is a tower ninety-
four feet high. It was built by the Romans in the second century !
Four miles from here are the celebrated quarries of Solenhofen, from
which lithographic stones are sent to all parts of the world. The old
Romans used to work these quarries. A gentleman here, named Mr.
Haeberlein, showed us a beautiful collection of fossils. Professor
Agassizbought one of his collections, and it is now at the University
at Cambridge, Mass. I have found some petrified snails here, too.
I am only ten years old, so not too old to be pleased if you will print
my letter. Your devoted reader, H. L. D.

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DEAR ST. NICHOLAS:-I thought I would write and tell you that
I made one of those tents mentioned in the May number of the ST.
NICHOLAS, and instead of small sticks, I used clothes pins to fasten
the string down, which is a good deal easier to procure. The morn-
ing glorys are growing nicely, and everyone thinks the tent is lovely.
Mamma says she can never get anything out of me when I am
reading ST. NICHOLAS. I remain, very sincerely,

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have always liked you better than any
other book, but since I have been in Germany and Mamma doesn't
let me read any other English book, I like you ten times better. I
have seen that several children have written from abroad, so I

IN connection with the base-ball story, How Science Won the
Game," printed in this number, we are glad to give to the readers of
"The Letter-Box," the above base-ball jingle, written and illustrated
by two friends of ST. NICHOLAS.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a little girl, twelve years old. I live
in Washington in the winter-time, and, in the summer, stay with
my aunt on a farm about two miles above Georgetown.
We have a beautiful view of the city and of Washington monument
from the front lawn. The house stands on a high hill and is sur-
rounded with large oaks and beautiful evergreens.
The lawn is even with the Goddess of Liberty on the dome of the
Capitol. A very dear friend of mine gives me, for a birthday present,
your very interesting magazine, and I take great pleasure in read-
ing it. Yours truly, ELIZABETH S.



DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have only been taking you this year,
but I like you very much. The Pacific Ocean is six miles from our
house. We walked out there last week, and had great fun collecting
sea-weed. When I would be just about to pick up one that was in the
shallow water, a large wave would come up, and I had to get out of
its way, or else it would go right over my head. I found some very
pretty sea-mosses, which I dried and put ina frame. I found a very
large shell out there. Wild strawberries grow all over the beach in
abundance. They are much sweeter than the cultivated ones. We
gathered a lot of them, and took them home. I was very tired after
I walked home, but I like to walk to places better than to ride in the
cars. Itis not very warm here now, although it is June. Last sum-
mer it was much warmer. I have only seen snow once, but it was
only a few inches deep. I would like to live in a place where snow
does fall, as we had great fun when it came here. Now, dear
ST. NICHOLAS, please print this letter,
From your new reader,
PINEY POINT, MrD., 1885.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have never written to you before, though
we have been taking you quite a number of years, so I thought I
would write to you to-day and tell you how much I enjoy reading you.
There are no children of my own age in this neighborhood, so I
have no one to play with but my sister Nellie, and she is fifteen
years old.
My sister and myself do all the housework ourselves, but there is
not much to do, as our family is very small.
For pets we have a cat, a little kitten, a dog, and a dear little colt
three months old.

We live on the shore of the Potomac, and we have a beautiful
view of the river from our house. We have a great many cherry-
trees on our place, and we are now busy drying the fruit for winter use.
1 am afraid my letter is getting too long, so I will close.
Hoping you will print this, I am, as ever,
Your constant little reader, SADIE A. I.

ST. Louis, Mo., JULY, 1885.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS:-I have lived in the country all my life
until I came to St. Louis, about half a month ago. I think St. Louis
is a splendid place.
I have visited Houston, Texas, twice (I 've a very dear Auntie
Bess down there), and last time I was there I was presented with a
little horned toad, just as cunning as he could be. I feed him on
cornmeal, and he likes it ever so much. He also likes to have the
top of his funny little head scratched.
Your faithful reader, BESSIE C.

We heartily thank the young friends whose names are here given
for their pleasant letters, which we have not room to print:
Jessie Holland, Lady of the Lake," Elma Tuthill, Alex. Doug-
las, James M. Walsh, Mary and Reba, M. F. F., Jenny W., Emma
and Nellie, Carl G., Bessie Bates, Lewis E. D., Alfred Wright,
Edna Hayes, Lizzie E. Crowell, Mabel Cilley, Blanche Vars, H. L.
B., F. V. E., Willie R., Fritzie Allen, S. C., Rose Mayberry, M. B.
A., Emma R., Constance Lodge Ethel, Mabel T. D.

