Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Tom Hudson and his friends
 Cape Cod
 Guests on the training ship
 Startling news
 A kind return
 Railroad kings and Niagara
 Sights from Niagara to Clevela...
 The story of Weenah
 An accident
 Colorado wonders
 Utah and the Mormons
 Over the everlasting mountains
 San Francisco
 The Yosemite and Cheyenne
 Back Cover

Group Title: Across the continent : how the boys and girls went from Bunker Hill to the Golden Gate
Title: Across the continent
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Title: Across the continent how the boys and girls went from Bunker Hill to the Golden gate
Alternate Title: How the boys and girls went from Bunker Hill to the Golden Gate
Physical Description: 240, 2 p. : ill. (some col.), map ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Woods, Kate Tannatt, 1838-1910
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Publisher: Lothrop Publishing Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1897
Subject: Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Ships -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Description and travel -- United States   ( lcsh )
Travelogue storybooks -- 1897   ( local )
Juvenile literature -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Family stories -- 1897   ( local )
Bldn -- 1897
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Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
Family stories   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Kate Tannatt Woods.
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General Note: Pictorial front and back cover.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy 2: Back cover varies.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in color.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
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        Page 7
    Table of Contents
        Page 8
    List of Illustrations
        Page 9
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    Tom Hudson and his friends
        Page 11
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        Page 15
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    Cape Cod
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    Guests on the training ship
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    Startling news
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    A kind return
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    Railroad kings and Niagara
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    Sights from Niagara to Cleveland
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    The story of Weenah
        Page 134
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    An accident
        Page 154
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    Colorado wonders
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    Utah and the Mormons
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    Over the everlasting mountains
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    San Francisco
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    The Yosemite and Cheyenne
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    Back Cover
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Talking It over 13
The old Marston Home 16
Herring Cove 17
Idling off Cape Cod .18
A bad Night on the Cape 21
Captain Joe off Duty 23
Off for the Island 25
The Shipwreck 27
"They pretended that They were
glad to go." 29
Off Mattapoisett 31
Nantucket Light house 32
Nantucket Wharf 33
Putting up the Lunch 35
Off for Martha's Vineyard 36
Charlie in the Study 38
The good-natured Captain 40
Sea Yarns 43
Aunt Becky's House 45
How They Sleep 47
How They Eat. 47
Library 47
The Music Lesson 48
A Lesson in Sailing. 49
On the Spar Deck 50
Manning the Guns 52
The Servant of Uncle Sam 53
Just a little Accident 56
Mabel trotted along 61

Grace watching her Father's Boat 67
Grandma Marston's old Clock. 70
Mabel's Guardians 71
The jolly Engine 73
Danger ahead 75
The Frog Opera House 79
In Deerfield Valley. 80
"A poor Fellow less fortunate than
Themselves." 81
The Tunnel 84
"There is my Nephew Charlie pour-
ing some Syrup on the Snow." 85
Horseshoe Falls from Goat Island 91
Suspension Bridge below Niagara
Falls. 94
Horseshoe Falls nearer View .97
A big Man like Papa 00
Whirlpool Niagara 104
Niagara Falls 105
Our drawing-room Car 9
Camping out 112
On the Tow Path 115
First House built in Chicago .. 120
The Ladies unpacking their Trunks 122
Tom's new Friend 123
Stock-yards 125
Bismarck 127
Before the Fire 129
Chicago's burned District 132


A Bit of Prairie
A prairie Schooner .
Indian Homes. .
Feeding Indian Children.
Weenah and her Pony
Indian Basket Work
A Morning Drive
Old Post Station on the Prairie
Building a Wigwam.
Indian Lodge .
Heart of Cataract Cation
A Settler's first Home
Silver Bricks .
Settler's Hut .
Light house Rock
Green River Station
Denver in 1874
Echo Rock .
Distant View of Pike's Peak
Carrying the United States Mail
First Legislative Hall in Colorado
Abyss of Desolation, Pike's Peak
Water Basin .
Rocky Tower, Colorado River.
Temples of Rock River's Land
Inspection Car on Pacific Railway ap-
proaching the Great Salt Lake
Residence of Brigham Young .
The Tabernacle in Salt Lake City
Z. C. M. I.
Thinking of the Future
Eagle Gate
Good-by .

136 The Narrows, Utah. 193
136 Game 196
140 Reno Station, Nevada 197
141 Snow-sheds on the Pacific Line 200
143 Trestle-bridge viewed from Beneath. 201
146 Silver Mining 203
147 Moonlight View on Susquehanna 207
149 Hydraulic Mining, Gold Run 209
150 Leaping Waters of the North Fork 210
151 Settlers opening up a new Section 213
155 A few Days after Arrival. 217
156 A Race for Life 219
157 San Francisco-1849 220
158 Palace Hotel 222
16o Chinese Theatre 223
162 City Hall, San Francisco. 224
163 House built on big Tree 226
165 Forests of Trees 227
166 The Home of the Giants 229
169 Sequoia Gigantea 230
171 In the Yosemite 231
172 Bridal Veil Fall 234
i73 Mirror Lake 235
176 The Giantess 236
178 Union Pacific R. R. Depot, Omaha. 237
By the Camp-fire 241





T was Saturday morning and a holiday; con-
sequently Tom Hudson and his sister Grace
were at liberty to invite friends or go out, just
as they pleased. Neither wished to go out,
Although the day was fine, and Grace was not
S sorry to hear that the last meeting of the Bos-
ton Home Printers" would take place in the
sewing-room at ten o'clock.
"Why the last one, Tom? asked Grace.
"The fellows are all going away to spend
vacation. Dick Marston will go down to Fal-
mouth. Harry Warner is going to work, and Ted Harrison--
well, I don't remember where Ted is going; I only wish we had
a grandfather at Cape Cod: I would like to be near some of the
We can't expect to have such good times when papa is away
qo much," said Grace; "but I think we shall go somewhere beside


North Conway this summer. I am tired of the heat up there."
"So am I," said Tom. "I want to go down to the shore. I
should like to travel all the time, and never go inside of a school-
room again."
You know what pa told us, Tom; he will take us somewhere
just as soon as our studies will permit, and he can get leave of
A sharp ring at the door prevented Tom's reply.
Is Tom in ? asked Dick Marston of the servant who attended
the door.
Halloo, Dick come in, Harry Walk up to the sewing-room;"
called Tom from the head of the stairs; "where's Ted ?"
He will be here soon," replied Harry; Saturday is a busy
time with him."
The boys hastened to the sewing-room, which Mrs. Hudson
kindly allowed them to use. For some months the school-mates
had been greatly interested in printing, and they were now edit-
ing a small paper called the Blue Stocking; its circulation was
quite large, and Tom as the editor, was a very important
Grace Hudson and Lu Marston often wrote something for it,
and Ted Harrison was manager of the Puzzle Department. The
important question now was: How could they manage about the
July and August numbers ? Tom did not intend to give up his
playtime while the others were away, and the paper must go on
as usual; their subscribers would be disappointed, and their cor-
respondents in California and Colorado were constantly sending
them new names. While the boys were discussing the question,
and Torn had grown excited and almost angry because the fellow,



wanted to go off and leave him all the work to do," Lu Marston
came in with two of the girls, and all wandered into the sewing-
room, for the Blue Stocking belonged in a measure to them.
Grace wrote pretty little verses for it every. month, and Lu cor-
rected all Dick's work, besides contributing droll little stories.
I know a way out of the trouble," said Grace, when Tom began
to grow cross. School does not close for two weeks; we will
all go to work, get both numbers out, and leave them to be
Oh bother who will mail them ?" asked Tom; besides, the
answers to correspondents must be taken care of."
"Grace is right," said Harry Warner; all we have to do is
to put in a line saying that an unusual pressure of matter compels
us reluctantly to defer all answers to correspondents until the
September issue.'"
The boys and girls laughed merrily, and the plan was adopted.
Before the schools closed, both issues of the Blue Stocking were
neatly printed, and ready for the mail. As this famous printing
establishment had its headquarters in the upper part of Judge
Marston's woodshed, it was an easy matter to leave the keys with
some trusty friend, if all the boys were fortunate enough to go
out of town.
Mothers have a way of hiding good things in their hearts until
the proper time comes for sharing them, and Mrs. Hudson was
no exception to this rule.
A few days before the term closed she said, quietly:
Tom, my dear, if you have any games which you would like
to take with you to the sea-shore, you can pack them neatly, and
bring them to me."


"To the sea-
shore! Where ?"
exclaimed Tom.
"Your father
thinks it very un-
certain about his
leave of absence,
and he advises me
to take ypu and
Grace down on
Cape Cod this
summer. Judge
Marston has se-
cured a boarding-
place for us, and
we shall not be
far from the old
Marston home."
"Good enough,"
said Tom. "Dick
says there's lots
of fun down there;
we can visit Fal-
mouth Heights,
Martha's V in e-
yard and Nan-
tucket; hurrah !"
" Hush, hush, you noisy boy!" exclaimed Tom's mother.
" Does Grace know?" asked Tom.


Oh yes! Lu and she are now discussing their affairs; but
remember, Tom, you must not complain if some sudden change
of plan occurs. Papa feels quite unsettled, I know, and he may
return from Washington any day with some tidings which will
alter all our arrangements."
I wish he would be ordered West," said Tom, as he vaulted
over a chair. I want to go West awfully, mother; I was such
a little shaver when we came away, that I partly remember things
and partly dream them."
Live to-day, Tom dear, and hope for to-morrow," said Mrs.





