Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Hezekiah Butterworth
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The wonderful way around the...
 Some useful things to know for...
 Nicaragua - Chicago - The Yellowstone...
 Tales and amusements on the...
 Japan, Hong-Kong, China, and...
 Ceylon, the Taj, and the great...
 The most beautiful temples in the...
 To the Mount of the Beatitudes...
 Walhalla (Regensburg) - The midnight...
 Southampton and the Isle of...
 The coast of the discovery
 Education in South America...
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Group Title: Zigzag series ;, 17
Title: Zigzag journeys around the world
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Title: Zigzag journeys around the world
Series Title: Zigzag series
Alternate Title: Zig-Zag journeys around the world
Physical Description: 320 p. : ill., ports., ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Butterworth, Hezekiah, 1839-1905
Estes & Lauriat ( Publisher )
John Wilson and Son ( Printer )
University Press (Cambridge, Mass.) ( Printer )
Publisher: Estes and Lauriat
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: John Wilson and Son ; University Press
Publication Date: c1895
Subject: Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fathers and sons -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Storytelling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Travelogue storybooks -- 1895   ( local )
Bldn -- 1895
Genre: Travelogue storybooks   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
United States -- Massachusetts -- Cambridge
Statement of Responsibility: by Hezekiah Butterworth ; fullly illustrated.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
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    Front Matter
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    Half Title
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    Title Page
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    Hezekiah Butterworth
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    The wonderful way around the world
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    Some useful things to know for a voyage around the world
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    Nicaragua - Chicago - The Yellowstone National Park - The Yosemite - The volcano of Kilauea
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    Tales and amusements on the sea
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    Japan, Hong-Kong, China, and Borneo
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    Ceylon, the Taj, and the great bo-tree
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    The most beautiful temples in the world
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    To the Mount of the Beatitudes - Venice to Thuringia
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    Walhalla (Regensburg) - The midnight sun
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    Southampton and the Isle of Wight
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    The coast of the discovery
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    Education in South America - Mexico
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ntibersit CMress:


T is not for every person to attain riches; no more
is it the destiny of every one to ascend to the realms
of success in literature. Nevertheless, those of us who
labour in the rank and file of the army of literary and
journalistic workers, love to read of those who are
known both at home and abroad, and to hear the
story of their lives from the beginning to the pinnacle of renown.
Such a person, the ideal of whom I have always pictured in my mind,
deserves the place assigned to him by the public, that great critic that
assumes to designate what is good and what is not good. The
people, the readers, the intelligent of humanity, assign every literary
worker to some place, some position, in the galaxy of crowned and
uncrowned kings. But it is not to this fact alone that such successful
writers owe their position. It is owing to their own exertions. It is
for what they have done to educate and elevate mankind, for what
they have given to the world, that they have the gratitude of nations;
and just in proportion to what they have done, will their position be.
We form our impression of an author from his books. We think of
him as possessing a delightful personality or the opposite. Who
does not delight in charming personality? I do. Such a man is the
subject of my sketch. I have the pleasure of, to a certain extent,
a personal acquaintance with Mr. Hezekiah Butterworth, best known,


perhaps, by the thousands upon thousands of people throughout this
country and Europe, in the school and in the family circle, as the
author of the Zigzag Journeyings." But who will not love to know
of him all the more, when I tell you that Mr. Butterworth is editorially
connected with that greatest and most successful of modern periodicals
for the young, the Youth's Companion ?
Mr. Hezekiah Butterworth was born in Warren, R. I., December
22d, in the year 1839, his family being among the earliest settlers of
Rhode Island. He grew up on the old estates, where he worked, in
the mean time studying and obtaining his education, taught some, and
wrote for the popular papers of the day. In 1870 he became con-
nected with the Youth's Companion" as assistant editor, a position
which he has held for nearly twenty years. Mr. Butterworth possesses
the faculty for seeing what is wanted by young minds, and hence his
great success in connection with the "Youth's Companion," which
has, without a doubt, a greater hold upon the youth of the country
than any other paper of any name or description. In 1875, Mr.
Butterworth wrote the Story of the Hymns," for which he received
the George Wood gold medal. He has recently written a companion
volume, now to be published, entitled the Story of the Tunes."
While engaged in his editorial duties some ten years ago, Dana
Estes, Esq., of the publishing house of Estes and Lauriat, showed
him a popular French work called Zigzag Journeys." The book
gave an account of a French schoolmaster who took a class of boys
on a journey in search of story-places. Mr. Butterworth, knowing
what was wanted in their line, believed books of stories of places
would be likely to prove useful to home and school education, and
wrote a specimen book on the French plan. It was entitled Zigzag
Journeys in Europe." The book was immediately popular, and about
forty thousand copies of it have been sold.' The educational journals,
and the press generally, saw the purpose of the book, and very highly
1 Nearly ioo,ooo have now been sold.


commended it. One New York paper, however, a critical journal,
ridiculed it, and said : He threatens to go on." Mr. Butterworth did
go on.1 Eleven volumes of the Zigzag series of books have been
written, and some three hundred thousand volumes sold; and they have
been placed in most school libraries, having become a popular annual.
" Something new" is the never ending demand in literature. Mr.
Butterworth has been very successful in pursuing original plans,
and making for himself a field outside, largely, of the conventional
work of literature. Of this, the most striking example is the Zigzag "
series, which books owe their success, to a great extent, to their
novelty. As a cantata librettist he wrote "Under the Palms," "David,
the Shepherd Boy," and other like works, which have been very
popular in this country and in England, owing to their peculiar con-
struction, as well as their adaptability to popular concerts. There
have been more than fifty thousand copies of Under the Palms'
sold in England alone.
As a poet, Mr. Butterworth has published two volumes, namely:
" Poems for Christmas, Easter, and New Year" (Estes and Lauriat);
and Songs of History (New England Publishing Company). He
is to issue this year a volume of poems on Florida and the Palm
I wish space would allow me to quote from this volume as freely
as I would like. It is a beautiful volume of holiday styles, bound in
vellum. From the volume which Mr. Butterworth kindly presented
to me, I will take the liberty of making a few references. I do not
assume the roll of critic. Not I; but. what particularly pleases me
is a poem entitled The Clocks of Kenilworth," suggested by the
ruined church at Jamestown, Virginia. Starting out under the
quotation, well known to my readers -

The clocks were stopped at the banquet hour."

1 This is the sixteenth volume.


the poem reads: -
An ivy spray in my hand I hold,
The kindly ivy that covers the mould
Of ruined halls; it was brought to me
From Kenilworth Castle o'er the sea. -
"Oh, Ivy, Ivy, I think of the Queen,
Who once swept on her way through the oak walks green,
To Kenilworth, far in the gathering glooms,
Her cavalcade white with silver plumes.
"They are gone, all gone, those knights of old
With their red-cross banners and spurs of gold,
And thou dost cover their castle's mould,
Oh, Ivy, Ivy, dark and cold! "

The next verse goes on to describe the entering of the Queen
into the Castle, -

When the great bell strikes in the signal-tower,"

amid the peal of trumpets and the roll of drums, where the thousand
goblets await her, and pictures the progress of that lady, who takes
her.stand on the dais when falls a deep silence on the blazing halls
as the Queen opens her lips, when to the honor of all that brilliant
throng, the clocks begin to beat, seeming to say in the stillness, -
Dying, dying, this too this too shall pass away "

The sixth stanza goes on : -
Then the dark knights say, What is wanting here ?'
'That the hour should last'- so said a peer.
'The hour shall last 'the proud earl calls;
'Ho Stop the clocks in the banquet halls!'
And the clocks' slow pulses of death were stilled,
And the gay earl smiled, and the wine was spilled,
And the jewelled Queen at the dumb clocks laughed,
And the flashing goblet raised and quaffed."

The poem then goes on to relate how the proud earl never won
his bride, how the Queen grew old, gray, and withered, and the senti-




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ment spoken by the clocks is beautifully, touchingly pictured in the
last stanza, which I give. Of the Queen it says: -

On her crownless brow fell white her hair;
And she buried her face in her cushions there:
'One moment!' it echoed through the hall,
But the clock stopped not on the arrased wall.
There is a palace whose dial towers
Uplift no record of vanishing hours,
Disease comes not to its doors, nor falls
Death's dusty step in its golden halls.
And more than crowns, or castles old,
Or red-cross banners, or spurs of gold,
That palace key it is to hold,
Oh, Ivy, Ivy, dark and cold "

This poem was originally published in Wide Awake." A few of
the poems in this volume have before been published, but many of
them are here published for the first time.
Songs of the New England Hayfield particularly takes my fancy,
as it vividly recalls to my mind the days of my boyhood and scenes in
the hayfield.
"Verazzano also greatly pleases me. But next to The Clocks
of Kenilworth," Literatus: Lincoln's Last Dream pleases me most
President Lincoln, just before the assassination, is said to have re-
marked to Mrs. Lincoln: When my cares of state are over, I wish
to go to Palestine." The poem is a pathetic picture of Lincoln's
life during the great struggle for the freedom of slaves, and closes by
referring touchingly to the death of Lincoln, in the last verses, as
follows: -

April morning; flags are blowing;
'Thwart each flag a sable bar.
Dead, the leader of the people;
Dead, the world's great commoner.


"Bells on the Potomac tolling;
Tolling by the Sangamon;
Tolling from the broad Atlantic
To the Ocean of the Sun.

"Friend and foe clasp hands in silence,
Listen to the low prayers said,
Hear the peoples' benedictions,
Hear the nations praise the dead.

Lovely land of Palestine!
He thy shores will never see,
But, his dream fulfilled, he follows
Him who walked in Galilee."

