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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/28975-8.txt b/28975-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c550d51 --- /dev/null +++ b/28975-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2783 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, June 1, 1880, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, June 1, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: May 26, 2009 [EBook #28975] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JUNE 1, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 31. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, June 1, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 per +Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: THE MORAL PIRATES EXAMINE THEIR CRAFT.] + +THE MORAL PIRATES. + +BY WM. L. ALDEN. + + +CHAPTER I. + +"The truth is, John," said Mr. Wilson to his brother, "I am troubled +about my boy. Here it is the first of July, and he can't go back to +school until the middle of September. He will be idle all that time, and +I'm afraid he'll get into mischief. Now the other day I found him +reading a wretched story about pirates. Why should a son of mine care to +read about pirates?" + +"Because he's a boy. All boys like piratical stories. I know, when I was +a boy, I thought that if I could be either a pirate or a stage-driver I +should be perfectly happy. Of course you don't want Harry to read +rubbish; but it doesn't follow, because a boy reads stories about +piracy, that he wants to commit murder and robbery. I didn't want to +kill anybody: I wanted to be a moral and benevolent pirate. But here +comes Harry across the lawn. What will you give me if I will find +something for him to do this summer that will make him forget all about +piracy?" + +"I only wish you would. Tell me what your plan is." + +"Come here a minute, Harry," said Uncle John. "Now own up: do you like +books about pirates?" + +"Well, yes, uncle, I do." + +"So did I when I was your age. I thought it would be the best fun in the +world to be a Red Revenger of the Seas." + +"Wouldn't it, though!" exclaimed Harry. "I don't mean it would be fun +to kill people, and to steal watches, but to have a schooner of your +own, and go cruising everywhere, and have storms and--and--hurricanes, +you know." + +"Why shouldn't you do it this summer?" asked Uncle John. "If you want to +cruise in a craft of your own, you shall do it; that is, if your father +doesn't object. A schooner would be a little too big for a boy of +thirteen, but you and two or three other fellows might make a splendid +cruise in a row-boat. You could have a mast and sail, and you could take +provisions and things, and cruise from Harlem all the way up into the +lakes in the Northern woods. It would be all the same as piracy, except +that you would not be committing crimes, and making innocent people +wretched." + +"Uncle John, it would be just gorgeous! We'd have a gun, and a lot of +fishing-lines, and we could live on fish and bears. There's bears in the +woods, you know." + +"You won't find many bears, I'm afraid; but you would have to take a +gun, and you might possibly find a wild-cat or two. Who is there that +would go with you?" + +"Oh, there's Tom Schuyler, and Joe and Jim Sharpe; and there's Sam +McGrath--though he'd be quarrelling all the time. Maybe Charley Smith's +father would let him go. He is a first-rate fellow. You'd ought to see +him play base-ball once!" + +"Three boys besides yourself would be enough. If you have too many, +there will be too much risk of quarrelling. There is one thing you must +be sure of--no boy must go who can't swim." + +"Oh, all the fellows can swim, except Bill Town. He was pretty near +drowned last summer. He'd been bragging about what a stunning swimmer he +was, and the boys believed him; so one day one of the fellows shoved him +off the float, where we go in swimming at our school, and he thought he +was dead for sure. The water was only up to his neck, but he couldn't +swim a stroke." + +"Well, if you can get three good fellows to go with you--boys that you +know are not young scamps, but are the kind of boys that your father +would be willing to have you associate with--I'll give you a boat and a +tent, and you shall have a better cruise than any pirate ever had; for +no real pirate ever found any fun in being a thief and a murderer. You +go and see Tom and the Sharpe boys, and tell them about it. I'll see +about the boat as soon as you have chosen your crew." + +"You are quite sure that your plan is a good one?" asked Mr. Wilson, as +the boy vanished, with sparkling eyes, to search for his comrades. +"Isn't it very risky to let the boys go off by themselves in a boat? +Won't they get drowned?" + +"There is always more or less danger in boating," replied Uncle John; +"but the boys can swim; and they can not learn prudence and +self-reliance without running some risks. Yes, it is a good plan, I am +sure. It will give them plenty of exercise in the open air, and will +teach them to like manly, honest sports. You see that the reason Harry +likes piratical stories is his natural love of adventure. I venture to +predict that if their cruise turns out well, those four boys will think +stories of pirates are stupid as well as silly." + +So the matter was decided. Harry found that Tom Schuyler and the Sharpe +boys were delighted with the plan, and Uncle John soon obtained the +consent of Mr. Schuyler and Mr. Sharpe. The boys immediately began to +make preparations for the cruise; and Uncle John bought a row-boat, and +employed a boat-builder to make such alterations as were necessary to +fit it for service. + +The boat was what is called a Whitehall row-boat. She was seventeen feet +long, and rowed very easily, and she carried a small mast with a +spritsail. By Uncle John's orders an air-tight box, made of tin, was +fitted into each end of the boat, so that, even if she were to be filled +with water, the air in the tin boxes would float her. She was painted +white outside, with a narrow blue streak, and dark brown inside. Harry +named her the _Whitewing_; and his mother made a beautiful silk signal +for her, which was to be carried at the sprit when under sail, and on a +small staff at the bow of the boat at other times. For oars there were +two pairs of light seven-foot sculls, and a pair of ten-foot oars, each +of which was to be pulled by a single boy. The rudder was fitted with a +yoke and a pair of lines, and the sail was of new and very light canvas. +On one side of the boat was a little locker, made to hold a gun; and on +the other side were places for fishing-rods and fishing-tackle. When she +was brought around to Harlem, and Harry saw her for the first time, he +was so overjoyed that he turned two or three hand-springs, bringing up +during the last one against a post--an exploit which nearly broke his +shin, and induced his uncle to remark that he would never rise to +distinction as a Moral Pirate unless he could give up turning +hand-springs while on duty. + +Harry could row very fairly, for he belonged to a boat club at school. +It was not very much of a club; but then the club boat was not very much +of a boat, being a small, flat-bottomed skiff, which leaked so badly +that she could not be kept afloat unless one boy kept constantly at work +bailing. However, Harry learned to row in her, and he now found this +knowledge very useful. He was anxious to start on the cruise +immediately, but his uncle insisted that the crew must first be trained. +"I must teach you to sail, and you must teach your crew to row," said +Uncle John. "The Department will never consent to let a boat go on a +cruise unless her commander and her crew know their duty." + +"What's the Department?" asked Harry. + +"The Navy Department in the United States service has the whole charge +of the navy, and sends vessels where it pleases. Now I consider that I +represent a Department of Moral Piracy, and I therefore superintend the +fitting out of the _Whitewing_. You can't expect moral piracy to +flourish unless you respect the Department, and obey its orders." + +"All right, uncle," replied Harry. "Of course the Department furnishes +stores and everything else for a cruise, doesn't it?" + +"I suppose it must," said his uncle, laughing. "I didn't think of that +when I proposed to become a Department." + +The boys met every day at Harlem, and practiced rowing. Uncle John +taught them how to sail the boat, by letting them take her out under +sail when there was very little breeze, while he kept close alongside in +another boat very much like the _Whitewing_. Harry sat in the +stern-sheets, holding the yoke lines. Tom Schuyler, who was fourteen +years old, and a boy of more than usual prudence, sat on the nearest +thwart, and held the sheet, which passed under a cleat without being +made fast to it, in his hand. Next came Jim Sharpe, whose business it +was to unship the mast when the captain should order sail to be taken +in; and on the forward thwart sat Joe Sharpe, who was not quite twelve, +and who kept the boat-hook within reach, so as to use it on coming to +shore. The boys kept the same positions when rowing, Tom Schuyler being +the stroke. Uncle John told them that if every one always had the same +seat, and had a particular duty assigned to him, it would prevent +confusion and dispute, and greatly increase the safety of the vessel and +crew. + +It was not long before Harry could sail the boat nicely, and the others, +by attending closely to Uncle John's lessons, learned almost as much as +their young captain. So far as boat-sailing can be taught in fair +weather, Harry was carefully and thoroughly taught in six or seven +lessons, and could handle the _Whitewing_ beautifully; but the ability +to judge of the weather, to tell when it is going to blow, and how the +wind will probably shift, can, of course, be learned only by actual +experience. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +KENSINGTON CLOVER. + +BY MARCIA D. BRADBURY. + + + Such a hubbub in the meadow! + Such a rustling in the grass! + "I feel injured," sighed the daisy, + "Things have come to such a pass. + To be worked in colored worsted, + Ev'ry shade and line complete, + Isn't very compliment'ry + To a stylish marguérite." + + "One might call it," said the poppy, + In a tone of sleepy fun, + "Flowers raised by _crewel_ culture-- + Only, please, excuse the pun." + "Oh, don't joke on such a subject," + Said an innocent, rather low, + While from sev'ral other quarters + Came a disapproving "No." + + "Really," laughed a sweet red clover, + "I flushed up quite nervously + When I saw a head on canvas + So exceedingly like me. + If the honey-bee had been there, + He'd have buzzed about that leaf. + Ah! I only wish he had been; + 'Twould have served him right--the thief!" + + Suddenly through all this chatter + Came a voice, like music's flow, + From a little yellow violet + Growing in the marsh below. + All the flowers nodded silence + As she said--a little pause-- + "What a foolish fuss, my field-mates, + You have made with no real cause! + + "Are they fragrant? Can you smell them? + Though they are so bright and fair, + Do the breezes, when they touch them, + Carry incense on the air? + When they fade, will hidden blossoms + Take the places of those dead? + Shooting stems and growing leaflets + Crown the drooping plant instead?" + And the others, well contented, + When the violet's song was o'er, + Tossed their pretty heads and said they + Wouldn't worry any more. + + + + +A TREE ALBUM. + + +Many of our boys and girls, we venture to say, would like to know how to +make a collection of specimens illustrating the trees of their own +neighborhood and of other parts of the country. We hardly need remind +them that the only way to get a complete knowledge and to enjoy the +beauty of natural objects is to examine them closely, and find out all +their little peculiarities. We may take long walks through the groves +and woods, and spend a great deal of time there, and yet when we get +home we may know very little about them. We might remember that we had +seen a great many trees, but not be able to tell of what kinds they +were, how their branches and leaves were shaped, how tall they were, or +anything about them. + +Now such knowledge is very pleasant to have, and will afford a great +deal of pure enjoyment. The more we know about the beautiful trees, the +more we will value them, and find entertainment in admiring them. + +It is a good plan to bring home from our rambles small portions of them, +so that we can examine them minutely at our leisure. The bark, the +leaves, and the blossoms are the most important; they are what we look +at to recognize a tree, and we should have specimens of each. The first +necessary step is to find some way of arranging and preserving them. A +good method is to get some pasteboard or stout paper, and cut it into +sheets of convenient size--say eight inches long and five wide. Then a +box will be needed to keep them in, so that they will not get lost or +soiled. Give one sheet to each tree, and upon it paste a piece of the +bark, a leaf, and a blossom. The bark should not be taken from the tree +where it is too coarse and clumsy, but where it is nearly smooth and +perfect, and gives the best idea of the tree; nor should too thin a +piece be taken, as when it gets dry it may wrinkle up and crumble to +pieces. It may be well to take off with the bark a thin layer of the +wood to stiffen it and keep it smooth. A piece of bark about three +inches long and two wide would be of a good size. + +The blossoms will have to be pressed and dried before they are attached +to the sheet. Take care to lay them so as to show the face and the +inside parts as plainly as possible. It may be well in some cases to +press two or more blossoms, laying them in different positions, so that +every part can be seen. + +The leaves will be easy, as they are mostly flat. If they are small, +several may be taken, or a little twig. If the under side of the leaf is +very different from the upper, or is remarkable for its hairs, or for +any reason, one leaf should be placed with the under side upward. Care +should be taken to do the pasting neatly, so that the sheet will look +pretty, and the parts can be readily examined by the eye alone, or with +a magnifying-glass or microscope, which reveals many interesting facts +that can not be discovered by the eye unassisted. + +In this way the trees can be studied at any time, even in winter, when +the world outside is bare and dreary, and the evenings are long, and +afford fine opportunity for such amusement. And what is more important +still, the sheets prepared as we have shown can be sent through the mail +to distant parts of the land, where the trees displayed on them do not +grow, and are wholly unknown. + +Thus our young readers, scattered over the United States and Canada and +elsewhere, can supply each other with specimens, so that each may make +up a collection from the trees growing over a very wide area. + +Most trees are very long lived, and some are still living that are known +to be hundreds of years old. Certain kinds of wood, too, seem almost +incapable of decay if protected from the weather. + +Probably the oldest timber in the world which has been used by man is +that found in the ancient temples of Egypt, in connection with the +stone-work, which is known to be at least four thousand years old. This, +the only wood used in the construction of the temple, is in the form of +ties, holding the end of one stone to another. When two blocks were laid +in place, an excavation about an inch deep was made in each block, into +which a tie shaped like an hour-glass was driven. + +The ties appear to have been of the tamarisk or shittim wood, of which +the ark was constructed--a sacred tree in ancient Egypt, and now very +rarely found in the valley of the Nile. The dovetailed ties are just as +sound now as on the day of their insertion. Although fuel is extremely +scarce in the country, these bits of wood are not large enough to make +it an object with the Arabs to heave off layer after layer to obtain +them. Had they been of bronze, half the old temples would have been +destroyed years ago. + +If those among our young friends who are alive to the charms of nature +will arrange some specimens of trees on the plan we have explained, and +label the sheets with the common names of the trees, and the scientific +names also, if they can find them out from their parents, we will be +glad to hear from them, and will publish their letters in the +Post-office Box, so that they can make exchanges with each other. + +Very little folks, who may find it too hard to get the bark and the +blossoms, can begin by making collections simply of the leaves. Be +careful to cut the sheets exactly of the size we have mentioned, so +that when laid together they will make a nice even pile like a book. +And, remember, don't send them to us; only write, and let the +Post-office Box know when you have them ready for exchange. We will +publish the fact in the YOUNG PEOPLE, so that you can send the specimens +to each other, and make up the collections among yourselves. + + + + +[Begun in No. 19 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 9.] + +ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE. + +A True Story. + +BY J. O. DAVIDSON. + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +FRANK GETS PROMOTED. + +[Illustration: A CLIPPER-SHIP LOADING WITH TEA AT HONG-KONG.] + +Frank Austin's duties as supercargo were soon over, and he decided to go +ashore and look about him. The moment he was seen looking over the side, +a clamor arose from the Chinese boats around the steamer, which reminded +him of the chorus of monkeys and parrots at Gibraltar. + +"Good boatee, my--no upset!" + +"Fast sampan--no can catchee!" + +"He good, my better!" + +"Come see--here allee best sampan!" + +Frank was confounded by the uproar, and not less so by observing that +all the boatmen, and boat-women too (for there were plenty of the +latter), seemed to be exactly alike, so that if he picked one, and +happened to lose him, it would be no joke to find him again. As he stood +hesitating, a good-looking Chinese girl hailed him from a neat little +boat with a staring red eye painted on side of its bow. + +"Hi! say! My namee Whampoa Sam; washee, keepee state-loom, row boat, can +do all for two bob [fifty cents]. Come tly!" + +Such a list of accomplishments was not to be resisted, and Austin at +once took his seat under the stern awning. The young woman spread her +sail, and turned the boat shoreward, steering it with an immense oar. + +Away they went, past huge high-pooped junks that looked like monster +rocking-chairs; past stately English steamers, beside which the little +painted sampans seemed mere toys; past big clumsy rice barges, and trim +gigs pulled by sturdy Western sailors. While threading her way through +this maze of shipping as dexterously as any seaman, the girl found time +to answer Frank's eager questions upon all that he saw, down to the +staring eyes on the bow of her boat, which, as she explained, were meant +to "help boatee see go straight, allee same man's eye." The mystery of +her masculine name, which had puzzled Austin not a little, was also +cleared up. + +"My Whampoa Sam _wife_; Sam up Canton side now--can catchee more piecee +dollar there. My row boatee till come back. Work boatee, my, allee same +man. Choy! you no b'lieve? Bime-by pickaninny Sam row boatee too, muchee +ploper. Look see!" + +[Illustration: LITTLE WHAMPOA STEERS THE BOAT TO SHORE.] + +She pushed aside a plank, and hauled out of a box underneath it a little +round-faced "four-year-old," so like a big doll that Frank almost took +him for one, till he saw the child grasp the steering oar in his little +pudgy hands, and actually steer the boat to shore. + +"Well," thought our hero, "the Chinese may well be good boatmen, if they +begin as early as that." + +But he afterward learned that on the great Chinese rivers thousands of +families live altogether in boats, each of which has an allotted place +of its own. In Canton alone these floating streets have a population of +300,000, and it is common to see two-year-old children toddling about +with small wooden buoys on their backs, fixed there by their careful +mothers in case they should fall overboard, which they do, on an +average, three or four times a day. + +For several hundred feet around the great stone quay extended a perfect +army of Chinese boats, clustering together like bees; but Mrs. Sam soon +made her way through them, and Austin leaped ashore. He had hardly done +so when a crowd of sturdy natives surrounded him, with ear-piercing +screams, asking if he wished to "ride in chair." This being a new idea, +he accepted at once, and presently found himself being carried off in a +sedan-chair by four sinewy fellows, who went at a long swinging trot, +like the "palanquin hamals" of British India. + +[Illustration: STREET OF STAIRS, HONG-KONG.] + +Six more runners were speedily added, for the way now led up a street +made entirely of stairs, like the "Hundred-and-one Steps" at +Constantinople. Then out into the open country, and away toward the +summit of Victoria Peak. Up, up, they went, poor Frank getting so bumped +about that he was sorely tempted to get out and walk; but he reached the +top at last, and saw the whole town, the harbor, and miles upon miles of +the inland country out-spread below him like a map. The trip, when paid +for, proved wonderfully cheap, though the reason given for this made +Frank feel rather "cheap" himself: + +"Large piecee man, two bob; small piecee man, _like you_, one bob. All +right--chin-chin!" + +During his rambles through the town Austin saw many curious sights. He +was shown through a native bank, where three Chinese "tellers" were +standing ankle-deep in gold, and counting so rapidly that the ring of +the coins sounded like one continuous chime. In another place a house +was being built _from the roof downward_, and he was told that "rain +come, walls muchee hurt, so put up roof first!" + +Having now reached the farthest point of his voyage, Frank began to +think about getting home again, and finding that all who had shipped on +the _Arizona_ were entitled, by the terms of their agreement, to a free +passage in the next homeward-bound steamer, he went down to the +company's office to get his ticket. + +As he passed the open window a familiar voice from within caught his +ear. It was that of his Captain, who was having a talk with the +company's agent. + +"I really don't know whom to send with this cargo," said the agent. "It +_must_ go in a day or two, and none of my clerks can be spared. Do _you_ +know of anybody, Gray?" + +"Well, there's a young fellow who came out with me, that might do. He's +rather young, certainly, but I put him in charge at Singapore, and he +did very well. Hello! there he is. Austin!" + +Frank entered, cap in hand. + +"My lad," said the Captain, "we're sending a cargo of tin and opium to +Canton, and you might take it up, unless you'd rather go home." + +"I _was_ thinking of going, sir," said Austin; "but if you have anything +for me to do till I can get letters from home, I shall be very glad to +do it." + +"All right, my boy. Just look in here to-morrow morning, and we'll +arrange it." + +The next morning, sure enough, Frank received his appointment, and set +sail up the river for Canton a few days later, with a handful of the +_Arizona's_ picked men for his crew, and old Herrick as his second in +command--the latter remarking, with a grin, that "'twarn't a bad start +for a youngster to begin his first v'y'ge as coal-heaver, and end it as +Cap'n." + + * * * * * + +Our hero's farther adventures in China--how he succeeded so well with +his first cargo as to be at once intrusted with a second--how he +received letters from home, reporting all well--how he studied the ins +and outs of the "up-country" trade, and the ways of the Chinese, finding +both very different from what he had imagined--and how he soon got a +good appointment in the office, which he held for several years--would +make too long a story to be told here. But he always bore in mind the +last words of old Herrick, which were: + +"Frank, my son, next time you meet a young feller wantin' to run away to +sea, jist you tell him you've tried it yourself, and 'tain't so nice as +it looks. If a lad goes to sea 'cause he's fit for it, and ain't 'fraid +o' _hard work_, well and good; but if he goes 'cause he's quarrelled +with his bread and butter, all along o' stuffin' his head with dime +novels and sich like rubbish, I guess he'll end where you began--in the +coal-hole. Now don't you forget them words o' mine." And Frank never +did. + +THE END. + + + + +SETTING THE BROOK TO WORK. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +The brook had never done a stroke of work in its life. So long, at +least, as Mart Benson could remember, it had gurgled across the foot of +his father's garden, tumbling heels over head down the little fall in +the middle, as if it knew it had got into some place that didn't belong +to it, and was in a desperate hurry to get out. + +Then it made a dive under the fence, into Squire Spencer's orchard, and +then under another fence, and through a low stone archway across the +river road. + +That was the end of the brook, for the river let it right in without so +much as saying, "How do you do?" + +"It isn't more'n two feet across anywhere," said Mart to himself. "It +isn't so much as that just above the fall, and it's a foot and a half +below the top of the bank. I could make a dam there, and a flume." + +Mart was a great whittler. + +Mr. Jellicombe, the carpenter, used to say of him that when he wasn't +whittling, it was because he had had to stop to sharpen his knife. + +"Well," said Mart, in reply to that, "what's the fun of whittling with a +dull knife? If you want a knife to cut straight and smooth, you've got +to have an edge on it." + +So there was always a pretty good edge on his, and it was curious what +things he managed to carve out with it. + +He had made a wooden chain out of a long square stick that Mr. +Jellicombe brought to the house to mend a door frame with. He had made +kites, walking-sticks, bats, wooden spoons and forks, a little wagon, +and any number of other things, of which about all that could be said +was that they gave him plenty of good whittling. + +But Mart had been to the mill the day before, and had waited there two +hours while his father was having a grist of corn ground. All those two +hours had been spent by Mart with a shingle in one hand and his knife in +the other, but at the end of them there was hardly a notch in the +shingle, and Mart shut up his knife, and put it back in his pocket. + +He had been watching the great water-wheel and the flume that brought +the water to it from the pond. He had studied the dam, too, and had been +thinking of the brook in his father's garden. + +The more he looked at it now, the clearer he saw that it was high time +for that brook to be doing something. + +It was easy enough to gather flat stones and pile them in at the narrow +place at the top of the fall. That was little more than a foot high, to +be sure, but the dam would more than double it. + +Then he begged a couple of old raisin boxes at the store where his +father traded, and when the ends were knocked out of them, and they were +firmly set in the top of the little dam, one behind the other, they made +a good enough flume. The end of the foremost one stuck out beyond the +stones, and the water came pouring from it beautifully. + +It took all the rest of that day for Mart to get the brook penned in and +compelled to run through the raisin boxes, for he had to keep on putting +stones and sods and dirt behind the dam to strengthen it, as the water +rose higher and higher. It would not do to make a pond of the garden, +but so long as the brook did not overflow its banks it would do no harm. +Sometimes it had run over in the spring, or after very heavy +rain-storms. + +The next day Mart hardly went near his new dam, and he was a very +serious and busy boy indeed, considering that he was only thirteen. + +A piece of wood had to be found first two and a half inches square, and +about a foot and a half long. It took a great deal of work to shave down +the four corners of that piece of wood till it had eight smooth sides +all just alike. Then Mart was compelled to go over to Jellicombe's +carpenter shop and put his piece of wood in a vise, so it would be held +steady, while he took a saw and sawed a long groove, more than half an +inch deep, in the middle of each one of those eight faces. Jellicombe +told him he had done that job very well. + +"Looks like a hub for something. Going to make a wheel this time?" + +"I'll show you. May I take your inch auger and bore a hole in each end?" + +"Go ahead. If you ain't kerful, you'll split yer timber." + +Mart was careful then, but he had trouble before him. He had picked out +a number of very straight shingles, and he was whittling away on these +now as if he was being paid for it. He cut them down to six inches long, +and shaved them at the sides, so that two pieces laid together were just +a foot wide. With a little more whittling after that he fitted them all, +one by one, into the eight grooves in his "hub," and his "water-wheel" +was done. A proud boy was Mart, but he ought to have kept on being +"careful." + +"Look out!" said Mr. Jellicombe, as Mart rapped hard on one of the +shingle pieces, to drive it in more firmly; but it was too late. + +"Crack!" the hub was split from end to end. + +"Got to go to work and make a new one," said Mart, ruefully. + +"Guess I wouldn't. Just take a couple of two-inch screws, and screw that +together again. It'll be stronger'n it was before." + +That was a capital idea, and it only took a few minutes; to carry it +into effect. + +"Make your end pins of hard wood," said Mr. Jellicombe; "and shave 'em +smooth. Then they'll run easy."' + +That was easy enough, but one of those "endpins" was made of an old +broom handle, and was more than a foot long. + +"I see what you're up to," said the carpenter, with a grin. "You've made +a right down good job of it, too. Grease your journals before you let +'em get wet." + +Mart's "journals" for his end pins to run in were two holes he bored in +a couple of boards. When these were stuck up on each side of the lower +end of his flume, and the water-wheel was set in its place, Mart took +off his hat and shouted, + +"Hurrah! the brook's at work!" + +So it was, for it was rushing fiercely through the two old raisin boxes, +and down upon the wide "paddles" of Mart's wheel, and this was spinning +around at a tremendous rate. + +"You've done it!" + +"Is that you, Mr. Jellicombe? I didn't know you'd come." + +"You've done it. Now what?" + +"Why, I'm going to put another wheel on this long end pin, and set +another one above it, and put a strap over both of them." + +"Oh, that's it. Going to make a pulley and band. All right. It'll run. +There's plenty of water-power. But what then? Going to build a mill?" + +"Guess not. All I care for is, I've set the brook to work." + +"Why don't you make it do something, then, now you've found out how?" + +"Don't know of anything small enough for a brook like that." + +"I'll tell you, then. There's your mother's big churn, that goes with a +crank. You whittle out a wheel twice as large as that, and set it a +little stronger, and raise your dam a few inches, and you can run that +churn." + +"Hurrah! I'll do it!" + +There was a good deal of busy whittling before Mart finished that second +job, but before two weeks were over there was butter on Mrs. Benson's +dinner table which had actually been churned by the brook at the bottom +of the garden. + + + + +HOW THE SECRET WAS STOLEN. + + +Benjamin Huntsman, a native of Lincolnshire, England, was the inventor +of cast steel. The discovery was kept a great secret, and as the success +it obtained was very great, many efforts were made to find out how it +was prepared. + +One cold winter's night, while the snow was falling in heavy flakes, and +Huntsman's manufactory threw its red glare of light over the +neighborhood, a person of the most abject appearance presented himself +at the entrance, praying for permission to share the warmth and shelter +which it afforded. The humane workmen found the appeal irresistible, and +the apparent beggar was permitted to take up his quarters in a warm +corner of the building. + +A careful scrutiny would have discovered little real sleep in the +drowsiness that seemed to overtake the stranger; for he eagerly watched +every movement of the