SSMILE as I write that name. it calls up so many pleas-
ant memories; and never were children happier than the
Hudsons and Marstons that bright summer when they lounged
on the shore, waded in after pretty bits of seaweed, floated idly
in their boat, or sailed away to the Vineyard. Life was very
bright and sweet to them.
Sometimes Grace and Lu went out in Lu's boat for a row
around the point; sometimes Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Marston


went with them, and as to the boys, Mrs. Marston wrote her
husband they were growing web-footed.
Mrs. Marston, plump and lively, enjoyed all their fun; she
it was who accompanied the boys to Falmouth, while Mrs.
Hudson closed her house in Boston and prepared to follow
Judge Marston and his wife were both wealthy, and plenty
of servants were always at hand to wait upon them. It was
a simple thing for Mrs. Marston to direct her faithful house-
keeper, and then go her way. Not so with Mrs. Hudson;
her family required her constant care. The neat house in
Chestnut street which her parents had left her, was always
open to the old family friends or those of her husband, and
one servant could not perform all the necessary labor.
When Mrs. Marston and the Judge came over and insisted on
her company to Falmouth, it was very hard to refuse them,
and Tom was so eager and excited the Judge urged her to
send him off, as he was too wild to be of service.
"Yes, let him go, mamma," said Grace; "I will do his share
of the work."
"You will not be able to do all the errands, Grace," said
her mother.
"Try me, please," urged Grace, who was very unselfish, and
could not bear to think of Tom's disappointment if Dick went
without him.
Yes, yes, let the boys go together," said the Judge. Mother
will look after them until you go down, and if they are drowned
the hangman will lose a fee."
He laughed merrily, and pulled Tom's ears as he spoke.


Tom's trunk had been packed for a week, and when his
mother consented, nothing remained to be done but put in a
few books and some fishing-lines his uncle had given him.
Grace went with the Marstons to the station of the Old
Colony road, and then rode home alone, wishing she might
have joined them. She forgot her regrets, however, for that
night when her mother had put away various articles in pack-
ages secure from moths, she gave Grace a book containing
some account of the pretty town they were about to visit.
Mrs. Hudson threw herself on a sofa to rest, while Grace
read sometimes aloud, sometimes to herself.
"What a droll Indian name Falmouth had, mamma," said
Grace. Succannesset.' "
Yes, dear, some of the original names of our cities and
towns were more beautiful than the present ones. Falmouth
was named after the town of Falmouth in England, in 1686."
"Do we go to Falmouth or West Falmouth, mamma ?"
"To West Falmouth, my dear, where the old home of Judge
Marston is; and our boarding-house is not far away, he tells me."
I am so delighted," said Grace, as she bent over her book
once more. She raised her head very soon, to inform her
mother that Falmouth was on the southwest portion of Cape
Cod, and she had found such lovely Indian names We shall
not be far from Mashpee, or Marshpee, and we can see the
Indian burial-places there. Do you hear me, mamma?"
"Yes, daughter," said Mrs. Hudson, smiling. "I was think-
ing of those Indian names Popponesset Bay, Quashnet River,
Waquoit Bay and Mattapoisett. I remember a delightful sail
to Gay Head."


.'Where is Gay Head, mamma?"
"A small town on the western side of
Martha's Vineyard. There is a fine revolving
light there, and a beautiful view of
the Vineyard

of this


headland gave it the name of Gay Head," replied Mrs. Hudson.
"I hope we can visit all these places," said Grace, "and
especially Nantucket ; for Professor Maria Mitchell was born
there, and ever since I went to Vassar College with you, I
have wanted to see the place where such a woman lived."
You shall see and learn all that is possible. I dare say
Tom is not thinking of the country, its history or geography,
but is deeply engaged in fishing or playing with the fiddlers on
the shore."
Before a week passed, Mrs. Hudson and Grace started on
their journey, with Judge Marston for escort. The Judge went
up and down frequently during the summer, and was perfectly
familiar with every town on the road.
"This train does not stop at West Falmouth going down,"
said the Judge; "but the boys will be on the lookout, or at
the station."
Sure enough, there they were, waving their hats and shout-
ing Hurrah! It seemed very droll to ride by their own door,
and then ride back, but the express train did not stop going
down, and the Judge concluded not to order his carriage, as
the trunks would go up by cars. A short delay at Falmouth
gave the Judge time to see some old friends, and Mrs. Hudson
an opportunity to rest a little on one of the hard wooden
settees in the waiting-room, while Grace amused herself by
walking about.
It was not long before the train returned, and the party
soon reached the snug little station where Mrs. Marston, Lu,
little Mabel, Dick, Tom and half a dozen others were waiting
to receive them.


Here we are! said the Judge. Mrs. Hudson, this is your
landlady, and my aunt Becky; she is a famous cook, and will
take good care of you. Conductor, don't forget my fruit.
How are you, wife and babies? Captain Joe, glad to see you;
watching much now ? "
The good-natured Judge shook hands with all, and every one
seemed pleased to welcome him.


"Here, Captain Joe," said he to an old sailor, "take this
lady's trunks up to Becky's, will you ? and remember I am to
go out with you very soon."
"Good time to-night, Jedge." said Captain Joe; "if you ain'L


forgot. your training you kin haul in a fish as well as I kin."
All right, Captain; come, youngsters, let us run up and see
grandma; it must be near her tea-hour."
Mrs. Hudson was glad indeed to rest after her tiresome duties
at home, and her dusty journey. After tea the young people gath-
ered about on the piazza at grandma Marston's, while their elders
made plans for various excursions.
We must take the Vineyard the first fine day," said the Judge.
"Mrs. Hudson has not seen it, or anything on the Cape in twenty
years, and I intend to convince her that we thrive and prosper in
this corner of she world."
I want to go to Wood's Hole, or Holl," said TIn. 1 had a
letter from a boy there about the Blue Stocking and I want to
see him."
"All right, my boy; you may attend to your subscription list;
but I have something of more interest to offer. I am told that
the training-ship Minnesota is here, and I think it will be well
to pay her a visit."
Hurrah hurrah!" shouted the boys; for Dick's cousins and
some of their friends had joined the group.
The next day it was quite warm, and Mrs. Hudson unpacked
her trunks and put her rooms in order. Tom's room opened
from his mother's and looked directly down on the little landing
where Lu Marston's light boat was fastened, and near by her
father's yacht, The Lady Gay.
Mabel Marston and her little friends spent the morning swinging
in the hammock which the boys hung in the grove behind the
house, while Lu and Grace talked over all that had transpired
since they said good-by in Boston.


Tbe boys sailed over to the Island with Captain Joe and his
son, who told them wonderful stories of the sea. Captain Joe had
sailed from New Bedford for many years, and his stories of the
past were more delightful to the boys than any book.
"I could sail through this here Buzzard's Bay with my eyes
shut," said he; "there ain't a stick nor a stone nor a pint that
I don't know as well as you know
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A mutiny? Well, if your grandsire was alive, Dick Marston,
you would not ask such a question. Mutiny? I should say so. He
knew all about the Capawock, and he stood by me through thick


and thin. He was a knowing lawyer; wasn't many could git ahead
of the old Squire."
Tell us about the mutiny, Captain Joe," said Tom, "and if
you have a shipwreck or two, we want that when we get on
the Island."
I never tells a sea-yarn on the shore, young man. The sea is
a good friend to me; if it has taken some away, it's given me
enough to take care of the rest, and ingratitude isn't my
All right; we will take what we can get," said the boys.
The real purport of the trip to the Island was to look after
beach plums, which Cape Cod housekeepers make into a fine
jelly. They were not ripe so early in the season, but the boys
did not care. Dick could report the present prospect of a good
crop to his grandma, and there was plenty of fun in chasing army
after army of fiddlers down the beach and into the water.
Master Tom," said the captain's son, when he had an opportu-
nity to speak with him alone, don't say nothing more 'bout the
shipwreck to the old man; you see he's never been quite the same
since, and my mother was with him that voyage."
I ani glad you told me, Jim; real glad. Was she ? Tom
"Yes, she was lost, and he ain't the same; he never will be the
same. The Jedge knows it, and he's very considering ; he pays him
*.ell for looking after his yacht and Miss Lu's boat. If yu'll
some up to the house some time when the other fellows ain't
round, I'll show you a picture which the old man thinks a sight
of. It was painted by a man who was raised here in New Bedford.
and he used to think a sight of dad when he was a small shaved


He give it to him just before he sailed on the Acushnet; you know
that was the Indian name of New Bedford."
"I'll come, Jim; I like your father first-rate, and I hope he'll
tell us about the mutiny."
He'll tell it, but don't let on a word about the shipwreck."