He read the poem at the opening of the Peace and Arbitration
Congress at Chicago at the World's Columbian Exposition.
Many of his poems read well to musical accompaniments, and he
has prepared a compilation of musical effects, "Readings with
Musical Accompaniments" (John Church & Co.). Mr. Butterworth
wrote Young People's History of Boston," edited "Young People's
History of America," and has contributed to the Atlantic Monthly "
under Mr. Howells, to "Appleton's Journal" and "St. Nicholas,"
" Wide Awake," and "Santa Claus;" and is also a contributor .to
Harper's publications. He has, moreover, written for the Chau-
tauqua works. As a traveller Mr. Butterworth has visited Europe,
the South, West, and North-west of our own country, and Canada and
Cuba and Venezuela, thus extending his field of knowledge by careful
observation which has added materially to the value of his writings. Mr.
Butterworth possesses a personal charm that is transferred to the pages
of his books; consequently, to read his books is almost like personal
observation, so closely does he himself observe, and so faithfully does
he portray his observations in his works.
As an editor his views are, that there is a larger demand for the
humorous or pathetic short stories than for writings of any other


description; and next to this, articles that awake curiosity, and help
practical life.
Mr. Butterworth loves the quiet of.country home life, and has a farm-
home in Warren, Rhode Island, and one in Bristol in the same little
State; also in Belleview, Florida. He is deeply interested in the collec-
tion of humorous New England lore, or the queer tales of the towns in
characters like Grimm's German tales. His idea is, as he once ex-
pressed it to me in his earnest, fascinating, enthusiastic manner, that
many old New England towns, especially old seaport towns of Massa-
chusetts, for example, possess a legend that has been told to and
handed down by each succeeding generation, and which, coupled with
its humour, contains many or all of the facts relating to the history
of a town; so that, in reading such stories, historical facts are im-
pressed upon the mind.
He is also deeply interested in the establishment of a Spanish
School in Belleview, Florida, to which he has offered the use of his
cottage there. To show how worthy are the motives of a worthy man,
I quote from" The Belleview [Florida] Blade," of the issue of October 3,
1889, in which Mr. Butterworth, in a letter to Editor Hart of the
" Blade," says : When it is asked of an English traveller, as it often is:
'How did Germany obtain such great commercial interests in the
Argentine Republic ?' the answer is likely to be, the German student
is taught Spanish. Sixty shiploads a month go into the port of
Buenos Ayres, but only a few of these have the American flag. The
United States needs a school, open alike to North and South Ameri-
can students, where South American Spanish shall be made a dis-
tinctive feature of education, and where Cuban and South American
students can receive special musical education." This project is
likely to prove a success.
Unlike many writers, Mr. Butterworth has never mingled greatly
in literary societies, preferring a free lance in a free field, in which he
has found an independent field of success.


He has sometimes lectured at the New England Conservatory of
Music, and before educational and religious societies. His advice to
young writers is to follow original inspirations. He is a very busy
man always; and most of his books have been written under "a
pressure of work;" and at such times he has received the assistance
of well-known travellers, as, for example, in his Zigzag Journey series.
His greatest regret is, the hasty way in which most of his work has
been done, so much of his time is taken by his duties on the Com-
panion;" for Mr. Butterworth prefers quality rather than quantity.
Personally, Mr. Butterworth is a delightful man to meet, and to be in
his society is to be afforded a degree of enjoyment and pleasure that is
rare. Every moment with him is sure to develop some new thought,
some new and original idea. He is vigorous of body, and carries him-
self with an elastic bearing. In conversation he is earnest and enthusi-
astic, and speaks in a certain rapid and pointed manner that at once
fascinates and interests one. In speaking, he frequently indulges in
little ripples of mirth; and, in fact, his whole nature is beaming with
that sort of pure, rare humour that lends fascination to his writings.
His office in the Companion building is filled with rare pictures and
cases of books, and the desk at which he works is littered with papers
and manuscripts. A table near by is piled with books, magazines,
and periodicals. Mr. Butterworth is slightly gray, but youthful look-
ing. He is extremely fond of young society, and many are the de-
lightful occasions spent at his home on Worcester Street. When he
meets you, his handshake is cordial, and his reception warm and hearty,
which at once puts one at perfect ease. He loves music, and culti-
vates a rare religious sentiment which shows itself in all his writings.
His personality is charming. While retiring in his disposition, 'he
is perfectly composed. He prefers not to speak of his own work,
and seldom does directly, though he will talk freely of subjects in
which he is interested in connection with his work- Whatever meas-


ure of success he has met with, it has certainly not come from any
desire to attract attention to himself personally, for he has always
preferred a different field, that of quiet and exclusiveness, so far as
his work is concerned, though he is a favourite at various entertain-
ments, concerts, and lectures, and often takes a part, frequently by
reading a poem; and most of his spare evenings are occupied in
this manner. Such is the author of "Zigzag Journeys," in the humble
way in which I have tried to write of him. I cannot do justice to
my subject, I. know, though it is not from any lack of a disposition
to. do so, on my part.
ALLAN ERIC, in the journalist, 1889.


N writing and editing this melange of descriptions of
picturesque places, the author has received help from
several travellers whose work is credited in the chapters
in which it appears. The purpose of the book is to
illustrate the advantages of educational travel or visits to the great
schoolrooms of the world. It seeks to answer the question, What
should the student-traveller see?




W ORLD . . . . .. 49
X. BELGIUM . . . . .. 222
XIII. PERU .. . .. . . . 279


Hezekiah Butterworth . .
Butterfly Ballet in a Theatre in Japan 25
Emerson . . .. 29
The Sermon on the Mount. .... 31
The Sphinx ... .. . 33
Alpine Scenery .. 35
Tank. Pagoda of Chillambaran 37
Mosque, Triplican ... 43
Lake Lucerne ... . 45
The Golden Temple of Umritseer 47
Lake Lucerne . . 53
Chapultepec ... .. 54
Popocatapetl ..... 55
The Town-Hall, Zurich . .. 59
A Cascade in the Yellowstone Park 62
Icelandic Geyser ........ 63
View in Iceland . .. 64
Columns of Red Sandstone ..... 65
Kilauea . . 66
View of Sandwich Islands ... 67
Waves of Fire . . 68
Crater of Kilauea . . 69
Lava Beds . . 72
Lava Stream ...... 73
The Garden of the Gods. . 77


The Cathedral . .
A Dyak of Borneo .
Palace of Copal Bhowan .
Pagoda near Kuttack . .
Mexican Medicine-Man . .
An Unpleasant Neighbour .
A Cave-Dweller . .
Temple of Hatchiman ..
The Romsdal . .
Scene in Japan . .
Japanese Bazaar . .
Porcelain Tower . .
Coreans . .
Belfry of Buddhist Temple .
Temple of Confucius . .
Angcor Wat . .
River Scenery, Borneo . .
A European Residence, Borneo .
The Baion, Angcor Thom .
Group of Dyaks . .
Lower Rapid, Sarawak River .
Head-Hunting Dyaks of Borneo .
Dyak Bridge and Hut . .
Dahomey Cruelties . .
The Pet Orang-Outang . .


Ceylon . .... 141
Native Cottages in Ceylon ... 142
Anaconda and Tiger . 143
Malay Mud Hut . .. 146
The Taj, Agra. . 147
The Taj, from. a distance .. 151
Garden-Gate of the Taj ... 152
A Forest of Ceylon 154
Aladdin's Gate, Delhi ..... 55
Public Baths . .. 157
Fagade of the Palace, Gwalior .. 59
Palace of Shah Jehan . .. 161
The Mausoleum of Akbar ... 162
Pagoda, Bombay . . 163
Rock-Hewn Temples. . 165
The Heimdal . ..... 167
Orizaba . . .. .171
Synagogue of Jerusalem ....... 173
Jaffa . . 174
Jerusalem. . . .. 174
Church of the Holy Sepulchre 175
Jacob's Well .. . .. 175
Samaria . . .176
Mount Hermon . ... 176
Nazareth . . 177
Cana from the East.. . 177
Tiberias . . .. 178
Sea of Galilee . .. 179
Gethsemane. .. . 181
Moorish Woman . .. 182
Zurich . . .184
Brazilian Indians . .. 85
The Wad, Zurich . .. 187
Warriors of the Amazon ... 189
A Street in Ratisbon. . 194

The Pinacothdk ..
The Walhalla . .
Interior of the Walhalla .
The Glyptothek . .
Triumphal Arch, Munich .
The Fjord of Framnas .
Statue of Bavaria . .
Veblungsnaeset . .
The Fladel . .
Voring Pass . .
The Church at Bakke .
Cliffs of Norway . .
Cascade on the Rosota .
Waterloo . .
Napoleon received on the "Beller
Henry VIII. . .
Canute's Palace ..
Palace of Henry VIII .
Grace Darling . .
George III. . ..
Cayenne . .
Road near Cayenne .
Falls of the Rio Negro .
Mouth of the Sagnasson .
Avenue of Palms .. ..
"The Peaks Pierce the Sky" .
Boats on the Amazon .
Gate of the Cordilleras .
Mountain near Huaro .
Valley of the Marcopata .
Hacienda of Lauramarca .
Rio Ccofi . .
The Cerro Escopal .
Rio Maniri . .
Rio Cadena ..


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Rio Cuchua . . 297 Rio De Condoroma . .. .309
Cailloma La Rica . .. 299 Mud Huts, Columbia .... 312
Basalt Dikes on the Velille .. 301 Monterey . .. 313
Source of the Mesacancha .303 Church at Chihuahua . .. 317
Rio Apurimac ......... 305




R. DAVIDSON, a well-to-do Boston gentleman of
middle life, had two sons, Henry and Harold.
They had just graduated, one from a literary and
the other from a scientific school. The boys were
one day surprised to hear their father say: "You
have done yourselves and the family credit by your
courses at school; I am proud of your records, and now I wish to
give you the new education."
And what is that, father ? asked Henry, -" a post-graduate
course ? "
Yes, my son, a post-graduate course, but not such an one as you
may imagine it to be. My impression is that the post-graduate course
of the future will be educational travel. A student cannot complete
his education by books alone; he must know the world, life, men.
Books do not educate; they are guides. Men of means often end
their lives, or the business part of their lives, in travel, as I may do.
But a young man needs to travel before he takes up a business life.
There is no education like it; it makes a young man broad to see
the world. I do not mean travel for pleasure; such travellers find
little beyond what they seek. Dr. Johnson used to say that some


men would see more in a ride in a Hempstead stage than others
would in a voyage around the: world. Thoreau had a like view when
he wrote -
"' If with fancy unfurled
You leave your abode,
You may go around the world,
By the old Marlboro road.'