workmen while they went through the operations of +the newly discovered process. + +He observed, first of all, that bars of blistered steel were broken into +small pieces, two or three inches in length, and placed in crucibles of +fire-clay. When nearly full, a little green glass, broken into small +fragments, was spread over the top, and the whole covered with a closely +fitting cover. The crucibles were then placed in a furnace, and after a +lapse of from three to four hours, during which the crucibles were +examined from time to time, to see that the metal was thoroughly melted, +the workmen lifted the crucible from its place on the furnace by means +of tongs, and its molten contents, blazing, sparkling, and spurting, +were poured into a mould of cast iron. When cool, the mould was +unscrewed, and a bar of cast steel was presented. + +The uninvited spectator of these operations effected his escape without +detection, and before many months had passed the Huntsman manufactory +was not the only one where cast steel was produced. + + + + +A JOLLY DAY IN THE PARK. + +BY F. E. FRYATT. + + +"Hip, hip, hurrah! to-morrow's my birthday, Miss Eleanor," shouted Harry +Lewis, bursting into my garden like a young hurricane. "Cousin Jack's +coming over from New York, Nell's got a holiday, and father says if +you'll decide and go with us, we may have a jollification somewhere." + +"How delightful! Of course I'll go, with the greatest pleasure. Suppose +we choose Prospect Park?" + +"Capital! Miss Eleanor, good-by; excuse haste. I'm off to tell Nell, and +hurry mother with the birthday cake and the fixin's." + +Old Prob predicted fair weather, and he was as good as his word, for the +sun shone in the bluest of skies, and the morning was fresh and breezy, +when Nell and I stepped into an open car, followed by Harry, Jack, and +the family lunch basket. + +Every one looked happy, and even the car horses trotted briskly along +the broad avenue to the Plaza as if they knew we were anxious to be +there. + +Arrived at the Park, the two boys put their wise heads together, and +gallantly agreed that I should be captain of the party, a decision they +shortly after announced in an important manner. + +"Follow your leader, then," said I, helping Nell into one of the large +phaetons standing near the entrance. + +"All right," responded Harry, as the whip cracked, and away dashed the +horses in fine style. + +Now we swept past velvety fields and wood-crowned hills; now we rolled +softly under arches of tremulous green; then through miniature valleys +between blossoming heights; now through shadowy forests, and away again +beside open meadows. + +"How lovely!" cried Nell, rapturously, as one moment we caught the +glitter of a distant lake, the next the twinkle of a reedy pool overhung +with hazel and alder bushes. + +Even the boys were stirred to delight, when, crossing a rustic bridge, +they could look down and see a dashing cascade tumble and foam over +mossy precipices, till it reached a stony basin below, where it lay +golden and clear as a topaz. + +On and on we sped, past new wonders of blossoming groves and ferny +hollows, to the end of our ride. + +Which way to turn, after we left our basket at the Lodge, we knew not. +Labyrinthine walks met us in every direction, leading to bowers and +dells and wildernesses innumerable. + +"Let us take the nearest," said I; and away we went, tripping it gayly, +till the path ended unexpectedly at the loveliest bower imaginable, all +hidden with clambering vines and shrubbery, from which peeped out a +thatched roof, with two odd little peaks, surrounded by bird-houses. + +Past its pretty arches, as we sat on the rustic seats, we could look +upon acres of velvety meadow, dotted with wild flowers, and gay with +groups of pleasure-seekers. + +Near by, Madam Nurse trundled Miss Baby; yonder, a company of girls +played at "bean bags"; further on, the croquet-players were busy with +mallets and balls; while passing to and fro were troops of +school-children making the most of their weekly holiday. + +"Listen!" cried Nell, suddenly, as sounds of music were borne to us on +the breeze. + +"It's 'Nancy Lee'; go for it!" shouted Harry, leaping over the railing, +and darting across the meadow. + +"Come on; follow the sound, girls," cried Jack, bounding after him. + +Nell and I take the path sedately, "hastening slowly," for we can not +help stopping to listen to the soft twitter of the birds, to admire the +golden laburnums; we even wait to let a sparrow hop leisurely down the +walk before us. + +We have had time to spare, for when we arrive in sight of the +"merry-go-round" in its pretty pavilion, the musical history of Nancy +Lee is still being repeated. + +But a pretty vision greets us. Whirl, whirl, whirl, flies a magic ring +of boys and girls, with their fluttering ribbons, bright eyes, and +tossing curls. + +Click, click, clash a score of shining blades, as the eager riders, with +parted lips, lean forward and try to pick off the rings from a +projecting bar. + +Now the music begins to die away; the circle moves slower, and slower, +and slower. + +"Count your rings!" shouts the man in charge. "The biggest number wins +the free ride." + +"Sixteen, eighteen, twenty," calls out Harry, triumphantly, adding, as +he spies Nellie, "There's my sister; give her a ride." + +Nothing loath, Nell is strapped on a gray pony, and waits impatiently +for the music. The seats fill, the organ sounds forth, "I'm called +Little Buttercup," and away they float as light as feathers. + +"It is well they're so merry," groans the poor horse beneath them in the +cellar, as he treads his weary beat; "they'd find it a sad-go-round if +we changed places." + +The noon hour strikes; the merry-go-round man is mortal, and wants his +dinner, which reminds us that it is time to send for the lunch basket. + +Choosing a lovely spot under a spreading elm in the meadow, we lay the +cloth, set out our luncheon, brew a pitcher of fine lemonade, and sit +down, the merriest of merry parties. + +In the midst of our entertainment four uninvited but welcome visitors +make their appearance. Guess who they are. + +A toad came first, and sat blinking at us with the funniest airs +imaginable. Then a robin-redbreast and two sparrows edged their way up +to our table with great caution, winked at us with bright eyes, +concluded we were trustworthy, and ventured to peck at the crumbs we +scattered for them. + +[Illustration: PROSPECT PARK, BROOKLYN.--DRAWN BY L. W. ATWATER.] + +Gathering up the remnants of our feast, we wended our way to a pretty +summer-house overlooking a small lake, in which sported a multitude of +gold-fish, a pair of swans, some geese, and a bevy of ducks with lovely +rings of red, purple, and gold-green feathers about their necks. + +Here Nell and the boys found fine sport throwing crackers into the +water, and watching the ducks and fishes rush for them, but came away in +high disgust because one old drake gave the ducks and fishes hardly any +chance at all, but darted and dived and bobbed about so fast that he +grabbed a dozen pieces to their one. + +"Good-by, old greedy; hope you'll never come up again!" cried Jack, +moving away, as the nimble fellow dove head-first till nothing but his +funny tail flirted above the water. + +A peep at the deer, pony-rides for the boys, and a drive in the +goat-carriage for Nell, varied our ramble to the Aerial Skating Rink, +which we found on the other side of the Park. + +As we came in sight of the elevated square of asphalt pavement, with its +gay cavalcade of skaters flitting to and fro inside the railings, the +boys hurrahed with delight. + +"It's perfectly glorious; let's try it," shouted Harry, bounding down +the hill-side, followed closely by Jack. + +"I could do that too," said Nell, imitating the movements of the +skaters. + +"You shall try," replied I; and a minute later we were inside the +square, bargaining for a lesson on the odd three-wheeled triangular +arrangement, with its horse's head and handled reins. + +"Plant your feet firmly on this brace," said the instructor, showing +Nell the iron bar; "hold the reins well in hand, bend your right knee, +and strike out with your foot as if skating; now your left; and away you +go." + +Sure enough, off shot Nell, managing to keep up a tolerable speed, then +slacking, then increasing, then coming to a dead halt, as Jack, +shouting, "Clear the track!" bore down on her car, almost upsetting it. + +"A miss is as good as a mile," screams Harry, flying by on the other +side, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. + +"Strike out, little girl!" cries a lad, giving Nell's car a push, and +sending her speeding along. In and out, around and about, they fly, like +mimic charioteers, until, fairly exhausted, they are willing to stop, +and go over to the Rotary Yacht, whose snow-white wings are visible from +the hill-top. + +A pleasant walk across the sloping meadow and along by the side of a +small lake brings us to this novel boat, which is merely a great hollow +ring of seats, with oars and rowlocks for calm, and sails for breezy, +weather. + +We step in and sit down; the wind, coming in soft puffs from the south, +sends us floating around and around with a dreamy, restful motion that +our tired little charioteers thoroughly appreciate as they lean back and +trail their hands idly through the cool water. + +"Come, come," said I at last, "wake up for our row on the lake, +sleepers, and then heigho for home and supper!" + +"I was only fooling, Miss Eleanor; I'm fresh as a lark," cried Harry, +leaping nimbly out on the platform. + +"So am I," said Jack, lending a hand to Nellie. + +"The Rotary Yacht will do for a rest, but this is what I call life," +exclaimed Harry, as later he and Jack, with even sweep of the oars, sent +our pretty boat skimming over the waters of the lake. + +Now we sped around curving shores, and past grassy capes; now we skirted +fairy islands and reedy shallows; then under hollow bridges, that gave +back jolly echoes to Nell's laughter and the dip of the oars. + +"Quick, quick--quick, quick," screamed a bevy of ducks, hurrying to +shore, as we rounded a woody bend in the lake, and came upon them with a +rush that sent the water in diamond showers over their backs. + +"Tirra-la, tirra-la," whistled a wood-thrush in the grove; "tirra-la, +tirra-la," answered another. + +"Ah! that's a warning, children; he sings at sunset. See the light +shooting gold green through the trees; that means that our happy day is +over. And there's another sign; look over your right shoulder--the new +moon." + +"Tu-whit, tu-whoo, good-night to you," hooted an owl, as we turned our +boat homeward. + +"Don't be alarmed; we are going," sighed Harry, half sad that the jolly +day at Prospect Park was ended. + + + + +A BATTLE ON THE BUFFALO RANGE. + + +Between the half-breeds who form a large portion of the population of +the settlements of the Northwest, along the Red River of the North, and +their neighbors, the Sioux, exists a bitter enmity. Peace is seldom +declared between them, and when parties of Sioux and half-breeds meet, +bloody battles are the result. + +Although the half-breeds are more civilized than the Indians, and live +in villages, generally near the forts or trading posts, they depend +largely upon buffalo-meat for their winter food, and upon buffalo-robes, +for which the traders give them guns, powder, shot, blankets, tea, +coffee, sugar, and other necessaries and luxuries of their life. To +obtain this meat and these robes they organize grand buffalo hunts every +summer and fall, each of which lasts for several months, and in which +hundreds of men engage. The hunters travel from their homes to the +distant hunting grounds on horseback; but they take with them long +trains of very curious-looking ox-carts, in which the women and +children, who go with their husbands and fathers on these long trips, +ride, and in which the buffalo-meat and hides are carried home. + +The ox-carts, or "Pembina buggies," as they are often called, are very +strong and clumsy, and are made entirely of wood, generally by their +owners. The wooden wheels, turning on the ungreased wooden axles, make +the most horrible creaking and groaning; and when, as is often the case, +several hundred or a thousand of these carts are in one train, the noise +they make can be heard for miles. + +Each cart is drawn by a single ox, attached to the rude shafts by a +simple and home-made harness of rawhide, with the aid of which the +patient beast draws a load of a thousand pounds for hundreds of miles, +at the rate of twenty or thirty miles a day. + +As they approach the buffalo range, where they expect to find their +game, the hunters know that at any moment they may run across hunting +parties of the Sioux, and for them they keep a sharp look-out night and +day. + +Some years ago a brave hunter by the name of Jean Bedell, whose home was +in Pembina, joined one of these great hunting parties, taking with him +his wife and their little child, a baby of but a few months old. The +party to which Jean belonged was so large that they had but little fear +of Indians, and did not guard against being surprised by them as +carefully as usual. + +One morning as the brigade broke camp, and the long line of carts moved +slowly away toward Devil's Lake, which could be seen gleaming in the +distance, and near which the hunters felt sure they would find buffalo, +Jean Bedell found that a portion of his harness had given out, and he +must stay behind and mend it. He had just finished his task, and started +on after the carts, the groaning and screeching of which could still be +heard in the distance, when other and more terrible sounds, borne +clearly to his ear, caused him to come to a sudden halt. + +The sounds that so startled him were quick shots, almost as steady as +volleys of musketry, and the terrible yell with which the Sioux charges +upon his enemy. Far down the valley the hunter could see sharp flashes +of fire pierce the cloud of dust that hung over the train of ox-carts, +and the dark mass of Sioux warriors charging down the hill-side, lashing +their ponies, firing and yelling as they went. + +[Illustration: CUT OFF.--DRAWN BY W. M. CARY.] + +Alone, and cut off from his companions, with his wife and baby to +protect, Jean Bedell had nothing to do but lie down, with his trusty +rifle in hand, powder and bullets by his side, and wait, determined to +sell his life as dearly as possible if worst came to worst. + +For hours the hunter watched the fight, while his wife crouched in the +bottom of the cart, with her baby in her arms. He could see that the +carts had been formed in a semicircle, and from behind them his comrades +withstood charge after charge of the Indians, who would dash up to the +barrier of heavy carts, pour in a volley, and sweep away beyond rifle +range, until their own guns were reloaded. + +At last, late in the afternoon, the battle came to an end. The Indians, +finding it impossible to drive the hunters from behind their barrier, +suddenly withdrew, and taking their dead with them, disappeared over the +hill down which they had dashed in the morning. They might make another +attack, but for the present all was safe, and Jean Bedell might rejoin +his friends. When he reached them, he found that though they were +rejoiced to have driven off the hated Sioux, their joy was mingled with +much sorrow, for there were many dead to be buried, and many wounded to +be cared for. Among the dead were several of the little children, to +whom stray bullets had found their way; and when Jean Bedell and his +wife saw the poor little bodies, they were very thankful that, on +account of a broken harness, their own darling baby had been kept at a +safe distance from the terrible battle. + + + + +[Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 24, April 13.] + +THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON. + +BY EDWARD CARY. + + +CHAPTER VIII. + +I have said that the work which President Washington had to do was quite +new to the country. The people had been used to having all their affairs +attended to in their own States. None of the States was very large. Some +of them were very small, compared with what the States are now, so that +the public men in each were known by a greater part of the people than +they now are. Then distance seemed greater than it does now. It took +nearly as long to go from Boston to New York as it now does to go from +Boston to California; there was no telegraph any more than there were +railways and steam-boats, and news travelled as slowly as men did +themselves. You can see that it was harder for people in Georgia or New +Hampshire to know what was going on in New York than it is now for +people in Oregon or Florida to know what is being done in Washington. +Where there is ignorance there is always more distrust and doubt. Men +found it not easy to give up public business to a Congress, far away, +that they did not know much about. Washington set himself earnestly at +work to try and have things done so carefully, so honestly, and so +wisely, that the people would learn to trust the national government, +and live happily under it. + +The national government had been meant especially to do three things: +First, to raise money and pay the debts of all the States; second, to +see that the country was rightly dealt with by other countries, and that +other countries were justly treated by our own; and third, in a general +way to do for the common good what no one State could do by itself. + +The government has now for nearly a hundred years done this work very +well, and that fact is largely due to the way George Washington began +it. He was President for eight years. + +It would not be easy to tell all the things he did in that time which +have had a good effect ever since, but it will be well to remember a few +of the principal ones. He always insisted on the full and honest payment +of the public debt, that is, of money borrowed by the government to +carry on the war, and so forth. He believed that a nation must keep its +word as much as a man must, if it expects other people to deal fairly +with it. + +In order that the government might pay its debts, it was necessary for +it to get money from the people by taxes, and President Washington +showed very early that no man or set of men were to be allowed to refuse +to pay a fair share of these taxes, as fixed by law. + +The people chose the Congress, and the Congress decided how the taxes +should be paid. When that was done, there must be no further dispute +about paying. If the people did not like the laws Congress made, they +could elect men to Congress who would change the laws, but until the +laws were changed in this way, they must be obeyed. + +A large number of persons in the State of Pennsylvania refused to pay a +tax ordered by Congress, called an excise tax, which was a certain sum +on every barrel of whiskey made in the country. When Washington learned +of this, he sent word to these people that if they did not obey the +laws, he should have to compel them to; and as they took no notice of +this warning, he got together an army of 16,000 men, and sent it into +the State. This soon settled the trouble, and there has never been any +attempt, on a large scale, to resist a tax law in the United States +since then. + +It is easy to see that Washington knew better than to do such a thing by +halves. He sent so large an army that to fight against it was hopeless, +and so there was no fighting. + +It would have been well for the country if this wise example had always +been followed. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE CHILD SINGER. + +BY LAURA FITCH. + + +In a narrow dirty street in the most miserable part of the great city of +London, a group of children were playing beside the gutter. They were +all dirty and ragged, and the faces of many were old and worldly-wise. +One little girl, however, though her dress was as torn and soiled as +that of any of the other dwellers in the filthy street, had a pretty +childish face. She was a bright-looking little one, with matted brown +hair hanging in tangled curls that had never known a brush, and a pair +of sweet dark eyes looking out trustfully into the uninviting world +around her. She stood a little apart from the others, leaning against +the doorway of a rickety tenement-house, humming softly to herself. + +A rough-looking boy in the group by the gutter, hearing her low tones, +called out, "Louder, Nell; sing something." + +The child obeyed; with her hands clasped, and her eyes fastened on the +speck of blue sky to be seen between the roofs of the tall, smoky +houses, she burst into a song. No wonder that the other children stopped +their noisy play, and listened. It was not their ignorance of music that +made the singing seem beautiful to those little street vagabonds. There +was in the clear voice of the child singer a strange, wistful tone, of +which she herself was unconscious, but which held the listener +spell-bound. + +Nell had been born and bred in those low surroundings. She had never +seen the inside of a church, or heard other music than the whining tones +of a street organ, yet there was in her the very soul of music. She +lived in a wretched garret, with a dirty, slouchy woman whom she called +aunt, and loved as only a child or a woman can love one from whom she +receives no sign of affection. Miserable as such a life was, it might +have been worse. + +One day Nell's aunt was brought home on a shutter; she had been run over +by a carriage, and instantly killed. + +Now Nell was indeed destitute; no money, and no friends but her rough +neighbors. But these, though rough, were not hard-hearted; they would +have given her money, but they had none themselves, except what they +earned or stole each day. So they told her, if she wanted her aunt +buried properly, she must go out at night and sing, in which way she +would very likely earn enough, as people would pity so young a child. + +So that night poor little Nell set out on her work of love. She walked +till she reached the broad streets and handsome houses that form the +London which the world knows. Here she sang. In the clear silent night +the childish voice rang out, and the hour and the stillness made its +wistful tones sound wild and weird. Up one street and down another the +little figure went singing, while its heart seemed breaking. A strange +excitement bore her up, and she felt no fatigue. + +Her pathetic appeal was not in vain; it seemed to touch the hearts, and, +what is more difficult, the pockets, of all who heard her. When midnight +came, she thought of stopping only because most of the houses had closed +for the night, and there was little more to be obtained. So she took her +last stand in front of a fine old house in Kensington Square, in whose +windows lights were still burning. It was the home of Barech, the great +musician. As the tones of Nell's voice broke on the stillness of the +night, he paused in the work he was doing, and after a moment rose and +threw open the window. With amazement he saw the little childish figure +standing in the light of the street lamp, and while his artist's ear +drank in the wonderful tones with delight, his fatherly heart filled +with pity for the desolate child. When Nell ceased, he called to her, +and descending, opened the door and took her in. + +From that moment Nell was no longer destitute, no longer friendless. In +Barech she had found a friend who never deserted her. Captivated by her +voice, he took the little waif into his heart and home, and thenceforth +she was protected, cared for, and educated. And he was amply rewarded +when, in after-years, the fame of Helen Barech spread over England. No +one then ever dreamed that the great singer began her career years ago, +one dark night, under the stars, a little outcast singing for money to +bury her dead. + + + + +"HE'S MY FRIEND."--A TRUE STORY. + +BY AUNT FANNY. + + +Charley was the son of a young, rich, and beautiful widow, who lived in +one of the splendid up-town hotels of New York city. His mother was a +very busy woman, for she was a manager of the "Children's Retreat," the +"Children's Relief," the "Old Ladies' Mitigation Society," and ever so +many other charities, and these took up so much of her time that her own +poor little half-orphaned Charley was left pretty much to himself; for +Lizzie, his nurse, spent most of her time laughing and talking with the +other servants. + +So Charley amused himself running up and down the stairs, and taking +trips with the elevator man, who was very fond of the bright little +fellow. + +One day Charley wandered down the wide stairs, and along a corridor or +hall. He was throwing up a little ball and catching it as he went. At +the end of the hall he saw through an open door another flight of +stairs, very narrow, and rather dark. It was the stairs for the +servants' use. + +"Hallo!" cried Charley, "here are some more stairs," and like the +learned monkey that let nothing escape him on his travels, down the +stairs went the boy on a voyage of discovery. + +When he came to the bottom, which was far below the level of the street +outside, he walked along to an open door, and saw something which +dimpled his face all over with smiles; for, standing like a heron on one +leg, leaning against the wall opposite the door, was _another boy_. He +was twirling a little paper windmill fastened to a stick; his great +black eyes were dancing with glee, and as he laughed he showed two rows +of snow-white even teeth. At a stationary wash-tub was a big woman +washing clothes, and singing softly to herself, "'Way down in ole +Virginny." + +Neither of them saw Charley, so, by way of introducing himself, he said, +"Hallo, boy." + +The woman turned quickly round, and exclaimed, "Why, honey, whar did yer +come from?" + +"I came down stairs; may I come in?" asked Charley, adding, quickly, "I +want to play with that boy." + +"Course you can; come right in," said the black woman, for she was +nearly as black as ink, but there was a sweet, honest expression in her +broad face, and a welcoming tone in her voice, which brought Charley +quickly in, with a little laugh, to the side of the other boy. + +And he--oh, how black he was! but as clean and neatly dressed as soap +and water and nice clothes could make him, for Juliet, his mother, loved +her little son, and she took good care that his manners were as nice as +his clothes. He held out his hand to Charley, and, making a queer little +bow, said, "How do you do, sir? I hope you are very well." Then he +twisted one leg tighter than ever round the other, and gave a vigorous +twirl to his paper windmill. + +"Hey! I like that," said Charley. "Let _me_ try to do it." + +"Oh yes," said the other, "but this is the best way--to hold it straight +out, and run fast." + +So Charley took the windmill, and both boys went scampering and +galloping round the room, the windmill flying round famously, until the +boys were quite out of breath. + +"What's your name?" asked Charley, as they were resting together in a +large old rocking-chair. + +"George Washington Johnson. What's _your_ name?"' asked the black boy, +in return, rocking the chair as hard as he could. + +"My name is Charley Lee. I like you. Will you be my friend?" + +"Oh yes; will you be mine?" + +"Yes, and we'll play together every single day." + +Just then Juliet went away with a great basket of clothes, to hang them +up in a room where they were quickly dried by steam; and Charley, taking +George's hand, said, "Come up stairs with me, and take a ride in the +elevator." + +What a blissful invitation for George! They tumbled up stairs in their +delightful hurry, ran through the door into the broad hall, to the +elevator, and the moment it appeared, Charley cried out, + +"Oh, Mike, open the door; George wants to ride up and down with me; +_he's my friend_." + +"Oh, he's your friend, is he?" said Mike, puckering up his eyes at +George Washington; "and a very pretty color he is, too. Well, step in, +Snowball." + +"His name isn't Snowball; it's George Washington," said Charley. + +The elevator man laughed, and the two boys got closer together in a +corner, pretending that it was a balloon, and they were sailing up and +down in the air; and there they sat, in a state of perfect happiness. + +The two boys never quarrelled. George had a sweet disposition, and was +ready to do anything Charley proposed. They loved each other dearly, and +many were the slices of bread and butter, spread thickly over with +molasses, to which the two friends were treated by the good-natured +washer-woman. They never sat down to eat them; oh no! they capered, and +danced, and burst out laughing when they tumbled over a broomstick or a +bench, and seemed to grow rosier and fatter every day. That is, Charley +grew rosier, and George's smooth black skin grew shinier, which was the +same thing--for him. + +The little black boy was often permitted by his mother to go out toward +Fourth Avenue, and run over one of the high arched bridges which covers +the Fourth Avenue Railroad, and he did not think he was doing wrong when +one day he asked Charley to go too. + +"Oh yes, I will," he cried, in a great state of delight. + +As soon as they arrived at the bridge, they began chasing each other +over it; and then Charley said: + +"Oh, George, let's play that we are travellers, hunting for a whale. I +heard my mamma talking about one that was on ex-ex-exedition down by +the river. She said that it was 'most a mile long." + +"Goody!" cried George. "What a mons'ous whale!" + +So the boys ran down the street toward the East River a long, long way, +and presently they got to some rocks, upon the top of which were a +number of miserable wooden houses called shanties. + +Geese, pigs, chickens, and a forlorn, starved-looking dog were poking +about for something to eat. Near by was a great heap of coal ashes. Some +bad-looking boys were raking the ashes up into a sort of mound on top of +the heap; but a moment after, they ran away to see an organ-grinder and +a monkey which had come upon the rocks. Charley and George would have +run too, had not their ears caught the sound of a stifled piteous +mewing, which seemed to issue out of the very middle of the ash heap. + +"What's that?" asked both boys at once. + +"Mew! me--ew!" came again from the ashes. + +"It's a cat!" exclaimed Charley; "and it is inside of those ashes. I do +believe those boys thought it was dead, and buried it. Let's hurry and +dig it out." + +Charley and George worked hard, but they had nothing but their hands to +work with, and they threw the ashes all over their clothes; but the +piteous mewing came quicker and louder, and in a few moments the gray +head of a live kitten popped out of the ashes; then two gray paws, and +soon the whole kitten was liberated. + +"Oh, you poor little thing!" said Charley, trying with soft pats to get +the ashes out of its fur, while George took out of his pocket a queer +little pocket-handkerchief, six inches square, with A B C all round the +edge, and a portrait of his great namesake in the middle, and said, in a +tender tone, "Here, poor kitty, let me wipe your nose; don't cry any +more;" and he wiped it so softly that it really seemed to comfort the +afflicted little creature. + +"Let's run home with it," said Charley. + +"And give it some milk," said George. + +"And wash it clean," said Charley. + +"And dry it in the steam-room," said George. + +No sooner said than done. Charley carried the kitten one block, and then +George the next, and so on in turn, until at last they got back to the +hotel, and rushed down into the laundry, where Juliet was beginning to +feel worried at their long absence. + +"La sakes!" she cried, when she saw the plight they were in, "whar have +you ben gone? Why, you look jes like ole Bobby de ash-man. Whar you get +dat ar cat? Why, George Washington! you's a disgrace to your raisin'! +How you spec' I'se gwine' to make you look genteel if you cum home dat +ar way?" + +"Oh," said George, rolling his eyes at his mother--"oh, we've had such +s'prising 'wenters; we went to see a whale." + +"Whale! is dat what you call a whale?" said Juliet, pointing to the poor +little kitten, which he was hugging tight to his breast. + +Then Charley spoke up, and when Juliet had heard of the "surprising +adventures," she was sorry she had been the least bit cross with the +kind-hearted little fellows. To make up for it, she gave the kitten a +saucer of warm milk, and taking off the soiled clothes of the boys, and +washing their faces and hands, she put two funny little night-gowns upon +them, and popped them into her bed, which was in a little room next to +the laundry. Then she caught up their clothes--for there was no time to +be lost--and popped _them_ into a tub of hot water, with plenty of soap, +and in ten minutes they were just as clean as soap, water, and hard +rubbing could make them. + +Then she wrung them out with a will, shook them out with a flourish, and +running into the steam-room, hung them upon a horse--a clothes-horse, of +course. In ten minutes more they were dry enough to iron, and she +polished them with the hot and heavy irons at such a rate that they +fairly shone, and she shone too. + +When the boys were called, and Juliet put on their clothes again, they +looked cleaner, brighter, and happier than ever. + +The kitten was adopted as a friend too, and had soon shook and licked +itself clean, and it lived a very comfortable life down in the laundry. + +One day, for a wonder, Charley's mother staid at home. She was expecting +a call from her lawyer, Judge Spencer, upon some business. When he came +he had a long talk with Charley. + +Presently Charley said: "I want to tell you something. I've a friend; +his name is George." + +"Only one friend?" asked the Judge, laughing. + +"But he's my 'tic'lar friend," explained Charley. "May I bring him to +see you? He's real nice." + +"Does he live in the hotel?" asked Charley's mother, who had never heard +of him. + +"Oh yes," replied Charley, "and he and I have a _love-aly_ kitten--we +take care of it." + +"Well, bring him in--the kitten too," said the good Judge; "that is, if +your mother consents." + +"Oh, certainly," said Mrs. Lee. + +So Charley rushed down the narrow stairs, and found George playing with +the kitten, and looking as neat and clean as a new pin. + +"Come, George, come up with me to mamma's parlor. Judge Spencer is +there; he wants to see you, and the kitten too." + +They went up stairs, and softly opening the door of the parlor, and +holding George's hand tightly, Charley walked quickly up to the Judge +and said, "Here's my friend; he can't help being black!" + +For one moment astonishment kept Charley's mamma and the Judge silent. +Then the good man held out his hand to the black boy, and taking Charley +on his knee kissed him tenderly. That warm, loving kiss told Charley +that the Judge understood it all. His face grew radiant, his eyes rested +affectionately on his friend, and then he leaned toward George, and put +the beloved kitten in his arms. "You hold it now," he said. + +With a cautionary wave of his hand, the Judge prevented Mrs. Lee from +reproving Charley for his choice of a friend; then he sent them into the +next room, and had a long talk with the widow, the result of which was +that, after inquiring about George, and finding how good his "raisin'" +was, as Juliet called it, Charley was still permitted to play with him. +And to this very day (for all this has happened within a few months) if +you ask Charley Lee who George Washington Johnson is, he will answer at +once, "_He's my friend._" + + + + +[Illustration: THE LITTLE GOSSIPS.