I shan't spin it out long, boys," said the Captain, when they
were once more in the boat; "the Jedge wants to sail over to
Mattapoisett afore tea if wind and tide will favor, and I guess
it will according' to the present looks of things.
Martha's Vineyard used to be called Capazoock, by the Indians,
and when old Captain Baker give me the naming of my vessel I


took that and thought it might bring good luck. I owned a good
share in her, and when a man does that he is likely to look sharp.
We was rather short-handed, and one day, jist afore we left,
Captain Baker he sez, -' See here, Joe, don't be too economical ;
there's a couple of Portuguese fellows wanting a job, and old
Dave Bricket says they are good sailors.' Well, we took 'em
and said good-by to our friends. The Capawoock was as good
as new; she was made over from the old hull of the Sconticut,
as good a ship as ever sailed. We didn't mean to make a
whaler of her then she's come to that since; but we laid
out a little private speculation and took a mixed cargo on,
and as my wife had been poorly for a year, the Captain and
old Dave Bricket. the other owners, said I better take her
along, since the doctor in Boston recommended a sea voyage.
She was agreeable, and our cabin was fixed up snug and ship-
shape, with a nice little berth for Emily, my little girl. We
had been gone about a month, when my wife told me she
had overheard some talk between the Portuguese and a Spaniard
we called Sin.' They had made a plan to murder me, seize
the vessel, and put into some foreign port. I laughed at hel
fears, but soon after the mate reported something he had heard,
and we decided to get rid of the fellows peaceably if we could,
especially as my wife was made worse by her fears. In a few
days Sin openly disobeyed and was punished for it, while the
others muttered and sulked. I was bound to Liverpool first,
where we had some business with an old friend of Captain
Baker's; but afore we got in I had promised to send the men
off quietly and not have any public row with them. They pre-
tended they were glad to go, and seemed quite satisfied when I



gave them some money; but no sooner did they get into
their boat than Jack Porty,' as the lads called him, seized his
pistol and attempted to shoot me. One of the men was ready
for him, and doused him with a pail of hot water; but three
madder villains I never saw. The case was reported to the
proper authorities, and neither of the rascals escaped punishment."
"You was too easy with them, dad," said Jim. "Mutiny
must be punished according to law."
"Yes, yes, 1 know ; but you see she was so tender-hearted,
and I couldn't go agin her wishes, Jim, I never did; and I
ain't sorry neither. There's the Jedge on the landing, boys,
and now if some of you will run up and call the ladies, we'll
be skimming over to Mattapoisett in half an hour."


party across the bay to Mattapoisett in fine style. The

ran into the pretty harbor where Judge Marston and his wife
with Mrs. Hudson landed, to make a call on an old Boston
friend whose elegant summer home overlooked the waters of the
Bay. The boys were told to find out all they could about
-- "; -.- -- -- -

the place before their elders returned. Lu and Grace decided to
visit the light-house bay with Captain Joe, while the boys hurried
of the industries of the town. The name signifies a place of
Bay_ The boys were told to find out all they could about
the place before their elders retmned. Lu and Grace dezeided to

rest," and such the party found it. Captain Joe, however, grew
restless enough when he saw white caps dancing on the bay
and remembered Miss Lu's experience of seasickness the summer


M- fI
u g . .. .. .- -- --

D I:I .c 11- .1 -v 1.,, r

minds winds or waves if
he is having a good time."
"I'll call him," said Dick, and in a few moments the portly
Judge was seen coming down with the ladies. The girls were
already on board the yacht with Tom, and in a few moments
the Lady Gay was dancing and prancing like a spirited horse.
Lu looked a little uncomfortable, but managed to keep her
head up and enjoy the sport, while Grace was all fun and
"I rather think," said the Judge, when he landed, "that


to-morrow'll be a good day to take in the Vineyard; eh,
Captain ?"
Going in the yacht ?" asked the Captain.
"No, I think not; better buy excursion tickets and go
through the usual programme," said the Judge.
"Jim might drive the ark down to Wood's Holl for ye,"
said the Captain.
The ark" was a very old-fashioned, roomy carriage which
the Judge made fun of, and the children enjoyed. It was
once the family carriage of old Squire Marston, the father of
the Judge.
"Too many of us for that," said the Judge, laughing; "I
must take the widow Becker's boys along, you know, and you
had better go yourself, Captain Joe, to keep the youngsters
in order."
I was down two Sundays ago."
"Never mind! go with us," said Dick; "you can teach us
lots of things; come, say you'll go, Captain."
"Pass me that sponge, Jim. You young folks must stop a
scribbling on this here yacht while I have the care of her,"
said the Captain, in a gruff voice.
"Will you go with us, Captain Joe ?" persisted Dick.
"Of course he will," said Lu. -"He always does just as we
want him to."
Whereupon everybody laughed, including gruff old Captain Joe
"You must carry a nice lunch," said aunt Becky, when she
heard their plan for the next day. "It's no use thinking of
getting what you want or when you want it, just now, for every


place is full. If the Judge wants to take you all to the hotel,
why, well and good; but my advice is to take your own basket
and hang on to it. You'll like it much better than fasting."
" Thee
it, "
"it's a hungry place there, and thee
knows the
are ever
ready for
a bite."
And so
wise aunt
Becky spent several hours
in the kitchen and pantry,
and the boys assisted her
in packing up and getting
ready the lunch, Tom and
Dick "counting noses."
The next morning when
Mrs. Hudson and Grace ap-
peared, each with a willow basket filled with lunch, Judge
Marston laughed, and begged them not to heed aunt Becky;


she disliked every hotel, and called them starvation boarding.
houses." The boat had scarcely left the wharf at Wood's Holl
before Tom called for a sandwich, and all the party except the
Judge followed his example, as their early breakfast had not
been properly eaten.
"Pa's cigar keeps him from hunger," said Dick. "Just


wait until I smoke, then I will refuse sam sandwiches."
"Better stick to the sandwiches my boy," said the Judge;
"a bad and expensive habit is not easily broken."
The day was delightful, the water unusually calm, and as
old Captain Joe said, "the boat had a chance to do her


"There's Nantucket Light, children," said the Judge, suddenly,
interrupting a very marvellous story of Captain Jof's. Nantucket
is the place where people never die, they say. About ninety or
a hundred years of age, they dry up and blow aTvay."
"O, papa Marston," said Lu; "that is the worst kind of a
Well, dear, they told me so when I was a boy."
"Nantucket was the home of old Peter Folger," said Mrs.
Hudson, the grandfather of Benjamin Franklin."
"Pray, madam, how do you know so much concerning our
history ? asked the Judge with a merry twinkle of his eyes.
"I know just enough to be sure of my ignorance and a desire
for more knowledge," replied Mrs. Hudson.
"She is always poring over books," said Tom; "whenever she
is going anywhere she crams, and knows more about the country
than the people who are born there."
"My dear Tom said Mrs. Hudson in an expostulatory tone.
"You know you do, mamma," said Tom; "whenever we ask
papa about any fact in history, he always says, 'Go to your
mother; she is posted in such matters.' "
All laughed at saucy Tom, who was very proud of his mother
and not over fond of books.
"It always seems wise to inform one's self about places one is
about to visit; everything is then doubly interesting. You have
all heard of the boy who wished he had a hole bored in the
top of his head where knowledge could be poured in, as it was too
much trouble to study. I am afraid Tom is something like him,
for be enjoys the information, the legends, stories, and scraps of his-
tory, but he will not search for them himself," said Mrs. Hudson.


"You are quite right," said the Judge; "Tom and Dick are
well mated in that respect, while Charlie here would sit all day
long in my study over books. I confess that I am ashamed of
my ignorance concerning our beautiful Cape and its surroundings,
and I shall be much
pleased if you will tell
us something about my
Scorner of our native land
while you are with us."
I know too little to
presume to instruct," said
Mrs. Hudson modestly;
"but I confess I laughed
Over the famous transac-
tion in real estate which
is recorded."
"Do tell us about it,"
n_ w n- l urged Dick, while the
CHARLIE IN THE STUDY. other boys looked eager
to hear.
"In 1641," said Mrs. Hudson, Thomas, or Governor Mayhew,
bought the island of Nantucket for forty pounds. In 1659, he
sold it to ten persons for thirty pounds and two beaver hats -
one for himself and one for his wife. The first English settler
came here in 1659; his name was Thomas Macy. You know
Nantucket was inhabited by a large Indian tribe, and near Mia-
comet, on the South Shore, there is an Indian burial-place. The
last of the tribe died in 1854. He did not dry up and blow


"Perhaps his heavy name held him down," said Charlie Becker,
blushing as he spoke.
"What was it, Char ?" asked Dick.
"Abraham Api Quady," answered Charlie.
"I think Charlie has been reading to some purpose," said
Mrs. Marston.
"Was the island always called Nantucket, Charlie?" asked
"No," said he; "it was once called Sherburne. It received
its present name in 1795."
Charlie," said Mrs. Hudson, kindly," I am so glad you know
these things. Perhaps you will tell the boys why Thomas Macy
and his wife came to Nantucket."
"At last my hour has come," said the Judge, taking a tragic
attitude before the group on the deck. "As the son of a Quaker
couple, I have the floor."
Hear, hear !" cried the party.
William Starbuck, one of your ancestors, my son, came here
in an open boat with Thomas Macy and his wife, to find shelter
among the friendly Indians. They left Massachusetts because they
were disagreeable to the people there:

"'Far round the bleak and stormy cape
The venturous Macy passed,
And on Nantucket's naked isle
Drew up his boat at last.'

"Grace, my dear, you are fond of Whittier, do assist my treach-
erous memory."
"I only remember the last verse," said Grace.


"'God bless the sea-beat island!
And grant forevermore
That charity and freedom dwell
As now upon her shore.'"