I mean travel for information, which is the greatest pleasure. To
have true views of life one must mingle with men, and to have a cor-
rect view of one's purpose in the world, one must see the world. A
year of travel would do much to start an observing young man with
correct and advantageous views of men and the world. I wish you
to have this new education. I may be able to go with you. If I
could have seen more of the world at your age, it would have made
me a broader and better man. I should have learned what I have
been gaining by slow experience. But all our views of education are
now changing; education now stands for the whole of life, so I am
a pupil yet. My belief is that the time is coming when a tour around
the world will be an essential part of a young man's education, and
that the travelling schoolmaster will occupy a large place in the school
system of the twentieth century. I should not wonder if such educa-
tion for meritorious scholars were to be provided for out of public
funds. The true schoolroom is the world. Why, I have met old
sailors whom I would rather entertain, or have entertain me, than
college professors. They knew life."
But, father," said Henry, "if you were to give us a year of educa-
tional travel, where would you have us go ? "
That is what I was about to plan. I have a theory that each boy's
instincts would lead him to wish to go to those places that would be
most useful to him. 'The current knows the way,' as Emerson says.
If a boy were born for literature, he would 'tend to literary places; if
to business, to commercial places. Now, Henry, if you were to have


the opportunity of making a journey around the world, what, would
you most like to see ?"
"The most wonderful places in the world. I know that you will
say, father, that it is not the best thing in life to be seeking after the
marvellous. But I must answer honestly. Emerson says: 'I am not
much of an advocate of travel. Men go abroad because they do not
amount to anything at home, and
they return again because they do not
amount to anything where they go,
and that wherever he may go, a man
has no more worth than he carries
with him,' or words like these. But
Emerson himself travelled."
"Yes, and he learned so much by
it that he was more than satisfied
with his own country, and he wrote,
'Good-bye, proud world, I am going
home.' It was worth much travel to
write that line out of one's heart.
The result of Emerson's travels was
contentment, and contentment is the
short way to happiness. You will EMERSON.
make a happier home for me after
you have travelled a year. Harold, where would you go if you were
to travel? What would you most wish to see?"
I would see the places where people have lived the best and hap-
piest lives. I wish to see the best that men have lived; I would
study men."
Henry, your wish indicates an active imagination, and yours,
Harold, a very benevolent spirit."
I know, father," said Henry, "that Harold's is the better view. I
am glad that it is. But I was born with a love for the marvellous."


Then, my boy, that is your gift. Make it useful. The creative
fancy is power in life, if rightly used."
I have no liking for realistic books," said Henry. I like such
stories as Queen Scheherezade told to the King of India, and always
left him up a tree, with his eyes and mouth open for more, and so
saved her head for a 'thousand and one nights.'"
There are many who agree with you, my son. The Arabian
Nights,' or Queen Scheherezade's stories, is the most popular book
in all the world. She saved her head."
"Yes, father, and I like best those stories that would have saved the
heads of the writers in a like situation. It seems to me that it is only
such story-tellers who deserve to live. A story.is not a story unless
it rises above common life. It seems to me if the marvellous were to
cease, one would want to die."
Progress follows the creative imagination, my boy, and I do not
regret that you have an active fancy. Christ himself taught the
people by parables."
He showed them that way that is best in life," said Harold.
The Sermon on the Mount was not a parable."
But the mount was a grand pulpit from which to preach," said
Henry. The great leaders of men have not been realists, rooted
to their own soil, they have come down from the mountain tops.
You ask me what I would most like to see I would like to visit
the mountains of the world.
"What would I like to see? he continued, I would like to see
the Alps, the Rocky Mountains, and the Andes. I would like to see
the people watching the sun when it goes down for half a year. I
would like to see Cuzco, and then imagine Peru in. her glory. I
would like to see the temples of Ceylon and the Taj at Agra, and the
roses of Cashmere. I would like to see the mountain on which Christ
preached. I would like to ask the Sphinx some questions."
I would rather see the valleys where contented people lived," said
Harold, or the capitals of the countries of the world."


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"The three are often found side by side," said Mr. Davidson:
"the mountains, the valleys, and the chief cities. So we may plan a
journey that will include all, and go by the ports of the sea. Henry,
I wish you to plan for us a marvellous journey around the world. If
we see the mountain tols,-the view will include what is helpful and


useful. I take Harold's view of life, but the imagination includes
them. So, Henry, plan for us the most marvellous journey that you
can; the journey by which we can see the most for the least money,
and we will consider it together another time."
A journey on the mountain tops? "
"Yes, if you choose to call it so,-a journey on the mountain
tops; it will take us to the valleys by the way of the ports. What
scene of all our ancient American history would you most like to
have witnessed?"
Peru in her glory."
I thought it would have been the landing of Columbus, or of


the Pilgrim Fathers, or the Signing of the Declaration of Inde-
"Those were events, were they not, father? You asked what
Yes, and your picturesque sense and imagination show that we
can trust you at least for an interesting outline of a journey. Harold
and I will be able to read behind the picturesque. I like your fancy,.
as I said, but remember, my boy, that in this world that is always.the
best which will do the most good. But I shall examine your plan for
a journey around the world with interest, and you will not complain if
I may have to revise and correct it. One cannot live on mountain
tops, the top of the mountain is barren and cold. A mountain is
not a 'great impostor,' as an Englishman called it, but'it is hardly the
most useful picture of all geography. I have opened my heart to you.
We will next plan the journey."
Mr. Davidson left the boys.
Was there ever boys that had such a father? said Henry.
I should answer that after Whittington," said Harold.
You might, but I could not."
I shall use my eyes in this journey," said Harold, for all they
are worth. I shall study men."
And I my ears," said Henry. I shall study places."
And father will use his good heart," said Harold. What a man
he is !"
"Yes," said Henry, and the heart after all is the best thing that
any man can take into the world. The heart finds friends every-
where, and a man who always acts in the right spirit, has a straight
road and little difficulty wherever he may go. That is my father."
"And mine," said Harold; "and to travel with him is not only
education, it is character."
But father is not rich," said Henry.
No, but he says that to give us this opportunity, under his own
direction, is the best investment that he can make."


I must study an inexpensive plan of a journey," said Henry.
Yes, your problem is how w. can make the longest and best
journey for the smallest amount of money. One can make a journey


around the world for six hundred dollars, and one might go around the
world without seeing the world."
I could make the journey for five hundred dollars and see the
And South America, the land of th.e future ? said Harold.
Yes, the world and South America, the land of the future, for
five hundred dollars for me and for you, and one thousand dollars for
father; he ought not to travel second class."
It would do us good to do so," said Harold; we could better
study life with the people."


"I have read much," said Henry, "about student travellers. I
will now study guide books, maps, and the railroad and steamboat
literature, which is the latest history of the world. I will try to find
how we might go around the world for five hundred dollars by the
way of South America."
But you will not travel in that way," said Harold. You have
too much imagination, and that is a very expensive thing to have. I
think I can make the journey for that. I will try, so that I may show
other students how it may be done."
To this study Henry Davidson gave himself day by day.
He found that the shortest and cheapest way around the world by
South America would be to go from New York to Panama by the
Columbian or the Pacific Mail Line of steamers; and thence to Val-
paraiso, stopping at Callao for Lima, and at Mollando for Cuzco. A
railway runs from Mollando to Cuzco by the way of Arequipa and
Lake Titicaca. From Valparaiso a railway is nearly completed over
the Andes to Buenos Ayres. The mails already go through from the
Pacific to the Atlantic by this route. Such a journey would give one
a view of the ruins of the once splendid empire of the Children of the
Sun; of Chili, one of the most progressive and enterprising of the
South American republics; and of the Argentine Republic, the terri-
tory of a great German immigration.
Santiago de Chili is a most splendid city, some ninety miles by
sail from the port of Valparaiso, and on the route of the stupendous
railroad over the Andes to Buenos Ayres. It faces some of the most
picturesque peaks of the Andes, and it has many private houses of
wonderful taste and beauty, some of which are said to have cost each
a million or more dollars. It is a healthy city, and the new world's
life is in it.
But the steamer fares on the west coast of South America are very
high, and there are few places in the world where travellers find ser-
vice more expensive.



Henry had read so many books in regard to Peru that he felt that
he must not omit Cuzco from his plan, and he knew that Harold
would wish to see Valparaiso, Santiago de Chili, and the Argentine
Republic. His allotted five hundred dollars would soon melt away
by this route. What were the other routes that would include
South America, the land of the future ?
The advertisement of Thomas Cook and Son, Tourists and Ex-
cursionists, presented two very attractive cheap routes around the
world, but they did not include South America, the land of the future.
They were as follows : -

ROUTE NO. 5.-New York, Canadian-Pacific Railway to Vancouver, Can-
adian and Australian Steamship Line to Sydney via Honolulu, Peninsular and
Oriental steamer to Melbourne, Adelaide, Ceylon, Suez Canal, Malta, Gibraltar,
London, Liverpool, and by any steamship line to New York. First class,
ROUTE NO. IA. New York, Canadian-Pacific Railway to Vancouver, Can-
adian-Pacific Railway steamer to Yokohama, Shanghai, Hong-Kong, thence by
Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company to Singapore, Ceylon,
through the Red Sea and Suez Canal to Port Sard, Malta, Gibraltar, London,
Midland Railway to Liverpool, and by transatlantic steamer to New York,
Boston, Quebec, or Montreal. First class, $61o.oo.

Henry Gaze and Sons, Tourists' Directors, had laid out similar
routes, at the same low cost, but they did not include "the land of the
future." Two of them ran thus:-

Vancouver, the Sandwich Islands, Australia, Ceylon, Red Sea, Egypt,
ROUTE H. New York, Niagara Falls, Toronto (or via Montreal), Van-
couver, Canadian-Pacific steamer via Honolulu to Sydney, thence by Peninsular
and Oriental steamer via Melbourne and Adelaide to Colombo (Ceylon), Aden,
the Suez Canal, Ismailia (for Cairo), Malta, Gibraltar, London (or via Brindisi,
Naples, Rome, Genoa, and Paris to London, $35 higher), and choice of several
Atlantic lines to New York. $61o.oo.