--DRAWN BY H. P. WOLCOTT.] + + + + +[Illustration: SUSPENSE.-DRAWN BY J. E. KELLY.] + + + + +THE SOLEMN OLD LADY. + +BY W. L. PETERS. + + + There was once a wee boy + With an excellent face. + Who was seen every Sunday + At church in his place; + And there this wee boy was accustomed to stare + At a solemn old lady with lavender hair, + Who used to sit opposite to him. + + But when the long service + Was over at last, + He would wait at the + Vestibule door till she passed; + And then she would stop on her way from the pew, + And propound a conundrum, which he never knew, + For she asked him the "drift of the sermon." + + By-and-by, when the little boy's + Manhood came round, + The whole world an unanswered + Conundrum he found. + And he can no more answer it now, I declare, + Than he could the old lady with lavender hair, + Who used to sit opposite to him. + +[Illustration: THE WEE BOY IN CHURCH.--DRAWN BY C. A. NORTHAM.] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + + SMITH'S HILL, CALIFORNIA. + + I live on the east branch of Feather River, in California. I go to + school in a school-house made of logs. The scholars are all + Germans and Indians. Swallows generally come here in February, but + this year we did not see any till the 9th of March. I saw a + picture of the snow-flower in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 7. It grows on the + hills near my home, and blooms in June. Lupin and larkspur and + many other flowers also grow here. I am seven years old. + + LOU R. K. + + * * * * * + + DOWNIEVILLE, CALIFORNIA. + + I am twelve years old, and I live in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, + about four thousand feet above the sea-level, with my aunt and + uncle. The snow is two feet and a half deep (April 11), and I can + not look for willow "pussies" myself, but this afternoon my uncle + was out over the snow, and he found some, which I send you. These + are the first I have ever seen. A few days ago there was a flock + of robins in our back yard, and they went skipping and hopping + about quite happy. I have a pigeon, and his name is Bob. When I + hold out my hand to him with wheat in it, he will come and eat, + and when he has eaten all the wheat, he will turn around and fight + me. Can you tell me why the 1st of April is called All-fools' Day? + + MARY A. R. + +The origin of April-fools' Day is unknown. If you have YOUNG PEOPLE No. +18, read the answer to Zella T., in the Post-office Box. + + * * * * * + + COLFAX, CALIFORNIA. + + My uncle subscribed to YOUNG PEOPLE for a New-Year's present to + me, and I do not believe he could have found a paper I would have + liked better if he had hunted all over the United States. But I + can not enjoy it alone, so when I get all through reading it, I + send it to a little friend. I only moved to California eight + months ago. I have twenty-two real dolls, and every one has a + change of under-clothing and several dresses. I have one hundred + and ten paper dolls. They all have names, and a history, which I + know by heart. I send you some pressed California flowers and + fern. I am twelve years old. + + JEANNIE K. P. + + * * * * * + + WOBURN, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I am ten years old. I have no pets now, but I had a Newfoundland + dog named Nero, and a pussy named Major. On the 14th of April I + was in the woods, and I found two buttercups. They were the first + wild flowers I have seen this year. + + CLARENCE E. L. + + * * * * * + + I live in Upper Sandusky, Ohio, on the banks of the Sandusky + River. This is a very historical country. It was named after a + tribe of Indians called the Wyandottes, who burned Colonel + Crawford at the stake on the 11th of June, 1782. In the southern + part of this town is a tree called the "Big Sycamore." It is + sixteen feet in diameter, and about one hundred and fifty feet + high. It has several limbs that are from five to eight feet in + diameter. I have some pet ducks I think a great deal of, and a + sheep named Dick, that follows me everywhere. + + WILLIE B. G. + + * * * * * + + SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. + + We have three little canary-birds. They can feed themselves, and + mamma has put them in another cage. Their names are Yellowtop, + Sport, and Baby. The mother bird has made a new nest, and this + morning she has two eggs in it. If Daisy Balch will softly stroke + her bird through the wires of the cage every evening at dusk, he + will soon allow her to put her finger inside the cage, and will + peck at a little sugar on the end of her finger, and will no doubt + perch on it. All this will need patience. I like the "Tar Baby" + story so much, and "Mother Goose's May Party." + + ETHEL. + + * * * * * + + NIAGARA FALLS, NEW YORK. + + I live on the Niagara River, three miles and a half above the + falls. I go to school at Niagara Falls village, and have walked + nearly all winter in all kinds of weather, although it is nearly + four miles. I have a little wild rabbit--black, white, and brown. + I had two, but the other ran away. We have a white cat and kitten. + The cat came to us nine years ago, when it was a little bit of a + thing. It stands on its hind-legs when it wants something to eat, + and never scratches. We have a water-spaniel named Music. He does + not like to hear any one play the piano in a minor key. + + F. T. + + * * * * * + + NORWICH, CONNECTICUT. + + I am ten years old. I like to read YOUNG PEOPLE. The Post-office + Box letters are nice. Katie R. P. says she collects insects. So + does my papa. He puts lumps of cyanide of potassium, bought at the + druggist's, in a bottle, and mixes plaster of Paris with water + until it is like dough, and then pours it over the potassium. When + it dries, the bottle is ready for use. Five cents' worth lasts a + season, and is cheaper than ether, papa says, and works better. + When the butterflies are dead, he spreads them on a board to dry, + spreading their wings carefully and evenly, and holding them in + place with pins. Papa has butterflies all the way from China. He + has as many as five hundred kinds. He raises them just as people + do chickens, right from the egg. He calls the worms his + pets--great green ones. I get food for them. They eat lots. He + calls worms larvæ, which he says means baby butterflies. + + That butterfly Bessie F. had was the Danais, papa thinks. + Butterflies are all foreigners, and have queer names I don't + understand. The worm of the Danais is found on milkweed, papa + tells me. It does not spin a cocoon, but forms a chrysalis--a + handsome green sack that looks like an ear-drop, with gold and + black spots on it. + + WALTER H. P. + +It is scarcely safe to recommend the handling of cyanide of potassium, +in any form whatever, to our young readers, as it is one of the most +terrible of poisons, and works much mischief and suffering by merely +coming in contact with a slight cut on the finger. + + * * * * * + + GREENSBURG, KENTUCKY. + + I live on the top of a cliff almost two hundred feet high. The + scenery is beautiful. You can see for a distance of twenty miles in + almost every direction. There is an old field on our farm in which + papa thinks the Indians fought a battle, because there are so many + flint arrow-heads there. My brother and I are saving them, because + we like to have them in our room. + + I caught seven woodchucks with my dog. I am fourteen years old, and + own a horse of my own. I bought her about two years ago. I have a + goat that I work in a wagon I made myself. In autumn and winter I + go to school, and in spring and summer I work on the farm, which I + like pretty well. There are several caves on our farm. In one of + them I have been in over a hundred yards. I like to read all of the + letters in YOUNG PEOPLE'S Post-office Department. + + + JOHN H. B. + + * * * * * + + JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY. + + I have been intending to write to the Post-office Box ever since I + began to take YOUNG PEOPLE, which papa gave me for a Christmas + present. I have a pet cat, which I call Fluff, after the kitty I + read about in the Christmas number. My Fluff is very much like + that kitty, only she never went to church in her owner's muff. + + MATTIE J. + + * * * * * + + PONTOTOC, MISSISSIPPI. + + I see most of your little correspondents live in the far North and + West, and I thought you might like to hear from a little Southern + girl, who likes YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I am nine years old. I + have no sister, and but one brother. My papa is a doctor, and is + often from home; so when Buddie and I are at school, mamma is + alone. I love to go to school. I have two cats--Muldrow and + Dumpie. I will write about our beautiful birds next time. + + D. R. H. + + * * * * * + + RIDLEY PARK, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I am trying to collect a cabinet of curiosities, and have quite a + lot of things already. I have pieces of celebrated foreign + buildings, English street-car tickets, Lake George diamonds, the + rattle of a rattle-snake, and other things. + + I think the "Letter from a Land Turtle" is very interesting. I had + a young water turtle that I could cover with a two-cent piece. I + saw a very funny ants' bed the other day. It was an oyster shell, + with the edges all covered with sand, except on one place, where + the ants went in. I think it must have been a very cozy house. + Will you please tell me something about the habits of ants? + + C. B. F. + + * * * * * + + AUBURN, NEW YORK. + + I have no pets, but we have a nice flower garden. One of the boy + correspondents of YOUNG PEOPLE asked if we had ever seen a + tarantula, or California spider. We have one five or six inches + long, preserved in alcohol. My uncle sent it to us from Nevada. He + says the webs are so strong that people use them for thread. + + BERTIE S. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange pressed wild flowers with some little + girl living in the East. I would like some small bouquets for a + scrap-book. We have a great variety of beautiful wild flowers + here. I have one sister and two brothers. My pet is a sheep. She + will leave the herd to come to me. She eats bread, and tobacco + too, when the shepherd gives it to her. Her name is Susie. + + MABEL SHARP, + Buchanan, Fresno County, California. + + * * * * * + + NEW YORK CITY. + + I am a great admirer of Shakspeare. I have just finished reading + _Macbeth_. I have seen Edwin Booth play Hamlet. My mother has read + aloud to me _King Richard III_. and many others of these plays. I + am also very fond of history. I first read _Peter Parley's + Universal History_, next Dickens's _Child's History of England_, + and since many other books of historical tales. I am now reading + Guizot's _Popular History of France_. There are six large volumes, + and I have finished the third volume to-day. + + I think you will be interested to hear about my Bible. It is the + elegant "Illuminated Bible" which was "published by Harper & + Brothers, 82 Cliff Street," just before the fire, which destroyed + all the plates of "sixteen hundred historical engravings." I read + in it every Sunday, and almost every morning. I have read the Old + Testament in course to the end of Chronicles, and I am pretty + familiar with the rest of the Bible. + + I was paralyzed when I was sixteen months old, and have not the + use of my right hand. As yet I can not write well with my left. I + am twelve years old. + + S. CASSIUS E. + + * * * * * + + JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY. + + My sister Gertie and I had each a small turtle. They were kept in + a glass globe in the house all winter, and about a week ago we put + them out in the yard in a large pan. To-day, when I went out to + see them, mine was dead. Can anyone tell me what was the matter + with it? They both had plenty of raw meat and earth-worms. The + water was changed every day, and there were large stones for them + to crawl up upon. We put the other turtle back in the glass globe + in the house. + + MAMIE E. + +Turtles prefer to bury themselves in the mud, and sleep all winter. +Perhaps had you allowed your turtle to follow its natural instincts, it +would not have died. + + * * * * * + + PROVINCETOWN, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I am seven years old. I want to tell all the boys who read YOUNG + PEOPLE that I live where they catch those big whales. My uncle + goes in a vessel after them. He has killed nine this spring. The + largest one was over sixty feet long, and made fifty barrels of + oil. They shoot the whales with a bomb-lance. + + FREDDIE R. A. + + * * * * * + + BENTON, ILLINOIS. + + I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think it is a very interesting paper. I + am living in Benton now, and very soon I will have a little dog, a + lamb, and a pig. Some of you that live up North will think a pig + is a very strange pet; and yet when you think that the pig is + white and clean, then perhaps you would like him better. Perhaps I + shall have a canary-bird and a kitten, but I am not sure. + To-morrow I am going to see somebody weave a carpet. I have to + study history and French every day except Saturday and Sunday. I + like to study them when they are easy enough. + + LILIAN MCD. + + * * * * * + + JANESVILLE, WISCONSIN. + + I found hepaticas on the 7th of April, and anemones a little + later. Violets, shooting-stars, Solomon's-seal, wild geranium, and + jack-in-the-pulpit are in blossom now (May 14), as well as other + wild flowers. I have seen woodpeckers, orioles, lots of robins and + blue jays, brown thrushes, and bluebirds. When I was going out in + the yard this morning I saw several chipmunks. + + ALICE C. L. + + * * * * * + + PROSPERITY, SOUTH CAROLINA. + + I live down in "Dear old South Carolina." We have a nice flower + garden, and there are plenty of flowers in blossom already. It has + been very warm this winter. I did not start to wearing shoes till + nearly Christmas, and I pulled them off again on my birthday, + which was the 4th of March. + + My father is an editor, and we get a great many papers to read. I + am very much interested in "Across the Ocean." I used to live up + in the snow, on the banks of the Potomac. + + J. W. H. + + * * * * * + + BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. + + I live in the city, but I have got some chickens, and am very much + interested in them. I have raised some; but there is an old cat + that has eaten eleven of them, and I can not kill her. I have + pigeons too, and have raised a good many. I read a letter in YOUNG + PEOPLE No. 13 from a little boy who hatched a chicken by putting + the egg in ashes. I wish he would tell me how he kept the egg + warm. + + HENRY W. + + * * * * * + + BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. + + I have tried Nellie H.'s recipe for sugar candy, and I found it + very nice indeed. I intend to try Puss Hunter's recipe for cake, + and I will let her know my success. + + CHRISTABEL V. + + * * * * * + + ELMIRA, NEW YORK. + + Here is a recipe for chocolate caramels for the cooking club: One + cup and a half of sugar; one cup of grated chocolate; one cup of + milk; one cup of molasses; a piece of butter the size of an egg; + one tea-spoonful of vanilla. Let the mixture boil twenty minutes, + and then pour it in buttered tins to cool. + + FANNY S. + + * * * * * + + FORT UNION, NEW MEXICO. + + I am nine years old. I do not go to school, but I study at home, + and I can write pretty well. I tried the recipe that Nellie H. + sent, and it was very nice. I tried it several times. I had a + canary once, but it died, and papa buried it under a tree. + + MARGARET R. MACN. + + * * * * * + +Fannie A. Hartwell and Bertha C. M. send recipes for doll's cup-cake for +Puss Hunter's cooking club, but as they are almost the same as the one +from Bessie L. S., printed in Post-office Box No. 28, we do not repeat +them. The domestic inclinations of these little housekeepers of the +future are very pleasing, and we hope other little girls will send +recipes for the cooking club, which should certainly be encouraged. + + * * * * * + + GENEVA LAKE, WISCONSIN. + + I will be ten years old in July. I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think + there never was such a nice little paper. We have live + cherry-trees, and they are all in bloom (May 7). We live near the + lake, and my little brother and I play on the shore almost every + day. They are launching two large steamers to-day. Papa, mamma, + and I went out fishing not long ago; we did not catch even one + fish, but we enjoyed the sail very much. I am going to the woods + to-morrow, and will send "Wee Tot" some wild flowers. I have a pet + kitty and a little Skye terrier, and every one likes to see them + play together. + + FRANKIE P. + + I am eleven years old. I take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like + the Post-office Box best of all. I have two pet pigeons. They are + very tame, and fly to me when I go out; I never feed them except + out of my hands. I would like to exchange pressed flowers with any + little girl. + + FANNY LAWRENCE, + Dedham, Massachusetts. + + * * * * * + + I have about five hundred specimens and curiosities of different + kinds which I would like to exchange with any correspondents of + YOUNG PEOPLE. I myself have a cabinet of about one thousand + specimens. Letters or packages may be addressed to + + FRANKLIN J. KAUFMAN, + 40 Butternut Street, Syracuse, New York. + + * * * * * + + BUCHANAN, CALIFORNIA. + + I am ten years old. My father takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me, and I + enjoy it very much. I save all my money to buy Du Chaillu's books. + I have three now, and mean to get them all. Will you please tell + me if Du Chaillu is alive yet? I hope he is, and is making some + more books for us boys. I have a pet horned owl. He snaps his bill + and hisses at me. + + EUGENE S. + +Mr. Du Chaillu is alive, and in excellent health. You will be pleased to +know, also, that he is hard at work on new books, which promise to be of +even greater interest than those already published. + + * * * * * + +A. H. ELLARD.--See answer to B., Post-office Box No. 23. + + * * * * * + +S. A. S.--Rabbits eat cabbage, clover, cracker and milk, and almost all +kinds of vegetables, herbage, or grain. Do not give them parsley, as it +is said to be poisonous to them. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +ENIGMA. + + My first is in bloom, but not in fade. + My second is in shadow, but not in shade. + My third is in gloomy, but not in grave. + My fourth is in valiant, but not in brave. + My fifth is in anvil, but not in forge. + My sixth is in chasm, but not in gorge. + My seventh is in tares, but not in weeds. + My whole was a man of noble deeds. + + LOTTIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE. + +A city in Spain. A city in France. A sea of the Eastern Continent +traversed by many ships. In Russia. A famous mountain of Asia Minor. A +city in Belgium. A city in Spain. Centrals read downward spell the name +of a city in Germany. + + C. P. T. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +DIAMOND PUZZLE. + +In combine. A boy's name. Jovial. Barren. In gipsy. + + JOHNNY R. G. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARE. + +First, endure. Second, imagination. Third, precious. Fourth, a title. + + PIERRE. + + * * * * * + +No. 5. + +ENIGMA. + + My first is in rat, but not in mouse. + My second is in pheasant, but not in grouse. + My third is in limp, but not in stiff. + My fourth is in smoke, but not in whiff. + My fifth is in waistcoat, but not in vest. + My sixth is in eager, but not in zest. + My seventh is in high, but not in low. + My whole was a courtier of long ago, + An author who travelled in foreign lands, + And died at last by cruel hands. + + NORTH STAR. + + * * * * * + +No. 6. + +DOUBLE ACROSTIC. + +Silent. A man's name. A beloved relative. An empire. An ancient Greek +author. Answer--Two celebrated authors. + + HARRY M. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 28. + +No. 1. + + L + R I P + L I L A C + P A D + C + +No. 2. + + N ante S + O czako W + R om E + W exfor D + A licant E + Y ucata N + +Norway, Sweden. + +No. 3. + +Cabbage-rose. + +No. 4. + +Make hay while the sun shines. + +No. 5. + +Mayflower. + +No. 6. + +Noon. + + * * * * * + +A Personation, on page 392--Shakspeare. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Samuel H. Manning, Grace N. Whiting, H. E. +Stout, C. W. Lisk, C. Bingham, Adella Titus, Lottie Noble, N. E. +Portlock, Howard E. Meiller, W. T. Sears, Dotty Seaman, Josie L. Moore, +G. C. Meyer, Charlie Stewart, Lena B. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Spier, Cora Frost, +Paul Beardsley, J. R. Blake, William and Mary Tiddy, Edward May, Willie +Draper, John McClintock, Bennie Lynch, Eva L. Pearson, George W. +Hambridge, J. S. Peabody, Willie F. Dix, Eddie A. Leet, Mattie Jameson, +C. 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Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces; +charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling +pictures.--_Churchman_, N. Y. + +The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever +seen.--_New Bedford Mercury._ + +This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for +boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. 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Illustrated. 2 vols., 18mo, + Cloth, $1.50. + + The Swiss Family Robinson--Continued: being a Sequel to the + Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50. + +Sandford and Merton. + + The History of Sandford and Merton. By THOMAS DAY. 18mo, Half + Bound, 75 cents. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: PLAYING "HOOKEY." + +"Jimmy, I wonder if School's out yet?"] + + * * * * * + +=A Good Samaritan who would not tell his Name.=--Oberlin, the well-known +philanthropist of Steinthal, while yet a candidate for the ministry, was +travelling on one occasion from Strasburg. It was in the winter-time. +The ground was deeply covered with snow, and the roads were almost +impassable. He had reached the middle of his journey, and was among the +mountains, but by that time was so exhausted that he could stand up no +longer. He was rapidly freezing to death. Sleep began to overcome him; +all power to resist it left him. He commended himself to God, and +yielded to what he felt to be the sleep of death. He knew not how long +he slept, but suddenly became conscious of some one rousing him and +waking him up. Before him stood a wagon-driver in his blue blouse, the +wagon being not far away. He gave him a little wine and food, and warmth +returned. He then helped him into the wagon, and brought him to the next +village. The rescued man was profuse in his thanks, and offered money, +which his benefactor refused. "It is only a duty to help one another," +said the wagoner, "and it is the next thing to an insult to offer a +reward for such a service." "Then," replied Oberlin, "at least tell me +your name, that I may have you in thankful remembrance before God." "I +see," said the wagoner, "that you are a minister of the Gospel: please +tell me the name of the Good Samaritan." "That," said Oberlin, "I can +not do, for it was not put on record." "Then," replied the wagoner, +"until you can tell me his name, permit me to withhold mine." Soon he +had driven out of sight, and Oberlin never saw him again. + + * * * * * + +=Earthquakes in Chili.=--In some parts of South America men keep their +"earthquake coats," which are dresses that can be put on +instantaneously, with a view to a speedy exit from the house. The +advisability of such a practice may be inferred from the picture of one +of the features of life in Chili which is set forth in the following +extract from a letter of a young Englishman, who settled at Valparaiso a +few years ago. Under date of November 16 he writes: "I am in a most +nervous state on account of having had three days and nights of +successive earthquakes--fearful ones. The first night I walked the +streets, and indeed every one else did the same; the second night I went +to bed quite exhausted at about 3 A.M.; last night also at about 2 A.M., +but I could not sleep, for we had about six shocks, though not so +strong. The whole cornice of a house close to ours came down into the +street, but luckily no one was passing at the time. The women rush into +the street in their night dresses, screaming like lunatics, and one +trembles from head to foot. I was crossing our street when the strongest +shock came, and I was transfixed with fright, for the road was going up +and down like waves. My hand even now shakes, for at any moment we may +have another, and how strong it may be no one can tell. I can assure you +I am afraid to take off my clothes. The large squares have been filled +for the last three nights with beds and people wrapped up in blankets." + + + + +SOLUTION OF THE PASHA PUZZLE. + + +[Illustration] + +This is the solution of the Pasha Puzzle given on page 424 of YOUNG +PEOPLE No. 30. The puzzle was to make Hobart Pasha by combining a fort, +two sabres, two British gun-boats, two bayonets, a bomb-shell, and three +birds; and here you have an accurate (?) likeness of the fire-eating +Turk. + + + + +CHARADE + + My first is solemn and sedate, + Or ought to be, that's certain; + But sometimes, owing to the state + Of human passions, or to fate, + It is a scene of fierce debate + And wrath; but ere it is too late + I'll stop, and draw the curtain. + + My second visits many lands, + In bright and stormy weather; + 'Tis fair to see across the sands, + Though never quite at rest it stands; + One mind alone its course commands; + Within are many hearts and hands + Most strangely met together. + + My whole is thought a happy time, + Its praise is often sounded; + 'Tis told in books, 'tis sung in rhyme, + In every age and every clime; + Of youth and manhood 'tis the prime, + Except when on the sordid grime + Of avarice 'tis founded. + + + + +[Illustration: THE DOG PUZZLE.] + +Here is a picture of two dogs ready for a fight. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, June 1, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: May 26, 2009 [EBook #28975] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JUNE 1, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_MORAL_PIRATES"><b>THE MORAL PIRATES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#KENSINGTON_CLOVER"><b>KENSINGTON CLOVER.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_TREE_ALBUM"><b>A TREE ALBUM.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#ACROSS_THE_OCEAN_OR_A_BOYS_FIRST_VOYAGE"><b>ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SETTING_THE_BROOK_TO_WORK"><b>SETTING THE BROOK TO WORK.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HOW_THE_SECRET_WAS_STOLEN"><b>HOW THE SECRET WAS STOLEN.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_JOLLY_DAY_IN_THE_PARK"><b>A JOLLY DAY IN THE PARK.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_BATTLE_ON_THE_BUFFALO_RANGE"><b>A BATTLE ON THE BUFFALO RANGE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_STORY_OF_GEORGE_WASHINGTON"><b>THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_CHILD_SINGER"><b>THE CHILD SINGER.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HES_MY_FRIEND_A_TRUE_STORY"><b>"HE'S MY FRIEND."—A TRUE STORY.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_SOLEMN_OLD_LADY"><b>THE SOLEMN OLD LADY.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"><b>OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SOLUTION_OF_THE_PASHA_PUZZLE"><b>SOLUTION OF THE PASHA PUZZLE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHARADE"><b>CHARADE</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[Pg 425]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="385" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 31.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, June 1, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 449px;"><a name="THE_MORAL_PIRATES" id="THE_MORAL_PIRATES"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="449" height="600" alt="THE MORAL PIRATES EXAMINE THEIR CRAFT." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE MORAL PIRATES EXAMINE THEIR CRAFT.</span> +</div> + +<h2>THE MORAL PIRATES.</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">BY Wm. L. ALDEN</span>.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter I</span>.</h3> + +<p>"The truth is, John," said Mr. Wilson to his brother, "I am troubled +about my boy. Here it is the first of July, and he can't go back to +school until the middle of September. He will be idle all that time, and +I'm afraid he'll get into mischief. Now the other day I found him +reading a wretched story about pirates. Why should a son of mine care to +read about pirates?"</p> + +<p>"Because he's a boy. All boys like piratical stories. I know, when I was +a boy, I thought that if I could be either a pirate or a stage-driver I +should be perfectly happy. Of course you don't want Harry to read +rubbish; but it doesn't follow, because a boy reads stories about +piracy, that he wants to commit murder and robbery. I didn't want to +kill anybody: I wanted to be a moral and benevolent pirate. But here +comes Harry across the lawn. What will you give me if I will find +something for him to do this summer that will make him forget all about +piracy?"</p> + +<p>"I only wish you would. Tell me what your plan is."</p> + +<p>"Come here a minute, Harry," said Uncle John. "Now own up: do you like +books about pirates?"</p> + +<p>"Well, yes, uncle, I do."</p> + +<p>"So did I when I was your age. I thought it would be the best fun in the +world to be a Red Revenger of the Seas."