WE shall retain the floor this month only long enough to congratu-
late you on a happy summer, and a pleasant return to the duties
of the school and of the Association, and wish for one and all a
most prosperous and happy fall and winter.

I HAVE been giving my attention to the growth of several of the
amphibia (Triton cristatus, Lisso triton punctatus, etc.), but chiefly
the common frog. With regard to the frog, I should like to ask the
members of the A. A. a question, which seems to be as yet unset-
tled. Do the hind-legs or the fore-legs appear first as the tadpole
develops into the frog? My own opinion is that the fore-legs are
formed first, but remain for some time closely tucked up to the body,
and that in the meantime the hind-legs appear, and are almost at
once visible to the naked eye.
I send you rules to make sensitive paper to use in taking impres-
sions of leaves, ferns, etc. Take a sheet of unglazed letter-paper,
and wash it over, in the dark, with a strong solution of potassium
hi-chromate and let it dry carefully. The paper will then be ready
for use, and can be kept for some time (in the dark) without spoiling.
Lay whatever you wish to copy on the sensitive side of your paper,
and on that a piece of clean plate-glass. Put a piece of board, of the
same size as the glass, under your paper, and bind all together with
two strong rubber bands. Now expose to strong sunlight for ten
minutes or three-quarters of an hourin diffused daylight, and you will
have a picture of your fern, white on a dark background. To fix it,
wash it carefully in cold water for a minute. I shall be pleased to
send specimens to any members who would like them. Believe me,
yours very sincerely, WILLIAM L. TORRANCE,
Oldfield Lodge, Altrincham, England.

88, Newark, N. J. (D). Our number has increased to eleven
active and seven honorary members. Our cabinet contains about
thirty stuffed birds, a monkey, and two squirrels, besides minerals,
eggs, shells, and pressed flowers. We hope to give a prize soon to
the member who has made the best collection during the season.
-Pennington Satterthwaite, Sec.
823, Farmdale, Ky. (A). We have a good hall, containing a
great many books, specimens, etc. Every Saturday night, at least
one member is required to read an original essay on a subject
selected by himself After the essays, we have discussions. At
the meetings each one reports what he has done during the week.-
Sam'l F. Owen, Sec.
470, Nicollet, Wis. (B). We have a busy working Chapter of
twenty-five. The interest all the time since our organization in
1882 has been very good, and the attendance large. Our plan
of work is varied. For a time, subjects were chosen on which essays
were read, followed by a talk. At another time, we took three topics
at a time: birds, flowers, and rocks. Again, each member selected a
subject and gave a little talk about it. Now we are doing more in the
way of direct observation of the nest-building of birds, the growth of
birds, and the miracle of the butterfly. We have a room fitted upin
the high school, and have about 450 specimens.-Sara Ritchie, Sec.
757, Akron, Ohio, (A). The subject of our last meeting was the
Diamond. It proved the most interesting yet chosen. Father has
just returned from Europe, and has brought us some very valuable
specimens and a microscope, which we value greatly.-Pauline E.
Lane, Sec.
692, Saegertown, Pa. (A). We have bought Dana's Manualof
Mineralogy and Geology, and an eighty-five Queen's microscope, and
have a balance of $13.52 in the treasury. We have 201 mounted




objects now, and intend to mount more soon. One of our members
can mount specimens very nicely, and as we have the use of a steam
printing-press, we print the labels for the slides. We now have 685
specimens in our herbirium, 784 minerals, 557 shells, and 47Z geo-
logical examples, besides miscellaneous curiosities, which we keep
in a separate case. We have 204 volumes in our library. I received
the student's collection of minerals from Denver, Col., and I must
say they are real beauties. One of our members comes six miles to
our meetings.- Miss Lizzie Apple, Sec.
97, St. Croix Falls, Wis. (A.) We are progressing admirably.
All our members are very much interested in the work, and much
knowledge has been gained by the constant notes taken. We have
a beautiful cabinet nearly filled with fine minerals. We have made
very strict laws to prevent robbing birds' nests. No member shall
take more than one egg from a nest, and he must make a mark on
the tree or near the nest, so that no other person may take another.-
Ray S. Baker, Sec.
746, Helena, Montana (A). At our meetings we have had chemi-
cal and electrical experiments, discourses on bees, ants, foxes, birds,
and raccoons; and reports on various objects found. S. H. Hepner,

[We insert the following letter to show the delightful man-
ner in which a plications for membership in the A. A. come to us,
as itgradually extends itselfover the land.]