"We must read Whittier's Exiles this very evening," said
Mrs. Marston.
As the boat approached her destination, Lu stood with her hand
on her father's arm.
"Papa," she said, I want you to tell me something."
I will, if possible, little girl; but like Colonel Hudson, I must
sometimes say, 'Go ask your mother.' "
Mamma does not know this," said Lu, in a coaxing tone. "I
want to know what you
gave that good-natured
Captain a note for just
Before the boat left Wood's
." Curious little woman !
can you keep a secret ?"
"A dozen, papa."
Well, I sent my card
to the officer in charge
of the training ship, re-
questing permission to
visit it with my party."
"Oh, how nice! and
Grace is so fond of ships
and the sea; if she were a boy I know she would enter the Navy."
She is a dear little girl," said the Judge warmly, "and I am


.sorry the Colonel cannot enjoy her growing up day by day.
Come here, Gracie," he called; "lean on my other arm, and let us
watch the crowd when we land; there is no hurry. Lu and I
have a secret, Gracie; would you like to share it ?"
"If you would like to have me," said Grace.
Let me tell her," said Lu; and she told her, but failed to
make her remember the good-natured captain with the laughing
face. "He is an old friend of mine," said the Judge; "full of
fun and stories."
Grace did not take her eyes off the training ship long enough
to see any one on the wharf.
"I did," said Lu. I love to watch people; and I don't care
very much for the sea; but I shall be glad to see a real Government
"I want you to see all you can, my dear, for I should not be
surprised if that roving father of yours carries you all off to New
Zealand some day."
0 father, father," shouted Dick, "hasn't Oak Bluffs grown ?
I can see lots of new houses, and I don't believe we can find
uncle Fred's cottage."
"Of course we can," said his mother; "it is on Sea View
avenue, and no one can build up before him."
Once landed, our young friends wandered about as they pleased,
after promising uncle Fred to report at his cottage promptly at
one o'clock. The boys went in bathing, just to say so; the girls
took a long walk with uncle Fred and the Judge, while the
ladies strolled about a little and then chatted with aunt Fred,"
as the children called her. Uncle Fred was a minister in New
York, and a brother of Mrs. Marston. He had been spending a week


or two with a friend in western Massachusetts, and Mrs. Marston
expected the cottage would be closed.
Long before one o'clock came, both lunch-boxes were emptied
and thrown into the sea, and yet the whole party sat down
to a good dinner at aunt Fred's" table, with keen appetites.
After dinner our party visited other places of interest; one,
especially, not often shown to visitors- the kitchen of a large
hotel. The proprietor was happy to see the Judge, and kindly
explained the various departments to the young people. Grace
was much amused when she saw two men unpacking large boxes
of poultry which had just arrived.
"There is enough to last our family two years," said she.
"Yes, Miss," said one of the stewards, "but only the bones
will be left after to-morrow night. We have a party here, and
chicken-salad is a favorite dish."
The wind had risen while our friends were sight-seeing, and poor
Lu dreaded the return trip, for the steamer was bounding about
at the wharf, and nearly all the yachts had come into their moorings.
"Where in the world is Charlie Becker ?" asked Dick. "I left
him a few minutes ago, and now he is nowhere to be seen."
He is spinning sea-yarns somewhere," said his brother.
"Or rather listening to some one else spin them while he
dreams," said Dick. "Father, I do wish you would get Charlie
a chance in the Navy; he is a capital scholar, and he does not
care for anything else."
I have been thinking of it for some time," said the Judge.
The boys found their friend standing in a dreamy attitude, list-
ening eagerly to the remarks of an old captain concerning the


He was hurried away to
the steamer, and on the
trip up the Judge had a
long and serious conversa-
tion with him. Just as i
the party were making
ready to go on shore, Lu
heard her father say
SWell, Charlie, your
father and I grew up like
brothers, and he wanted
his boys to have a fine
education; depend on me
for help, if you will con-
tinue to help yourself."
Tom's subscriber to the
Blue Stocking could not
be found, as he was at SEA YARNS.
the mountains with his mother. As the train was not quite
ready to start, the genial conductor invited the entire party
to visit his neat home, which was one of the oldest houses in
that section.
It was not far from the station, and proved to be a very sightly
and interesting place. While the Judge rested on the quaint
piazza, Lu saw him open a note which a man had given him when
they landed.
He smiled as he read it, and called out:
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, we are cordially invited to visit
the training ship. When shall it be ?"

44 0 UT AND AB O UT.

Oh dear, not soon," said Mrs. Marston; sight-seeing is so
tiresome, and I am quite exhausted."
"As soon as we can, then," said the Judge; "so, Mr. Con-
ductor, you will have us down here again in a few days."
Good news for me, Judge; let me know your time and I
will look out for you."
"All aboard for West Falmouth," shouted Dick, and the entire
party ran down the steps to the station.
Don't hurry!" exclaimed the conductor. "They can't go
until I come."



WO days of rest
gave the ladies
time to visit quietly in
the evening, and make
plans for future excur-
sions; the young peo-
ple were never quiet.
They rowed out to
Temple Rock after gar-
nets; they caught crabs,
hunted for scallops, and
became much interested
in arranging sea-mosses.
In addition to all these
-~ pursuits, they enjoyed
a little party which
aunt Becky gave to Mabel on her
It is said that the women of Cape
Cod are all good cooks. Certainly aunt Becky
was one, and her house was always full at Quarterly Meeting


time, when the Quakers, or Friends, enjoy themselves socially and
Aunt Becky's house was new, and she was one of those
genial souls who delight in making others happy. Grandma
Marston was getting old and easily disturbed by noise, while
aunt Becky's mother, although an invalid, enjoyed seeing and
hearing the children.
"Thee had better have them all here while the weather holds
good," said she to her daughter. The little ones will enjoy
it much better."
So they all came, even. the Judge and Mrs. Marston; all
but Charlie Becker's brother Arthur. He had been out rowing
during the morning in the hot sun, and fell down suddenly
while the boys were racing through the woods. The widow
Becker's home was not far from the Marstons', and aunt
Becky hurried over to see the boy.
"He will be all right after a night's sleep," said she. The
sun was very hot to-day, and he is subject to bad headaches,
like his poor father."
While the children were engaged in their games at the party,
Mrs. Hudson stole away, and sat for an hour with the widow.
Arthur was better the next.day, and quite sure he could go
with the rest to visit the ship. It was a bright morning
when they again started for Wood's Holl, and the air was
delightful on the water as they rowed out to the Minnesota.
The guests were received with great courtesy, and invited to
see every portion of the floating home.
"What admirable housekeepers !" said Mrs. Marston, when the
party were shown the arrangements for eating and sleeping.



"You must remember," said the Judge, "that this is house-
keeping man-fashion; _
each does his part.
Every boy learns how
to cook for his messs'
and he must also take
care of his own clothing."
"How much pay do they receive i? "
asked Mrs. Hudson.
"Ten dollars and fifty ,:,int per
month, besides good food. inl-trul'-
tion in the English brain :i,-. ;iind
seamanship, music and dan:i." .-aid
the officer who was escorting them.
Have you any French or Irish boys here?" asked Captain

"All of American birth," said the Judge, "and lucky fellows
to secure such training. No wonder so few of them leave when
they are twenty-one "
This is our library,"
said the officer, and
you can judge for your-
selves how well it is
"How strong and
happy the students
seem," said Mrs. Hudson.
"I do believe Charlie
Becker envies them."



"He is the tall lad yonder," explained the Judge, with a
genuine love for mathematics and the sea."
Why not send him to Annapolis ?" said the officer; "it is
a severe school, but I fancy from his looks he is manly
enough to endure the discipline."
"It is a matter I have now in mind," said the Judge.
The guests were shown the hospital, the cells used for bad
boys, and in fact,
every portion of the
"How I should like
to hear them sing,"
said Mrs. Hudson to
her friend in an un-
Evidently the offi-
cers understood amus-
ing and entertaining
guests, for soon the
party were invited to
attend a concert on
deck, and never were
-...m. singers more apprecia-
When they had fin-
THE MUSIC LESSON. ished, the girls were
requested to sing for
the young sailors, and with much timidity, and some help from
Mrs. Hudson, they gave a pretty duet, after which the party


sang "Three Cheers for the Red, White, and Blue," and as
they left the ship, the boys' fine voices greeted them with
"Good-night, ladies "
A few days after this -,
visit a box of peaches '--
., i Z." =- .^====j -- ~' '
was sent on board, sim-"
ply marked: N. i .

For our Friends on
the Miinnesota in mem-
ory of a pleasant day."

Lu and Grace could
not hear the praises be-
stowed upon them, neither
did the gallant officers
know how pleasantly they i'
were remembered by Mrs. \ [1l' /
Hudson and the wife of ..
the Judge.
Charlie Becker went
home and sat up half A LESSON IN SAILING.
home and sat up half
the night making the model of a ship, while the other boys
slept soundly.
Early the next morning Tom and Dick were at the pier.
Their curiosity had been aroused by seeing from Tom's window
a low boat near the wharf with a cover over a portion of it,
resembling a prairie wagon. The boys were surprised.
"I have no idea what it is," said aunt Becky, when she was


questioned. "It was here last month, and I suppose it is some-
thing belonging to some camping-out fellows; there is lots of
them round now since the railroad has been put through."
Aunt Becky
/ / r/ / r / / was never quite
,, satisfied about
.7-. :. / the railroad, al-
though her nice
house was built
_with the money
o te wpaidher forsome
swamp lands
,, which the com-
-"~ pany required.
The boys hur-
ried down to the
:- wharf, and
A found the only
occupant of the
boat, an elderly
man who was
busy watching
something like
-" ,, a rude ther-
imometer, which
.. -- .. .- --- was fastened to
one of the huge
ON THE PAR DECK. ie that
piles th at
composed the wharf. The boat had a bed in it, rough but


comfortable, a peculiar clock, some lanterns, and a few camp-
ing utensils.
"Will you please tell us what, you are doing?" asked
The man gave another look at the instrument, wrote some-
thing in a book, and then said:
Yes; I'm working for Uncle Sam."
Oh! I know," said Dick; recording the tides."
"Pretty good for guessing, boy."
"Have you been here all night? asked Tom.
"Yes; anchored here at ten last night."
"Do you stay all alone ?"
"No; my mate has gone to town to get his breakfast, and
he'll be back soon."
"What good does this work do ?" asked Tom, thinking how
nice it would be to find out all he could and write about it
in the Blue Stocking.
The servant of Uncle Sam was not inclined to be talkative,
but he opened his mouth suddenly to ask the boys if one of
them would run up to the store and get him a plug of
tobacco. Dick ran away as fast as he could, while Tom
stretched himself out at full length on the pier, and gazed
into the boat.
"Better eat your breakfast, boy," said the man with a droll
Tom laughed. He held in his hand a huge light biscuit with
a generous slice of ham between it.
"Aunt Becky made me take it as I came through the
kitchen," said Tom; "she thinks it won't do for me to go


out on an empty stomach. I don't like to eat early in the
"If you staid out here all night I guess you'd be glad to,"
said the man as he wrote something in his book again.