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[Pg 426]</a></span></p><p>"Wouldn't it, though!" exclaimed Harry. "I don't mean it would be fun +to kill people, and to steal watches, but to have a schooner of your +own, and go cruising everywhere, and have storms and—and—hurricanes, +you know."</p> + +<p>"Why shouldn't you do it this summer?" asked Uncle John. "If you want to +cruise in a craft of your own, you shall do it; that is, if your father +doesn't object. A schooner would be a little too big for a boy of +thirteen, but you and two or three other fellows might make a splendid +cruise in a row-boat. You could have a mast and sail, and you could take +provisions and things, and cruise from Harlem all the way up into the +lakes in the Northern woods. It would be all the same as piracy, except +that you would not be committing crimes, and making innocent people +wretched."</p> + +<p>"Uncle John, it would be just gorgeous! We'd have a gun, and a lot of +fishing-lines, and we could live on fish and bears. There's bears in the +woods, you know."</p> + +<p>"You won't find many bears, I'm afraid; but you would have to take a +gun, and you might possibly find a wild-cat or two. Who is there that +would go with you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, there's Tom Schuyler, and Joe and Jim Sharpe; and there's Sam +McGrath—though he'd be quarrelling all the time. Maybe Charley Smith's +father would let him go. He is a first-rate fellow. You'd ought to see +him play base-ball once!"</p> + +<p>"Three boys besides yourself would be enough. If you have too many, +there will be too much risk of quarrelling. There is one thing you must +be sure of—no boy must go who can't swim."</p> + +<p>"Oh, all the fellows can swim, except Bill Town. He was pretty near +drowned last summer. He'd been bragging about what a stunning swimmer he +was, and the boys believed him; so one day one of the fellows shoved him +off the float, where we go in swimming at our school, and he thought he +was dead for sure. The water was only up to his neck, but he couldn't +swim a stroke."</p> + +<p>"Well, if you can get three good fellows to go with you—boys that you +know are not young scamps, but are the kind of boys that your father +would be willing to have you associate with—I'll give you a boat and a +tent, and you shall have a better cruise than any pirate ever had; for +no real pirate ever found any fun in being a thief and a murderer. You +go and see Tom and the Sharpe boys, and tell them about it. I'll see +about the boat as soon as you have chosen your crew."</p> + +<p>"You are quite sure that your plan is a good one?" asked Mr. Wilson, as +the boy vanished, with sparkling eyes, to search for his comrades. +"Isn't it very risky to let the boys go off by themselves in a boat? +Won't they get drowned?"</p> + +<p>"There is always more or less danger in boating," replied Uncle John; +"but the boys can swim; and they can not learn prudence and +self-reliance without running some risks. Yes, it is a good plan, I am +sure. It will give them plenty of exercise in the open air, and will +teach them to like manly, honest sports. You see that the reason Harry +likes piratical stories is his natural love of adventure. I venture to +predict that if their cruise turns out well, those four boys will think +stories of pirates are stupid as well as silly."</p> + +<p>So the matter was decided. Harry found that Tom Schuyler and the Sharpe +boys were delighted with the plan, and Uncle John soon obtained the +consent of Mr. Schuyler and Mr. Sharpe. The boys immediately began to +make preparations for the cruise; and Uncle John bought a row-boat, and +employed a boat-builder to make such alterations as were necessary to +fit it for service.</p> + +<p>The boat was what is called a Whitehall row-boat. She was seventeen feet +long, and rowed very easily, and she carried a small mast with a +spritsail. By Uncle John's orders an air-tight box, made of tin, was +fitted into each end of the boat, so that, even if she were to be filled +with water, the air in the tin boxes would float her. She was painted +white outside, with a narrow blue streak, and dark brown inside. Harry +named her the <i>Whitewing</i>; and his mother made a beautiful silk signal +for her, which was to be carried at the sprit when under sail, and on a +small staff at the bow of the boat at other times. For oars there were +two pairs of light seven-foot sculls, and a pair of ten-foot oars, each +of which was to be pulled by a single boy. The rudder was fitted with a +yoke and a pair of lines, and the sail was of new and very light canvas. +On one side of the boat was a little locker, made to hold a gun; and on +the other side were places for fishing-rods and fishing-tackle. When she +was brought around to Harlem, and Harry saw her for the first time, he +was so overjoyed that he turned two or three hand-springs, bringing up +during the last one against a post—an exploit which nearly broke his +shin, and induced his uncle to remark that he would never rise to +distinction as a Moral Pirate unless he could give up turning +hand-springs while on duty.</p> + +<p>Harry could row very fairly, for he belonged to a boat club at school. +It was not very much of a club; but then the club boat was not very much +of a boat, being a small, flat-bottomed skiff, which leaked so badly +that she could not be kept afloat unless one boy kept constantly at work +bailing. However, Harry learned to row in her, and he now found this +knowledge very useful. He was anxious to start on the cruise +immediately, but his uncle insisted that the crew must first be trained. +"I must teach you to sail, and you must teach your crew to row," said +Uncle John. "The Department will never consent to let a boat go on a +cruise unless her commander and her crew know their duty."</p> + +<p>"What's the Department?" asked Harry.</p> + +<p>"The Navy Department in the United States service has the whole charge +of the navy, and sends vessels where it pleases. Now I consider that I +represent a Department of Moral Piracy, and I therefore superintend the +fitting out of the <i>Whitewing</i>. You can't expect moral piracy to +flourish unless you respect the Department, and obey its orders."</p> + +<p>"All right, uncle," replied Harry. "Of course the Department furnishes +stores and everything else for a cruise, doesn't it?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose it must," said his uncle, laughing. "I didn't think of that +when I proposed to become a Department."</p> + +<p>The boys met every day at Harlem, and practiced rowing. Uncle John +taught them how to sail the boat, by letting them take her out under +sail when there was very little breeze, while he kept close alongside in +another boat very much like the <i>Whitewing</i>. Harry sat in the +stern-sheets, holding the yoke lines. Tom Schuyler, who was fourteen +years old, and a boy of more than usual prudence, sat on the nearest +thwart, and held the sheet, which passed under a cleat without being +made fast to it, in his hand. Next came Jim Sharpe, whose business it +was to unship the mast when the captain should order sail to be taken +in; and on the forward thwart sat Joe Sharpe, who was not quite twelve, +and who kept the boat-hook within reach, so as to use it on coming to +shore. The boys kept the same positions when rowing, Tom Schuyler being +the stroke. Uncle John told them that if every one always had the same +seat, and had a particular duty assigned to him, it would prevent +confusion and dispute, and greatly increase the safety of the vessel and +crew.</p> + +<p>It was not long before Harry could sail the boat nicely, and the others, +by attending closely to Uncle John's lessons, learned almost as much as +their young captain. So far as boat-sailing can be taught in fair +weather, Harry was carefully and thoroughly taught in six or seven +lessons, and could handle the <i>Whitewing</i> beautifully; but the ability +to judge of the weather, to tell when it is going to blow, and how the +wind will probably shift, can, of course, be learned only by actual +experience.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[Pg 427]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="KENSINGTON_CLOVER" id="KENSINGTON_CLOVER"></a>KENSINGTON CLOVER.</h2> + +<h3>BY MARCIA D. BRADBURY.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Such a hubbub in the meadow!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Such a rustling in the grass!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"I feel injured," sighed the daisy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">"Things have come to such a pass.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">To be worked in colored worsted,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Ev'ry shade and line complete,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Isn't very compliment'ry</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">To a stylish marguérite."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"One might call it," said the poppy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">In a tone of sleepy fun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"Flowers raised by <i>crewel</i> culture—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Only, please, excuse the pun."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"Oh, don't joke on such a subject,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Said an innocent, rather low,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">While from sev'ral other quarters</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Came a disapproving "No."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"Really," laughed a sweet red clover,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">"I flushed up quite nervously</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">When I saw a head on canvas</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">So exceedingly like me.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">If the honey-bee had been there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He'd have buzzed about that leaf.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Ah! I only wish he had been;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">'Twould have served him right—the thief!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Suddenly through all this chatter</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Came a voice, like music's flow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">From a little yellow violet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Growing in the marsh below.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">All the flowers nodded silence</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">As she said—a little pause—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"What a foolish fuss, my field-mates,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">You have made with no real cause!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"Are they fragrant? Can you smell them?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Though they are so bright and fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Do the breezes, when they touch them,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Carry incense on the air?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">When they fade, will hidden blossoms</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Take the places of those dead?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Shooting stems and growing leaflets</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Crown the drooping plant instead?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And the others, well contented,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">When the violet's song was o'er,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Tossed their pretty heads and said they</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Wouldn't worry any more.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_TREE_ALBUM" id="A_TREE_ALBUM"></a>A TREE ALBUM.</h2> + +<p>Many of our boys and girls, we venture to say, would like to know how to +make a collection of specimens illustrating the trees of their own +neighborhood and of other parts of the country. We hardly need remind +them that the only way to get a complete knowledge and to enjoy the +beauty of natural objects is to examine them closely, and find out all +their little peculiarities. We may take long walks through the groves +and woods, and spend a great deal of time there, and yet when we get +home we may know very little about them. We might remember that we had +seen a great many trees, but not be able to tell of what kinds they +were, how their branches and leaves were shaped, how tall they were, or +anything about them.</p> + +<p>Now such knowledge is very pleasant to have, and will afford a great +deal of pure enjoyment. The more we know about the beautiful trees, the +more we will value them, and find entertainment in admiring them.</p> + +<p>It is a good plan to bring home from our rambles small portions of them, +so that we can examine them minutely at our leisure. The bark, the +leaves, and the blossoms are the most important; they are what we look +at to recognize a tree, and we should have specimens of each. The first +necessary step is to find some way of arranging and preserving them. A +good method is to get some pasteboard or stout paper, and cut it into +sheets of convenient size—say eight inches long and five wide. Then a +box will be needed to keep them in, so that they will not get lost or +soiled. Give one sheet to each tree, and upon it paste a piece of the +bark, a leaf, and a blossom. The bark should not be taken from the tree +where it is too coarse and clumsy, but where it is nearly smooth and +perfect, and gives the best idea of the tree; nor should too thin a +piece be taken, as when it gets dry it may wrinkle up and crumble to +pieces. It may be well to take off with the bark a thin layer of the +wood to stiffen it and keep it smooth. A piece of bark about three +inches long and two wide would be of a good size.</p> + +<p>The blossoms will have to be pressed and dried before they are attached +to the sheet. Take care to lay them so as to show the face and the +inside parts as plainly as possible. It may be well in some cases to +press two or more blossoms, laying them in different positions, so that +every part can be seen.</p> + +<p>The leaves will be easy, as they are mostly flat. If they are small, +several may be taken, or a little twig. If the under side of the leaf is +very different from the upper, or is remarkable for its hairs, or for +any reason, one leaf should be placed with the under side upward. Care +should be taken to do the pasting neatly, so that the sheet will look +pretty, and the parts can be readily examined by the eye alone, or with +a magnifying-glass or microscope, which reveals many interesting facts +that can not be discovered by the eye unassisted.</p> + +<p>In this way the trees can be studied at any time, even in winter, when +the world outside is bare and dreary, and the evenings are long, and +afford fine opportunity for such amusement. And what is more important +still, the sheets prepared as we have shown can be sent through the mail +to distant parts of the land, where the trees displayed on them do not +grow, and are wholly unknown.</p> + +<p>Thus our young readers, scattered over the United States and Canada and +elsewhere, can supply each other with specimens, so that each may make +up a collection from the trees growing over a very wide area.</p> + +<p>Most trees are very long lived, and some are still living that are known +to be hundreds of years old. Certain kinds of wood, too, seem almost +incapable of decay if protected from the weather.</p> + +<p>Probably the oldest timber in the world which has been used by man is +that found in the ancient temples of Egypt, in connection with the +stone-work, which is known to be at least four thousand years old. This, +the only wood used in the construction of the temple, is in the form of +ties, holding the end of one stone to another. When two blocks were laid +in place, an excavation about an inch deep was made in each block, into +which a tie shaped like an hour-glass was driven.</p> + +<p>The ties appear to have been of the tamarisk or shittim wood, of which +the ark was constructed—a sacred tree in ancient Egypt, and now very +rarely found in the valley of the Nile. The dovetailed ties are just as +sound now as on the day of their insertion. Although fuel is extremely +scarce in the country, these bits of wood are not large enough to make +it an object with the Arabs to heave off layer after layer to obtain +them. Had they been of bronze, half the old temples would have been +destroyed years ago.</p> + +<p>If those among our young friends who are alive to the charms of nature +will arrange some specimens of trees on the plan we have explained, and +label the sheets with the common names of the trees, and the scientific +names also, if they can find them out from their parents, we will be +glad to hear from them, and will publish their letters in the +Post-office Box, so that they can make exchanges with each other.</p> + +<p>Very little folks, who may find it too hard to get the bark and the +blossoms, can begin by making collections simply of the leaves. Be +careful to cut the sheets exactly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</a></span> of the size we have mentioned, so +that when laid together they will make a nice even pile like a book. +And, remember, don't send them to us; only write, and let the +Post-office Box know when you have them ready for exchange. We will +publish the fact in the <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, so that you can send the specimens +to each other, and make up the collections among yourselves.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="ACROSS_THE_OCEAN_OR_A_BOYS_FIRST_VOYAGE" id="ACROSS_THE_OCEAN_OR_A_BOYS_FIRST_VOYAGE"></a>[Begun in No. 19 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, March 9.]</h4> + +<h2>ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.</h2> + +<h4>A True Story.</h4> + +<h3>BY J. O. DAVIDSON.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">CHAPTER XIII</span>.</h3> + +<h3>FRANK GETS PROMOTED.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 391px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="391" height="600" alt="A CLIPPER-SHIP LOADING WITH TEA AT HONG-KONG." title="" /> +<span class="caption">A CLIPPER-SHIP LOADING WITH TEA AT HONG-KONG.</span> +</div> + +<p>Frank Austin's duties as supercargo were soon over, and he decided to go +ashore and look about him. The moment he was seen looking over the side, +a clamor arose from the Chinese boats around the steamer, which reminded +him of the chorus of monkeys and parrots at Gibraltar.</p> + +<p>"Good boatee, my—no upset!"</p> + +<p>"Fast sampan—no can catchee!"</p> + +<p>"He good, my better!"</p> + +<p>"Come see—here allee best sampan!"</p> + +<p>Frank was confounded by the uproar, and not less so by observing that +all the boatmen, and boat-women too (for there were plenty of the +latter), seemed to be exactly alike, so that if he picked one, and +happened to lose him, it would be no joke to find him again. As he stood +hesitating, a good-looking Chinese girl hailed him from a neat little +boat with a staring red eye painted on side of its bow.</p> + +<p>"Hi! say! My namee Whampoa Sam; washee, keepee state-loom, row boat, can +do all for two bob [fifty cents]. Come tly!"</p> + +<p>Such a list of accomplishments was not to be resisted, and Austin at +once took his seat under the stern awning. The young woman spread her +sail, and turned the boat shoreward, steering it with an immense oar.</p> + +<p>Away they went, past huge high-pooped junks that looked like monster +rocking-chairs; past stately English steamers, beside which the little +painted sampans seemed mere toys; past big clumsy rice barges, and trim +gigs pulled by sturdy Western sailors. While threading her way through +this maze of shipping as dexterously as any seaman, the girl found time +to answer Frank's eager questions upon all that he saw, down to the +staring eyes on the bow of her boat, which, as she explained, were meant +to "help boatee see go straight, allee same man's eye." The mystery of +her masculine name, which had puzzled Austin not a little, was also +cleared up.</p> + +<p>"My Whampoa Sam <i>wife</i>; Sam up Canton side now—can catchee more piecee +dollar there. My row boatee till come back. Work boatee, my, allee same +man. Choy! you no b'lieve? Bime-by pickaninny Sam row boatee too, muchee +ploper. Look see!"</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="400" height="281" alt="LITTLE WHAMPOA STEERS THE BOAT TO SHORE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">LITTLE WHAMPOA STEERS THE BOAT TO SHORE.</span> +</div> + +<p>She pushed aside a plank, and hauled out of a box underneath it a little +round-faced "four-year-old," so like a big doll that Frank almost took +him for one, till he saw the child grasp the steering oar in his little +pudgy hands, and actually steer the boat to shore.</p> + +<p>"Well," thought our hero, "the Chinese may well be good boatmen, if they +begin as early as that."</p> + +<p>But he afterward learned that on the great Chinese rivers thousands of +families live altogether in boats, each of which has an allotted place +of its own. In Canton alone these floating streets have a population of +300,000, and it is common to see two-year-old children toddling about +with small wooden buoys on their backs, fixed there by their careful +mothers in case they should fall overboard, which they do, on an +average, three or four times a day.</p> + +<p>For several hundred feet around the great stone quay extended a perfect +army of Chinese boats, clustering together like bees; but Mrs. Sam soon +made her way through them, and Austin leaped ashore. He had hardly done +so when a crowd of sturdy natives surrounded him, with ear-piercing +screams, asking if he wished to "ride in chair." This being a new idea, +he accepted at once, and presently found himself being carried off in a +sedan-chair by four sinewy fellows, who went at a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[Pg 429]</a></span> long swinging trot, +like the "palanquin hamals" of British India.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 320px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="320" height="400" alt="STREET OF STAIRS, HONG-KONG." title="" /> +<span class="caption">STREET OF STAIRS, HONG-KONG.</span> +</div> + +<p>Six more runners were speedily added, for the way now led up a street +made entirely of stairs, like the "Hundred-and-one Steps" at +Constantinople. Then out into the open country, and away toward the +summit of Victoria Peak. Up, up, they went, poor Frank getting so bumped +about that he was sorely tempted to get out and walk; but he reached the +top at last, and saw the whole town, the harbor, and miles upon miles of +the inland country out-spread below him like a map. The trip, when paid +for, proved wonderfully cheap, though the reason given for this made +Frank feel rather "cheap" himself:</p> + +<p>"Large piecee man, two bob; small piecee man, <i>like you</i>, one bob. All +right—chin-chin!"</p> + +<p>During his rambles through the town Austin saw many curious sights. He +was shown through a native bank, where three Chinese "tellers" were +standing ankle-deep in gold, and counting so rapidly that the ring of +the coins sounded like one continuous chime. In another place a house +was being built <i>from the roof downward</i>, and he was told that "rain +come, walls muchee hurt, so put up roof first!"</p> + +<p>Having now reached the farthest point of his voyage, Frank began to +think about getting home again, and finding that all who had shipped on +the <i>Arizona</i> were entitled, by the terms of their agreement, to a free +passage in the next homeward-bound steamer, he went down to the +company's office to get his ticket.</p> + +<p>As he passed the open window a familiar voice from within caught his +ear. It was that of his Captain, who was having a talk with the +company's agent.</p> + +<p>"I really don't know whom to send with this cargo," said the agent. "It +<i>must</i> go in a day or two, and none of my clerks can be spared. Do <i>you</i> +know of anybody, Gray?"</p> + +<p>"Well, there's a young fellow who came out with me, that might do. He's +rather young, certainly, but I put him in charge at Singapore, and he +did very well. Hello! there he is. Austin!"</p> + +<p>Frank entered, cap in hand.</p> + +<p>"My lad," said the Captain, "we're sending a cargo of tin and opium to +Canton, and you might take it up, unless you'd rather go home."</p> + +<p>"I <i>was</i> thinking of going, sir," said Austin; "but if you have anything +for me to do till I can get letters from home, I shall be very glad to +do it."</p> + +<p>"All right, my boy. Just look in here to-morrow morning, and we'll +arrange it."</p> + +<p>The next morning, sure enough, Frank received his appointment, and set +sail up the river for Canton a few days later, with a handful of the +<i>Arizona's</i> picked men for his crew, and old Herrick as his second in +command—the latter remarking, with a grin, that "'twarn't a bad start +for a youngster to begin his first v'y'ge as coal-heaver, and end it as +Cap'n."</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>Our hero's farther adventures in China—how he succeeded so well with +his first cargo as to be at once intrusted with a second—how he +received letters from home, reporting all well—how he studied the ins +and outs of the "up-country" trade, and the ways of the Chinese, finding +both very different from what he had imagined—and how he soon got a +good appointment in the office, which he held for several years—would +make too long a story to be told here. But he always bore in mind the +last words of old Herrick, which were:</p> + +<p>"Frank, my son, next time you meet a young feller wantin' to run away to +sea, jist you tell him you've tried it yourself, and 'tain't so nice as +it looks. If a lad goes to sea 'cause he's fit for it, and ain't 'fraid +o' <i>hard work</i>, well and good; but if he goes 'cause he's quarrelled +with his bread and butter, all along o' stuffin' his head with dime +novels and sich like rubbish, I guess he'll end where you began—in the +coal-hole. Now don't you forget them words o' mine." And Frank never +did.</p> + +<h4><span class="smcap">the end</span>.</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[Pg 430]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SETTING_THE_BROOK_TO_WORK" id="SETTING_THE_BROOK_TO_WORK"></a>SETTING THE BROOK TO WORK.</h2> + +<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> + +<p>The brook had never done a stroke of work in its life. So long, at +least, as Mart Benson could remember, it had gurgled across the foot of +his father's garden, tumbling heels over head down the little fall in +the middle, as if it knew it had got into some place that didn't belong +to it, and was in a desperate hurry to get out.</p> + +<p>Then it made a dive under the fence, into Squire Spencer's orchard, and +then under another fence, and through a low stone archway across the +river road.</p> + +<p>That was the end of the brook, for the river let it right in without so +much as saying, "How do you do?"</p> + +<p>"It isn't more'n two feet across anywhere," said Mart to himself. "It +isn't so much as that just above the fall, and it's a foot and a half +below the top of the bank. I could make a dam there, and a flume."</p> + +<p>Mart was a great whittler.</p> + +<p>Mr. Jellicombe, the carpenter, used to say of him that when he wasn't +whittling, it was because he had had to stop to sharpen his knife.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mart, in reply to that, "what's the fun of whittling with a +dull knife? If you want a knife to cut straight and smooth, you've got +to have an edge on it."</p> + +<p>So there was always a pretty good edge on his, and it was curious what +things he managed to carve out with it.</p> + +<p>He had made a wooden chain out of a long square stick that Mr. +Jellicombe brought to the house to mend a door frame with. He had made +kites, walking-sticks, bats, wooden spoons and forks, a little wagon, +and any number of other things, of which about all that could be said +was that they gave him plenty of good whittling.</p> + +<p>But Mart had been to the mill the day before, and had waited there two +hours while his father was having a grist of corn ground. All those two +hours had been spent by Mart with a shingle in one hand and his knife in +the other, but at the end of them there was hardly a notch in the +shingle, and Mart shut up his knife, and put it back in his pocket.</p> + +<p>He had been watching the great water-wheel and the flume that brought +the water to it from the pond. He had studied the dam, too, and had been +thinking of the brook in his father's garden.</p> + +<p>The more he looked at it now, the clearer he saw that it was high time +for that brook to be doing something.</p> + +<p>It was easy enough to gather flat stones and pile them in at the narrow +place at the top of the fall. That was little more than a foot high, to +be sure, but the dam would more than double it.</p> + +<p>Then he begged a couple of old raisin boxes at the store where his +father traded, and when the ends were knocked out of them, and they were +firmly set in the top of the little dam, one behind the other, they made +a good enough flume. The end of the foremost one stuck out beyond the +stones, and the water came pouring from it beautifully.</p> + +<p>It took all the rest of that day for Mart to get the brook penned in and +compelled to run through the raisin boxes, for he had to keep on putting +stones and sods and dirt behind the dam to strengthen it, as the water +rose higher and higher. It would not do to make a pond of the garden, +but so long as the brook did not overflow its banks it would do no harm. +Sometimes it had run over in the spring, or after very heavy +rain-storms.</p> + +<p>The next day Mart hardly went near his new dam, and he was a very +serious and busy boy indeed, considering that he was only thirteen.</p> + +<p>A piece of wood had to be found first two and a half inches square, and +about a foot and a half long. It took a great deal of work to shave down +the four corners of that piece of wood till it had eight smooth sides +all just alike. Then Mart was compelled to go over to Jellicombe's +carpenter shop and put his piece of wood in a vise, so it would be held +steady, while he took a saw and sawed a long groove, more than half an +inch deep, in the middle of each one of those eight faces. Jellicombe +told him he had done that job very well.</p> + +<p>"Looks like a hub for something. Going to make a wheel this time?"</p> + +<p>"I'll show you. May I take your inch auger and bore a hole in each end?"</p> + +<p>"Go ahead. If you ain't kerful, you'll split yer timber."</p> + +<p>Mart was careful then, but he had trouble before him. He had picked out +a number of very straight shingles, and he was whittling away on these +now as if he was being paid for it. He cut them down to six inches long, +and shaved them at the sides, so that two pieces laid together were just +a foot wide. With a little more whittling after that he fitted them all, +one by one, into the eight grooves in his "hub," and his "water-wheel" +was done. A proud boy was Mart, but he ought to have kept on being +"careful."</p> + +<p>"Look out!" said Mr. Jellicombe, as Mart rapped hard on one of the +shingle pieces, to drive it in more firmly; but it was too late.</p> + +<p>"Crack!" the hub was split from end to end.</p> + +<p>"Got to go to work and make a new one," said Mart, ruefully.</p> + +<p>"Guess I wouldn't. Just take a couple of two-inch screws, and screw that +together again. It'll be stronger'n it was before."</p> + +<p>That was a capital idea, and it only took a few minutes; to carry it +into effect.</p> + +<p>"Make your end pins of hard wood," said Mr. Jellicombe; "and shave 'em +smooth. Then they'll run easy."'</p> + +<p>That was easy enough, but one of those "endpins" was made of an old +broom handle, and was more than a foot long.</p> + +<p>"I see what you're up to," said the carpenter, with a grin. "You've made +a right down good job of it, too. Grease your journals before you let +'em get wet."