San Francisco, the Sandwich Islands, Samoa, Australia, Ceylon, Suez
Canal, Egypt, England.
ROUTE J.-New York, Chicago, Omaha, Denver, Salt Lake City, San
Francisco (or any other direct route across the United States), Oceanic Line
via Honolulu, Samoa and Auckland to Sydney, thence by Peninsular and Ori-
ental Line via Melbourne and Adelaide to Colombo (Ceylon), Aden, the Suez
Canal, Ismailia (for Cairo), Malta, Gibraltar, London (or via Brindisi, Naples,
Rome, Genoa, and Paris to London, $35 higher), and by direct steamer to New
York. $61o.oo.

By travelling second class on steamers as well as by rail one could
go around the world by these routes for five hundred dollars. But a
traveller, and especially a young traveller, needs to meet the most
intelligent people, and second class travel may not be the best edu-
cation for a young tourist.
The delightful way to South America is by steamer to South-
ampton, and thence to Buenos Ayres in the spring months, which
is our fall. Southampton is one of the most interesting of England's
old cities. Here came the Romans; here Canute ordered back the
sea, which overturned his throne; near it, at Winchester, were buried
the early English kings. The New Forest is on its borders, with its
old legends, and in sight lies the Isle of Wight. The Pilgrim Fathers
sailed out of Northampton, and the grand ships of the American Line
seem like the Mayflower" coming back again, or like the Argo"
returning with the Golden Fleece. The ruins of Netley Abbey are
but a few miles from this fair city of the sea, and England's great
naval stations are only a short distance from the port.
Gaze's Tourist Gazette" ('95) thus gives an advertised schedule of
the service from Southampton and Liverpool:-


Steamers leave Liverpool and Southampton fortnightly for South American Ports.

Fortnightly from Liverpool.
First Class. Second Class.
Pernambuco $118.50 $74.00
Rio de Janeiro $118.5o $74.00
Montevideo $139.00 $74.00oo
Buenos Ayres $139.00 $74.oo
Sailing days from Liverpool Jan. 17,
31; Feb. 14, 28; March 14, 28.

Fortnzghtly from Southampton.
First Class. Second Class.
Pernambuco $139.00 $99.00
Rio de Janeiro $148.00 $99.00
Montevideo $173.00 $99.00
Buenos Ayres $173.00 $99.00
Sailing days from Southampton Jan.
II, 25.

In studying these routes, Henry's eye rested on via Lisbon.
Could he not go to Gibraltar, see historic Spain, and connect with
these boats at Lisbon for South America? As South America was
once Spanish America, would not this be the true historic way to go?
Follow Columbus? The splendid North German Lloyd steamers
have boats for Gibraltar and' the East, among them the Kaiser Wil-
helm." The Anchor Line also despatches fine boats to the East
which touch at Gibraltar. There are second-class fares to Gibraltar,
by good boats, as low as forty dollars. There are second-class fares
to South America from Lisbon for some seventy dollars. Including
a visit to Granada, Cordova, and Seville, here would be a route to
South America for one hundred and twenty-five dollars.
But This route would compel the traveller who must use econ-
omy to make three Atlantic voyages. This would not do.
Henry next considered a trip founded on one of Gaze's advertise-
ments, which ran thus:-

ROUTE NO. IA. New York, Canadian-Pacific Railway to Vancouver, Cana-
dian-Pacific Railway steamer to Yokohama, Shanghai, Hong-Kong, thence by
Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company to Singapore, Ceylon,


through the Red Sea and Suez Canal to Port SaYd, Malta, Gibraltar, London,
Midland Railway to Liverpool, and by transatlantic steamer to New York,
Boston, Quebec, or Montreal. First class, $61o.oo.

This would touch Japan, China, and India; he could break the
journey at Port Said and go to Cairo and Jerusalem, and sail from
Lisbon for South America, by breaking the journey at Gibraltar.
From Lisbon he could go to Buenos Ayres, thence over the new rail-
way to Valparaiso; thence to Cuzco; then to Panama or San Francisco.
But Mexico belongs to the new world of the future. The tour
should include Mexico. How could this be done ?
A new line of railroad connects the City of Mexico with the Pacific
Coast. Why not stop at that port, and return to New York by rail
from the City of Mexico ? But for such a journey as this a thousand
dollars of the most inexpensive travel would melt away.
In a journey around the world an eastern man should see Niagara,
the Yellowstone Park, and the Yosemite Valley.
Henry puzzled himself day by day over these problems. He saw
that fifteen hundred dollars would be needed for an educational jour-
ney around the world. He felt that his father should spend as much
as this for his own journey. He noted down the things that one must
see in the outline of an educational journey to meet the larger intelli-
gence of the times. They were these: -

New York,
Yellowstone National Park,
San Francisco and the Yosemite,
Ceylon (the Taj at Agra),
Jertsalem and Galilee,

Lucerne (called the most beautiful
place in Europe),
Munich Zurich the Valhalla,
Antwerp and the field of Waterloo,
The Baltic,
London (Southampton, and Isle of
Granada (Seville and the Royal tombs),



Buenos Ayres,
Santiago de Chili (with Valparaiso as

What could
How far would

City of Mexico,

be omitted from this list of essential points? Nothing.
five hundred dollars go for such a journey ? Only a


part of the way. In his dilemma he sought Harold and laid before
him his plan.
"Nothing can be omitted from the plan, except South America
and Mexico, the lands of the future," said Harold. Now you can
imagine a five-hundred-dollar journey, but you cannot make such an
one. I can. People of imagination, as I said, do not travel that way.


People of large fancies usually exceed all their plans and go into debt.
You make out a plan of a thousand-dollar journey, second class by
rail, and first class by steamers for yourself and father, and I will make
the same journey for five hundred dollars. It would injure you to
travel with second-class passengers; it would help me. You see
things double, I try to see things as they are. Now I will travel
second class all the way through. I will board on shipboard while in
ports, and I will work on ship journeys in some way if I can. I shall
be safe with father on board. The self-restraint will do me good. I
will enjoy it. You know," he continued, that Ruskin has four rules
of life, -
Simplicity, Activity, Self-restraint, Joy.'

I will take all of these with me, and I will be the happiest traveller
that ever crossed the three oceans, and I will never lose my self-
respect, nor forget that I am a gentleman. I should just like to do ser-
vice in the steerage; to see and study the people who are crossing the
seas to make up the new populations of North and South America.
I would like to go to South America by the way of Hamburg, in the
new German emigration. I love the people. I love the people who
have a future, and hold the destinies of the future in their hands. I
care but little for dead lands. Show your plan to father. I know
that he will accept it.
He ought not to spend more than three thousand dollars for us
all, and I will make the journey for five hundred dollars. You will-
need five hundred dollars more for the education of the imagination,
and it will be well spent. You have included the countries of the
future in your itinerary; I am glad."
Mr. Davidson accepted Henry's plan. It delighted him.




HO made the first voyage around the world? asked
Henry one day of his father, as the two had been
talking of their proposed journey.
Ferdinand Magellan," said Mr. Davidson, "did
he not ? He left his name to the Straits that made
his voyage historic. He sailed from San Lucar in
1519, passed along the shores of the La Plata to Patagonia, and
through the Straits into the Pacific Ocean."
"But he died on the Philippine Islands in 1521," said Henry.
"So he did not make the voyage around the world."
What became of his ship? asked Mr. Davidson.
It was carried back to Spain."
Those who took it back made the first voyage around the world,"
said Mr. Davidson.
"Sir Francis Drake," said Henry, "sailed around the world in
1577-79, and returned with a ship freighted with gold. He sailed
again, but the ship of gold, or the 'Golden Hynde,' came back, but it
did not bring him back. He had died on the Spanish main, and his
body was sunk in the deep sea, perhaps in one of his chests for gold."
Captain Cook," said his father, made three voyages around the
world, -one in 1768, one in 1772, and one in 1776, or about those
I have read that Captain Cook's vessel on which he made his
first voyage around the world, was very small, of some three hundred


and seventy tons burden. I have contrasted that little ship with the
great ocean steamers of to-day. Let me read to you the tonnage of
some of these vessels: -

"American. Paris, Io,8oo tons; New York, ro,8oo tons.
Anchor. City of Rome, 8,144 tons; Furnessia, 5,495 tons.
Atlantic Transport. Mohawk, 8,ooo tons; Manitoba, 8,ooo tons; Mo-
bile, 8,000 tons; Massachusetts, 8,000 tons.
Cunard.-- Campania, 12,950 tons; Lucania, 12,950 tons; Etruria, 7,750
tons; Umbria, 7,718 tons; Servia, 7,391 tons; Aurania, 7,268 tons.
French Transatlantic. -- La Touraine, 8,ooo tons: La Champagne, 7,200
tons; La Bretagne, 7,200oo tons; La Bourgogne, 7,200 tons; La Gascogne,
7,200 tons.
"Hamburg-American. -Fiirst Bismarck, 9,ooo tons; Normannia, 9,000
tons; Augusta Victoria, 7,000 tons; Columbia, 7,000 tons.
North-German Lloyd. Spree, 6,963 tons; Havel, 6,963 tons.
White Star.- Majestic, o,00oo tons; Teutonic, 1o,ooo tons.