"Then please eat it for me," said Tom; and aunt Becky
will be just as much pleased."
The man did not accept Tom's offer at first, but finally
consented when Tom threatened to throw it over to the fishes.
When Dick returned, the boatman grew more sociable. He
explained in rather an odd fashion his position. He lived down
below a piece, and he was hired by Lieutenant who was
appointed by Government to report concerning the tides in
Buzzard's Bay and the surrounding coast. The "guage," or
thermometer, as the boys called it, gave the depth of watel


accurately at different hours, all of which was written down
for the Lieutenant in the book the boys saw -the hour, the
depth of water, and the location.
"And where is the Lieutenant?" asked Dick.
"In New Bedford, just now. You see we have been used to
these waters ever since we were boys; and we understand the
currents better than a
stranger." -- -- "
"Do you like it ?" --
asked Dick with a look of
dismay at the blankets.
"Well, no, and yes. M
It's pretty cold some
nights; and it would -
seem rather nice to sit
down to a good square
meal once more."
"I should think it
would be fun," said Tom;
" especially these moon-
light nights."
"Guess you don't know /-
about the fogs down here
that wet you through
worse than a rain. Here
comes my mate!"
A tall, stout man came THE SERVANT OF UNCLE SAM.

down the wharf and swung himself off into the boat. "You
can turn in now," he said to his companion.


"I think I'll turn out," said the man, "and stretch my legs
a little before I go to sleep."
He sprang upon the pier and walked away with the boys.
"Shall you come down here again to-night ?" asked Dick.
"No, I reckon we shall swing over on the other side; but
the tides are running high now, and I would advise you
youngsters to moor your boats a little better. One of 'em
would have gone out last night if it hadn't been for me."
I guess it was Lu's," said Dick. She was out rowing in
the moonlight, and she's awful careless."
"Is she the girl with long light hair?"
"Yes; she's my sister."
"There was two of 'em down to see me about an hour
ago," said the man. "Nice girls, both of 'em!"
"Did you tell them about the tides and things?"
"Oh, yes; they was very much tickled, you see, and Grace,
as the other one called her, took a little book and wrote down
all I said. Nice girls, both of 'em'! "
Hang it exclaimed Tom. "Now I won't get a chance
to write it up for the paper."
"Those girls always get ahead of us," said Dick; "but we
won't tell them a word."
The man laughed and bade them good-morning.
When or how the queer boat moved away, the children
never knew. After breakfast it was not seen again; but the
girls decided that Coast Surveys and Reports of the Tides"
would henceforth be interesting reading matter.



A FEW days after the return of our friends from their trip
to the training ship, Grace brought her mother a letter
from the post-office. It was marked "Haste! in one corner,
and Mrs. Hudson saw that it was from her husband.
Grace watched her mother as she read, and was not sur-
prised to hear her say:
"Oh, dear! we must march on once more."
"Must we leave this lovely spot, mamma?"
"Yes, my dear; your father wishes us to go West with him,
and we are to meet him in Boston on the twelfth of the month,
unless I choose to go up earlier to make arrangements for the
And Tom and I are to go with you?" said Grace doubt-
"Oh, yes; it is Tom's long-promised Western journey, and
the boy will be delighted. Here is a note for him; do you
know where he is ? "
"Playing base-ball with the other boys in the Becker lot."
"I wish you would send this out to him. I want to think
quietly for a few moments, and Tom upsets all my plans with
his boisterous fun."


Grace ran away to send a messenger with the note. She was
not obliged to look far, for Charlie Becker was sitting on a

box in the yard, poring over a book. He did not hear her
first or second call, but roused himself when his mother said
sharply from the window:
"Charlie Becker, are you deaf? Miss Grace has been call-
ing you ever so long."
Charlie sprang up and hurried toward her with his book
under his arm.
"Will you please give this to Tom, and ask him to read


it before he comes in?" said she, holding out the note.
"Certainly, Miss Grace; no bad news I hope ?"
No," said Grace with some hesitation, "only we are going
away from here to travel with papa."
"I wish I had your chance," said Charlie. "I am almost
tempted to run away sometimes, this place is so dull. I want
to see the world, and I mean to some day. Where do you
go ?"
"I hardly know yet. I think to California; you know my
father has a brother in San Francisco, and he has written for
us to come out again and again."
"Won't Tom be happy? I will give him the letter for
you at once."
Charlie found them gathering round the catcher, who had
just been hit in the forehead by a foul ball."
Just a little accident," the plucky fellow said, though nearly
knocked off his feet.
It required some effort on Charlie's part to convince the active,
excited leader, Tom Hudson, that he had important news for
When Tom began to read, he was at first surprised, then
pleased, then noisy.
"I wonder if I might read this aloud?" said Tom.
Your sister wanted you to read it out here," said Charlie.
"I suppose she thought you would make too much noise in-
"Hold on until I see," said Tom. "I'm awfully tired.
Arthur, will you go up and ask mamma if I may tell the
boys what papa wrote ? "


Arthur was about starting when his brother said:
"No, Tom; he can't go. It is not proper."
"All right," said Tom, who had a city boy's dread of any-
thing improper. "I'll go."
"Mother, mother, he called under her window, "can I
read pa's letter to the fellows ? It only tells about the trip."
Mrs. Hudson was re-reading her own epistle, and trying to
determine what to do first. She answered readily:
"Yes, Tom;" and away went the boy to read of the won-
ders he hoped to see.
They all envied him. In the first place, he would not get
back in season to be present when school began; then he would
see all sorts of wonderful places, and hear strange stories, and
perhaps meet with real live Indians out on a prairie, to say
nothing of antelopes and buffaloes.
The difference between the sexes was never more apparent
than in this case. Grace, like Tom, was delighted to see the
world and travel with her father; but she mourned in secret
because some lessons would be lost, and she could not retain
her present rank. Lu quite agreed with her, and Mrs. Hudson
comforted them by saying the missing lessons could be made
up; and the information her little daughter would acquire,
must be considered ample compensation.
Lu mourned in secret for her friend, and when at last Grace
and her mother went up to Boston to purchase a few articles
for their long journey, poor Lu declared that the vacation was all
spoiled, and she hated to go back to school without her dear Gracie."
Dick said little, but thought much. All their plans were
spoiled. They had dozens of places to see, and recently a gen-


tleman living at Nantucket had invited the Judge and his
family to spend a few days with him, and the chief fun was
that Tom was also invited. Now that was ended.
"It would be poky going over there with 'only a lot of
grown-up Quaker people;" and Dick declared he did not want
to go.
Judge Marston behaved in a very strange manner about this
time. To be sure, he brought out a large portfolio containing
beautiful scenery, and advised Mrs. Hudson about many impor-
tant little things, while Mrs. Marston, who had visited Colorado
and California only two summers before, talked until she was
tired about the beautiful things "they must be sure to see."
The Judge smiled more than usual, and went to Boston three
times during that week; why, no one knew, for he had deter-
mined not to look into the city, he said, for six weeks.
When Colonel Hudson arrived, the mysterious movements of
the Judge were explained. Lu and Dick were invited to travel
with Mr. Hudson's party.
"I always meant they should go." said the Judge, "and I
was sorry enough to leave them behind when my wife and I
went; but that was a surprise to us all, and there was no
time; I went to Denver post-haste, to take charge of my
brother's property. And after all, it was for the best; they are
older now, and Hudson is a million times better travelling com-
panion than I am."
I shall feel just as comfortable as if I were with them," said
Mrs. Marston. "Dear Mrs. Hudson has a peculiar gift with
children, and she is informed on almost every topic. I wish I
knew half as much."


"I want to go to Californum," said Mabel, pouting.
"She shall go sometime," said her papa, kissing her; she
shall go when she is a big girl like sister Lu."
"I ain't never going to be a big girl, and I want to go
now," persisted Mabel.
"And leave poor papa and mamma all alone?" asked the
"You leaved me when you went," said Mabel, with moist
eyes, "and I want to go with Mrs. Hudson, so now."
The child darted away suddenly, and was not seen again for
several hours; then Lu found her lying on the grass, intently
watching a large yellow butterfly with her pet dog Pug.
"Come, pet," said Lu, we are going out to sail, and Cap-
tain Joe is all ready. You shall sit next to sister."
Mabel trotted by Lu's side, and not a word was said about
the long journey.
She has forgotten all about it," said Judge Marston to his
wife; "these little people soon forget their troubles."
Mabel's papa did not quite understand his little daughter.
The next morning when the Judge opened the door of his
sleeping-room he found a scrap of paper pinned on his boot-
strap. The boots were always put outside when the gentlemen
retired, and returned nicely cleaned in the morning. The Judge
was an early riser, like his aged mother; and he stepped
about softly lest he might arouse his wife and children. He
closed the room door gently, and sat down by the hall win-
dow to read the note.
Some of Dick's nonsense," said he, smiling, as he took out
his eyeglasses. Dick frequently adopted that fashion of apply-



ing for more pocket-money, .or telling his father of his where-
abouts, The Judge was much surprised to find the note printed
on the margin of a newspaper with a blue pencil. It read as

DER Mister Yugs Papa I WaNT
To go To THE gOlD LAND i
KaN go iN Lu'S BOA T gooD By

The Judge was alarmed at once. He knew how resolute
the child was, and he felt too anxious to smile over the titles.
The little one heard others call her father -Judge, and Mister
Judge Papa" she evidently considered the proper thing. As he
was going down-stairs he met Sarah, the child's nurse.
"Where is Mabel?" he asked sharply.
"I dressed her more than an hour ago, and she went over
to aunt Becky's. She said she had a 'gagement there."
"Did you let her go alone?"
"Why, yes, sir. You said she was to go there or to Mrs.
Becker's whenever she liked."
"Yes, yes, so I did. I wanted her to think she was free,
and not a little prisoner. Run over, Sarah, and see if she is
there. I am going down to the boat-landing."
He went down, and Lu's boat was gone.
The child had been learning to use one of the light oars
recently, and only the evening previous her parents were sur-
prised to see how much strength she had.