</p> + +<p>Mart's "journals" for his end pins to run in were two holes he bored in +a couple of boards. When these were stuck up on each side of the lower +end of his flume, and the water-wheel was set in its place, Mart took +off his hat and shouted,</p> + +<p>"Hurrah! the brook's at work!"</p> + +<p>So it was, for it was rushing fiercely through the two old raisin boxes, +and down upon the wide "paddles" of Mart's wheel, and this was spinning +around at a tremendous rate.</p> + +<p>"You've done it!"</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Mr. Jellicombe? I didn't know you'd come."</p> + +<p>"You've done it. Now what?"</p> + +<p>"Why, I'm going to put another wheel on this long end pin, and set +another one above it, and put a strap over both of them."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's it. Going to make a pulley and band. All right. It'll run. +There's plenty of water-power. But what then? Going to build a mill?"</p> + +<p>"Guess not. All I care for is, I've set the brook to work."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you make it do something, then, now you've found out how?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know of anything small enough for a brook like that."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you, then. There's your mother's big churn, that goes with a +crank. You whittle out a wheel twice as large as that, and set it a +little stronger, and raise your dam a few inches, and you can run that +churn."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah! I'll do it!"</p> + +<p>There was a good deal of busy whittling before Mart finished that second +job, but before two weeks were over there was butter on Mrs. Benson's +dinner table which had actually been churned by the brook at the bottom +of the garden.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[Pg 431]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HOW_THE_SECRET_WAS_STOLEN" id="HOW_THE_SECRET_WAS_STOLEN"></a>HOW THE SECRET WAS STOLEN.</h2> + +<p>Benjamin Huntsman, a native of Lincolnshire, England, was the inventor +of cast steel. The discovery was kept a great secret, and as the success +it obtained was very great, many efforts were made to find out how it +was prepared.</p> + +<p>One cold winter's night, while the snow was falling in heavy flakes, and +Huntsman's manufactory threw its red glare of light over the +neighborhood, a person of the most abject appearance presented himself +at the entrance, praying for permission to share the warmth and shelter +which it afforded. The humane workmen found the appeal irresistible, and +the apparent beggar was permitted to take up his quarters in a warm +corner of the building.</p> + +<p>A careful scrutiny would have discovered little real sleep in the +drowsiness that seemed to overtake the stranger; for he eagerly watched +every movement of the workmen while they went through the operations of +the newly discovered process.</p> + +<p>He observed, first of all, that bars of blistered steel were broken into +small pieces, two or three inches in length, and placed in crucibles of +fire-clay. When nearly full, a little green glass, broken into small +fragments, was spread over the top, and the whole covered with a closely +fitting cover. The crucibles were then placed in a furnace, and after a +lapse of from three to four hours, during which the crucibles were +examined from time to time, to see that the metal was thoroughly melted, +the workmen lifted the crucible from its place on the furnace by means +of tongs, and its molten contents, blazing, sparkling, and spurting, +were poured into a mould of cast iron. When cool, the mould was +unscrewed, and a bar of cast steel was presented.</p> + +<p>The uninvited spectator of these operations effected his escape without +detection, and before many months had passed the Huntsman manufactory +was not the only one where cast steel was produced.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_JOLLY_DAY_IN_THE_PARK" id="A_JOLLY_DAY_IN_THE_PARK"></a>A JOLLY DAY IN THE PARK.</h2> + +<h3>BY F. E. FRYATT.</h3> + +<p>"Hip, hip, hurrah! to-morrow's my birthday, Miss Eleanor," shouted Harry +Lewis, bursting into my garden like a young hurricane. "Cousin Jack's +coming over from New York, Nell's got a holiday, and father says if +you'll decide and go with us, we may have a jollification somewhere."</p> + +<p>"How delightful! Of course I'll go, with the greatest pleasure. Suppose +we choose Prospect Park?"</p> + +<p>"Capital! Miss Eleanor, good-by; excuse haste. I'm off to tell Nell, and +hurry mother with the birthday cake and the fixin's."</p> + +<p>Old Prob predicted fair weather, and he was as good as his word, for the +sun shone in the bluest of skies, and the morning was fresh and breezy, +when Nell and I stepped into an open car, followed by Harry, Jack, and +the family lunch basket.</p> + +<p>Every one looked happy, and even the car horses trotted briskly along +the broad avenue to the Plaza as if they knew we were anxious to be +there.</p> + +<p>Arrived at the Park, the two boys put their wise heads together, and +gallantly agreed that I should be captain of the party, a decision they +shortly after announced in an important manner.</p> + +<p>"Follow your leader, then," said I, helping Nell into one of the large +phaetons standing near the entrance.</p> + +<p>"All right," responded Harry, as the whip cracked, and away dashed the +horses in fine style.</p> + +<p>Now we swept past velvety fields and wood-crowned hills; now we rolled +softly under arches of tremulous green; then through miniature valleys +between blossoming heights; now through shadowy forests, and away again +beside open meadows.</p> + +<p>"How lovely!" cried Nell, rapturously, as one moment we caught the +glitter of a distant lake, the next the twinkle of a reedy pool overhung +with hazel and alder bushes.</p> + +<p>Even the boys were stirred to delight, when, crossing a rustic bridge, +they could look down and see a dashing cascade tumble and foam over +mossy precipices, till it reached a stony basin below, where it lay +golden and clear as a topaz.</p> + +<p>On and on we sped, past new wonders of blossoming groves and ferny +hollows, to the end of our ride.</p> + +<p>Which way to turn, after we left our basket at the Lodge, we knew not. +Labyrinthine walks met us in every direction, leading to bowers and +dells and wildernesses innumerable.</p> + +<p>"Let us take the nearest," said I; and away we went, tripping it gayly, +till the path ended unexpectedly at the loveliest bower imaginable, all +hidden with clambering vines and shrubbery, from which peeped out a +thatched roof, with two odd little peaks, surrounded by bird-houses.</p> + +<p>Past its pretty arches, as we sat on the rustic seats, we could look +upon acres of velvety meadow, dotted with wild flowers, and gay with +groups of pleasure-seekers.</p> + +<p>Near by, Madam Nurse trundled Miss Baby; yonder, a company of girls +played at "bean bags"; further on, the croquet-players were busy with +mallets and balls; while passing to and fro were troops of +school-children making the most of their weekly holiday.</p> + +<p>"Listen!" cried Nell, suddenly, as sounds of music were borne to us on +the breeze.</p> + +<p>"It's 'Nancy Lee'; go for it!" shouted Harry, leaping over the railing, +and darting across the meadow.</p> + +<p>"Come on; follow the sound, girls," cried Jack, bounding after him.</p> + +<p>Nell and I take the path sedately, "hastening slowly," for we can not +help stopping to listen to the soft twitter of the birds, to admire the +golden laburnums; we even wait to let a sparrow hop leisurely down the +walk before us.</p> + +<p>We have had time to spare, for when we arrive in sight of the +"merry-go-round" in its pretty pavilion, the musical history of Nancy +Lee is still being repeated.</p> + +<p>But a pretty vision greets us. Whirl, whirl, whirl, flies a magic ring +of boys and girls, with their fluttering ribbons, bright eyes, and +tossing curls.</p> + +<p>Click, click, clash a score of shining blades, as the eager riders, with +parted lips, lean forward and try to pick off the rings from a +projecting bar.</p> + +<p>Now the music begins to die away; the circle moves slower, and slower, +and slower.</p> + +<p>"Count your rings!" shouts the man in charge. "The biggest number wins +the free ride."</p> + +<p>"Sixteen, eighteen, twenty," calls out Harry, triumphantly, adding, as +he spies Nellie, "There's my sister; give her a ride."</p> + +<p>Nothing loath, Nell is strapped on a gray pony, and waits impatiently +for the music. The seats fill, the organ sounds forth, "I'm called +Little Buttercup," and away they float as light as feathers.</p> + +<p>"It is well they're so merry," groans the poor horse beneath them in the +cellar, as he treads his weary beat; "they'd find it a sad-go-round if +we changed places."</p> + +<p>The noon hour strikes; the merry-go-round man is mortal, and wants his +dinner, which reminds us that it is time to send for the lunch basket.</p> + +<p>Choosing a lovely spot under a spreading elm in the meadow, we lay the +cloth, set out our luncheon, brew a pitcher of fine lemonade, and sit +down, the merriest of merry parties.</p> + +<p>In the midst of our entertainment four uninvited but welcome visitors +make their appearance. Guess who they are.</p> + +<p>A toad came first, and sat blinking at us with the funniest airs +imaginable. Then a robin-redbreast and two sparrows edged their way up +to our table with great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[Pg 432]</a></span> caution, winked at us with bright eyes, +concluded we were trustworthy, and ventured to peck at the crumbs we +scattered for them.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 502px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="502" height="600" alt="PROSPECT PARK, BROOKLYN.—Drawn by L. W. Atwater." title="" /> +<span class="caption">PROSPECT PARK, BROOKLYN.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by L. W. Atwater.</span></span> +</div> + +<p>Gathering up the remnants of our feast, we wended our way to a pretty +summer-house overlooking a small lake, in which sported a multitude of +gold-fish, a pair of swans, some geese, and a bevy of ducks with lovely +rings of red, purple, and gold-green feathers about their necks.</p> + +<p>Here Nell and the boys found fine sport throwing crackers into the +water, and watching the ducks and fishes rush for them, but came away in +high disgust because one old drake gave the ducks and fishes hardly any +chance at all, but darted and dived and bobbed about so fast that he +grabbed a dozen pieces to their one.</p> + +<p>"Good-by, old greedy; hope you'll never come up again!" cried Jack, +moving away, as the nimble fellow dove head-first till nothing but his +funny tail flirted above the water.</p> + +<p>A peep at the deer, pony-rides for the boys, and a drive in the +goat-carriage for Nell, varied our ramble to the Aerial Skating Rink, +which we found on the other side of the Park.</p> + +<p>As we came in sight of the elevated square of asphalt pavement, with its +gay cavalcade of skaters flitting to and fro inside the railings, the +boys hurrahed with delight.</p> + +<p>"It's perfectly glorious; let's try it," shouted Harry, bounding down +the hill-side, followed closely by Jack.</p> + +<p>"I could do that too," said Nell, imitating the movements of the +skaters.</p> + +<p>"You shall try," replied I; and a minute later we were inside the +square, bargaining for a lesson on the odd three-wheeled triangular +arrangement, with its horse's head and handled reins.</p> + +<p>"Plant your feet firmly on this brace," said the instructor, showing +Nell the iron bar; "hold the reins well in hand, bend your right knee, +and strike out with your foot as if skating; now your left; and away you +go."</p> + +<p>Sure enough, off shot Nell, managing to keep up a tolerable speed, then +slacking, then increasing, then coming to a dead halt, as Jack, +shouting, "Clear the track!" bore down on her car, almost upsetting it.</p> + +<p>"A miss is as good as a mile," screams Harry, flying by on the other +side, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.</p> + +<p>"Strike out, little girl!" cries a lad, giving Nell's car a push, and +sending her speeding along. In and out, around and about, they fly, like +mimic charioteers, until, fairly exhausted, they are willing to stop, +and go over to the Rotary Yacht, whose snow-white wings are visible from +the hill-top.</p> + +<p>A pleasant walk across the sloping meadow and along by the side of a +small lake brings us to this novel boat, which is merely a great hollow +ring of seats, with oars and rowlocks for calm, and sails for breezy, +weather.</p> + +<p>We step in and sit down; the wind, coming in soft puffs from the south, +sends us floating around and around with a dreamy, restful motion that +our tired little charioteers thoroughly appreciate as they lean back and +trail their hands idly through the cool water.</p> + +<p>"Come, come," said I at last, "wake up for our row on the lake, +sleepers, and then heigho for home and supper!"</p> + +<p>"I was only fooling, Miss Eleanor; I'm fresh as a lark," cried Harry, +leaping nimbly out on the platform.</p> + +<p>"So am I," said Jack, lending a hand to Nellie.</p> + +<p>"The Rotary Yacht will do for a rest, but this is what I call life," +exclaimed Harry, as later he and Jack, with even sweep of the oars, sent +our pretty boat skimming over the waters of the lake.</p> + +<p>Now we sped around curving shores, and past grassy capes; now we skirted +fairy islands and reedy shallows; then under hollow bridges, that gave +back jolly echoes to Nell's laughter and the dip of the oars.</p> + +<p>"Quick, quick—quick, quick," screamed a bevy of ducks, hurrying to +shore, as we rounded a woody bend in the lake, and came upon them with a +rush that sent the water in diamond showers over their backs.</p> + +<p>"Tirra-la, tirra-la," whistled a wood-thrush in the grove; "tirra-la, +tirra-la," answered another.</p> + +<p>"Ah! that's a warning, children; he sings at sunset. See the light +shooting gold green through the trees; that means that our happy day is +over. And there's another sign; look over your right shoulder—the new +moon."</p> + +<p>"Tu-whit, tu-whoo, good-night to you," hooted an owl, as we turned our +boat homeward.</p> + +<p>"Don't be alarmed; we are going," sighed Harry, half sad that the jolly +day at Prospect Park was ended.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[Pg 433]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_BATTLE_ON_THE_BUFFALO_RANGE" id="A_BATTLE_ON_THE_BUFFALO_RANGE"></a>A BATTLE ON THE BUFFALO RANGE.</h2> + +<p>Between the half-breeds who form a large portion of the population of +the settlements of the Northwest, along the Red River of the North, and +their neighbors, the Sioux, exists a bitter enmity. Peace is seldom +declared between them, and when parties of Sioux and half-breeds meet, +bloody battles are the result.</p> + +<p>Although the half-breeds are more civilized than the Indians, and live +in villages, generally near the forts or trading posts, they depend +largely upon buffalo-meat for their winter food, and upon buffalo-robes, +for which the traders give them guns, powder, shot, blankets, tea, +coffee, sugar, and other necessaries and luxuries of their life. To +obtain this meat and these robes they organize grand buffalo hunts every +summer and fall, each of which lasts for several months, and in which +hundreds of men engage. The hunters travel from their homes to the +distant hunting grounds on horseback; but they take with them long +trains of very curious-looking ox-carts, in which the women and +children, who go with their husbands and fathers on these long trips, +ride, and in which the buffalo-meat and hides are carried home.</p> + +<p>The ox-carts, or "Pembina buggies," as they are often called, are very +strong and clumsy, and are made entirely of wood, generally by their +owners. The wooden wheels, turning on the ungreased wooden axles, make +the most horrible creaking and groaning; and when, as is often the case, +several hundred or a thousand of these carts are in one train, the noise +they make can be heard for miles.</p> + +<p>Each cart is drawn by a single ox, attached to the rude shafts by a +simple and home-made harness of rawhide, with the aid of which the +patient beast draws a load of a thousand pounds for hundreds of miles, +at the rate of twenty or thirty miles a day.</p> + +<p>As they approach the buffalo range, where they expect to find their +game, the hunters know that at any moment they may run across hunting +parties of the Sioux, and for them they keep a sharp look-out night and +day.</p> + +<p>Some years ago a brave hunter by the name of Jean Bedell, whose home was +in Pembina, joined one of these great hunting parties, taking with him +his wife and their little child, a baby of but a few months old. The +party to which Jean belonged was so large that they had but little fear +of Indians, and did not guard against being surprised by them as +carefully as usual.</p> + +<p>One morning as the brigade broke camp, and the long line of carts moved +slowly away toward Devil's Lake, which could be seen gleaming in the +distance, and near which the hunters felt sure they would find buffalo, +Jean Bedell found that a portion of his harness had given out, and he +must stay behind and mend it. He had just finished his task, and started +on after the carts, the groaning and screeching of which could still be +heard in the distance, when other and more terrible sounds, borne +clearly to his ear, caused him to come to a sudden halt.</p> + +<p>The sounds that so startled him were quick shots, almost as steady as +volleys of musketry, and the terrible yell with which the Sioux charges +upon his enemy. Far down the valley the hunter could see sharp flashes +of fire pierce the cloud of dust that hung over the train of ox-carts, +and the dark mass of Sioux warriors charging down the hill-side, lashing +their ponies, firing and yelling as they went.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="600" height="418" alt="CUT OFF.—Drawn by W. M. Cary." title="" /> +<span class="caption">CUT OFF.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by W. M. Cary.</span></span> +</div> + +<p>Alone, and cut off from his companions, with his wife and baby to +protect, Jean Bedell had nothing to do but lie down, with his trusty +rifle in hand, powder and bullets by his side, and wait, determined to +sell his life as dearly as possible if worst came to worst.</p> + +<p>For hours the hunter watched the fight, while his wife<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[Pg 434]</a></span> crouched in the +bottom of the cart, with her baby in her arms. He could see that the +carts had been formed in a semicircle, and from behind them his comrades +withstood charge after charge of the Indians, who would dash up to the +barrier of heavy carts, pour in a volley, and sweep away beyond rifle +range, until their own guns were reloaded.</p> + +<p>At last, late in the afternoon, the battle came to an end. The Indians, +finding it impossible to drive the hunters from behind their barrier, +suddenly withdrew, and taking their dead with them, disappeared over the +hill down which they had dashed in the morning. They might make another +attack, but for the present all was safe, and Jean Bedell might rejoin +his friends. When he reached them, he found that though they were +rejoiced to have driven off the hated Sioux, their joy was mingled with +much sorrow, for there were many dead to be buried, and many wounded to +be cared for. Among the dead were several of the little children, to +whom stray bullets had found their way; and when Jean Bedell and his +wife saw the poor little bodies, they were very thankful that, on +account of a broken harness, their own darling baby had been kept at a +safe distance from the terrible battle.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_STORY_OF_GEORGE_WASHINGTON" id="THE_STORY_OF_GEORGE_WASHINGTON"></a>[Begun in <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> No. 24, April 13.]</h2> + +<h2>THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.</h2> + +<h3>BY EDWARD CARY.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VIII</span>.</h3> + +<p>I have said that the work which President Washington had to do was quite +new to the country. The people had been used to having all their affairs +attended to in their own States. None of the States was very large. Some +of them were very small, compared with what the States are now, so that +the public men in each were known by a greater part of the people than +they now are. Then distance seemed greater than it does now. It took +nearly as long to go from Boston to New York as it now does to go from +Boston to California; there was no telegraph any more than there were +railways and steam-boats, and news travelled as slowly as men did +themselves. You can see that it was harder for people in Georgia or New +Hampshire to know what was going on in New York than it is now for +people in Oregon or Florida to know what is being done in Washington. +Where there is ignorance there is always more distrust and doubt. Men +found it not easy to give up public business to a Congress, far away, +that they did not know much about. Washington set himself earnestly at +work to try and have things done so carefully, so honestly, and so +wisely, that the people would learn to trust the national government, +and live happily under it.</p> + +<p>The national government had been meant especially to do three things: +First, to raise money and pay the debts of all the States; second, to +see that the country was rightly dealt with by other countries, and that +other countries were justly treated by our own; and third, in a general +way to do for the common good what no one State could do by itself.</p> + +<p>The government has now for nearly a hundred years done this work very +well, and that fact is largely due to the way George Washington began +it. He was President for eight years.</p> + +<p>It would not be easy to tell all the things he did in that time which +have had a good effect ever since, but it will be well to remember a few +of the principal ones. He always insisted on the full and honest payment +of the public debt, that is, of money borrowed by the government to +carry on the war, and so forth. He believed that a nation must keep its +word as much as a man must, if it expects other people to deal fairly +with it.</p> + +<p>In order that the government might pay its debts, it was necessary for +it to get money from the people by taxes, and President Washington +showed very early that no man or set of men were to be allowed to refuse +to pay a fair share of these taxes, as fixed by law.</p> + +<p>The people chose the Congress, and the Congress decided how the taxes +should be paid. When that was done, there must be no further dispute +about paying. If the people did not like the laws Congress made, they +could elect men to Congress who would change the laws, but until the +laws were changed in this way, they must be obeyed.</p> + +<p>A large number of persons in the State of Pennsylvania refused to pay a +tax ordered by Congress, called an excise tax, which was a certain sum +on every barrel of whiskey made in the country. When Washington learned +of this, he sent word to these people that if they did not obey the +laws, he should have to compel them to; and as they took no notice of +this warning, he got together an army of 16,000 men, and sent it into +the State. This soon settled the trouble, and there has never been any +attempt, on a large scale, to resist a tax law in the United States +since then.</p> + +<p>It is easy to see that Washington knew better than to do such a thing by +halves. He sent so large an army that to fight against it was hopeless, +and so there was no fighting.</p> + +<p>It would have been well for the country if this wise example had always +been followed.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_CHILD_SINGER" id="THE_CHILD_SINGER"></a>THE CHILD SINGER.</h2> + +<h3>BY LAURA FITCH.</h3> + +<p>In a narrow dirty street in the most miserable part of the great city of +London, a group of children were playing beside the gutter. They were +all dirty and ragged, and the faces of many were old and worldly-wise. +One little girl, however, though her dress was as torn and soiled as +that of any of the other dwellers in the filthy street, had a pretty +childish face. She was a bright-looking little one, with matted brown +hair hanging in tangled curls that had never known a brush, and a pair +of sweet dark eyes looking out trustfully into the uninviting world +around her. She stood a little apart from the others, leaning against +the doorway of a rickety tenement-house, humming softly to herself.</p> + +<p>A rough-looking boy in the group by the gutter, hearing her low tones, +called out, "Louder, Nell; sing something."</p> + +<p>The child obeyed; with her hands clasped, and her eyes fastened on the +speck of blue sky to be seen between the roofs of the tall, smoky +houses, she burst into a song. No wonder that the other children stopped +their noisy play, and listened. It was not their ignorance of music that +made the singing seem beautiful to those little street vagabonds. There +was in the clear voice of the child singer a strange, wistful tone, of +which she herself was unconscious, but which held the listener +spell-bound.</p> + +<p>Nell had been born and bred in those low surroundings. She had never +seen the inside of a church, or heard other music than the whining tones +of a street organ, yet there was in her the very soul of music. She +lived in a wretched garret, with a dirty, slouchy woman whom she called +aunt, and loved as only a child or a woman can love one from whom she +receives no sign of affection. Miserable as such a life was, it might +have been worse.</p> + +<p>One day Nell's aunt was brought home on a shutter; she had been run over +by a carriage, and instantly killed.</p> + +<p>Now Nell was indeed destitute; no money, and no friends but her rough +neighbors. But these, though rough, were not hard-hearted; they would +have given her money, but they had none themselves, except what they +earned or stole each day. So they told her, if she wanted her aunt +buried properly, she must go out at night and sing, in which way she +would very likely earn enough, as people would pity so young a child.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[Pg 435]</a></span></p> + +<p>So that night poor little Nell set out on her work of love. She walked +till she reached the broad streets and handsome houses that form the +London which the world knows. Here she sang. In the clear silent night +the childish voice rang out, and the hour and the stillness made its +wistful tones sound wild and weird. Up one street and down another the +little figure went singing, while its heart seemed breaking. A strange +excitement bore her up, and she felt no fatigue.</p> + +<p>Her pathetic appeal was not in vain; it seemed to touch the hearts, and, +what is more difficult, the pockets, of all who heard her. When midnight +came, she thought of stopping only because most of the houses had closed +for the night, and there was little more to be obtained. So she took her +last stand in front of a fine old house in Kensington Square, in whose +windows lights were still burning. It was the home of Barech, the great +musician. As the tones of Nell's voice broke on the stillness of the +night, he paused in the work he was doing, and after a moment rose and +threw open the window. With amazement he saw the little childish figure +standing in the light of the street lamp, and while his artist's ear +drank in the wonderful tones with delight, his fatherly heart filled +with pity for the desolate child. When Nell ceased, he called to her, +and descending, opened the door and took her in.</p> + +<p>From that moment Nell was no longer destitute, no longer friendless. In +Barech she had found a friend who never deserted her. Captivated by her +voice, he took the little waif into his heart and home, and thenceforth +she was protected, cared for, and educated. And he was amply rewarded +when, in after-years, the fame of Helen Barech spread over England. No +one then ever dreamed that the great singer began her career years ago, +one dark night, under the stars, a little outcast singing for money to +bury her dead.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HES_MY_FRIEND_A_TRUE_STORY" id="HES_MY_FRIEND_A_TRUE_STORY"></a>"HE'S MY FRIEND."—A TRUE STORY.</h2> + +<h3>BY AUNT FANNY.</h3> + +<p>Charley was the son of a young, rich, and beautiful widow, who lived in +one of the splendid up-town hotels of New York city. His mother was a +very busy woman, for she was a manager of the "Children's Retreat," the +"Children's Relief," the "Old Ladies' Mitigation Society," and ever so +many other charities, and these took up so much of her time that her own +poor little half-orphaned Charley was left pretty much to himself; for +Lizzie, his nurse, spent most of her time laughing and talking with the +other servants.</p> + +<p>So Charley amused himself running up and down the stairs, and taking +trips with the elevator man, who was very fond of the bright little +fellow.</p> + +<p>One day Charley wandered down the wide stairs, and along a corridor or +hall. He was throwing up a little ball and catching it as he went. At +the end of the hall he saw through an open door another flight of +stairs, very narrow, and rather dark. It was the stairs for the +servants' use.</p> + +<p>"Hallo!" cried Charley, "here are some more stairs," and like the +learned monkey that let nothing escape him on his travels, down the +stairs went the boy on a voyage of discovery.</p> + +<p>When he came to the bottom, which was far below the level of the street +outside, he walked along to an open door, and saw something which +dimpled his face all over with smiles; for, standing like a heron on one +leg, leaning against the wall opposite the door, was <i>another boy</i>. He +was twirling a little paper windmill fastened to a stick; his great +black eyes were dancing with glee, and as he laughed he showed two rows +of snow-white even teeth. At a stationary wash-tub was a big woman +washing clothes, and singing softly to herself, "'Way down in ole +Virginny."</p> + +<p>Neither of them saw Charley, so, by way of introducing himself, he said, +"Hallo, boy."</p> + +<p>The woman turned quickly round, and exclaimed, "Why, honey, whar did yer +come from?"</p> + +<p>"I came down stairs; may I come in?" asked Charley, adding, quickly, "I +want to play with that boy."</p> + +<p>"Course you can; come right in," said the black woman, for she was +nearly as black as ink, but there was a sweet, honest expression in her +broad face, and a welcoming tone in her voice, which brought Charley +quickly in, with a little laugh, to the side of the other boy.</p> + +<p>And he—oh, how black he was! but as clean and neatly dressed as soap +and water and nice clothes could make him, for Juliet, his mother, loved +her little son, and she took good care that his manners were as nice as +his clothes. He held out his hand to Charley, and, making a queer little +bow, said, "How do you do, sir? I hope you are very well." Then he +twisted one leg tighter than ever round the other, and gave a vigorous +twirl to his paper windmill.</p> + +<p>"Hey! I like that," said Charley. "Let <i>me</i> try to do it."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes," said the other, "but this is the best way—to hold it straight +out, and run fast."</p> + +<p>So Charley took the windmill, and both boys went scampering and +galloping round the room, the windmill flying round famously, until the +boys were quite out of breath.</p> + +<p>"What's your name?" asked Charley, as they were resting together in a +large old rocking-chair.</p> + +<p>"George Washington Johnson. What's <i>your</i> name?"' asked the black boy, +in return, rocking the chair as hard as he could.</p> + +<p>"My name is Charley Lee. I like you. Will you be my friend?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes; will you be mine?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and we'll play together every single day."</p> + +<p>Just then Juliet went away with a great basket of clothes, to hang them +up in a room where they were quickly dried by steam; and Charley, taking +George's hand, said, "Come up stairs with me, and take a ride in the +elevator."</p> + +<p>What a blissful invitation for George! They tumbled up stairs in their +delightful hurry, ran through the door into the broad hall, to the +elevator, and the moment it appeared, Charley cried out,</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mike, open the door; George wants to ride up and down with me; +<i>he's my friend</i>."