WE wish to form a new Chapter, and join the rest who are at work
under the competent instruction of the A. A. We are living on a
stock ranch, over fifteen miles from town.
It is one of nature's most beautiful spots. A rushing musical
river winding in graceful curves shows the course of the valley, and
the mountains are magnificent, and present views of which we never
tire. With no society beyond our own two families, with a river of
life, a valley of botany, and mountains of geology, is it any wonder
we wish to study? -Mrs. F. A. Reynolds (now Sec. Ch. 852).
8o7, Burlingtsn, Iowa (A). We have about five hundred mineral-
ogical specimens. We have not yet taken a regular course of study,
but we intend to do so during the coming winter.- Carrie Carper,
Box 571, Sec.
561, Cincinnati, 0. (B.) Our membership has increased to twenty.
We have had two microscopical exhibitions, and at each of the other
meetings interesting papers have been read.-David P. Schorr, Sec.
851, Cambria Station, Pa. (B.) With your approval, my little
school desires to form a Chapter of the A. A. Last week we orga-
nized, and, already noting the zeal with which the children take hold
of the work mapped out for next meeting, I am surprised, at myself
for having been so slow to commence the work.- Miss Fanny M.
687, Adrian, Mich. In reading one of the late numbers of the ST.
NICHOLAS, I noticed in the Agassiz report a question a qes s to whether
there exists such a thing as a hoop-snake. Enclosed is a clipping
from a New Orleans paper, I thought might be of interest, insomuch
as it declares that there is such a snake.-F. B., Pres.
(Thefollowing is a cofy of the newsfpa ter item.)
"' Mr. W. H. Inloes, of Asheville, N. C., writes to the Baltimore Sun
to correct a statement from Mr. Rheim, of the Smithsonian Insti-
tute, to the effect that there is no such thing as a hoop-snake. Mr.
Inloes says: 'Two years ago I was staying at the Black Rock
Springs, Augusta County, Va., when a young man named Eagle shot
a snake and brought it to springs, where it was examined by at least
fifty of us. The mountaineers said it was a horn "or hoop-snake."
It was four and one-half feet long, white, with black rings and had
two horns at the end of its tail. Mr. Eagle took a stick and pressed
the end of the tail, when two horns came out and emitted what
seemed to be a poisonous matter. It is said that the snake assumes
the shape of a hoop in making its attack, and that the only safety
from it is to get behind a tree.'"
712, Brooklyn (I). Our list of members has increased to six. The
state of our finances is good, but above all, we feel the benefit we
have derived from the many pleasant hours we have spent in one
another's company.-Edw. J. Sheridan, x8i Raymond St., Sec.
413, Denver, Col. Essays have been read on the white crowned
sparrow and house-finch, sets of eggs being brought to the meeting,
and skins of the sparrow. Also, essays on shore and meadow larks,
crow, ptarmigan, magpie, snowbird, cowbunting, and red-shafted
flicker. Skins of these were brought to the meeting. Then we had
an extemporaneous debate. "Resolved, that warblers are of more
benefit to vegetation than fly-catchers." One meeting was almost
wholly devoted to the dissection of specimens.- Horace G. Smith,
Jr., Sec.
86o, Peru, Fla. (A.) Our Chapter has been off on a holiday ex-
cursion, and we were gone more than a week. We visited a mound
composed entirely of shells. It was about thirty feet high, and a
quarter of a mile long. It is on the shore of Tampa Bay. It has
several trees on it, and is covered with Salvia, which, at our old home
in Carolina, was prized as a hot-house flower. Two of our party
found a boat adrift, and felt quite proud when they succeeded in
securing it. We killed a small alligator, and one of the boys caught
a drumfish that weighed about forty pounds.- A. J. Mays, Sec.