The Lady Gay was at her moorings, and an old dory known
as the "boys' boat" was also there; but the little Fairy
which the Judge had presented to his eldest daughter the sum-
mer before, was nowhere to be seen.
Judge Marston hurried up to aunt Becky's. The child had
not been there, and Mrs. Becker, at the next house, had seen
her very early running as fast as she could to the landing.
She had not watched her, because the child went there every
Colonel Hudson had come down the evening before at
the urgent request of the Judge, to enjoy a day's frolic on
the water before starting on his long journey. He was already
up and walking on the eastern piazza at aunt Becky's. The
Judge hurried to him and gave him the scrap of paper.
"Has the boat gone ?" asked the Colonel, as he calmly
folded the paper.
Yes," said the Judge, fairly trembling with anxiety.
Then we will go after it."
Judge Marston was almost angry with his friend for his
coolness, but the Judge forgot that Colonel Hudson had been
trained at West Point where self control is one of the impor-
tant lessons, and boys are required to do rather than talk. In
a few moments Colonel Hudson was pulling the boys' boat swiftly
over the water, while the Judge shaded his eyes with his hand
and tried in vain to see the Fairy. His face was stern and
pale, for his children were very dear to him, and he was fre-
quently told that he spoiled them by over-indulgence. Little
Mabel could not understand why he refused her request to
visit Californum," as she called it; and as the child went to


numerous places in either the yacht or Lu's boat, it seemed a
simple thing to go across to the "Gold Land." Every one
talked about going across the country to California, and per-
haps it was no farther off than Mattapoisett. So reasoned
While the gentlemen were on the water looking eagerly for
the missing boat, Sarah had spread the alarm at home. Tom
and Dick had gone with Captain Joe and Jim to Falmouth,
Arthur Becker was still in bed, and the little sons of the
Judge's sister, who lived by the sea ll1 the year round, "did
not see anything to be scared about because little cousin Mabel
went away in a boat. All little girls went in boats. Susie
Becker was only seven years oil and she went after scallops
all alone, and crabs too."
So said these wise little men to their distracted auntie,
who never rose early, and consequently did not know anything
about the note or her little daughter until Mrs. Hudson went
to comfort her.
Grace and Lu ran to the landing to bring home the first
tidings. Lu was crying, but Gracie knew papa would find her
somewhere, and she watched his boat as long as it was in
"If we wave our handkerchiefs," said Grace, "you may know
she is found."
Mrs. Hudson watched eagerly for the signal, but Mrs. Mars-
ton could not look at the water which she feared had already
made a tomb for her little daughter.
The gentlemen passed several points of land, and looked out
upon the Bay. No boat could be seen.


"There is a fisherman yonder at his box-trap. Let us row
out and ask him," said the Judge.
Colonel Hudson did so, and hailed him.
No, he had not seen a boat this morning; never knew it
Judge Marston found it almost impossible to sit quietly in
the boat.
"Can you tell me where the girls row generally?" asked
the Colonel.
"They go anywhere inside of the outer point," said the
Judge. "My eldest girl is very cautious, you know."
"There seems to be a little creek up here; suppose we go
up and explore ?" said Colonel Hudson. -
Yes; look anywhere, everywhere," replied the Judge.
The boat went smoothly between the narrow strip of land
on the left and the shore on the right.
How far can we go up here ?" asked the Colonel. The
water is shoal and clear."
"We can go on and on until we land at the foot of a
garden where an old neighbor of ours lives."
The boat now turned about a point of land and seemed
almost hedged in by the long rank grass of the shores.
"Hark said the Colonel; I hear voices."
"If I get the gold, I will give you some to buy lots of
books," piped a little childish voice.
Mabel, Mabel! called the Judge, loud enough to startle
all the small fish swimming about, and cause two women to
run to the windows of the house on the bank not far away.
"All safe," answered some one cheerily. A turn or two

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more in the zigzag creek, a splashing of water, quick sound-
ing oars, and then two boats appeared. In the Fairy sat Mabel,
with her long hair floating about, her eyes sparkling, and her
cheeks rosy. With her was Charlie Becker, doing his best to
keep his own boat from hitting the bank as they came
through the narrow, crooked passage.
"0 papa, said Mabel, quite unconscious of danger or
anxiety, "Charlie and me has had the-the betotifultest time,
and he's going to take Susie and me to the Gold Land."
"Where did you find her, my dear boy?" said the Judge,
still unable to speak distinctly.
"Going out to sea, sir."
"And what happy chance sent you out so early?" asked
Colonel Hudson. He had seen Charlie in Boston when he visited
Dick, and he admired the quiet manliness of the lad.
"The truth is, sir, I forgot an errand for mother, yester-
day. I was interested in some drawings, and, as mother says,
I am always forgetting. When I got into my boat to go up
the creek it is so much easier, you know, than to go round
by land -I saw the Fairy bobbing away off there by the Bay,
and I mistrusted something was wrong, for the girls never go
beyond the point alone "
"Yes," said Mabel, interrupting, "Charlie come, and I was glad,
cause Lu's oar was too long and her boat went round and round,
and I was cold, and hungry. It danced bewtifully, didn't it, Charlie?"
Charlie nodded, and the gentlemen exchanged glances.
"Thank heaven you were out, Charlie," said the Judge fer-
vently, as he thought of his little daughter on Buzzard's Bay,
alone in that frail boat.


"Yes, sir; it is rough outside this morning. I thought first
I would bring her right home; and then I imagined you
would all be asleep and not miss her,
so I rowed up after the polonaise pat-
tern mother wanted, and got something
for Mabel to eat."
Such nice doughnuts and some milk,"
said Mabel. Charlie's real good, papa.
I'm going to wait and go to the Gold
Land with him, 'cause he wanted me
I said that to get her back quietly.
She told me where she was going when
I found her. At first she did not want
the rope on my boat, but she sat still
like a good little girl at last," said
Charlie, in a low tone.
Colonel Hudson was glad enough to
row home slowly, and the girls who
Were still anxiously waiting, wondered
where he might be when they waved
their signals and greeted with cheers
the Fairy and Charlie's "old punt."
He soon came up, and when the story
was told, and the family sat down to
breakfast, it was nearly nine by grand-
ma Marston's old clock, and Captain
Joe had returned with the horses.
Better take yer drive this morning, Jedge, and let the


Colonel see the sights on shore, for the tide won't serve us
afore three o'clock," said Captain Joe.
Tne drive was taken, the sail also, and early the next morn-


ing the elders of the party left for Boston, and began their
Western journey at once.
Judge Marston and his wife said good-by at the Fitchburg
station in Boston, and then returned to their seaside home.
The children were provided with every comfort for the journey,
and were eagerly talking over the wonderful things they might


see, while the Judge and his wife were saying, "How lonely
we shall be without them!"
Yes," said Mrs. Marston, Tom and Gracie seem like our
own children, and Mrs. Hudson is a genuine good sister in
reality if not in name."
When the Judge and his wife reached the West Falmouth
station, the rest of the family were waiting to receive them.
Aunt Becky said Charlie Becker had taken care of Mabel all
day, and the imperious little maiden called out:
0 mamma, you can just send Sawah away, 'cause Charlie's
going to take care of me always for never and never."



"Oh, the jolly, jolly engine,
With its whir and its noise,
Is the best kind of horse
For all wide-awake boys."

SO sang Tom and Dick as the train left the Fitchburg sta-
tion in Boston. Colonel Hudson and his wife smiled, for
the girls who sat directly behind them, were as quietly happy
as the boys were noisy. After a short time the entire party
became interested in looking out of the windows or making
guesses about the occupants of the car.
When the young people began to be restless, Colonel Hud-
son asked them how much they knew about the Hoosac
"As we go through it, I think it is well to inform our-
selves a little."