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he's your friend, is he?" said Mike, puckering up his eyes at +George Washington; "and a very pretty color he is, too. Well, step in, +Snowball."</p> + +<p>"His name isn't Snowball; it's George Washington," said Charley.</p> + +<p>The elevator man laughed, and the two boys got closer together in a +corner, pretending that it was a balloon, and they were sailing up and +down in the air; and there they sat, in a state of perfect happiness.</p> + +<p>The two boys never quarrelled. George had a sweet disposition, and was +ready to do anything Charley proposed. They loved each other dearly, and +many were the slices of bread and butter, spread thickly over with +molasses, to which the two friends were treated by the good-natured +washer-woman. They never sat down to eat them; oh no! they capered, and +danced, and burst out laughing when they tumbled over a broomstick or a +bench, and seemed to grow rosier and fatter every day. That is, Charley +grew rosier, and George's smooth black skin grew shinier, which was the +same thing—for him.</p> + +<p>The little black boy was often permitted by his mother to go out toward +Fourth Avenue, and run over one of the high arched bridges which covers +the Fourth Avenue Railroad, and he did not think he was doing wrong when +one day he asked Charley to go too.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, I will," he cried, in a great state of delight.</p> + +<p>As soon as they arrived at the bridge, they began chasing each other +over it; and then Charley said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, George, let's play that we are travellers, hunting for a whale. I +heard my mamma talking about one that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[Pg 436]</a></span> was on ex-ex-exedition down by +the river. She said that it was 'most a mile long."</p> + +<p>"Goody!" cried George. "What a mons'ous whale!"</p> + +<p>So the boys ran down the street toward the East River a long, long way, +and presently they got to some rocks, upon the top of which were a +number of miserable wooden houses called shanties.</p> + +<p>Geese, pigs, chickens, and a forlorn, starved-looking dog were poking +about for something to eat. Near by was a great heap of coal ashes. Some +bad-looking boys were raking the ashes up into a sort of mound on top of +the heap; but a moment after, they ran away to see an organ-grinder and +a monkey which had come upon the rocks. Charley and George would have +run too, had not their ears caught the sound of a stifled piteous +mewing, which seemed to issue out of the very middle of the ash heap.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked both boys at once.</p> + +<p>"Mew! me—ew!" came again from the ashes.</p> + +<p>"It's a cat!" exclaimed Charley; "and it is inside of those ashes. I do +believe those boys thought it was dead, and buried it. Let's hurry and +dig it out."</p> + +<p>Charley and George worked hard, but they had nothing but their hands to +work with, and they threw the ashes all over their clothes; but the +piteous mewing came quicker and louder, and in a few moments the gray +head of a live kitten popped out of the ashes; then two gray paws, and +soon the whole kitten was liberated.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you poor little thing!" said Charley, trying with soft pats to get +the ashes out of its fur, while George took out of his pocket a queer +little pocket-handkerchief, six inches square, with A B C all round the +edge, and a portrait of his great namesake in the middle, and said, in a +tender tone, "Here, poor kitty, let me wipe your nose; don't cry any +more;" and he wiped it so softly that it really seemed to comfort the +afflicted little creature.</p> + +<p>"Let's run home with it," said Charley.</p> + +<p>"And give it some milk," said George.</p> + +<p>"And wash it clean," said Charley.</p> + +<p>"And dry it in the steam-room," said George.</p> + +<p>No sooner said than done. Charley carried the kitten one block, and then +George the next, and so on in turn, until at last they got back to the +hotel, and rushed down into the laundry, where Juliet was beginning to +feel worried at their long absence.</p> + +<p>"La sakes!" she cried, when she saw the plight they were in, "whar have +you ben gone? Why, you look jes like ole Bobby de ash-man. Whar you get +dat ar cat? Why, George Washington! you's a disgrace to your raisin'! +How you spec' I'se gwine' to make you look genteel if you cum home dat +ar way?"</p> + +<p>"Oh," said George, rolling his eyes at his mother—"oh, we've had such +s'prising 'wenters; we went to see a whale."</p> + +<p>"Whale! is dat what you call a whale?" said Juliet, pointing to the poor +little kitten, which he was hugging tight to his breast.</p> + +<p>Then Charley spoke up, and when Juliet had heard of the "surprising +adventures," she was sorry she had been the least bit cross with the +kind-hearted little fellows. To make up for it, she gave the kitten a +saucer of warm milk, and taking off the soiled clothes of the boys, and +washing their faces and hands, she put two funny little night-gowns upon +them, and popped them into her bed, which was in a little room next to +the laundry. Then she caught up their clothes—for there was no time to +be lost—and popped <i>them</i> into a tub of hot water, with plenty of soap, +and in ten minutes they were just as clean as soap, water, and hard +rubbing could make them.</p> + +<p>Then she wrung them out with a will, shook them out with a flourish, and +running into the steam-room, hung them upon a horse—a clothes-horse, of +course. In ten minutes more they were dry enough to iron, and she +polished them with the hot and heavy irons at such a rate that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[Pg 437]</a></span> they +fairly shone, and she shone too.</p> + +<p>When the boys were called, and Juliet put on their clothes again, they +looked cleaner, brighter, and happier than ever.</p> + +<p>The kitten was adopted as a friend too, and had soon shook and licked +itself clean, and it lived a very comfortable life down in the laundry.</p> + +<p>One day, for a wonder, Charley's mother staid at home. She was expecting +a call from her lawyer, Judge Spencer, upon some business. When he came +he had a long talk with Charley.</p> + +<p>Presently Charley said: "I want to tell you something. I've a friend; +his name is George."</p> + +<p>"Only one friend?" asked the Judge, laughing.</p> + +<p>"But he's my 'tic'lar friend," explained Charley. "May I bring him to +see you? He's real nice."</p> + +<p>"Does he live in the hotel?" asked Charley's mother, who had never heard +of him.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes," replied Charley, "and he and I have a <i>love-aly</i> kitten—we +take care of it."</p> + +<p>"Well, bring him in—the kitten too," said the good Judge; "that is, if +your mother consents."</p> + +<p>"Oh, certainly," said Mrs. Lee.</p> + +<p>So Charley rushed down the narrow stairs, and found George playing with +the kitten, and looking as neat and clean as a new pin.</p> + +<p>"Come, George, come up with me to mamma's parlor. Judge Spencer is +there; he wants to see you, and the kitten too."</p> + +<p>They went up stairs, and softly opening the door of the parlor, and +holding George's hand tightly, Charley walked quickly up to the Judge +and said, "Here's my friend; he can't help being black!"</p> + +<p>For one moment astonishment kept Charley's mamma and the Judge silent. +Then the good man held out his hand to the black boy, and taking Charley +on his knee kissed him tenderly. That warm, loving kiss told Charley +that the Judge understood it all. His face grew radiant, his eyes rested +affectionately on his friend, and then he leaned toward George, and put +the beloved kitten in his arms. "You hold it now," he said.</p> + +<p>With a cautionary wave of his hand, the Judge prevented Mrs. Lee from +reproving Charley for his choice of a friend; then he sent them into the +next room, and had a long talk with the widow, the result of which was +that, after inquiring about George, and finding how good his "raisin'" +was, as Juliet called it, Charley was still permitted to play with him. +And to this very day (for all this has happened within a few months) if +you ask Charley Lee who George Washington Johnson is, he will answer at +once, "<i>He's my friend.</i>"</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="600" height="436" alt="THE LITTLE GOSSIPS.—Drawn by H. P. Wolcott." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE LITTLE GOSSIPS.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by H. P. Wolcott.</span></span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="511" height="600" alt="SUSPENSE.-Drawn by J. E. Kelly." title="" /> +<span class="caption">SUSPENSE.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by J. E. Kelly.</span></span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_SOLEMN_OLD_LADY" id="THE_SOLEMN_OLD_LADY"></a>THE SOLEMN OLD LADY.</h2> + +<h3>BY W. L. PETERS.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">There was once a wee boy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">With an excellent face.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Who was seen every Sunday</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">At church in his place;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And there this wee boy was accustomed to stare</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">At a solemn old lady with lavender hair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Who used to sit opposite to him.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">But when the long service</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Was over at last,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">He would wait at the</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Vestibule door till she passed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And then she would stop on her way from the pew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And propound a conundrum, which he never knew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">For she asked him the "drift of the sermon."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">By-and-by, when the little boy's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Manhood came round,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">The whole world an unanswered</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Conundrum he found.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And he can no more answer it now, I declare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Than he could the old lady with lavender hair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Who used to sit opposite to him.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 382px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="382" height="400" alt="THE WEE BOY IN CHURCH.—Drawn by C. A. Northam." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE WEE BOY IN CHURCH.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by C. A. Northam.</span></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[Pg 438]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="253" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX." title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Smith's Hill, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live on the east branch of Feather River, in California. I go to +school in a school-house made of logs. The scholars are all +Germans and Indians. Swallows generally come here in February, but +this year we did not see any till the 9th of March. I saw a +picture of the snow-flower in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 7. It grows on the +hills near my home, and blooms in June. Lupin and larkspur and +many other flowers also grow here. I am seven years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Lou R. K.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Downieville, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am twelve years old, and I live in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, +about four thousand feet above the sea-level, with my aunt and +uncle. The snow is two feet and a half deep (April 11), and I can +not look for willow "pussies" myself, but this afternoon my uncle +was out over the snow, and he found some, which I send you. These +are the first I have ever seen. A few days ago there was a flock +of robins in our back yard, and they went skipping and hopping +about quite happy. I have a pigeon, and his name is Bob. When I +hold out my hand to him with wheat in it, he will come and eat, +and when he has eaten all the wheat, he will turn around and fight +me. Can you tell me why the 1st of April is called All-fools' Day?</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mary A. R.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The origin of April-fools' Day is unknown. If you have <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. +18, read the answer to Zella T., in the Post-office Box.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Colfax, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My uncle subscribed to <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for a New-Year's present to +me, and I do not believe he could have found a paper I would have +liked better if he had hunted all over the United States. But I +can not enjoy it alone, so when I get all through reading it, I +send it to a little friend. I only moved to California eight +months ago. I have twenty-two real dolls, and every one has a +change of under-clothing and several dresses. I have one hundred +and ten paper dolls. They all have names, and a history, which I +know by heart. I send you some pressed California flowers and +fern. I am twelve years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Jeannie K. P.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Woburn, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am ten years old. I have no pets now, but I had a Newfoundland +dog named Nero, and a pussy named Major. On the 14th of April I +was in the woods, and I found two buttercups. They were the first +wild flowers I have seen this year.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Clarence E. L.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live in Upper Sandusky, Ohio, on the banks of the Sandusky +River. This is a very historical country. It was named after a +tribe of Indians called the Wyandottes, who burned Colonel +Crawford at the stake on the 11th of June, 1782. In the southern +part of this town is a tree called the "Big Sycamore." It is +sixteen feet in diameter, and about one hundred and fifty feet +high. It has several limbs that are from five to eight feet in +diameter. I have some pet ducks I think a great deal of, and a +sheep named Dick, that follows me everywhere.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Willie B. G.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Syracuse, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>We have three little canary-birds. They can feed themselves, and +mamma has put them in another cage. Their names are Yellowtop, +Sport, and Baby. The mother bird has made a new nest, and this +morning she has two eggs in it. If Daisy Balch will softly stroke +her bird through the wires of the cage every evening at dusk, he +will soon allow her to put her finger inside the cage, and will +peck at a little sugar on the end of her finger, and will no doubt +perch on it. All this will need patience. I like the "Tar Baby" +story so much, and "Mother Goose's May Party."</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Ethel</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Niagara Falls, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live on the Niagara River, three miles and a half above the +falls. I go to school at Niagara Falls village, and have walked +nearly all winter in all kinds of weather, although it is nearly +four miles. I have a little wild rabbit—black, white, and brown. +I had two, but the other ran away. We have a white cat and kitten. +The cat came to us nine years ago, when it was a little bit of a +thing. It stands on its hind-legs when it wants something to eat, +and never scratches. We have a water-spaniel named Music. He does +not like to hear any one play the piano in a minor key.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">F. T.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Norwich, Connecticut</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am ten years old. I like to read <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. The Post-office +Box letters are nice. Katie R. P. says she collects insects. So +does my papa. He puts lumps of cyanide of potassium, bought at the +druggist's, in a bottle, and mixes plaster of Paris with water +until it is like dough, and then pours it over the potassium. When +it dries, the bottle is ready for use. Five cents' worth lasts a +season, and is cheaper than ether, papa says, and works better. +When the butterflies are dead, he spreads them on a board to dry, +spreading their wings carefully and evenly, and holding them in +place with pins. Papa has butterflies all the way from China. He +has as many as five hundred kinds. He raises them just as people +do chickens, right from the egg. He calls the worms his +pets—great green ones. I get food for them. They eat lots. He +calls worms larvæ, which he says means baby butterflies.</p> + +<p>That butterfly Bessie F. had was the Danais, papa thinks. +Butterflies are all foreigners, and have queer names I don't +understand. The worm of the Danais is found on milkweed, papa +tells me. It does not spin a cocoon, but forms a chrysalis—a +handsome green sack that looks like an ear-drop, with gold and +black spots on it.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Walter H. P.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>It is scarcely safe to recommend the handling of cyanide of potassium, +in any form whatever, to our young readers, as it is one of the most +terrible of poisons, and works much mischief and suffering by merely +coming in contact with a slight cut on the finger.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Greensburg, Kentucky</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live on the top of a cliff almost two hundred feet high. The +scenery is beautiful. You can see for a distance of twenty miles in +almost every direction. There is an old field on our farm in which +papa thinks the Indians fought a battle, because there are so many +flint arrow-heads there. My brother and I are saving them, because +we like to have them in our room.</p> + +<p>I caught seven woodchucks with my dog. I am fourteen years old, and +own a horse of my own. I bought her about two years ago. I have a +goat that I work in a wagon I made myself. In autumn and winter I +go to school, and in spring and summer I work on the farm, which I +like pretty well. There are several caves on our farm. In one of +them I have been in over a hundred yards. I like to read all of the +letters in <span class="smcap">Young People's</span> Post-office Department. +</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">John H. B.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jersey City, New Jersey</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have been intending to write to the Post-office Box ever since I +began to take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, which papa gave me for a Christmas +present. I have a pet cat, which I call Fluff, after the kitty I +read about in the Christmas number. My Fluff is very much like +that kitty, only she never went to church in her owner's muff.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mattie J.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Pontotoc, Mississippi</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I see most of your little correspondents live in the far North and +West, and I thought you might like to hear from a little Southern +girl, who likes <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. I am nine years old. I +have no sister, and but one brother. My papa is a doctor, and is +often from home; so when Buddie and I are at school, mamma is +alone. I love to go to school. I have two cats—Muldrow and +Dumpie. I will write about our beautiful birds next time.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">D. R. H.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ridley Park, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am trying to collect a cabinet of curiosities, and have quite a +lot of things already. I have pieces of celebrated foreign +buildings, English street-car tickets, Lake George diamonds, the +rattle of a rattle-snake, and other things.</p> + +<p>I think the "Letter from a Land Turtle" is very interesting. I had +a young water turtle that I could cover with a two-cent piece. I +saw a very funny ants' bed the other day. It was an oyster shell, +with the edges all covered with sand, except on one place, where +the ants went in. I think it must have been a very cozy house. +Will you please tell me something about the habits of ants?</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">C. B. F.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Auburn, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have no pets, but we have a nice flower garden. One of the boy +correspondents of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> asked if we had ever seen a +tarantula, or California spider. We have one five or six inches +long, preserved in alcohol. My uncle sent it to us from Nevada. He +says the webs are so strong that people use them for thread.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Bertie S.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would like to exchange pressed wild flowers with some little +girl living in the East. I would like some small bouquets for a +scrap-book. We have a great variety of beautiful wild flowers +here. I have one sister and two brothers. My pet is a sheep. She +will leave the herd to come to me. She eats bread, and tobacco +too, when the shepherd gives it to her. Her name is Susie.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel Sharp</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Buchanan, Fresno County, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">New York City</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am a great admirer of Shakspeare. I have just finished reading +<i>Macbeth</i>. I have seen Edwin Booth play Hamlet. My mother has read +aloud to me <i>King Richard III.</i> and many others of these plays. I +am also very fond of history. I first read <i>Peter Parley's +Universal History</i>, next Dickens's <i>Child's History of England</i>, +and since many other books of historical tales. I am now reading +Guizot's <i>Popular History of France</i>. There are six large volumes, +and I have finished the third volume to-day.</p> + +<p>I think you will be interested to hear about my Bible. It is the +elegant "Illuminated Bible" which was "published by Harper & +Brothers, 82 Cliff Street," just before the fire, which destroyed +all the plates of "sixteen hundred historical engravings." I read +in it every Sunday, and almost every morning. I have read the Old +Testament in course to the end of Chronicles, and I am pretty +familiar with the rest of the Bible.</p> + +<p>I was paralyzed when I was sixteen months old, and have not the +use of my right hand. As yet I can not write well with my left. I +am twelve years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">S. Cassius E.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jersey City, New Jersey</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My sister Gertie and I had each a small turtle. They were kept in +a glass globe in the house all winter, and about a week ago we put +them out in the yard in a large pan. To-day, when I went out to +see them, mine was dead. Can anyone tell me what was the matter +with it? They both had plenty of raw meat and earth-worms. The +water was changed every day, and there were large stones for them +to crawl up upon. We put the other turtle back in the glass globe +in the house.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mamie E.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Turtles prefer to bury themselves in the mud, and sleep all winter. +Perhaps had you allowed your turtle to follow its natural instincts, it +would not have died.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Provincetown, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am seven years old. I want to tell all the boys who read <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> that I live where they catch those big whales. My uncle +goes in a vessel after them. He has killed nine this spring. The +largest one was over sixty feet long, and made fifty barrels of +oil. They shoot the whales with a bomb-lance.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Freddie R. A.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Benton, Illinois</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I think it is a very interesting paper. I +am living in Benton now, and very soon I will have a little dog, a +lamb, and a pig. Some of you that live up North will think a pig +is a very strange pet; and yet when you think that the pig is +white and clean, then perhaps you would like him better. Perhaps I +shall have a canary-bird and a kitten, but I am not sure. +To-morrow I am going to see somebody weave a carpet. I have to +study history and French every day except Saturday and Sunday. I +like to study them when they are easy enough.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Lilian McD.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Janesville, Wisconsin</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I found hepaticas on the 7th of April, and anemones a little +later. Violets, shooting-stars, Solomon's-seal, wild geranium, and +jack-in-the-pulpit are in blossom now (May 14), as well as other +wild flowers. I have seen woodpeckers, orioles, lots of robins and +blue jays, brown thrushes, and bluebirds. When I was going out in +the yard this morning I saw several chipmunks.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Alice C. L.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Prosperity, South Carolina</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live down in "Dear old South Carolina." We have a nice flower +garden, and there are plenty of flowers in blossom already. It has +been very warm this winter. I did not start to wearing shoes till +nearly Christmas, and I pulled them off again on my birthday, +which was the 4th of March.</p> + +<p>My father is an editor, and we get a great many papers to read. I +am very much interested in "Across the Ocean." I used to live up +in the snow, on the banks of the Potomac.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">J. W. H.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Baltimore, Maryland</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live in the city, but I have got some chickens, and am very much +interested in them. I have raised some; but there is an old cat +that has eaten eleven of them, and I can not kill her. I have +pigeons too, and have raised a good many. I read a letter in <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> No. 13 from a little boy who hatched a chicken by putting +the egg in ashes. I wish he would tell me how he kept the egg +warm.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Henry W.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brooklyn, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have tried Nellie H.'s recipe for sugar candy, and I found it +very nice indeed. I intend to try Puss Hunter's recipe for cake, +and I will let her know my success.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Christabel V.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Elmira, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Here is a recipe for chocolate caramels for the cooking club: One +cup and a half of sugar; one cup of grated chocolate; one cup of +milk; one cup of molasses; a piece of butter the size of an egg; +one tea-spoonful of vanilla. Let the mixture boil twenty minutes, +and then pour it in buttered tins to cool.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Fanny S.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fort Union, New Mexico</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am nine years old. I do not go to school, but I study at home, +and I can write pretty well. I tried the recipe that Nellie H. +sent, and it was very nice. I tried it several times. I had a +canary once, but it died, and papa buried it under a tree.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Margaret R. MacN.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Fannie A. Hartwell and Bertha C. M. send recipes for doll's cup-cake for +Puss Hunter's cooking club, but as they are almost the same as the one +from Bessie L. S., printed in Post-office Box No. 28, we do not repeat +them. The domestic<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[Pg 439]</a></span> inclinations of these little housekeepers of the +future are very pleasing, and we hope other little girls will send +recipes for the cooking club, which should certainly be encouraged.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Geneva Lake, Wisconsin</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I will be ten years old in July. I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I think +there never was such a nice little paper. We have live +cherry-trees, and they are all in bloom (May 7). We live near the +lake, and my little brother and I play on the shore almost every +day. They are launching two large steamers to-day. Papa, mamma, +and I went out fishing not long ago; we did not catch even one +fish, but we enjoyed the sail very much. I am going to the woods +to-morrow, and will send "Wee Tot" some wild flowers. I have a pet +kitty and a little Skye terrier, and every one likes to see them +play together.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Frankie P.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am eleven years old. I take <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, and I like +the Post-office Box best of all. I have two pet pigeons. They are +very tame, and fly to me when I go out; I never feed them except +out of my hands. I would like to exchange pressed flowers with any +little girl.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Fanny Lawrence</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Dedham, Massachusetts.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have about five hundred specimens and curiosities of different +kinds which I would like to exchange with any correspondents of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I myself have a cabinet of about one thousand +specimens. Letters or packages may be addressed to</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Franklin J. Kaufman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">40 Butternut Street, Syracuse, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Buchanan, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am ten years old. My father takes <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for me, and I +enjoy it very much. I save all my money to buy Du Chaillu's books. +I have three now, and mean to get them all. Will you please tell +me if Du Chaillu is alive yet? I hope he is, and is making some +more books for us boys. I have a pet horned owl. He snaps his bill +and hisses at me.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Eugene S.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Mr. Du Chaillu is alive, and in excellent health. You will be pleased to +know, also, that he is hard at work on new books, which promise to be of +even greater interest than those already published.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">A.H. Ellard</span>.—See answer to B., Post-office Box No. 23.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">S. A. S.</span>—Rabbits eat cabbage, clover, cracker and milk, and almost all +kinds of vegetables, herbage, or grain. Do not give them parsley, as it +is said to be poisonous to them.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My first is in bloom, but not in fade.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My second is in shadow, but not in shade.