"There are some other things that I have noted down," continued
Henry. They relate to the seasons."
Read them," said Mr. Davidson.
Japan is the most beautiful in autumn, and should be visited in
October and November."
Ceylon is the most lovely island in all the world, and should be
seen in January and February.
"The Mediterranean is usually calm in May and June.
Egypt should be visited in the winter.
March, April, and May are the best months in which to visit
June, July, and August are the best months for the Alpine journey.
And "
Well ?"
In these lands wear flannel.
Thomas Cook in Cook's Tours Around the World,' publishes a


table of distances, which picture the voyage we will make. I have
copied them :-
By Sea.
From San Francisco to Sydney, 7,200oo miles.
Sn Francisco to Yokohama, 4,750 miles.
Vancouver to Yokohama, 4,334 miles.
Sydney to Hong-Kong (via Torres Straits), 4,500 miles.
Sydney to Colombo, 5,442 miles.
Yokohama to Nagasaki, 735 miles.
Nagasaki to Hong-Kong, I,o67 miles.
Nagasaki to Shanghai, 350 miles.
Shanghai to Hong-Kong, 870 miles.
Hong-Kong to Singapore, 1,437 miles.
Singapore to Colombo, 1,659 miles.
Colombo to Port Said, 3,488 miles.
Colombo to Tuticorin, 150 miles.
Colombo to Calcutta (calling at Madras), 1,380 miles.
Bombay to Ismallia, 3,o16 miles.
Ismailia to Port Said, 43 miles.
Port Said to Brindisi, 930 miles.
Port Said to Naples, 1,100 miles.
Port Said to Malta, 935 miles.
Malta to Gibraltar, 981 miles.
Gibraltar to London (direct), 1,299 miles.
Cairo to Assouan (Ist Cataracct), 583 miles.
Port Sard to Alexandria, 155 miles.
Port Said to Marseilles, 1,508 miles.
Liverpool to New York, 2,980 miles.
Calcutta to Rangoon, 787 miles.

Distances By Rail.
From New York to San Francisco (direct), 3,270 miles.
Sydney to Melbourne, 5763 miles.
Melbourne to Adelaide, 508 miles.
Yokohama to Kob6, 358 miles.
Colombo to Kandy, 75 miles.
Tuticorin to Madras, 406 miles.


From Calcutta to Darjeeling, 370 miles.
Calcutta to Bombay (direct), 1,4oo miles.
Calcutta to Bombay (via Benares, Delhi, Agra, Jeypoor, etc.),
1,882 miles.
Madras to Bombay, 793 miles.
Brindisi to London, 1,450 miles.
Venice to London, I,041 miles.
Naples to London, 1,358 miles.
Marseilles to London, 822 miles.
London to Liverpool (Midland Railway), 210 miles."

Your facts are very interesting," said Mr. Davidson; but they
only relate to a part of the tour."
"'I will continue," said Henry. I said that I have read that the
loveliest spot on earth or island on earth is Ceylon. Here is the Bo
Tree, and the ruins of the temples of Anarajapoora.
The most beautiful spot in Europe is said to be Lucerne. The
time to visit it is.midsummer.
One of the most picturesque places on earth is Andalusia in
April. Columbus dreamed of it on his voyage of discovery.
The time to visit the south of South America is in our winter,
which is their summer.
Montevideo is one of the healthiest ports of South America, and
may be visited at any time of the year. Buenos Ayres is also
"Saritiago de Chili is healthy, and one of the most beautifully
situated cities in the world.
Spring in the Andes is nature in her glory, and -
"Cuzco, Peru, is the most poetic of the historic places of the
three Americas."
"Then," said Mr. Davidson, "one should see Ceylon, the most
beautiful of all islands; Lucerne, the loveliest spot in Europe; Anda-
lusia in April if it were possible, Santiago de Chili in the Andes in
spring if it were possible, and Cuzco, the lofty empire of the Children
of the Sun. How about churches, temples, and buildings ?"



"We would wish to see Taj Nahal, which is the most beautiful
building in the world, but that would be out of our way. The Pearl
Mosque is in the same part of India. The three most beautiful
buildings in the world are the Taj Nahal, St. Peter's, and the Capitol
at Washington, are they not? "
I am not sure. I have heard that the Palace of Justice in Brus-
sels is the noblest of all occupied structures. I have been told that
it makes an overwhelming impression; that it has a massiveness and
grandeur that belong to no other public building.
I have also heard the castle and gardens of Chapultepec described
as the most beautiful place in the New World, and one of the most


picturesque on earth. The Paseo, or the street some three or more
miles in length that connects the official palace of the City of Mexico
with the Castle of Chapultepec, is the most wonderful street in the
New World. Over it have passed Montezumas, Viceroys, and Presi-


dents. The garden of Chapultepec has a history and traditions of a
thousand years.
The castle looks down upon the City of Mexico -
Picturesque where all is picture.
and the dead volcano of Popocatapetl, gleaming with snows, looks
down upon the castle. The valley of the City of Mexico is one of
the most delightful in the world."
"Chapultepec Castle is not grand in itself," said Henry.
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with Cuzco among the places on our own continent which have the
most of romance and poetry, so I am told."
From my reading," said Henry, the following list represents the
things that I would most wish to see in all the world. They are
included in my first list in another order.

I. The Place of the Sermon on the Mount in Galilee. This sermon
governs the world.
II. The Island of Ceylon. The Buddhist or Booddhist is the largest
religious sect in the world. Without including one hundred and eighty million
followers of Brahma, the disciples of this faith number four hundred and twenty
million to four hundred and eight million Christians. Ceylon was the sacred
place of this philosophy. The Bo Tree is there.
III. St. Peter's in Rome. It is the heart of the Latin Church and history,
and the home of the arts.
IV. Lucerne, with the Rigi and Mount Pilatus, with its legends of William
Tell, of Liberty; the reputed loveliest spot in all Europe. Also Zurich, Inter-
laken, and Munich and the Valhalla on the Danube.
V. Andalusia in April, or in early summer.
VI. The Battlefield of Waterloo. "Waterloo," says Victor Hugo, "was
not a battle; it was the change of front of the Universe."
VII. Westminster Abbey.
VIII. The English Lake District.
IX. Niagara.
X. The Yosemite.
XI. Santiago de Chili.
XII. Cuzco.
XIII. The Castle of Chapultepec.

I have just added the last place to my list. And I would like
to see all mountains."
"And I all ports," said Mr. Davidson. America has been called
'new ports for old ships.' We shall be likely to see the valleys with
the mountains, and the seas with the ports. It is pleasant to live
in the anticipation of a journey. It is prospects that make us happy.
I enjoy the imagination of our plan. I like the study of it."


In making his plans, Henry was studying geography as he had
never done before. And while he was poring over maps and books
of travel, Harold was giving his thought to those things that most
concern the welfare and progress of mankind. His study was how
to see that which would do him the most good in forming intelli-
gent and right views of human life.
I would rather see the Mount of Olives than Galilee," said
Harold, "for that would be to overlook the scene of the most sub-
lime events of the world."
"We shall see them both," said Henry.
Yes, but you put your thoughts on the lesser place, because
it is picturesque. There is one place that I would rather visit than
the Taj, the Alhambra, or even Lucerne or Cuzco, and that is
"Zurich ?"
Yes, and from that city go to the associations of the lives of Pesta-
lozzi and Froebel. Pestalozzi founded the public schools of the world,
and Froebel the new education of children. Pestalozzi thought that
education stands for character, and Froebel that it is the true work
of early training to form right habits. Much of our education stands
for the making of a cunning brain, to rise over others in the com-
petitions of life. The influence of Pestalozzi is worth more than
grand scenery or the tombs of kings. It is destined to fill the world.
To see the place where he taught orphan boys, gave up his property
to an idea, and died amid ridicule and poverty, would be to meet a
history that would do one good. That would be to see something
that has power.
Next to the homes and haunts of Pestalozzi and Froebel, I would
rather see the great English school at Santiago de Chili. That
stands for education in South America. I would next like to see
the public schools in Mexico. They stand for a new world.
"You have omitted the Midnight Sun. I would like to see that.


But I would rather study the great emigration from the Northern
lands to the Argentine Republic and the forests of Washington and
Oregon and British Columbia."


Mr. Davidson joined his sons and listened with interest at the
discussion of what would be most useful to see on a voyage around
the world.
He added,-
That is the best which will best influence life. Those who travel
to see what is mean can find it; so with those that go to see the
beautiful, and the beautiful usually represents the good, for it is the


nature of what is good to be beautiful. I, like Harold, would like to
go to Zurich, or to Thuringia, for it was there that the great ideas
were born that inspired American forms of education. Pestalozzi
and Froebel represent, not only the greatest, but the best influences
in the world. It is a spiritual education to see the places of the men
who have most powerfully influenced the world for good."



UR travellers left New York in June and went to Salt
Lake City by way of Niagara Falls and Chicago.
We have described Chicago in the White City."
Niagara, of course, presented a view of the greatest
body of falling water in the world. This we have
treated in a former volume.
The wonderland of the Yellowstone! Here are the most power-
ful geysers on earth. Here the world does not yet seem finished. It
boils. Here are twenty-six geysers and four hundred and fourteen
boiling springs. We have given a view of them in another book.
They visited the Giant and the Giantess and Old Faithful, and
beheld with amazement water leaping into the air to the height of two
hundred and fifty feet! But even more sublime than this boiling
earth was the Grand Canon of the Yellowstone. The Cataract of the
Canion awed them, even though they had just left the war, the
thunder, and the mist clouds of Niagara.
Says a railroad book called Wonderland of this majestic wall
and waterfall: -
To say that its cataract no mere silver ribbon of spray, but a
fall of great volume--is a little more than twice the height of
Niagara, would, by means of a familiar comparison, enable almost any
one to form a not altogether inadequate conception of its grandeur.