Dick said he had heard it called "a big bore," one day, at
the State House.
Tom said "that it cost the State forty dollars per inch;"
and Lu remembered something about a terrible accident which
happened there.
Mamma can tell us something," said Grace; "she boarded
near there the summer we went out in uncle Chester's yacht."
"Yes," said Colonel Hudson, "and I have seen a scrap-book
which contains something about the Tunnel."
"Tell us tell us! cried the boys; whereupon an elderly
gentleman lowered his newspaper and looked over his specta-
cles at the party.
"I will not tell a word if you disturb your neighbors," said
Mrs. Hudson.
The boys had turned their seat over and sat facing the Colonel
and his wife, while the girls turned about a little to listen.
with their eyes intently fastened on. the country through which
they were passing.
It was very wet and muddy when we made our first trip,
and we were very tired. We had visited the Compressing
Shop, and our heads ached with the noise of the machinery,
but everybody walked into the Tunnel then, and of course we
did not care to be unfashionable. At the Tunnel store, a place
where supplies were sold to the workmen, we hired a lantern
for twenty-five cents; we then put on our rubbers and rain-
cloaks and started off in fine style. It was my fortune to
walk first with our guide, a man whose life had been spent
near the mountain. He pointed out to me the wooden rails
which extended from the entrance some forty feet; this was


done, he said, to .prevent a repetition of a sad accident that
occurred the previous summer: the lightning ran in on the track
and exploded some of the charges, killing five men. Our little
lantern sent forth a very feeble ray as we proceeded on our
journey, and the water from springs above dropped down upon


us As I walked on the rails to avoid the mud, our attend-
ant told me of another terrible thing which happened not long
before--the drowning of twenty men at the central shaft.
"In one place we saw that the roof over our heads was sup-
ported by immense pillars and rods. I asked if it were true


that a very weak spot had been found, and there was danger
in riding over the top of the mountain, as some of the country
people thought ?
"' No, indeed,' said he; 'ignorant people are easily fright-
ened. I have driven a stage over this mountain for years, and
I would be willing to wager my best pair of horses that no
falling through will ever take place. There is from six to
eight feet of solid rock in the thinnest place over our heads."
"'How long will the Tunnel be when completed?' I asked.
"'Four and a half miles," he answered; 'and it's a big
thing too, opening up our beautiful valley with its fine farms.'
"' The Deerfield Valley is indeed charming,' I said. Only
yesterday I rode on horseback by the side of the river for
several miles, and the entire roadway was shaded by fine trees.'
"' If you want to see it at its best, you must let me speak
to a friend of mine on the road, and he will allow you to
ride in the baggage car where you .can see the whole country
framed in. From here to the junction it is as pretty a
picture as I ever expect to see.'
"I should like it extremely," I replied.
"Did you go?" asked Tom.
Wait until we finish our Tunnel," said his mother.
"A few days after our first visit, our kind guide invited us to
ride into the Tunnel. They were going in with a train of
stone cars at midnight of Saturday, to bring out the men. It
'would be rough riding, and the men were rougher still, but the
novelty might please us. We were glad enough to go, and our
party of five seated themselves with much fun and laughter
on some boards laid across the low square boxes called cars."


They were rude and dirty, as they were constantly used in
removing the stone. The engineer and our guide swept
them out a little in honor of our visit, but we were
dressed for the occasion and did not care. Our special car"
with the boards was next the locomotive, and our progress was
so slow that we were able to converse with the engineer who
was extremely polite to us. The empty cars trailed along like
the tail of a kite, and the sparks from our engine made some
of the nervous ones tremble, for kegs of powder were piled
up on the sides of the track, and our engineer told us that
one of the cans on our right hand contained nitro-glycerine
enough to 'hurl us all to splinters.'
"When we approached the place where the workmen were
we could hear their voices, some in angry discussion, and some
joking or swearing. All was quiet as soon as they discovered
us, and as the wheezy little engine stopped, the miners tumbled
into the little cars, filling them all so full there did not seem
to be room for one more. I was much interested in their little
lamps, and attempted to buy one; but all refused to part with
them, and our guide whispered that they feared it would change
their luck and some accident would happen if they should use
a new lamp. At the request of the engineer, we sang several
songs which echoed and re-echoed through the big bore. Just
before we reached the outside world for you must know it was
slow work backing out with a long heavy train I looked
at my watch and saw it was after midnight, and I proposed
to Nellie Lee, a pretty girl with golden hair, that we should
sing Nearer my God to Thee. We did so, and several of
the men joined us. I never hear it sung now without think-


ing of those rough men and their respectful behavior. When
we stepped out of our car, or rather jumped off from our boards,
an Irishman came up and touched his hat to me, saying:
"'Thank ye, lady, for the sweet words. We'll be going home
for our sleep now, and it'll be none the worse for seeing an'
hearing your voices.'
We shook hands with several of them, and warned them
against their great enemy rum while others scampered as
fast as they could to their cabins where wife and babies would
welcome them."
Mrs. Hudson's story was interrupted several times by the ex-
clamations of the children, who saw new beauties to admire as
the train rolled along. Grace, the sober little one of the group,
asked her mother where Nellie Lee was now.
"Married to an artist, and gone with him to his Western
home," replied her mother.
Colonel Hudson laughed at his young people for being so still
when the train passed through the Tunnel; but each was think-
ing of the story they had heard.
"The drive over the mountain must be beautiful," said Lu.
"I wish we could have that too."
Colonel Hudson looked at his wife and smiled, for, in the
pocket of his coat was a letter from a gentleman in North
Adams, telling him he would never forgive him if he did not
stay over one day and give him a chance to see his wife
and children. The Colonel had sent a despatch to his friend,
and when the train reached North Adams, or "Adams," as it
is called by the residents, the children were surprised to find
themselves hurried out of the cars into a family carriage.


It was a pleasure they had not anticipated, and Mr. Grush
was the very man to delight young people. After a refreshing
repast of chicken and all manner of good things prepared by
Mrs. Grush and her cook, the large barouche was ordered
out for a "short drive to Williamstown."
"We can return by moonlight," said their host, and
to-morrow we will go over the mountain, giving you some of
the prettiest views your eyes ever beheld. My horses," said
Mr. Grush, "are named for two of the tributaries of our
Hoosac River, Tophet and Anthony, and they are generally as
fleet as their namesakes in the spring."
Never were four young people happier. They sang, laughed,
joked, and grew
almost wild over
the stories Mr.
Grush told to
He was one
of the happy
men who never
grow old. Years
before, while he
was travelling
in the far West,
he had met Col-
onel Hudson,
then a young lieutenant, stationed at Fort Abercrombie,
and he was delighted to show anything and everything
about his home to the young man whose kindness during


a trying illness, he could never forget as long as he lived.
"Drive up by the college buildings first, John," said Mr.
Grush to his coachman. "I want the young gentlemen to see
them. Of course you have heard of Dr. Hopkins?" he said,
turning to Dick and Tom.
"I have," said Tom; "I saw his portrait once, and his
gown too."
"Well, he brought the college up in his time," said Mr.
Grush. "There, boys, that is Goodrich Hall, or the Chemical
Labratory; there is
Lawrence Hall, con-
taining the library;
and there is a mon-
ument erected to the
memory of the college
boys lost in the war."
Mr. Grush grew sober
as he looked at the
latter, and it was
some time before he
pointed out other ob-
jects of interest.
Colonel Hudson
.told his wife that
the poor man lost his
f% only boy then, and
he had been a very
IN DEERFIELD VALLEY. promising student.
4"The town and the college were named for Colonel Ephraim




Williams," said Mr. Grush, with a slight huskiness in his voice,
for everything recalled his boy to him as they drove about.
"It is one of the prettiest spots I ever saw," said Mrs.
Hudson. "Old Greylock lifts his haughty head over three
thousand feet, and Clarksburg although less lofty, is very
That is Berlin Mountain on the west," said Mr. Grush. This
is altogether the finest view from the college buildings."
"I should like a copy of the Vedette," said Tom; "the paper
edited by the students."
"My son, you must know, is a little editor in a little way,
and he is interested in such matters," said Colonel Hudson.
Mr. Grush smiled approvingly, and said: "Oh, ho! so the
taste for printer's ink crops out in the third generation, does
it? Well, Master Tom, you shall have the paper; I will send
you a copy as soon as you return."
"And I will send you the Blue Stocking," said Tom, who
was already a firm friend of their genial fatherly entertainer.
The drive home was not as pleasant as anticipated, for a
smart shower made it necessary to drive fast. Tophet and
Anthony enjoyed it more than the young people seated behind
them, for Tom and Dick grumbled, while the girls hid their
new travelling hats under the seats. Mr. and Mrs. Hudson
were experienced travellers, and not easily troubled by so
slight a thing as a shower.
"There is a poor fellow less fortunate than ourselves," said
Mrs. Hudson, as the party passed the hotel on their way to
the residence of Mr. Grush.
"He will not mind it," said the latter. "As soon as this


rain ceases, Jimmy
Glass will be whis-
tling over some mud-
dy boots."
"Is that his name?
asked Lu.
It is the name
he goes by. He used
to call out, 'Shine,
sir; shine yer boots
like a glass!' And
a good faithful lad
he is too. His fa-
ther was killed in the
When the rain
ceased, both boys went
out to patronize Jim-
my; for Mrs. Hud-
son would not check
their generous im-
The next day our
friends drove over
the mountain and
inspected the entrance
to the Tunnel and
the various small
buildings about the


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station. The return trip was most charming, for the sun was
not so high, and the views on either hand seemed even more
attractive than in the early morning.
Sometimes the whole party got out and walked, sometimes
the boys tramped by the side of the carriage, and all were
enthusiastic concerning the sweet pure air, the water fresh
from the mountain springs, the beautiful country through
which they were passing, and, last but not least, prophet and
Anthony, who ran up the steep ascents without an effort, or
stood quietly in the shade while the children gathered specimens
of rock or flowers.
"There is one thing I should like," said Mr. Grush, "and
that is to have you all come up next spring and visit our
sugar camp. just beyond Charlemont; it is great fun, and I
always borrow a few boys to take out with me."
While Mr. Grush explained the process, his good wife was
searching among a collection of pictures for one which had
been taken of the camp the previous season.
"Here it is, boys," she said at last; "you can only see a
small portion of the house, which is as snug and warm as
you could wish. There is my nephew Charlie pouring some
syrup on the snow; he came here from St. Louis sick, and
went back as rugged as a young bear."
After another night of rest, our friends proceeded on their
journey. Tom's satchel was heavy with bits of marble, while
Dick had a number of little keepsakes in memory of their
pleasant visit. Lu, who was fond of sketching, had a rough
but quite correct picture of the natural limestone bridge on
Hudson Brook, and Grace, with her mother's aid, had nearly


completed a view of the beautiful cascade in Notch Brook,
where the water plunges down a precipice thirty feet in height.
Thanks to the hospitable Mrs. Grush, our party left Adams
with a well-filled lunch-basket, and when the gallant Colonel
attempted to express his gratitude for their charming visit, he
was promptly checked by his friends.
"Don't mention it; don't, Colonel!" said he; "where would
this pleasant home be to-day if you had not nursed me through
that fever at Fort Abercrombie. Send the boys and girls up
in sugar time and let us toughen them up a bit."
"No more such visits as- that," said Tom, as the train
moved away. Why, father, I didn't know you had such
splendid friends."
"We may meet more of them on our journey," said his
father; "kindness begets kindness, my boy, and if we desire
friends, we must first show ourselves friendly."