674, Waslington, D. C. (I.) Our prospects are very favorable.
We have about $4.oo in the treasury, and are going to give an enter-
tainment so as to add to this sum. We have about 50 specimens, all
labeled and catalogued.-Spencer A. Searle, Sec.
609, Brooklyn (H). We have added three new members to our
Chapter. We have a cabinet, and are getting specimens forit. We
have been studying the three great kingdoms of Nature, and the
sub-kingdoms of the animal division from our specimens: First, we
studied the zobphytes, from the sponge and different kinds of coral;
then the radiates, from the echinus and asterias; then mollusks,
from an oyster and a hard and soft clam; and now we have taken
up articulates, viz., the crab and lobster.-Philip Van Ingen, Sec.
698, Middleport, N. Y. (A.) We have increased our membership
to 46, and we enjoy the A. A. very much. We are to hold a picnic to-
morrow in Mr. Freeman's grove, about two miles south, and we are
all going. We have been obliged to give up our drama, and we had
it all learned but the fifth act, as one of the boys backed out at the
last minute, and said he would not play his part, and he had four
of the acts already learned, and we have all the boys that belong
to the Society take part, so there are none left to take his place.
I think he served us a very mean trick. At our last meeting we
debated this question, "Is the Common Crow a Detriment to the
Country?" and after some good debating, it was decided that the
crow was a detriment. As it is time to go to bed, to get a good
night's rest, to be prepared for our picnic, I must close.-J. W.
Hinchey, Sec.
767, Chicago (X). We are getting along finely. Our meetings
are growing longer, and a great deal more interesting as we grow
older. We have a room, and hope to secure a cabinet soon.-John
Cook, Sec.
448, Washington (G). We have been very happy since I last wrote,
spending our money. Our new cabinet cost only the price of the
materials, as it was built after school hours by our librarian. It has
been a great pleasure to select our new books, guided by the invalu-
able Hand-book. Many presents have been given us lately; speci-
men boxes, and labeled bottles, pamphlets, and fine official note-
I think we deserve our good fortune, for we are really a devoted
little Chapter. The children as interested, and their reports as inter-
esting as ever.--Miss Isabelle McFarland, Sec.
482, Buckingham, Pa. (A.) We have noticed that the I7-yearlo-
cust makes its song, by means of two little accordion-like organs
under the wings.- Mary J. Atkinson, Sec.

[Is not the insect probably a cicada? And does not a "song"
require to be ad by the voice ?]

709, Ptila. (Z.) We have appointed a business committee of five,
to which are referred all matters of a business nature; thus, at our
meetings, our whole attention is given to science.
This has proved a successful plan, and we commend it to other
Chapters.--Josiah H. Penniman, Sec.
678, Taunton, blass. All our 7 members take great interest in
their work. Our cabinet is 4% feet high, and has four shelves and
four drawers for birds' eggs, insects, etc., and one large drawer for
botanical specimens. Are members of the A. A. allowed to collect
bird's eggs?
[This question isfrequently asked us, andwe will say that the mem-
bers of the A. A. are not entitled, as members, to any peculiar license
in this or any other matter. The laws ofthe disfrent States vary,
and you should consult a lawyer, or the authorities of your own
743, Detroit, Mich. (F.) Our meetings are held every week in the
High School. We have the use of microscopes, and the help of
some of our honorary members. We have started a library. Our
courses ot study are planned by the Executive Committee, composed
of the officers. Essays and extracts from the note-books which we all
keep, are read at our meetings. Our excursions out of the city are
also very interesting and instructive.
We now have 20o active and 8 honorary members.- Henry G.
Field, Sec.
472, Hazleton, Pa. (A.) Have purchased a compound microscope
and have prepared some slides for it. Have just returned from a
camping expedition laden with specimens, and have welcomed one
new member.-Thos. McNair, Sec.
758, Binghamton, N. Y. (A.) We have all been greatly benefited
thus far, and pleased by our progress.
Most of us are studying by ourselves since we stopped our meet-
ings for the vacation.-Ch. F. Hotchkin, Sec.
699, Odin, Pa. (A). We have been keeping pond snails and fresh-
water clams in aquaria made by setting tin pans in the edge of a
spring. Have also caged various species of land-snails in boxes and
pens, where we have watched their habits. Would be very glad to
correspond with any Chapter that has studied snails.- Victor L.
Beebe, Sec.