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My third is in gloomy, but not in grave.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fourth is in valiant, but not in brave.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fifth is in anvil, but not in forge.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My sixth is in chasm, but not in gorge.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My seventh is in tares, but not in weeds.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole was a man of noble deeds.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Lottie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE.</h3> + +<p>A city in Spain. A city in France. A sea of the Eastern Continent +traversed by many ships. In Russia. A famous mountain of Asia Minor. A +city in Belgium. A city in Spain. Centrals read downward spell the name +of a city in Germany.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">C. P. T.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>DIAMOND PUZZLE.</h3> + +<p class="center">In combine. A boy's name. Jovial. Barren. In gipsy.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Johnny R. G.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARE.</h3> + +<p class="center">First, endure. Second, imagination. Third, precious. Fourth, a title.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Pierre</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My first is in rat, but not in mouse.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My second is in pheasant, but not in grouse.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My third is in limp, but not in stiff.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fourth is in smoke, but not in whiff.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fifth is in waistcoat, but not in vest.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My sixth is in eager, but not in zest.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My seventh is in high, but not in low.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole was a courtier of long ago,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">An author who travelled in foreign lands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And died at last by cruel hands.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">North Star</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<h3>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h3> + +<p class="center">Silent. A man's name. A beloved relative. An empire. An ancient Greek +author. Answer—Two celebrated authors.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Harry M.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 28.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>L</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>R</td><td align='left'>I</td><td align='left'>P</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>I</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>C</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>P</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>D</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>C</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>N</td><td align='center'>ante</td><td align='right'>S</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O</td><td align='center'>czako</td><td align='right'>W</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>R</td><td align='center'>om</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>W</td><td align='center'>exfor</td><td align='right'>D</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A</td><td align='center'>licant</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Y</td><td align='center'>ucata</td><td align='right'>N</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Norway, Sweden.</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">Cabbage-rose.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<p class="center">Make hay while the sun shines.</p> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<p class="center">Mayflower.</p> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<p class="center">Noon.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p class="center">A Personation, on page 392—Shakspeare.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Samuel H. Manning, Grace N. Whiting, H. E. +Stout, C. W. Lisk, C. Bingham, Adella Titus, Lottie Noble, N. E. +Portlock, Howard E. Meiller, W. T. Sears, Dotty Seaman, Josie L. Moore, +G. C. Meyer, Charlie Stewart, Lena B.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Spier, Cora Frost, +Paul Beardsley, J. R. Blake, William and Mary Tiddy, Edward May, Willie +Draper, John McClintock, Bennie Lynch, Eva L. Pearson, George W. +Hambridge, J. S. Peabody, Willie F. Dix, Eddie A. Leet, Mattie Jameson, +C. Steele, Hattie Norris, Bert J., Mary E. DeWitt, "A School-Boy," +Minnie H. Ingham, Louisa Gates, George Schilling, S. Cassius Ensworth, +G. Dudley Kyte, Rebecca Hedges, Bessie Eaton, Violet, Fanny S., S. A. +Hibbs, Ada B. Vouté, Leon M. Fobes, Alice Dudley, George H. Radley, +H. G. B., C. D. P., Jimmie B. Tallman, Helen W. Dean, Louisa J. Gray, +Albert E. Seibert.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at +the following rates—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>:</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span></td><td align='right'>$0.04</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Five Subscriptions</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>7.00</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER or DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<h3>ADVERTISING.</h3> + +<p>The extent and character of the circulation of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> +will render it a first-class medium for advertising. A limited number of +approved advertisements will be inserted on two inside pages at 75 cents +per line.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Address</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 30em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 35em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>FISHING OUTFITS.</h2> + +<h3>CATALOGUE FREE.</h3> + +<h3>R. SIMPSON, 132 Nassau Street, N. Y.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p class="center">Our Children's Songs. Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental Cover, $1.00.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>Songs for the nursery, songs for childhood, for girlhood, boyhood, +and sacred songs—the whole melody of childhood and youth bound in +one cover. Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces; +charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling +pictures.—<i>Churchman</i>, N. Y.</p> + +<p>The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever +seen.—<i>New Bedford Mercury.</i></p> + +<p>This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for +boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a +wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.—<i>Philadelphia +Ledger.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span> <i>will send the above work by mail, +postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on receipt of the +price</i>.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHILDREN'S</h2> + +<h2>PICTURE-BOOKS.</h2> + +<p class="center">Square 4to, about 800 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted +Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50 +per volume.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Harrison Weir</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Bible Picture-Book.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by <span class="smcap">Steinle</span>, <span class="smcap">Overbeck</span>, +<span class="smcap">Veit</span>, <span class="smcap">Schnorr</span>, &c.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture Fable-Book.</h3> + +<p class="center">Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations +by <span class="smcap">Harrison Weir</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty-one Illustrations by <span class="smcap">W. Harvey</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty-one Illustrations by <span class="smcap">W. Harvey</span>.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Old Books for Young Readers.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Arabian Nights' Entertainments.</h3> + +<p class="center">The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights' +Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with +Explanatory Notes, by <span class="smcap">E. W. Lane</span>. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2 +vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.</p> + +<h3>Robinson Crusoe.</h3> + +<p class="center">The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, +Mariner. By <span class="smcap">Daniel Defoe</span>. With a Biographical Account of Defoe. +Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p> + +<h3>The Swiss Family Robinson.</h3> + +<p class="center">The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures of a Father and Mother +and Four Sons on a Desert Island. Illustrated. 2 vols., 18mo, +Cloth, $1.50.</p> + +<p class="center">The Swiss Family Robinson—Continued: being a Sequel to the +Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p> + +<h3>Sandford and Merton.</h3> + +<p class="center">The History of Sandford and Merton. By <span class="smcap">Thomas Day</span>. 18mo, Half +Bound, 75 cents.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[Pg 440]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="517" height="600" alt="PLAYING "HOOKEY."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">PLAYING "HOOKEY."<br /><br />"Jimmy, I wonder if School's out yet?"</span> +</div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><b>A Good Samaritan who would not tell his Name.</b>—Oberlin, the well-known +philanthropist of Steinthal, while yet a candidate for the ministry, was +travelling on one occasion from Strasburg. It was in the winter-time. +The ground was deeply covered with snow, and the roads were almost +impassable. He had reached the middle of his journey, and was among the +mountains, but by that time was so exhausted that he could stand up no +longer. He was rapidly freezing to death. Sleep began to overcome him; +all power to resist it left him. He commended himself to God, and +yielded to what he felt to be the sleep of death. He knew not how long +he slept, but suddenly became conscious of some one rousing him and +waking him up. Before him stood a wagon-driver in his blue blouse, the +wagon being not far away. He gave him a little wine and food, and warmth +returned. He then helped him into the wagon, and brought him to the next +village. The rescued man was profuse in his thanks, and offered money, +which his benefactor refused. "It is only a duty to help one another," +said the wagoner, "and it is the next thing to an insult to offer a +reward for such a service." "Then," replied Oberlin, "at least tell me +your name, that I may have you in thankful remembrance before God." "I +see," said the wagoner, "that you are a minister of the Gospel: please +tell me the name of the Good Samaritan." "That," said Oberlin, "I can +not do, for it was not put on record." "Then," replied the wagoner, +"until you can tell me his name, permit me to withhold mine." Soon he +had driven out of sight, and Oberlin never saw him again.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><b>Earthquakes in Chili.</b>—In some parts of South America men keep their +"earthquake coats," which are dresses that can be put on +instantaneously, with a view to a speedy exit from the house. The +advisability of such a practice may be inferred from the picture of one +of the features of life in Chili which is set forth in the following +extract from a letter of a young Englishman, who settled at Valparaiso a +few years ago. Under date of November 16 he writes: "I am in a most +nervous state on account of having had three days and nights of +successive earthquakes—fearful ones. The first night I walked the +streets, and indeed every one else did the same; the second night I went +to bed quite exhausted at about 3 <span class="smcap">a.m.</span>; last night also at about 2 <span class="smcap">a.m.</span>, +but I could not sleep, for we had about six shocks, though not so +strong. The whole cornice of a house close to ours came down into the +street, but luckily no one was passing at the time. The women rush into +the street in their night dresses, screaming like lunatics, and one +trembles from head to foot. I was crossing our street when the strongest +shock came, and I was transfixed with fright, for the road was going up +and down like waves. My hand even now shakes, for at any moment we may +have another, and how strong it may be no one can tell. I can assure you +I am afraid to take off my clothes. The large squares have been filled +for the last three nights with beds and people wrapped up in blankets."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SOLUTION_OF_THE_PASHA_PUZZLE" id="SOLUTION_OF_THE_PASHA_PUZZLE"></a>SOLUTION OF THE PASHA PUZZLE.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 277px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="277" height="300" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>This is the solution of the Pasha Puzzle given on page 424 of <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> No. 30. The puzzle was to make Hobart Pasha by combining a fort, +two sabres, two British gun-boats, two bayonets, a bomb-shell, and three +birds; and here you have an accurate (?) likeness of the fire-eating +Turk.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE"></a>CHARADE</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My first is solemn and sedate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Or ought to be, that's certain;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But sometimes, owing to the state</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Of human passions, or to fate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">It is a scene of fierce debate</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And wrath; but ere it is too late</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">I'll stop, and draw the curtain.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My second visits many lands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">In bright and stormy weather;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">'Tis fair to see across the sands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Though never quite at rest it stands;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">One mind alone its course commands;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Within are many hearts and hands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Most strangely met together.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My whole is thought a happy time,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Its praise is often sounded;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">'Tis told in books, 'tis sung in rhyme,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">In every age and every clime;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Of youth and manhood 'tis the prime,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Except when on the sordid grime</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Of avarice 'tis founded.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="600" height="267" alt="THE DOG PUZZLE." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE DOG PUZZLE.</span> +</div> + +<p class="center">Here is a picture of two dogs ready for a fight. With one straight cut +of the scissors transform it into the illustration of an old fable.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, June 1, 1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JUNE 1, 1880 *** + +***** This file should be named 28975-h.htm or 28975-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/9/7/28975/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, June 1, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: May 26, 2009 [EBook #28975] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JUNE 1, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 31. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, June 1, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 per +Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: THE MORAL PIRATES EXAMINE THEIR CRAFT.] + +THE MORAL PIRATES. + +BY WM. L. ALDEN. + + +CHAPTER I. + +"The truth is, John," said Mr. Wilson to his brother, "I am troubled +about my boy. Here it is the first of July, and he can't go back to +school until the middle of September. He will be idle all that time, and +I'm afraid he'll get into mischief. Now the other day I found him +reading a wretched story about pirates. Why should a son of mine care to +read about pirates?" + +"Because he's a boy. All boys like piratical stories. I know, when I was +a boy, I thought that if I could be either a pirate or a stage-driver I +should be perfectly happy. Of course you don't want Harry to read +rubbish; but it doesn't follow, because a boy reads stories about +piracy, that he wants to commit murder and robbery. I didn't want to +kill anybody: I wanted to be a moral and benevolent pirate. But here +comes Harry across the lawn. What will you give me if I will find +something for him to do this summer that will make him forget all about +piracy?" + +"I only wish you would. Tell me what your plan is." + +"Come here a minute, Harry," said Uncle John. "Now own up: do you like +books about pirates?" + +"Well, yes, uncle, I do." + +"So did I when I was your age. I thought it would be the best fun in the +world to be a Red Revenger of the Seas." + +"Wouldn't it, though!" exclaimed Harry. "I don't mean it would be fun +to kill people, and to steal watches, but to have a schooner of your +own, and go cruising everywhere, and have storms and--and--hurricanes, +you know." + +"Why shouldn't you do it this summer?" asked Uncle John. "If you want to +cruise in a craft of your own, you shall do it; that is, if your father +doesn't object. A schooner would be a little too big for a boy of +thirteen, but you and two or three other fellows might make a splendid +cruise in a row-boat. You could have a mast and sail, and you could take +provisions and things, and cruise from Harlem all the way up into the +lakes in the Northern woods. It would be all the same as piracy, except +that you would not be committing crimes, and making innocent people +wretched." + +"Uncle John, it would be just gorgeous! We'd have a gun, and a lot of +fishing-lines, and we could live on fish and bears. There's bears in the +woods, you know." + +"You won't find many bears, I'm afraid; but you would have to take a +gun, and you might possibly find a wild-cat or two. Who is there that +would go with you?" + +"Oh, there's Tom Schuyler, and Joe and Jim Sharpe; and there's Sam +McGrath--though he'd be quarrelling all the time. Maybe Charley Smith's +father would let him go. He is a first-rate fellow. You'd ought to see +him play base-ball once!" + +"Three boys besides yourself would be enough. If you have too many, +there will be too much risk of quarrelling. There is one thing you must +be sure of--no boy must go who can't swim." + +"Oh, all the fellows can swim, except Bill Town. He was pretty near +drowned last summer. He'd been bragging about what a stunning swimmer he +was, and the boys believed him; so one day one of the fellows shoved him +off the float, where we go in swimming at our school, and he thought he +was dead for sure. The water was only up to his neck, but he couldn't +swim a stroke." + +"Well, if you can get three good fellows to go with you--boys that you +know are not young scamps, but are the kind of boys that your father +would be willing to have you associate with--I'll give you a boat and a +tent, and you shall have a better cruise than any pirate ever had; for +no real pirate ever found any fun in being a thief and a murderer. You +go and see Tom and the Sharpe boys, and tell them about it. I'll see +about the boat as soon as you have chosen your crew." + +"You are quite sure that your plan is a good one?" asked Mr. Wilson, as +the boy vanished, with sparkling eyes, to search for his comrades. +"Isn't it very risky to let the boys go off by themselves in a boat? +Won't they get drowned?" + +"There is always more or less danger in boating," replied Uncle John; +"but the boys can swim; and they can not learn prudence and +self-reliance without running some risks. Yes, it is a good plan, I am +sure. It will give them plenty of exercise in the open air, and will +teach them to like manly, honest sports. You see that the reason Harry +likes piratical stories is his natural love of adventure. I venture to +predict that if their cruise turns out well, those four boys will think +stories of pirates are stupid as well as silly." + +So the matter was decided. Harry found that Tom Schuyler and the Sharpe +boys were delighted with the plan, and Uncle John soon obtained the +consent of Mr. Schuyler and Mr. Sharpe. The boys immediately began to +make preparations for the cruise; and Uncle John bought a row-boat, and +employed a boat-builder to make such alterations as were necessary to +fit it for service. + +The boat was what is called a Whitehall row-boat. She was seventeen feet +long, and rowed very easily, and she carried a small mast with a +spritsail. By Uncle John's orders an air-tight box, made of tin, was +fitted into each end of the boat, so that, even if she were to be filled +with water, the air in the tin boxes would float her. She was painted +white outside, with a narrow blue streak, and dark brown inside. Harry +named her the _Whitewing_; and his mother made a beautiful silk signal +for her, which was to be carried at the sprit when under sail, and on a +small staff at the bow of the boat at other times. For oars there were +two pairs of light seven-foot sculls, and a pair of ten-foot oars, each +of which was to be pulled by a single boy. The rudder was fitted with a +yoke and a pair of lines, and the sail was of new and very light canvas. +On one side of the boat was a little locker, made to hold a gun; and on +the other side were places for fishing-rods and fishing-tackle. When she +was brought around to Harlem, and Harry saw her for the first time, he +was so overjoyed that he turned two or three hand-springs, bringing up +during the last one against a post--an exploit which nearly broke his +shin, and induced his uncle to remark that he would never rise to +distinction as a Moral Pirate unless he could give up turning +hand-springs while on duty. + +Harry could row very fairly, for he belonged to a boat club at school. +It was not very much of a club; but then the club boat was not very much +of a boat, being a small, flat-bottomed skiff, which leaked so badly +that she could not be kept afloat unless one boy kept constantly at work +bailing. However, Harry learned to row in her, and he now found this +knowledge very useful. He was anxious to start on the cruise +immediately, but his uncle insisted that the crew must first be trained. +"I must teach you to sail, and you must teach your crew to row," said +Uncle John. "The Department will never consent to let a boat go on a +cruise unless her commander and her crew know their duty." + +"What's the Department?" asked Harry. + +"The Navy Department in the United States service has the whole charge +of the navy, and sends vessels where it pleases. Now I consider that I +represent a Department of Moral Piracy, and I therefore superintend the +fitting out of the _Whitewing_. You can't expect moral piracy to +flourish unless you respect the Department, and obey its orders." + +"All right, uncle," replied Harry. "Of course the Department furnishes +stores and everything else for a cruise, doesn't it?" + +"I suppose it must," said his uncle, laughing. "I didn't think of that +when I proposed to become a Department." + +The boys met every day at Harlem, and practiced rowing. Uncle John +taught them how to sail the boat, by letting them take her out under +sail when there was very little breeze, while he kept close alongside in +another boat very much like the _Whitewing_. Harry sat in the +stern-sheets, holding the yoke lines. Tom Schuyler, who was fourteen +years old, and a boy of more than usual prudence, sat on the nearest +thwart, and held the sheet, which passed under a cleat without being +made fast to it, in his hand. Next came Jim Sharpe, whose business it +was to unship the mast when the captain should order sail to be taken +in; and on the forward thwart sat Joe Sharpe, who was not quite twelve, +and who kept the boat-hook within reach, so as to use it on coming to +shore. The boys kept the same positions when rowing, Tom Schuyler being +the stroke. Uncle John told them that if every one always had the same +seat, and had a particular duty assigned to him, it would prevent +confusion and dispute, and greatly increase the safety of the vessel and +crew. + +It was not long before Harry could sail the boat nicely, and the others, +by attending closely to Uncle John's lessons, learned almost as much as +their young captain. So far as boat-sailing can be taught in fair +weather, Harry was carefully and thoroughly taught in six or seven +lessons, and could handle the _Whitewing_ beautifully; but the ability +to judge of the weather, to tell when it is going to blow, and how the +wind will probably shift, can, of course, be learned only by actual +experience. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +KENSINGTON CLOVER. + +BY MARCIA D. BRADBURY. + + + Such a hubbub in the meadow! + Such a rustling in the grass! + "I feel injured," sighed the daisy, + "Things have come to such a pass. + To be worked in colored worsted, + Ev'ry shade and line complete, + Isn't very compliment'ry + To a stylish marguerite." + + "One might call it," said the poppy, + In a tone of sleepy fun, + "Flowers raised by _crewel_ culture-- + Only, please, excuse the pun." + "Oh, don't joke on such a subject," + Said an innocent, rather low, + While from sev'ral other quarters + Came a disapproving "No." + + "Really," laughed a sweet red clover, + "I flushed up quite nervously + When I saw a head on canvas + So exceedingly like me. + If the honey-bee had been there, + He'd have buzzed about that leaf. + Ah! I only wish he had been; + 'Twould have served him right--the thief!" + + Suddenly through all this chatter + Came a voice, like music's flow, + From a little yellow violet + Growing in the marsh below. + All the flowers nodded silence + As she said--a little pause-- + "What a foolish fuss, my field-mates, + You have made with no real cause! + + "Are they fragrant? Can you smell them? + Though they are so bright and fair, + Do the breezes, when they touch them, + Carry incense on the air? + When they fade, will hidden blossoms + Take the places of those dead? + Shooting stems and growing leaflets + Crown the drooping plant instead?" + And the others, well contented, + When the violet's song was o'er, + Tossed their pretty heads and said they + Wouldn't worry any more. + + + + +A TREE ALBUM. + + +Many of our boys and girls, we venture to say, would like to know how to +make a collection of specimens illustrating the trees of their own +neighborhood and of other parts of the country. We hardly need remind +them that the only way to get a complete knowledge and to enjoy the +beauty of natural objects is to examine them closely, and find out all +their little peculiarities. We may take long walks through the groves +and woods, and spend a great deal of time there, and yet when we get +home we may know very little about them. We might remember that we had +seen a great many trees, but not be able to tell of what kinds they +were, how their branches and leaves were shaped, how tall they were, or +anything about them. + +Now such knowledge is very pleasant to have, and will afford a great +deal of pure enjoyment. The more we know about the beautiful trees, the +more we will value them, and find entertainment in admiring them. + +It is a good plan to bring home from our rambles small portions of them, +so that we can examine them minutely at our leisure. The bark, the +leaves, and the blossoms are the most important; they are what we look +at to recognize a tree, and we should have specimens of each. The first +necessary step is to find some way of arranging and preserving them. A +good method is to get some pasteboard or stout paper, and cut it into +sheets of convenient size--say eight inches long and five wide. Then a +box will be needed to keep them in, so that they will not get lost or +soiled. Give one sheet to each tree, and upon it paste a piece of the +bark, a leaf, and a blossom. The bark should not be taken from the tree +where it is too coarse and clumsy, but where it is nearly smooth and +perfect, and gives the best idea of the tree; nor should too thin a +piece be taken, as when it gets dry it may wrinkle up and crumble to +pieces. It may be well to take off with the bark a thin layer of the +wood to stiffen it and keep it smooth. A piece of bark about three +inches long and two wide would be of a good size. + +The blossoms will have to be pressed and dried before they are attached +to the sheet. Take care to lay them so as to show the face and the +inside parts as plainly as possible. It may be well in some cases to +press two or more blossoms, laying them in different positions, so that +every part can be seen. + +The leaves will be easy, as they are mostly flat. If they are small, +several may be taken, or a little twig. If the under side of the leaf is +very different from the upper, or is remarkable for its hairs, or for +any reason, one leaf should be placed with the under side upward. Care +should be taken to do the pasting neatly, so that the sheet will look +pretty, and the parts can be readily examined by the eye alone, or with +a magnifying-glass or microscope, which reveals many interesting facts +that can not be discovered by the eye unassisted. + +In this way the trees can be studied at any time, even in winter, when +the world outside is bare and dreary, and the evenings are long, and +afford fine opportunity for such amusement. And what is more important +still, the sheets prepared as we have shown can be sent through the mail +to distant parts of the land, where the trees displayed on them do not +grow, and are wholly unknown. + +Thus our young readers, scattered over the United States and Canada and +elsewhere, can supply each other with specimens, so that each may make +up a collection from the trees growing over a very wide area. + +Most trees are very long lived, and some are still living that are known +to be hundreds of years old. Certain kinds of wood, too, seem almost +incapable of decay if protected from the weather. + +Probably the oldest timber in the world which has been used by man is +that found in the ancient temples of Egypt, in connection with the +stone-work, which is known to be at least four thousand years old. This, +the only wood used in the construction of the temple, is in the form of +ties, holding the end of one stone to another. When two blocks were laid +in place, an excavation about an inch deep was made in each block, into +which a tie shaped like an hour-glass was driven. + +The ties appear to have been of the tamarisk or shittim wood, of which +the ark was constructed--a sacred tree in ancient Egypt, and now very +rarely found in the valley of the Nile. The dovetailed ties are just as +sound now as on the day of their insertion. Although fuel is extremely +scarce in the country, these bits of wood are not large enough to make +it an object with the Arabs to heave off layer after layer to obtain +them. Had they been of bronze, half the old temples would have been +destroyed years ago. + +If those among our young friends who are alive to the charms of nature +will arrange some specimens of trees on the plan we have explained, and +label the sheets with the common names of the trees, and the scientific +names also, if they can find them out from their parents, we will be +glad to hear from them, and will publish their letters in the +Post-office Box, so that they can make exchanges with each other. + +Very little folks, who may find it too hard to get the bark and the +blossoms, can begin by making collections simply of the leaves. Be +careful to cut the sheets exactly of the size we have mentioned, so +that when laid together they will make a nice even pile