But for the matchless adornment of its walls, we have no available
comparison; naught but itself can be its parallel. One recent visitor
describes it as being hung with rainbows, like glorious banners. An-
other, borrowing from Mr. Rus-
-- kin, likens it to a great cathedral,
with painted windows, and full
of treasures of illuminated manu-
script. But, as we take our stand
on the brink of the Falls, with
twelve miles of sculptured rock
spread out before us, rising from
fifteen hundred to two thousand
feet in height, and all aflame
with glowing colour, we have to
acknowledge, with a distinguished
writer and a no less celebrated
artist, that, neither by the most
cunningly wrought fabric of lan-
guage nor the most skilful inani-
pulation of colour, is it possible to
create in the mind a conception
answering to this sublime reality.
For countless ages, frost and
snow, heat and vapour, lightning
and rain, torrent and glacier, have
wrought upon that mysterious
S" rock, evolving from its iron, its
sulphur, its arsenic, its lava, and
A CASCADE IN THE YELLOWSTONE PARK. its lime the glorious apparel in
which it stands arrayed. And
the wondrous fabrication is still going on. The bewildered traveller
would scarcely be surprised to see the gorgeous spectacle fade from


his vision like a dream; but its texture is continually being renewed:
the giant forces are ever at work; still, like the earth-spirit in Faust,
still do they -
"' Sit at the busy loom of time and ply,
Weaving for God the garment thou seest Him by.' "

The hot springs of Iceland are similar to those of the Yellowstone
Park, but are less powerful. A traveller says of them:-
They are about one hundred in number, and cover a section in the

south-western division of the island.
These springs are intermittent,
sending out fountains and jets of
boiling water, the vapours filling the
atmosphere around, and forming
billowy clouds, which may be seen
from among the mountains miles
The principal of these boiling
fountains is called the Great Geyser.
When quiet, this tempestuous cal-
dron presents the appearance of a
circular mound, some forty feet in
height, with a diameter of from
fifty to sixty feet. In the centre
of this mound is a well ten feet in
diameter, and about eighty feet
deep. This well is filled with water,
except immediately after an erup-
tion, by which it is left partly empty.
At intervals of an hour and a half,
a rumbling noise like thunder is
heard under ground, and the water
heaves up, overflowing the mound.


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The great eruptions of this Geyser, which take place at intervals
of about thirty hours, present a magnificent spectacle to the eye.
The coming of an eruption is announced by a rumbling sound, like
distant thunder, and by loud explosions, similar to the firing of cannon
under ground. The whole mass of water then rises into a column,


to the height of from one hundred to two hundred feet, jet following
jet, while great clouds of vapour envelop the liquid streams in dense
masses, and, rolling away in airy mists, mingle with the sky.
The Icelanders make practical use of the lesser springs. They
cook their food by the heat of the steam, they wash their clothes in
the boiling water, and perform their own ablutions in the delightful
vapour .baths which some of the low fountains afford."



The Yellowstone National Park region contains an area of some
three thousand six hundred and seventy-five square miles,. and is
shadowed by mountains ten thousand and twelve thousand feet high.
It presents a view of more natural wonders than any like area in the
world. To cook one's meals on terraces overflowing with water
heated in the mysterious caverns of the earth, is one of the strangest
and most suggestive experiences that one can meet. The Park
has never been adequately explored, but the government roads' are
They went to San Francisco and the Yosemite, both of which
places we have noticed in a former volume. They embarked from
San Francisco for Australia by the way of Honolulu, Harold taking
a second-class passage, on one of the grand Pacific steamers. It is a
week's sail to Hawaii. The sea was calm, but freshened at times by
a pleasant breeze.


Honolulu is a very delightful
fifteen miles of street railways.
at from two and a half to three

city, with electric lights and some
Good board at hotels was offered
and a half dollars per day.
Henry and his father prepared
to make a journey to thefamous vol-
cano Kilauea, the expense of which
from Honolulu is about fifty dol-
lars. Harold took apartments "in
the city, and visited the tropical
country, which is free from smaller
and dangerous animals. By tak-
ing apartments," which means a
single sleeping-room, with parlour
privileges, in travelling, and provid-
ing for one's meals at restau-
rants, one may live respectably and
wholesomely in most cities on a
dollar per day.
"I am not going to live
meanly," said Harold, but like the
honest working-people wherever
I go."

He found respectable living
at this rate in Chicago, Salt Lake
City, San Francisco, and in Hon-
olulu. At this last place, he went
to the United States Consul for
KILAUEA. directions. In Chicago and San
Francisco he sought out in the
directory the names of ministers, and went to parsonages for di-
I am not a sectarian," he said, "but the denominations represent
honest working-folk, and I am travelling to see the people."


The Sandwich Islands, or, as we commonly call them, Hawaii is
the half-way house between California and Japan. They lie in the
seas of the sun they are a part of the sun-bright world.
Their lofty peaks are a scene never to be forgotten as viewed from
a distance in the calm ocean. The islands are twelve in number, of
which Hawaii is one of the most important. They are rich in vege-


station, palms, oranges, mangoes, bananas, bread-fruits and umbrella
trees, with a soft green turf.
They are volcanic, and the crater of Kilauea is one of the won-
ders of the world. It is nine miles in circumference. A traveller
thus described it: -
Very few persons have made the ascent of Mouna Loa, but to
those who have reached its summit is revealed a vision of wonder and



grandeur which has no parallel in the world. This magnificent snow-
covered dome, whose base is sixty miles in diameter, is crowned by
a ghastly volcanic table-land, creviced, riven, and ashy, twenty-four
miles in circumference. Across this, the traveller makes his way
over strange masses of lava, across chasms and around ledges to the
edge of the summit crater, a region of inaccessible blackness and
horror, six miles in circumference, and more than eight hundred feet
in depth. At times, this crater is inactive for weeks, and then breaks
out with fire and lava-streams, and clouds of black smoke trailing
out thirty miles over the sea.
"At a height of four thousand feet upon the side of the great

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mountain is the crater of Kilauea, a comparatively easy ascent of
thirty miles from Hilo. This crater has the effect of a great pit in
a rolling plain, and the traveller approaching finds himself unawares
upon its very brink, just as he is beginning to doubt if he shall ever
reach it. Kilauea is nine miles in circumference, and its lowest area
covers six square miles. The depth of the crater varies from eight
hundred to eleven hundred feet in different years, according as the
molten sea below is at ebb or flood. Signs of volcanic activity exist
all through it and for some distance around its margin, in the form
of steam-cracks, jets of sulphurous vapour, blowing cones, and deposits
of sulphur, and the pit is constantly rent and shaken by earthquakes.
But in a lake in the southern part of the crater, the most marvellous
phenomena are constantly visible. To reach this lake, three miles
within the actual crater, the traveller must descend the terminal wall,
which is very precipitous, and then a second slope, thickly covered
with flowering plants and ferns of great beauty, and then a third
of rough blocks and ridges of broken lava, and so arrive at the lowest
level of the crater, presenting from above the appearance of a sea at
rest, but found to be an expanse of waves and convolutions of ashy.
coloured lava, with huge cracks filled up with black iridescent rolls
that were molten stone but a few weeks earlier. Parts are very rough
and ridgy, but most of the area presents the appearance of monstrous
coiled hawsers, the ropy formation of the lava rendering the illusion
almost perfect. All this is riven by cracks emitting hot sulphurous
vapour. Beyond, comes a ridge of lava, like the rim of a bowl, four
hundred feet high, most difficult of ascent; and then the fiery lake
lies revealed. It is perhaps five hundred feet wide at its narrowest
part, and half a mile at its broadest, with craggy sides of lava. To
describe it seems impossible; the prominent object is fire in motion,
but its surface continually skims over with a cool crust of a lustrous
grayish-white, like frosted silver broken by jagged cracks of bright
rose-colour. The movement is from the sides towards the centre, but


the central movement seems distinct, and always directs itself towards
the south. All around the edge of the lake play fountains of fire,
leaping, dancing, whirling together, merging into one glowing mass,
which upheaves itself pyramidally,
then disappears with a tremendous
w plunge, to form anew and again
_- disappear.
o d e i "At times two huge waves, rising
from opposite sides, move slowly
towards each other, gaining in
T height as they advance. Rearing
Si their crests twenty feet above the
level of the lake, they meet. The
___ ~sound and shock is indescribable.
They form a whirling pyramid of
fire sixty feet high, scattering fiery
spray in every direction, then sink
and disappear, and the grayish-
white scum forms again over the
"One most momentous effect
of volcanic action in the Hawaiian
Islands is the flow of lava, devasta-
ting the beautiful and fertile re-
gions around the mountains. Some
of these streams have been of ex-
LAVA BEDS. traordinary extent and volume,
sweeping away farms and herds of
cattle, and even villages in their course. In April, i868, the most tre-
mendous outflow of lava known in- Hawaiian history took place.
There had been earthquakes and threatening from the volcano, and
all minds were anxious as to the event, when, without a moment's warn-



ing, the ground south of Hilo burst open with a crash and roar. A
molten river emerged through a fissure two miles long, with tremen-
dous force and volume. Four huge fountains of fire boiled up, throw-
ing lava and rocks of many tons' weight to a height of from five hun-
dred to a thousand feet. From these great fountains flowed to the
sea a rapid stream of red lava, rolling, rushing, tumbling, like a swollen
river, bearing along large rocks that made the lava foam as'it dashed
down the precipice and through the valley into the sea, surging and
roaring throughout its length like a cataract, with a power and fury
perfectly indescribable. It was nothing less than a river of fire, from
two hundred to eight hundred feet wide and twenty deep, with a speed
varying from ten to twenty-five miles an hour.
"Thus were lost four thousand acres of valuable pasture land, and
a much larger quantity of magnificent forest."
Henry found in this chimney of the unknown world as wonderful
a scene on which to place the imagination as at Niagara and the Yel-
lowstone and Yosemite. Harold saw in Honolulu one of the loveliest
cities of the abodes of the emigrant races. The travellers sailed from
Honolulu to Yokohama. It was a long, uneventful voyage over a
quiet ocean plain.