[In all suchk cases, the secretary shou ldreport not merely the fact
that certain observations have been made, but particularly what
has been learned by the observations. ]




409, Sag Harbor, N. Y. During the summer, our President
has appointed committees to collect specimens. They have had
special field-days, and at the next meeting have brought in the speci-
mens collected and told what they had found out about them. We
have subscribed for an excellent scientific paper, and shall hereafter
keep a catalogue of all books and papers.-Cornelius R. Sleight, Sec.
839, Bolton, England. We are taking botany as our chief sub-
ject. We keep a list of the various flowers we find, the time of flower-
ing, the place where found, and the natural order to which-they
belong.-R. Ainsworth, Sec.
804, Richmond, Ind. Our room is now the workshop of a taxi-
dermist, the father of one of us. He has 200 or 300 kinds of birds
constantly on hand, and is always sending them away and receiving
new ones. We have the rare privilege of examining these birds,
and also have access to his ornithological library, which is quite
extensive. Richmond is quite noted for its fossils, and we wish to
exchange with a few good Chapters. Each of us is required to keep
a note-book of the things he has seen.-R. H. Webb, Sec.
Canadian Lepidoptera.-E. C. Trenholme, Cote St. Antoine,
Montreal, Canada.
Lepidoptera and Coleoptera.-G. M. Edwards, Cote St. Antoine,
Montreal, Canada.


i. Is carbon, Avis, taken from the earth? 2.
Suppose we, for fun, dye the horse blue. 3. I
have seen Booth, I am sure, in Hamlet. 4. You -
can stamp a piece of canvas for a tidy. 5. When
gold is at par I am going to make a fortune.
6. You may put in the pan a mass of flour, and
I will add milk and eggs. 7. I must take a
nap lest I fall asleep on the journey. 8. Let
us play one game more. 9. A glove nicely cut
always fits well. 10. Well done, gallant soldiers
ii. Can you see Ben gallop toward us on his i
pony? 12. Apollo belongs to Greek mythology.

Ferns, grasses, and snails from valley of the Hudson River, for
snails from any other locality, and for minerals.-F. S. Arnold,
Box o164, Poughkeepsie, N. Y.
For xo two-cent stamps I will mail, post-paid, a fine cabinet photo-
graph of snow crystals and description.-W. B. Merrill, Box 213,
Lexington, Ill. 1Sec. Ch. 747).
Minerals and woods.-Wm. Andrus, Lenox, Mass.
No. Name. No. of Members. Address.
882 Arlington, Mass........ 6..F. E. Stanton. Box 32.
424 Decorah, Ia. (A) ...... 6..M. R. Steele.
519 Lawrence, Kan.. (A). 6..FredBorgholthaus.
339 Salt Lake, Utah (A).... 6..Arthur Webb, 446 E. 3d, South.
613 Winooski, Vt. (A)...... 4..S. G. Ayres (nearly all the mem-
bers have moved from the town).
Address all communications for this department to the President,
Principal of Lenox Academy, Lenox, Mass.


S. ,-, --NTCWA.

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_- .-

I. ACRoss: r. In clothe. o. The juice of
plants. 3. Steam. 4. Occupying the axis -i
ot anything. 5. Famous. 6. A slight bow.
7. In clothe. DOWNWARD: I. The front of
an army. 2. A native of Saxony. 3. The edi- --
fice occupied by the Congress of the United
States. 4. Impelled by poles. 5. A color.
11. ACROSS: i. In clothe. 2. A familiar
game. 3. Blunders or contradictions. 4. A
simpleton, 5. Stylish. 6. To regret. 7. In
clothe. DOWNWARD: i. A place to store
grain. 2. A surname of a line of English
kings. 3. A large fish. 4. A spherical body.
5. A pen. H. H. D.
My first is in bad, but not in good;
My second in turban, but not in hood;
My third is in town, but not in village;
My fourth is in thief, but not in pillage:
My fifth is in earl, but not in count; 'i L
My sixth is in stream, but not in fount; ""
My seventh in cat, but not in dog; -
My eighth is in cloud, but not in fog; < .. '
My ninth is in loop, but not in ring; "!r' ','
My whole is a flower that comes in spring. i -
I IN pickerel. 2. A porker. 3. A tinker.
4. The reports of proceedings in the British
Parliament. 5. A poisonous trailing plant.
6 Sumptuously. 7. Comical 8. Twenty-
four hours. 9, In pickerel. NAVAJO."
I A COVERING for the floor. 2. An Ara-
bian prince, or military commander. 3. A
break. 4 A fondling 5. Two-thirds of a THIS differs from the ordinary numerical enigma, in that the words forming it are pictured
possessive pronoun. 6. In tents, instead of described. The answer, consisting of sixty-five letters, is a couplet by Herrick,
FRANK CHASE. and embodies the same idea as the Latin quotation given on the pictured book.