W HERE do we stay in Albany?" asked Dick as the
train rolled into the station of that old Dutch town.
"At the Delevan House," said Colonel Hudson. "My wife
and I have pleasant associations connected with that house."
"I know," said Grace; "you went there on your wedding
journey, didn't you, mamma?"
Mrs. Hudson smiled. "Yes, dear, and I remember how
vexed I was when the clerk thought I was your father's
sister instead of a dignified married woman."
You did not look a day over sixteen," said the Colonel.
"She is just as pretty as ever she was," said Tom, with a
glance of pride at the cheerful face before him.
Colonel Hudson's rooms were in readiness when the party
arrived, as he had telegraphed his orders from Adams.
While our friends were enjoying a good dinner in the neat
and cheerful dining-room, a waiter brought in two visiting
cards, which he presented with a bow to Colonel Hudson.
That gentleman smiled, and gave them to his wife.
I am delighted!" she exclaimed; "and I would rather see
dear Grace than eat a dozen dinners."
"Nevertheless, I beg you to eat one dinner," said the


Colonel, "for travellers must prepare for their work; and this
journey is undertaken for your especial benefit."
Very well," said Mrs. Hudson, "I will endeavor to
behave properly; but I am not in the least hungry."
When our friend the Colonel wore a lieutenant's strap, and
was stationed at Fort Abercrombie, another young officer was
also sent there from West Point, and this young officer, now
an elegant gentleman, with a fierce moustache, was the sender
the visiting cards which read as follows:-

Major A h/erton. Mrs. Atherton.

U. S. A.

The owner of the second card was the godmother of our
little friend Grace Hudson, and was justly proud of her
namesake and goddaughter.
When dinner was over and we must confess that Colonel
Hudson did not linger over his dessert our friends went to
the parlor, where the hand-shaking, kissing, hugging, and
laughing, made the lookers-on almost envious. Mrs. Atherton
belonged to an old Albany family, and, although they were
considered by some people very proud and haughty, she was a
most loving and lovable person, and a great favorite with her
husband's army friends.
"Now, good people, we have made some plans for you, and
you must not open your lips except to utter yea," said she.
"I will say 'yea' at once," said Mrs. Hudson, "for you
have a perfect genius for planning, Grace."

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"That's a good obedient soul," said Mrs. Atherton, laughing.
"If one could only make one's husband yield like that."
"Yield!" exclaimed the handsome Major; "why, every one
knows I am horribly henpecked. However, Colonel, we will
have our revenge. I have a secret for your ears."
"You may keep it as long as you can," said Mrs.
Atherton. "But come, children, put on your hats, papa has
sent his carriage for you to drive about town, and then you
are all invited to tea on the lawn, where my good parents
will give you a genuine Dutch welcome."
The drive about Albany was extremely interesting. Mrs.
Atherton pointed and explained until her husband said he
must buy her an India rubber tongue protector. But the
lively lady only cuddled little Grace under her arm, and did
not mind her husband's jokes.
Dick thought the new Capitol very beautiful. Tom said it
was finer than the one in Washington in some respects.
And the Major informed them that it would tumble to the
ground if the frowns and complaints of the tax-payers could
be used as a battering ram.
The Dudley Observatory proved very attractive, and all the
party laughed about a pet doll named after its founder,
which Grace had left in the garret in Boston.
"Blandina Dudley," said Tom, with a laugh; "what a
name for a doll!"
"She was a good woman," said Grace, "and it is a better
name than some of the silly ones."
'You are right, my pet," said Mrs. Atherton. "When I
sent you the wax lady, I told you to name her yourself, and


I was glad to find you remembered dear old Albany."
It would be impossible to describe all the things seen
during the drive about Albany. Mrs. Atherton told the
children many stories of the past.
Grace remembered the Van Rensselaer Manor House, a portion
of which was built in 1765.
The antiquated Schuyler House interested Dick and Lu, as

their father had in his possession a picture of old Peter
Schuyler. The bridge across the Hudson, the canals, and the
famous reservoir with a capacity for thirty million gallons,
all received due attention; and Tom, who was rather fond
of adventure, declared he would like no better fun than a
trip on a canal boat.
The lawn party at Mrs. Van Zandt's .was a delightful affair;
the grounds were very simple and spacious, and Mrs. Atherton


and her husband did all in their power to make the young
people happy. The house was full of guests, but our young
friends were well trained, and consequently did not feel
awkward when introduced to ladies and gentlemen they had
never seen before.
Mrs. Atherton's father was a director of the Erie Railroad,
and for some weeks he had been planning a little surprise
for his guests. Major Atherton was in the secret, and soon
after tea, Colonel Hudson was quietly told of the affair, while
the three gentlemen were smoking on the veranda.
"It will change my plans somewhat," said the Colonel. I
had purposed going directly to Chicago from here."
"Never mind," said the Major, it shall not cost you a
cent; father has a special car, and we will have your trunks
sent on to Chicago, or store them here. Do go, Charlie! it's
a dog's age since you and I have had any kind of frolic."
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Van Zandt; we must have you with
us, Hudson. Why, this affair has been postponed since May on your
account. Blaisdell of the New York Central, and Humphrey of
the Atlantic and Great Western, are going with their families,
and it is another chance for your children."
The last words decided Colonel Hudson. His one ambition
was to educate his children broadly; and he knew only too
well, that travel is a far better educator than books, if one
travels properly.
"I value your kindness," said he, "and shall be glad to
join you if Mrs. Hudson consents. That wise little woman is
too good a partner to be ignored in any scheme of my life, and,
to tell the truth, her health is a source of anxiety at present."


The whole question was speedily settled. Mrs. Atherton clapped
her hands for joy when she heard it announced, and she
promised to forgive her husband any sin for an entire week,
if he could forgive himself.
Mr. Blaisdell came in and talked the matter over, and a
dispatch was sent to Mr. Humphrey in Troy. His wife was
quite ready to leave home at a moment's notice, and it was
determined to start on the second day after the lawn-party,
thus giving our young people an opportunity to see more of
Albany, and Mrs. Hudson time to remove a few important
articles from her trunks, which were to be forwarded to
Tom and Dick were quite wild with joy.
"Only think," said Tom, "we are to travel in style, with
a dining-room and palace-car."
"And these railroad kings are jolly good fellows," said Dick.
"I am so delighted," said Lu. "Why, Grace, you don't seem
to care about this splendid excursion! "
"Yes, I do," said Grace, in her quiet way; "and I mean
to ask for a little note-book on purpose for it. You see mine
has the head-lines all written for the cities and places we
were to see going out, and Niagara was not down."
"Put in a leaf," said Tom.
"I can't," said Grace; "you see Albany has taken up ever
so much room."
The last entry in the little book read as follows:
Albany was once called Beaver Wyck, or Beverwick, also
Williamstadt. but afterward it was named for the Duke of
Albany, who was also James the Second."



"Here is my last item," said Dick, "and it is going into
the Blue Stocking when we get back to Boston."
"The instruments at the Dudley Observatory are considered
the finest in America if not in the world."
"Pooh! I won't put everything down like that," said Tom.
"This is my fashion:
"Canals at Albany big thing; great basin; pier eighty feet
wide, four thousand three hundred feet long; water-works cost
one million; iron-truss railroad-bridge toney affair."
"Now you see I can make up a story out of the facts,"
said Tom.
"If mamma sees your note-book, you will hear something
about slang," said Grace.
"I don't see any slang there," said Tom, looking over the
written words. Toney isn't slang; it means nice, great, or
"Then why don't you say nice, great, or fine ?" asked Lu.
"Because toney sounds better, and has more snap," said Tom.
It was a pleasant morning when the special cars containing
our friends rolled out of the station at Albany amid the
cheers and good-bys of friends who came down to see
them off.
Mr. and .Mrs. Humphrey brought with them little Van, their
youngest child, who was named for Mr. Van Zandt, and the
entire party of ladies and gentlemen did their best to spoil
him. Van was a sturdy, manly little shaver, and extremely
anxious to be a man. He insisted on sitting alone with his
big dog Bounce; and even Mrs. Atherton could not coax him
into her lap.


"No, fank you; please I is a big man like papa," said he,
and the little independent darling sat alone until his eyes
grew heavy, and tLe
curly head drooped;
then his mamma cud-
dled him down upon
SAii the cushion, and Bounce
watched over his slum-
At Buffalo we will
take the Niagara Falls
l Branch of our road, the
Erie," said Mr. Van
i Zandt, "and then, boys
and girls, you are four
hundred and twenty-
three miles from New
York city, and you
will see a perfect spi-
der's web *of railroads.
A BTG AN LTKE PAPA. Humphrey was born in
Buffalo, and he must give you some facts for those note-books
which I see you are very faithful to."
"Bless my heart! said portly Mr. Humphrey, "I am the
worst man in the world for historical facts; ask me about
rolling stock, or railroad bonds, and I am your man."
",No; don't ask him one question," said Mrs. Humphrey,
laughing. "He even called our beautiful church The Broad

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