N these weeks at sea our travellers and their ship
acquaintances amused themselves by reading stories
aloud; and also by getting up entertainments for
the saloon at evening, and by giving out curious
As checkers was a favorite game on board, Henry
read one evening a queer old New England tale, which was famous
in Boston a generation ago. It deeply interested all the passengers,
both as a story and an oddity of past literature. It was as follows:


IT was many years ago, somewhere about the time of the Dark Day, or
the Comet, or the Great Earthquake, or the Cold Friday, or the Old French
War, one or the other of these distinguished epochs, which serve old crones
and gossips to fix their chronology, that there lived in the town of- in
the State of Massachusetts, a shrewd, calculating, demure old codger, known to
everybody round about as Deacon Grubb. His character will be so well un-
derstood by saying that he was a country deacon, that I shall be excused for
not delineating it at full length. Deacon Grubb cultivated a bit of a farm,
officiated as Town Clerk, drove something of a trade at auctioneering, manu-
factured wooden bowls and tin ware, and kept the only grocery shop in the
village, where he sold West India goods of as good quality, and on as reason-
able terms, as could be found in the place." And of a truth, considering that



the Deacon had the monopoly of the trade, he must be allowed to have been
somewhat reasonable in his dealing, though his gallon pot had a trick of getting
jammed by accident, and his water-pail now and then overset into the rum
hogshead. By the exercise of all these occupations, by looking out for the


main chance, putting the best foot foremost, snatching at every good bone that
was offered, and sticking to the old precept--" Get what you can, and keep
what you get," -the Deacon contrived to lay up what he called an honest
penny before he was too old to relish the possession of a comfortable round sum.
As times went on, and the Deacon was waxed in wealth, he began to cast
about for new means to increase his stores. The more he got the more greedy
he became, -a common case with many close-fisted fellows besides deacons.


Among other projects of speculation he cast his eyes upon a certain piece or
parcel of land with buildings thereon situated, belonging to Joel Wetherbrain,
an odd, incomprehensible sort of a fellow, who was never at home, but let his
lands run to waste, and his house fall to ruins. Nobody knew exactly what to
make of Joel; whether he was fool or knave, a misanthrope or an enthusiast,
religious-mad, or honestly crack-brained in the way of nature; it were difficult
to decide the point at this late day, especially as my old aunt (of whom I had
this narrative, and who was a person of high reputation for veracity, for she
never forgot a particle of a story she heard) was dubious about the matter her-
self. However, that was neither here nor there. The Deacon took it hugely
to heart that Joel's tenements should thus lie idle; and he formed a pious reso-
lution to trap Joel's five wits in a bargain for the same, whereby if he could get
the estate a good pennyworth, he should turn it to an excellent account in the
end, and quiet his conscience by the reflection that he made fruitful one of the
waste places of the earth.
Though the Deacon had probably heard of a certain command forbidding
him.to covet his neighbour's house, yet he either thought the precept inappli-
cable in the case of a house without an inhabitant, or the temptation was too
strong to be resisted. As he was one day sharking about the grounds, and
admiring the advantages of the situation, the fatness of the soil, and the solidity
of the old mansion, which, though a little shabby on the outside from neglect,
was sound and compact in frame and substance, he unexpectedly encountered
Joel, and in a sly, roundabout way contrived to have the subject touched upon.
They made a long haggling piece of work of it, and at last the Deacon con-
sented, although the situation was wretched, the land poor, and the house ready
to tumble to pieces, to give Joel about half of what it cost originally. Joel
clenched the bargain, and the Deacon went home hugging himself with the
thought of having made a great spec.
Well, now had the Deacon got his heart's desire. He quickly set himself
to repairing the old house, and putting the fields in order; in a short time the
whole was neat and flourishing.
The Deacon removed to his new estate; the minister preached a sermon
the next Sunday from the text, The hand of the diligent maketh rich," and
everybody thought it the grandest bargain that had been made since the worthy
settlers of the town cheated the Indians out of the land, at the expense of three
cracked muskets and a pot of red paint.
But just"as the Deacon had taken comfortable possession of the premises,
and Joel Wetherbrain had bidden adieu to the place, there got all at once into
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were stories of ghosts, goblins, and demons frequenting the place for some
wonderful cause that nobody could explain. It was even said that Old Beelze-
bub himself haunted the house in the shape of a tin-ware peddler, and that
he appeared every Thanksgiving night at twelve o'clock, rattling up and down
the house, and making such a clatter and tantararra as to frighten everybody
within hearing out of their wits. The Deacon was horrified at these accounts,
the more so as he found they were universally believed. How the stories ori-
ginated, nobody could tell; every one had heard them of somebody else; but
there was nothing talked of but Deacon Grubb and the haunted house. It was
generally believed that Old Beelzebub had taken up his quarters there, and
that it would be difficult to rout him. The Deacon had overreached every
man in the town, and with all their respect for the talents of Old Nick, it was
thought if the Deacon and the Devil came to close quarters, they would make
a tough match of it.
It is easy to imagine the tribulation into which the poor man was thrown


by cogitating upon this matter. There was no doubt the stories were true, for
this was the only manner in which Joel Wetherbrain's neglect of the estate
could be accounted for, a matter which he unluckily forgot to question him
about at the time of making the bargain. It was now clearly perceived why
Joel was so ready to part with it at so low a price, and the Deacon could not
avoid fretting himself into a fever, with chagrin at the thought of having been
overreached by such a crack-skull as Joel. Instead of making a great bargain,
he found he had bought a pig in a poke."
However, after having been a few weeks settled in his new residence, his
apprehensions began to subside. He took care to nail a horse-shoe upon his
barn door, and another upon the gate in front of the house, and trusting in
these sovereign precautions against witchcraft and diablerie of all colours, he
made himself tolerably easy, thinking his muniments sufficiently strong to defy
Beelzebub and all his tricks; but he soon found out the Devil is not so easily
got rid of- the more is the pity.
One Saturday evening, after the Deacon had shut up his shop, and de-
spatched those little items of business in the grocery line which are most con-
veniently done with closed doors, he sat down alone in his chimney corner to
enjoy a comfortable pipe of tobacco. He continued a long while puffing and
cogitating, but whether his thoughts were occupied with the spiritual concerns
of the coming day, or were wrapt up in calculations on the profits of the past
one, it becomes me not to judge; my old aunt had her opinion upon this
point, but I could never get it out of her.
It had got to be near midnight, and there was not a soul stirring. A dead
silence reigned throughout the mansion, broken by nothing save the ticking
of a death watch and a subdued pianissimo sort of grunt which accompanied
every puff of smoke from the Deacon's lips. The candle had burnt down
to the socket, and began to flicker a fitful and uncertain light, and the Deacon
was in the midst of a profound reverie, with his eye fixed upon the lower end
of a pot-hook which hung down the chimney.
All at once he was startled by a strange noise. He looked round, the
room was full of smoke from his tobacco pipe, and the candle in the act of
expiring; a sudden fear crept over him, as he thought of the stories concern-
ing the house. But there was nothing to be seen. In a few seconds he heard
the same noise still louder, and now it seemed to come from the chimney. He
poked his head up the chimney and listened, but all was still. It can be noth-
ing," said he-to himself, but the wind roaring over the top of the chimney."
He sat down again, put another candle in the candlestick, took up a coal
with the tongs, and was blowing it, when he heard the same noise come down



the chimney again, and presently a hollow, strange-sounding voice. In sur-
prise and astonishment he looked up and espied a couple of dim, wavering
lights at the top of the chimney; but whether they were a pair of fixed stars, or
the twinklers of an enormous cat, he could not tell. Presently they grew larger,
and at length turned whitish and ghastly, like a pair of peeled onions or a
couple of eggs in a soap-dish. Mercy on my sins! exclaimed he, what
can this mean?" He had no time to answer his own question, for immediately
there came a voice down the chimney, which sounded like a Dutchman bawling
through a speaking-trumpet: Deacon Deacon! What in Heaven's name
do you want of me? Deacon, have you watered the rum ? Y-e-e-e-es,"
was the slow and most unwilling reply. "Have you sanded the brown
sugar? "- "Ye-e-es."- Said your prayers?" Yes." Then set me a
The Deacon knew not what to make of the ceremony of his new guest who
thus honoured him with a visit by pitching head foremost down his chimney;
but knowing that some gentlemen of fashion are singular in their tastes, and
wisely conjecturing that the Old Nick might have his whims as well as the rest
of them, he determined to humour him. So setting an arm-chair by the fire-
place, and answering that all was ready, down came the mysterious visitor slap
into the fireplace, overturning, as he landed, a tea-kettle, a coffee-pot, and a
pan of stewed apples. The Deacon wished him joy of his safe descent, and
expressed an apprehension that he had burnt his knuckles in the hot ashes;
but his guest replied very civilly that he might be easy on that score, for he
had a hand in such matters too often to mind a little scorching. Then brush-
ing the ashes and soot from his knees and elbows, he sat down in the chair,
crossed his legs, gave a long deep-drawn sniff, probably to ascertain whether
there was any of his favourite perfume of brimstone to be smelt, turned up the
whites of his enormous eyes, and gave the Deacon a most ominous and inquisi-
tive scowl, which the Deacon returned by inviting him to smoke a pipe of
tobacco. The man of the chimney replied that tobacco did not agree with him
-he would smoke a bunch of matches or a roll of brimstone if the time
allowed; but as his stay must be short this night, he would not trouble the
Deacon to fetch the tinderbox.
"Then you come upon business ?" replied the Deacon. You are right,"
said the other. Then proceed to the matter, if you please." Not till twelve
o'clock," said the man of brimstone, -"not till midnight; and it wants ten
minutes of the hour," casting at the same time a look at the Deacon's wooden
clock, which he had bought of a Connecticut peddler, and paid for in damaged
Bohea tea. Oh, ah," said the Deacon, if that time does not suit you, I can