I. TRANSPOSE a word meaning parsimonious, and have a word
meaning diminishes little by little; transpose again, and have fruits;
again, and have an instrument of warfare; again, and have to de-
scribe grammatically; again, and have gathers.
II. TRANSPOSE a word meaning small spiders, and have to strike;
transpose again, and have articles ; again, and have sends forth;
again, and have a daily paper.


4 .. -. .. 2
AcROSs: I. Having the quality of a director. 2. To do anything
off-hand. 3. Leaping. 4. To writhe. 5. To disclose. 6, In party.
7. To fondle. 8. In music; a direction equivalent to "very." 9.
Jamaica pepper. to. A stretching. i. Continues anew.
Centrals, reading downward, omnipresent; from I to 2, devia-
tions from the natural shape or position; from 3 to 4, in every
writing-desk. "NAVAJO."

I. I. To furnish with a second mast. 2. One who makes proud
3. A Jewish critical work. 4. Made amends. 5. Calm. 6. Bar-
II. The snake-bird. 2. Opposed to. 3. Sets anew. 4. A
weaver's cutting instrument. 5. Rank. 6. To force back against
the current. H: H. M.

RHOMBOID. I. Egret. 2. Oakum. 3. Tenor. 4. Sidon. 5.
LAMP PUZZLE. Central letters, reading downward, The Petro-
leum Oil Wells. Cross-words: ., uTe. 2. sHy. 3. tEa. 4. aPe.
5. shEep. 6. parTing. 7. sepaRated. 8. physiOgnomy. 9.
aLe. o1. dEn. rt. crUel. X2. graMmar. 13. phonOlogy. 14.
pertinent. 15. raiLing. 16. alWay. 17. crEep. x8. shaLlop.
19. schoLarly. 20. dispoSition.
NUMERICAL ENIGMA. Quotation from Horace: "Mingle a little
folly with your wisdom." Quotation (author unknown):
"A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the wisest men."
REVERSIBLE DIAMONDS: i. S. 2. Ape. 3. Speed. 4. Eel.
5. D. Reversed: i. D. 2. Lee. 3. Deeps. 4. Epa sepall). 5.
DOUBLE ACROSTIC. Primals, Powhatan; finals, helpless. Cross-
words: i. PriggisH. 2. OrganizE. 3. WrongfuL. 4. HardshiP.
5. ArmoriaL. 6. ToleratE. 7. AgitateS. 8. NearnesS.


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THIS puzzle is based upon one of the Mother Goose rhymes. The
pictures represent the last words of each of the five lines of the verse.
What is the verse?

CHARADE. Sel-dom.
WORD-SQUARE. i. Anger. 2. Nerve. 3. Groan. 4. Evade.
5. Renew.
INCLOSED DIAMOND. Letters represented by stars spell "cir-
cumstantially." Cross-words: I. Structure. 2. Permeates. 3.
Fertility. 4. Firmament. 5. Analogous. 6. Syndicate. 7. Salera-
tus. 8. Sepulchre. 9. Brilliant.
ILLUSTRATED WORD-DWINDLE. Stages, gates, stag, tag, at, a.
SINGLE CENTRAL ACROSTIC. Centrals, reading upwards: Lob-
sters. Cross-words: I. MoSes. 2. shRed. 3. slEet. 4. saTin.
5. baSin. 6. elBow. 7. shOws. 8. soLid.
4. Minimum. 5. Timer. 6. Cur. 7. M. II. 1. M. 2. Dim. 3.
Dales. 4. Militia. 5. Meter. 6. Sir. 7. A. III. z. M. 2.
Ram. 3. Riles. 4. Malaria. S. Merit. 6. Sit. 7. A. IV. r.
M. 2. Sam. 3. Sages. 4. Magdala. 5. Mealy. 6. Sly. 7-
A. V. i. A. 2. Ten. 3. Tyrol. 4. Aerated. 5. Noted. 6.
Led. 7. D.

THE names of those who send solutions are printed in the second number after that in which the puzzles appear. Answers should be
addressed to ST. NICHOLAS "Riddle-box," care of THE CENTURY Co., 33 East Seventeenth St., New-York City.
ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN THE JULY NUMBER were received,too late for acknowledgment in the SEPTEMBER number, from Nellie B. Ripley,
ii -W. R. M., ro-Sadie and Bessie Rhodes, I -" Mithridates," 9-Jennie P. Miller, sx -Dorrie and Gretchen, ri-H. B. Saunders,
4-Ada M. Towle, 2-E. N. B, and C. B., x -Marian and Eleanor, 3-"Arthur Pendennis," 8-Bessie Burch, 9- "Jack Spratt,"
7 Two Cousins," 9- Severance Burrage, rT Duke," 4 Mamma, Papa, and Herman, 7- Grace Cooper, I Hallie Couch, o1
- Francis W. Islip, Geo. Habenicht, 4-Pernie, 1o-Marion W. Anderson, xo-C. M. P., 2- Della Ware," Jennie Balch,
8- Emily Danzel, 3- Hattie, Lillie, Ida, and Aunt Henrietta, ii Lulu, r U. B. Thomas and Father, 5- K. Wentzel, I -Maud,
Laura, and Bessie, o1- Mary F. Davenport, 2- R. K., Papa, and Mamma, 9-" P. K. Boo," r Fanny, Diana, and Uncle Joe, zo
- Edith L. Young and Jennie L. Dupuis, it Bassie S., nx S. A. M., Ir Eleanor and Maude Peart, 4.
ANSWERS TO ALL THE PUZZLES IN THE AUGUST NUMBER were received, before August 20, from Arthur Gride- Paul Reese--
Chester and Amey Aldrich Eureka "- Maggie and May Turrill Albert S. Gould San Anselmo Valley "- The Carters But-
tons," and Lady Teazle "- Willard Reed and Winthrop Greene-" Homer"- Willie Serrell and friends-" Sandysides"- F. W.
Islip Mollie and Kate Betsey and the Boys Severance Burrage.
ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN THE AUGUST NUMBER were received, before August o2, from Louise Weir, 5- Russell Miller, 7- Chin-
gachgook," 6- Blanche Erdt, I Adele Neuburger, Istlam," 2 G. and E. Rhoads, i Hettie F. Mayer, 2 "Pepper and
Maria," 12-"Impatient Youngster," a-"Humbug," --Walter G. Muirheid, 4-Arthur B. Spencer, i-Jennie and Berry, 6-
Mary E. Breed, I- L. H., 7-David H. Webster, --W. G. McMurchy, 5-Jared W. Young, Reggie and Nellie, 12-" Mar-
moset," 5-Ethel Daymude, 6- Clarence H. Woods, 9-Henry McAden, i-Clara Conover, r-Virginia, Margaret, and Josephine,
5- Percy Alfred Varian, 3- Mary A. Pennington, 2 -Faun Penfield, i- Effie K. Talboys, 8-Edward C. Hall, 3-Mamma and
Helen, xn "Nezahualcoyotl," r-Anna M. Calkins, 4-Llewellyn Lloyd, 2-Janey Hutchinson, 2-Lucy M. Bradley, 12- Grace
Zublin, iz-Carrie Howard, o- Meg, Jo, and Beth, 5-Madeleine S., ix-No name, Chicago, 7- Uncle Will and Mamie, 5- C.
Anthon Day, i -Alice M. Burr, -- Katie, Jamie, and Mamma, 12 Eleanor and Maude Peart, 4- Vinton H. and Edith N., 12 -
No name, Readville, 12--Grace Stanton Davenport, 5-Pepper and Salt, 4--Jennie A. Halstead, 7--Sadie and Bessie Rhodes, 10-
Bessie B. Adams, i-Grace, Anna, Nellie, B., Bridget, Bertha, Clara and Sadie, --W. K. Gaylord, 5-"Forlorn Hope," 8-Two
Cousins, ix-A. F. Lewis, to-Jennie and Mother, --Emily Danzel, i-Charlotte and Harry Evans, 3-"He and I," 5-"Mr. U.
E. Bode," 7-Arthur L. Mudge, --Fanny R. Jackson, 8-Emma St. C. Whitney, 10--Nellie B. Ripley, 12-W. R. M., to-
"Arthur Pendennis," 3-Helen E. Howell, 3-Lillie, Ida. and Olive Gibson, 8- Judith i -" Clive Newcome," I Helen E. Nelson,
c--"P. K. Boo," 8.



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