alter it." So, going to the clock, and moving forward the minute hand, I have
taken.the liberty sometimes," continued he, to put back the time on Saturday
night, when there was danger of my business crowding over into Sunday, and
now I can make up for what has been lost by putting it forward. See there,"
said he, as the hands of the clock pointed to twelve, it is now midnight; let
me know your business. I hate to encroach upon the Sabbath but would not
turn away a customer." At this the gentleman, giving a tremendous grin,
exclaimed, "Deacon, they have always .said you beat the Devil for tricks, and
I begin'to fear it may turn out so. The truth is, I have come to. give you a
try." At your service, friend Beelzebub," said the Deacon. But I don't
understand you." Why, Deacon, you must know that this house and this
estate are mine."-" Yours! no such thing! "-" Yes, they fell .to me from
their ancient owner, Hector Morterhead, a famous player at checkers, who being
engaged once at. play, and told he would lose, exclaimed in passion,' The
Devil fetch me and all I own if I do not beat.' He lost the game, and I
have haunted this house ever since." -"Umph! ejaculated the Deacon.
" Now, Deacon," continued he, every man who attempts to occupy this spot,
must play a game of checkers with me; if he wins the game, he may remain in
peaceable possession; I have beat every one so far; it is now your turn to try."
This: was the strangest proposal that the Deacon had ever heard of for
deciding a litigated point as to the possession of real estate; but as there was
no remedy, he submitted, and producing his checker-board, they sat down to
the trial. The Deacon was celebrated for his knowledge of the game, and
would have puzzled his adversary had he been any other than what he was;
but he soon found that he must lose. It is almost broad day," said he. I
really cannot play on Sunday; let us put off the rest of the game till another
time! I am willing," replied his opponent, to grant any reasonable accom-
modation, especially to gentlemen of your degree. Everybody will grant that
deacons are long-lived, I wait a long time for them. I allow you a delay
this once. Next Saturday night I .will call again, when the game must be
finished." So saying, he vanished up the chimney.
I suppose my readers will imagine that the Deacon's sole object in putting
off the game was to delay the completion of it as long as he could.- Not so,
he only wanted an opportunity of getting ready a trick against his adversary,
which came into his head just as hd was upon the point of giving up the game.
He bethought himself of one of his old tricks, by which he used to play the
game slyly of a Sunday. It will do his business for him," said the Deacon,
exultingly, "for although fire will not burn his fingers, something else will."
The visitor came according to appointment the next Saturday night, and

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sat down to play without taking notice that the board was different from that
used on the first night. The first move he made, his hand was seized with a
trembling; at the next move he lost his king, and at the third all hope of
achieving his promised victory had vanished; and at every step his affairs grew
more desperate, and finally at the seventh move the Deacon had won the game.
SThe man of brimstone sprang from his seat in a passion, and overturned
the checker-board with a single blow of his fist- when lo! it appeared he had
been playing upon the covers of the Deacon's great Bible! In an instant he
went off in a whiz up the chimney, and neither he nor any of his imps ever
dared to try their tricks with the Deacon afterwards.

Another story which Henry read was of a different character. It
was old, and of unknown authorship. It touched the hearts of all.
The passengers often referred to it afterwards. It was -


MARSEILLES is a city of fountains, and has a fine aqueduct, almost entirely
subterranean, by which pure water is brought from the little rivers Huveaume
and Jiivet. But this was not always the case.
Once upon a time -I know not the exact date -there dwelt at Marseilles
a man named Guyot, with his wife and one son. They were but humble people,
and at the time my narrative begins, the child lay sick of a fever, his tongue
cleaving to the roof of his mouth, and his little hot hand pressed to the still
hotter forehead, while he constantly asked, in a plaintive tone, for a draught of
"Alas! my child," said Madame Guyot, in reply to his moaning, you
know I have told you already the cistern is empty. Not a drop of water have
I in the house, and I fear all our neighbours are as badly off as ourselves. See,
take this milk; it is all I can give you."
"But, mother, .it is not like water," replied the boy; it makes me more
thirsty, and chokes me, it seems so thick; while water is so cold, and refreshes
me for a long time. If it would but rain, for I am burning! Oh, if I were
rich I would care little for the finest wines, if I had but plenty of fresh, pure,
cold water."
Madame Guyot strove to pacify the young sufferer; and having succeeded
in partially relieving his cravings by means of a draught of water, which a kind
neighbour, scarcely better off than herself, sent by the hand of her little daugh-
ter, he at length slept.


Seven years later, and the fever-stricken boy had grown into a fine,
thoughtful youth of sixteen. No longer dependent on his parents, the young
Jacques Guyot cheerfully performed his part in gaining a living.
One evening, after his return from work, as Madame Guyot was busily
engaged in placing the evening meal on the table, she said to her son,
" Jacques, you must 'be content with less than your usual quantity of water
to-night, for again the cistern is nearly dry."
I am sorry for that, mother," replied Jacques; but though we have
often since been very scarce of water, at least we have never wanted it so badly
as when I had the fever."
Oh, Jacques, can you ever forget that?"
Never. No day passes, but the torture I.suffered then for a draught of
water comes into my mind; and I envy no man his wealth in anything save
his more abundant supply of that one good gift. Is there no way of relieving
this want, by which the poor of Marseilles suffer so much and so often?"
It is just because the poor are those who suffer, that they must continue
to do so; wealth might remedy the evil," answered his father.
"How so? asked Jacques.
Easily enough. Only let an aqueduct be constructed, to bring pure
water from a distant river."
"And what would that cost, think you? "
"More money than you can count," replied the elder Guyot; so let us
to our supper before it is as cold as the water you are always dreaming about."
The meal over, Jacques wandered in the garden, thoughtful and silent, but
not unnoticed by his parents. They talked about the extraordinary manner
in which his mind dwelt on the one night of suffering from thirst so long
gone by.
It is strange," said Madame Guyot, how the lad is always thinking of it.
I quite feared to tell him how little water we have left to-night, for it seems to
grieve and trouble him so much; not for ourselves alone, but lest some unfor-
tunate should have to bear sufferings like those he experienced seven years
"Well," replied the father, "even that is not the chief object of his
"Why, surely he does not fancy himself in love yet!" said Madame
Guyot, in an accent of alarm. Our neighbour's daughter, Madeline, casts
sheep's eyes at him, I know, young as he is; and Jacques often tells her how like
a little angel she seemed to him when her mother made her the bearer of that
draught of water. But it is doubtless only nonsense, for he is still a boy, and
she a full year younger."


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I was not thinking of Madeline, wife," replied Monsieur Guyot: "in my
opinion, Jacques loves something else better than all the little damsels in the
world, I mean money. He is always hoarding every sou he can collect, and
trying, by all sorts of extra services, to earn more than his daily wages; and
I almost fear our son will turn miser, since he spends nothing he can avoid."
Oh, if that be.the case, he is doubtless thinking of some girl, and trying
to save against the time when he is old enough to marry; but he is a good
youth," added Madame Guyot, brushing a tear from her eye at the thought of
having a rival in the love of her only child.
The return of Jacques here stopped the conversation. Hours after his par-
ents were at rest, the youth sat by the lattice in his little chamber. Little knew
the parents of Jacques by what strong feelings he was actuated, though both
were in part right, -the father when speaking of his almost miserly habits,
the mother in believing that her son loved Madeline.
The youth possessed one of those thoughtful natures which become old
too soon; and those who wonder at love in a boy of sixteen, must remember
that in Southern France the blood runs warmer than in our country.
It was indeed wonderful how he always thought of Madeline in connection
with that night of feverish agony, how like a ministering angel the child had
seemed in his eyes when she tripped lightly in with the cooling draught to
satisfy his longing. The cup of cold water had worked with a marvellous
charm, and the youth regarded the girl with a feeling akin to worship. In the
eyes of others, she was just a bright-eyed, laughing thing, somewhat wilful and
capricious at times, as girls are apt to be; but to poor Jacques, she was a being
of heavenly beauty.
The recent scarcity of water had again brought the old scene most vividly
to his mind, and you might have seen by the moonlight how pale and agitated
was his face. After a long silence, he rose, and, taking from a secret place a
sum of money, large for him to possess, he slowly counted it, and then, gazing
on his treasure, said softly, -
It might be done in a long lifetime; but, O Madeline! Madeline!"
Then, with tears streaming down his cheeks, he flung himself on his knees to
pray. Poor Jacques, he prayed with such earnest, simple faith that he rose
tranquil, and, seeking his couch, soon fell into a sound sleep.
Three more years went by, still Jacques continually added to his store.
So scrupulous was he in denying himself every superfluity that the neighbours
whispered how the young Guyot had become a miser. Some did more
than whisper, they spoke openly to his mother respecting this peculiarity in
her son.


Madame Guyot looked very sagacious, and gave mysterious hints about
the virtue of sparing on one's self, to spend on another.
Let love be the presumed cause of a man's actions, and a woman will
hardly ever deem him in the wrong, however extravagant they may be. So
it was with the gossips; and from that time, many a sly joke was levelled at
Madeline, till the little damsel's head was almost turned with thinking of the
- of course much magnified riches which were hoarded by her admirer for
her to spend some day.
She felt that she was beloved, for it is not hard to divine when one is the
dearest of all earthly objects to a pure and honest heart; but, in spite of her
convictions in this respect, the conduct of Jacques was a sad puzzle to her.
He is never so happy as when by my side," she would often say to her
mother, -" that any one may see; but I do not think he cares to gain me for
a wife."
The mother would bid her be patient, and all would in time turn out well;
but Madeline thought there should be some limit to the expected patience, so
she would pout her cherry lips, and give Jacques short answers.
Still, though she evidently succeeded in giving him pain, he seemed as far
from declaring his sentiments as ever.
The crisis, however, came at last. Madeline had a Cousin Marie, who was
not only a near neighbour, but also a sort of rival beauty. There had been no
slight jealousy between the girls on the subjects of love and marriage; but
Marie had at last triumphed, and, the day for her own wedding being fixed,
she openly twitted Madeline about her laggard lover.
This was a sad blow to the vanity of the young girl.
The wedding-day came, and she, of course, was one of the guests, together
with Jacques; and the girl, bent on punishing her tardy admirer, coquetted
with others by his very side. But she did not stop at coquetry only. The
brother of the bridegroom, a gay and handsome fellow, now at Marseilles for
the first time, was smitten with her charms, and after the wedding found or
made many excuses for visiting her.
Jacques, it seemed, would not be piqued into submission, and she was not
inclined either for a spinster's life, or a longer silent wooing; so, after some
hesitation on the part of her parents, who still leaned to their young neighbour,
Madeline was betrothed to the stranger.
When the marriage day came, Jacques remained shut up in his little
chamber. Neither food nor drink passed his lips; but could he have been
seen by any one, a mighty mental conflict would have been revealed to the
watcher. It was the last great conflict with human passion. The last bar.to
his dev.r.ing himself to one great object was removed.



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