like a book. +And, remember, don't send them to us; only write, and let the +Post-office Box know when you have them ready for exchange. We will +publish the fact in the YOUNG PEOPLE, so that you can send the specimens +to each other, and make up the collections among yourselves. + + + + +[Begun in No. 19 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 9.] + +ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE. + +A True Story. + +BY J. O. DAVIDSON. + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +FRANK GETS PROMOTED. + +[Illustration: A CLIPPER-SHIP LOADING WITH TEA AT HONG-KONG.] + +Frank Austin's duties as supercargo were soon over, and he decided to go +ashore and look about him. The moment he was seen looking over the side, +a clamor arose from the Chinese boats around the steamer, which reminded +him of the chorus of monkeys and parrots at Gibraltar. + +"Good boatee, my--no upset!" + +"Fast sampan--no can catchee!" + +"He good, my better!" + +"Come see--here allee best sampan!" + +Frank was confounded by the uproar, and not less so by observing that +all the boatmen, and boat-women too (for there were plenty of the +latter), seemed to be exactly alike, so that if he picked one, and +happened to lose him, it would be no joke to find him again. As he stood +hesitating, a good-looking Chinese girl hailed him from a neat little +boat with a staring red eye painted on side of its bow. + +"Hi! say! My namee Whampoa Sam; washee, keepee state-loom, row boat, can +do all for two bob [fifty cents]. Come tly!" + +Such a list of accomplishments was not to be resisted, and Austin at +once took his seat under the stern awning. The young woman spread her +sail, and turned the boat shoreward, steering it with an immense oar. + +Away they went, past huge high-pooped junks that looked like monster +rocking-chairs; past stately English steamers, beside which the little +painted sampans seemed mere toys; past big clumsy rice barges, and trim +gigs pulled by sturdy Western sailors. While threading her way through +this maze of shipping as dexterously as any seaman, the girl found time +to answer Frank's eager questions upon all that he saw, down to the +staring eyes on the bow of her boat, which, as she explained, were meant +to "help boatee see go straight, allee same man's eye." The mystery of +her masculine name, which had puzzled Austin not a little, was also +cleared up. + +"My Whampoa Sam _wife_; Sam up Canton side now--can catchee more piecee +dollar there. My row boatee till come back. Work boatee, my, allee same +man. Choy! you no b'lieve? Bime-by pickaninny Sam row boatee too, muchee +ploper. Look see!" + +[Illustration: LITTLE WHAMPOA STEERS THE BOAT TO SHORE.] + +She pushed aside a plank, and hauled out of a box underneath it a little +round-faced "four-year-old," so like a big doll that Frank almost took +him for one, till he saw the child grasp the steering oar in his little +pudgy hands, and actually steer the boat to shore. + +"Well," thought our hero, "the Chinese may well be good boatmen, if they +begin as early as that." + +But he afterward learned that on the great Chinese rivers thousands of +families live altogether in boats, each of which has an allotted place +of its own. In Canton alone these floating streets have a population of +300,000, and it is common to see two-year-old children toddling about +with small wooden buoys on their backs, fixed there by their careful +mothers in case they should fall overboard, which they do, on an +average, three or four times a day. + +For several hundred feet around the great stone quay extended a perfect +army of Chinese boats, clustering together like bees; but Mrs. Sam soon +made her way through them, and Austin leaped ashore. He had hardly done +so when a crowd of sturdy natives surrounded him, with ear-piercing +screams, asking if he wished to "ride in chair." This being a new idea, +he accepted at once, and presently found himself being carried off in a +sedan-chair by four sinewy fellows, who went at a long swinging trot, +like the "palanquin hamals" of British India. + +[Illustration: STREET OF STAIRS, HONG-KONG.] + +Six more runners were speedily added, for the way now led up a street +made entirely of stairs, like the "Hundred-and-one Steps" at +Constantinople. Then out into the open country, and away toward the +summit of Victoria Peak. Up, up, they went, poor Frank getting so bumped +about that he was sorely tempted to get out and walk; but he reached the +top at last, and saw the whole town, the harbor, and miles upon miles of +the inland country out-spread below him like a map. The trip, when paid +for, proved wonderfully cheap, though the reason given for this made +Frank feel rather "cheap" himself: + +"Large piecee man, two bob; small piecee man, _like you_, one bob. All +right--chin-chin!" + +During his rambles through the town Austin saw many curious sights. He +was shown through a native bank, where three Chinese "tellers" were +standing ankle-deep in gold, and counting so rapidly that the ring of +the coins sounded like one continuous chime. In another place a house +was being built _from the roof downward_, and he was told that "rain +come, walls muchee hurt, so put up roof first!" + +Having now reached the farthest point of his voyage, Frank began to +think about getting home again, and finding that all who had shipped on +the _Arizona_ were entitled, by the terms of their agreement, to a free +passage in the next homeward-bound steamer, he went down to the +company's office to get his ticket. + +As he passed the open window a familiar voice from within caught his +ear. It was that of his Captain, who was having a talk with the +company's agent. + +"I really don't know whom to send with this cargo," said the agent. "It +_must_ go in a day or two, and none of my clerks can be spared. Do _you_ +know of anybody, Gray?" + +"Well, there's a young fellow who came out with me, that might do. He's +rather young, certainly, but I put him in charge at Singapore, and he +did very well. Hello! there he is. Austin!" + +Frank entered, cap in hand. + +"My lad," said the Captain, "we're sending a cargo of tin and opium to +Canton, and you might take it up, unless you'd rather go home." + +"I _was_ thinking of going, sir," said Austin; "but if you have anything +for me to do till I can get letters from home, I shall be very glad to +do it." + +"All right, my boy. Just look in here to-morrow morning, and we'll +arrange it." + +The next morning, sure enough, Frank received his appointment, and set +sail up the river for Canton a few days later, with a handful of the +_Arizona's_ picked men for his crew, and old Herrick as his second in +command--the latter remarking, with a grin, that "'twarn't a bad start +for a youngster to begin his first v'y'ge as coal-heaver, and end it as +Cap'n." + + * * * * * + +Our hero's farther adventures in China--how he succeeded so well with +his first cargo as to be at once intrusted with a second--how he +received letters from home, reporting all well--how he studied the ins +and outs of the "up-country" trade, and the ways of the Chinese, finding +both very different from what he had imagined--and how he soon got a +good appointment in the office, which he held for several years--would +make too long a story to be told here. But he always bore in mind the +last words of old Herrick, which were: + +"Frank, my son, next time you meet a young feller wantin' to run away to +sea, jist you tell him you've tried it yourself, and 'tain't so nice as +it looks. If a lad goes to sea 'cause he's fit for it, and ain't 'fraid +o' _hard work_, well and good; but if he goes 'cause he's quarrelled +with his bread and butter, all along o' stuffin' his head with dime +novels and sich like rubbish, I guess he'll end where you began--in the +coal-hole. Now don't you forget them words o' mine." And Frank never +did. + +THE END. + + + + +SETTING THE BROOK TO WORK. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +The brook had never done a stroke of work in its life. So long, at +least, as Mart Benson could remember, it had gurgled across the foot of +his father's garden, tumbling heels over head down the little fall in +the middle, as if it knew it had got into some place that didn't belong +to it, and was in a desperate hurry to get out. + +Then it made a dive under the fence, into Squire Spencer's orchard, and +then under another fence, and through a low stone archway across the +river road. + +That was the end of the brook, for the river let it right in without so +much as saying, "How do you do?" + +"It isn't more'n two feet across anywhere," said Mart to himself. "It +isn't so much as that just above the fall, and it's a foot and a half +below the top of the bank. I could make a dam there, and a flume." + +Mart was a great whittler. + +Mr. Jellicombe, the carpenter, used to say of him that when he wasn't +whittling, it was because he had had to stop to sharpen his knife. + +"Well," said Mart, in reply to that, "what's the fun of whittling with a +dull knife? If you want a knife to cut straight and smooth, you've got +to have an edge on it." + +So there was always a pretty good edge on his, and it was curious what +things he managed to carve out with it. + +He had made a wooden chain out of a long square stick that Mr. +Jellicombe brought to the house to mend a door frame with. He had made +kites, walking-sticks, bats, wooden spoons and forks, a little wagon, +and any number of other things, of which about all that could be said +was that they gave him plenty of good whittling. + +But Mart had been to the mill the day before, and had waited there two +hours while his father was having a grist of corn ground. All those two +hours had been spent by Mart with a shingle in one hand and his knife in +the other, but at the end of them there was hardly a notch in the +shingle, and Mart shut up his knife, and put it back in his pocket. + +He had been watching the great water-wheel and the flume that brought +the water to it from the pond. He had studied the dam, too, and had been +thinking of the brook in his father's garden. + +The more he looked at it now, the clearer he saw that it was high time +for that brook to be doing something. + +It was easy enough to gather flat stones and pile them in at the narrow +place at the top of the fall. That was little more than a foot high, to +be sure, but the dam would more than double it. + +Then he begged a couple of old raisin boxes at the store where his +father traded, and when the ends were knocked out of them, and they were +firmly set in the top of the little dam, one behind the other, they made +a good enough flume. The end of the foremost one stuck out beyond the +stones, and the water came pouring from it beautifully. + +It took all the rest of that day for Mart to get the brook penned in and +compelled to run through the raisin boxes, for he had to keep on putting +stones and sods and dirt behind the dam to strengthen it, as the water +rose higher and higher. It would not do to make a pond of the garden, +but so long as the brook did not overflow its banks it would do no harm. +Sometimes it had run over in the spring, or after very heavy +rain-storms. + +The next day Mart hardly went near his new dam, and he was a very +serious and busy boy indeed, considering that he was only thirteen. + +A piece of wood had to be found first two and a half inches square, and +about a foot and a half long. It took a great deal of work to shave down +the four corners of that piece of wood till it had eight smooth sides +all just alike. Then Mart was compelled to go over to Jellicombe's +carpenter shop and put his piece of wood in a vise, so it would be held +steady, while he took a saw and sawed a long groove, more than half an +inch deep, in the middle of each one of those eight faces. Jellicombe +told him he had done that job very well. + +"Looks like a hub for something. Going to make a wheel this time?" + +"I'll show you. May I take your inch auger and bore a hole in each end?" + +"Go ahead. If you ain't kerful, you'll split yer timber." + +Mart was careful then, but he had trouble before him. He had picked out +a number of very straight shingles, and he was whittling away on these +now as if he was being paid for it. He cut them down to six inches long, +and shaved them at the sides, so that two pieces laid together were just +a foot wide. With a little more whittling after that he fitted them all, +one by one, into the eight grooves in his "hub," and his "water-wheel" +was done. A proud boy was Mart, but he ought to have kept on being +"careful." + +"Look out!" said Mr. Jellicombe, as Mart rapped hard on one of the +shingle pieces, to drive it in more firmly; but it was too late. + +"Crack!" the hub was split from end to end. + +"Got to go to work and make a new one," said Mart, ruefully. + +"Guess I wouldn't. Just take a couple of two-inch screws, and screw that +together again. It'll be stronger'n it was before." + +That was a capital idea, and it only took a few minutes; to carry it +into effect. + +"Make your end pins of hard wood," said Mr. Jellicombe; "and shave 'em +smooth. Then they'll run easy."' + +That was easy enough, but one of those "endpins" was made of an old +broom handle, and was more than a foot long. + +"I see what you're up to," said the carpenter, with a grin. "You've made +a right down good job of it, too. Grease your journals before you let +'em get wet." + +Mart's "journals" for his end pins to run in were two holes he bored in +a couple of boards. When these were stuck up on each side of the lower +end of his flume, and the water-wheel was set in its place, Mart took +off his hat and shouted, + +"Hurrah! the brook's at work!" + +So it was, for it was rushing fiercely through the two old raisin boxes, +and down upon the wide "paddles" of Mart's wheel, and this was spinning +around at a tremendous rate. + +"You've done it!" + +"Is that you, Mr. Jellicombe? I didn't know you'd come." + +"You've done it. Now what?" + +"Why, I'm going to put another wheel on this long end pin, and set +another one above it, and put a strap over both of them." + +"Oh, that's it. Going to make a pulley and band. All right. It'll run. +There's plenty of water-power. But what then? Going to build a mill?" + +"Guess not. All I care for is, I've set the brook to work." + +"Why don't you make it do something, then, now you've found out how?" + +"Don't know of anything small enough for a brook like that." + +"I'll tell you, then. There's your mother's big churn, that goes with a +crank. You whittle out a wheel twice as large as that, and set it a +little stronger, and raise your dam a few inches, and you can run that +churn." + +"Hurrah! I'll do it!" + +There was a good deal of busy whittling before Mart finished that second +job, but before two weeks were over there was butter on Mrs. Benson's +dinner table which had actually been churned by the brook at the bottom +of the garden. + + + + +HOW THE SECRET WAS STOLEN. + + +Benjamin Huntsman, a native of Lincolnshire, England, was the inventor +of cast steel. The discovery was kept a great secret, and as the success +it obtained was very great, many efforts were made to find out how it +was prepared. + +One cold winter's night, while the snow was falling in heavy flakes, and +Huntsman's manufactory threw its red glare of light over the +neighborhood, a person of the most abject appearance presented himself +at the entrance, praying for permission to share the warmth and shelter +which it afforded. The humane workmen found the appeal irresistible, and +the apparent beggar was permitted to take up his quarters in a warm +corner of the building. + +A careful scrutiny would have discovered little real sleep in the +drowsiness that seemed to overtake the stranger; for he eagerly watched +every movement of the workmen while they went through the operations of +the newly discovered process. + +He observed, first of all, that bars of blistered steel were broken into +small pieces, two or three inches in length, and placed in crucibles of +fire-clay. When nearly full, a little green glass, broken into small +fragments, was spread over the top, and the whole covered with a closely +fitting cover. The crucibles were then placed in a furnace, and after a +lapse of from three to four hours, during which the crucibles were +examined from time to time, to see that the metal was thoroughly melted, +the workmen lifted the crucible from its place on the furnace by means +of tongs, and its molten contents, blazing, sparkling, and spurting, +were poured into a mould of cast iron. When cool, the mould was +unscrewed, and a bar of cast steel was presented. + +The uninvited spectator of these operations effected his escape without +detection, and before many months had passed the Huntsman manufactory +was not the only one where cast steel was produced. + + + + +A JOLLY DAY IN THE PARK. + +BY F. E. FRYATT. + + +"Hip, hip, hurrah! to-morrow's my birthday, Miss Eleanor," shouted Harry +Lewis, bursting into my garden like a young hurricane. "Cousin Jack's +coming over from New York, Nell's got a holiday, and father says if +you'll decide and go with us, we may have a jollification somewhere." + +"How delightful! Of course I'll go, with the greatest pleasure. Suppose +we choose Prospect Park?" + +"Capital! Miss Eleanor, good-by; excuse haste. I'm off to tell Nell, and +hurry mother with the birthday cake and the fixin's." + +Old Prob predicted fair weather, and he was as good as his word, for the +sun shone in the bluest of skies, and the morning was fresh and breezy, +when Nell and I stepped into an open car, followed by Harry, Jack, and +the family lunch basket. + +Every one looked happy, and even the car horses trotted briskly along +the broad avenue to the Plaza as if they knew we were anxious to be +there. + +Arrived at the Park, the two boys put their wise heads together, and +gallantly agreed that I should be captain of the party, a decision they +shortly after announced in an important manner. + +"Follow your leader, then," said I, helping Nell into one of the large +phaetons standing near the entrance. + +"All right," responded Harry, as the whip cracked, and away dashed the +horses in fine style. + +Now we swept past velvety fields and wood-crowned hills; now we rolled +softly under arches of tremulous green; then through miniature valleys +between blossoming heights; now through shadowy forests, and away again +beside open meadows. + +"How lovely!" cried Nell, rapturously, as one moment we caught the +glitter of a distant lake, the next the twinkle of a reedy pool overhung +with hazel and alder bushes. + +Even the boys were stirred to delight, when, crossing a rustic bridge, +they could look down and see a dashing cascade tumble and foam over +mossy precipices, till it reached a stony basin below, where it lay +golden and clear as a topaz. + +On and on we sped, past new wonders of blossoming groves and ferny +hollows, to the end of our ride. + +Which way to turn, after we left our basket at the Lodge, we knew not. +Labyrinthine walks met us in every direction, leading to bowers and +dells and wildernesses innumerable. + +"Let us take the nearest," said I; and away we went, tripping it gayly, +till the path ended unexpectedly at the loveliest bower imaginable, all +hidden with clambering vines and shrubbery, from which peeped out a +thatched roof, with two odd little peaks, surrounded by bird-houses. + +Past its pretty arches, as we sat on the rustic seats, we could look +upon acres of velvety meadow, dotted with wild flowers, and gay with +groups of pleasure-seekers. + +Near by, Madam Nurse trundled Miss Baby; yonder, a company of girls +played at "bean bags"; further on, the croquet-players were busy with +mallets and balls; while passing to and fro were troops of +school-children making the most of their weekly holiday. + +"Listen!" cried Nell, suddenly, as sounds of music were borne to us on +the breeze. + +"It's 'Nancy Lee'; go for it!" shouted Harry, leaping over the railing, +and darting across the meadow. + +"Come on; follow the sound, girls," cried Jack, bounding after him. + +Nell and I take the path sedately, "hastening slowly," for we can not +help stopping to listen to the soft twitter of the birds, to admire the +golden laburnums; we even wait to let a sparrow hop leisurely down the +walk before us. + +We have had time to spare, for when we arrive in sight of the +"merry-go-round" in its pretty pavilion, the musical history of Nancy +Lee is still being repeated. + +But a pretty vision greets us. Whirl, whirl, whirl, flies a magic ring +of boys and girls, with their fluttering ribbons, bright eyes, and +tossing curls. + +Click, click, clash a score of shining blades, as the eager riders, with +parted lips, lean forward and try to pick off the rings from a +projecting bar. + +Now the music begins to die away; the circle moves slower, and slower, +and slower. + +"Count your rings!" shouts the man in charge. "The biggest number wins +the free ride." + +"Sixteen, eighteen, twenty," calls out Harry, triumphantly, adding, as +he spies Nellie, "There's my sister; give her a ride." + +Nothing loath, Nell is strapped on a gray pony, and waits impatiently +for the music. The seats fill, the organ sounds forth, "I'm called +Little Buttercup," and away they float as light as feathers. + +"It is well they're so merry," groans the poor horse beneath them in the +cellar, as he treads his weary beat; "they'd find it a sad-go-round if +we changed places." + +The noon hour strikes; the merry-go-round man is mortal, and wants his +dinner, which reminds us that it is time to send for the lunch basket. + +Choosing a lovely spot under a spreading elm in the meadow, we lay the +cloth, set out our luncheon, brew a pitcher of fine lemonade, and sit +down, the merriest of merry parties. + +In the midst of our entertainment four uninvited but welcome visitors +make their appearance. Guess who they are. + +A toad came first, and sat blinking at us with the funniest airs +imaginable. Then a robin-redbreast and two sparrows edged their way up +to our table with great caution, winked at us with bright eyes, +concluded we were trustworthy, and ventured to peck at the crumbs we +scattered for them. + +[Illustration: PROSPECT PARK, BROOKLYN.--DRAWN BY L. W. ATWATER.] + +Gathering up the remnants of our feast, we wended our way to a pretty +summer-house overlooking a small lake, in which sported a multitude of +gold-fish, a pair of swans, some geese, and a bevy of ducks with lovely +rings of red, purple, and gold-green feathers about their necks. + +Here Nell and the boys found fine sport throwing crackers into the +water, and watching the ducks and fishes rush for them, but came away in +high disgust because one old drake gave the ducks and fishes hardly any +chance at all, but darted and dived and bobbed about so fast that he +grabbed a dozen pieces to their one. + +"Good-by, old greedy; hope you'll never come up again!" cried Jack, +moving away, as the nimble fellow dove head-first till nothing but his +funny tail flirted above the water. + +A peep at the deer, pony-rides for the boys, and a drive in the +goat-carriage for Nell, varied our ramble to the Aerial Skating Rink, +which we found on the other side of the Park. + +As we came in sight of the elevated square of asphalt pavement, with its +gay cavalcade of skaters flitting to and fro inside the railings, the +boys hurrahed with delight. + +"It's perfectly glorious; let's try it," shouted Harry, bounding down +the hill-side, followed closely by Jack. + +"I could do that too," said Nell, imitating the movements of the +skaters. + +"You shall try," replied I; and a minute later we were inside the +square, bargaining for a lesson on the odd three-wheeled triangular +arrangement, with its horse's head and handled reins. + +"Plant your feet firmly on this brace," said the instructor, showing +Nell the iron bar; "hold the reins well in hand, bend your right knee, +and strike out with your foot as if skating; now your left; and away you +go." + +Sure enough, off shot Nell, managing to keep up a tolerable speed, then +slacking, then increasing, then coming to a dead halt, as Jack, +shouting, "Clear the track!" bore down on her car, almost upsetting it. + +"A miss is as good as a mile," screams Harry, flying by on the other +side, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. + +"Strike out, little girl!" cries a lad, giving Nell's car a push, and +sending her speeding along. In and out, around and about, they fly, like +mimic charioteers, until, fairly exhausted, they are willing to stop, +and go over to the Rotary Yacht, whose snow-white wings are visible from +the hill-top. + +A pleasant walk across the sloping meadow and along by the side of a +small lake brings us to this novel boat, which is merely a great hollow +ring of seats, with oars and rowlocks for calm, and sails for breezy, +weather. + +We step in and sit down; the wind, coming in soft puffs from the south, +sends us floating around and around with a dreamy, restful motion that +our tired little charioteers thoroughly appreciate as they lean back and +trail their hands idly through the cool water. + +"Come, come," said I at last, "wake up for our row on the lake, +sleepers, and then heigho for home and supper!" + +"I was only fooling, Miss Eleanor; I'm fresh as a lark," cried Harry, +leaping nimbly out on the platform. + +"So am I," said Jack, lending a hand to Nellie. + +"The Rotary Yacht will do for a rest, but this is what I call life," +exclaimed Harry, as later he and Jack, with even sweep of the oars, sent +our pretty boat skimming over the waters of the lake. + +Now we sped around curving shores, and past grassy capes; now we skirted +fairy islands and reedy shallows; then under hollow bridges, that gave +back jolly echoes to Nell's laughter and the dip of the oars. + +"Quick, quick--quick, quick," screamed a bevy of ducks, hurrying to +shore, as we rounded a woody bend in the lake, and came upon them with a +rush that sent the water in diamond showers over their backs. + +"Tirra-la, tirra-la," whistled a wood-thrush in the grove; "tirra-la, +tirra-la," answered another. + +"Ah! that's a warning, children; he sings at sunset. See the light +shooting gold green through the trees; that means that our happy day is +over. And there's another sign; look over your right shoulder--the new +moon." + +"Tu-whit, tu-whoo, good-night to you," hooted an owl, as we turned our +boat homeward. + +"Don't be alarmed; we are going," sighed Harry, half sad that the jolly +day at Prospect Park was ended. + + + + +A BATTLE ON THE BUFFALO RANGE. + + +Between the half-breeds who form a large portion of the population of +the settlements of the Northwest, along the Red River of the North, and +their neighbors, the Sioux, exists a bitter enmity. Peace is seldom +declared between them, and when parties of Sioux and half-breeds meet, +bloody battles are the result. + +Although the half-breeds are more civilized than the Indians, and live +in villages, generally near the forts or trading posts, they depend +largely upon buffalo-meat for their winter food, and upon buffalo-robes, +for which the traders give them guns, powder, shot, blankets, tea, +coffee, sugar, and other necessaries and luxuries of their life. To +obtain this meat and these robes they organize grand buffalo hunts every +summer and fall, each of which lasts for several months, and in which +hundreds of men engage. The hunters travel from their homes to the +distant hunting grounds on horseback; but they take with them long +trains of very curious-looking ox-carts, in which the women and +children, who go with their husbands and fathers on these long trips, +ride, and in which the buffalo-meat and hides are carried home. + +The ox-carts, or "Pembina buggies," as they are often called, are very +strong and clumsy, and are made entirely of wood, generally by their +owners. The wooden wheels, turning on the ungreased wooden axles, make +the most horrible creaking and groaning; and when, as is often the case, +several hundred or a thousand of these carts are in one train, the noise +they make can be heard for miles. + +Each cart is drawn by a single ox, attached to the rude shafts by a +simple and home-made harness of rawhide, with the aid of which the +patient beast draws a load of a thousand pounds for hundreds of miles, +at the rate of twenty or thirty miles a day. + +As they approach the buffalo range, where they expect to find their +game, the hunters know that at any moment they may run across hunting +parties of the Sioux, and for them they keep a sharp look-out night and +day. + +Some years ago a brave hunter by the name of Jean Bedell, whose home was +in Pembina, joined one of these great hunting parties, taking with him +his wife and their little child, a baby of but a few months old. The +party to which Jean belonged was so large that they had but little fear +of Indians, and did not guard against being surprised by them as +carefully as usual. + +One morning as the brigade broke camp, and the long line of carts moved +slowly away toward Devil's Lake, which could be seen gleaming in the +distance, and near which the hunters felt sure they would find buffalo, +Jean Bedell found that a portion of his harness had given out, and he +must stay behind and mend it. He had just finished his task, and started +on after the carts, the groaning and screeching of which could still be +heard in the distance, when other and more terrible sounds, borne +clearly to his ear, caused him to come to a sudden halt. + +The sounds that so startled him were quick shots, almost as steady as +volleys of musketry, and the terrible yell with which the Sioux charges +upon his enemy. Far down the valley the hunter could see sharp flashes +of fire pierce the cloud of dust that hung over the train of ox-carts, +and the dark mass of Sioux warriors charging down the hill-side, lashing +their ponies, firing and yelling as they went. + +[Illustration: CUT OFF.--DRAWN BY W. M. CARY.] + +Alone, and cut off from his companions, with his wife and baby to +protect, Jean Bedell had nothing to do but lie down, with his trusty +rifle in hand, powder and bullets by his side, and wait, determined to +sell his life as dearly as possible if worst came to worst. + +For hours the hunter watched the fight, while his wife crouched in the +bottom of the cart, with her baby in her arms. He could see that the +carts had been formed in a semicircle, and from behind them his comrades +withstood charge after charge of the Indians, who would dash up to the +barrier of heavy carts, pour in a volley, and sweep away beyond rifle +range, until their own guns were reloaded. + +At last, late in the afternoon, the battle came to an end. The Indians, +finding it impossible to drive the hunters from behind their barrier, +suddenly withdrew, and taking their dead with them, disappeared over the +hill down which they had dashed in the morning. They might make another +attack, but for the present all was safe, and Jean Bedell might rejoin +his friends. When he reached them, he found that though they were +rejoiced to have driven off the hated Sioux, their joy was mingled with +much sorrow, for there were many dead to be buried, and many wounded to +be cared for. Among the dead were several of the little children, to +whom stray bullets had found their way; and when Jean Bedell and his +wife saw the poor little bodies, they were very thankful that, on +account of a broken harness, their own darling baby had been kept at a +safe distance from the terrible battle. + + + + +[Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 24, April 13.] + +THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON. + +BY EDWARD CARY. + + +CHAPTER VIII. + +I have said that the work which President Washington had to do was quite +new to the country. The people had been used to having all their affairs +attended to in their own States. None of the States was very large. Some +of them were very small, compared with what the States are now, so that +the public men in each were known by a greater part of the people than +they now are. Then distance seemed greater than it does now. It took +nearly as long to go from Boston to New York as it now does to go from +Boston to California; there was no telegraph any more than there were +railways and steam-boats, and news travelled as slowly as men did +themselves. You can see that it was harder for people in Georgia or New +Hampshire to know what was going on in New York than it is now for +people in Oregon or Florida to know what is being done in Washington. +Where there is ignorance there is always more distrust and doubt. Men +found it not easy to give up public business to a Congress, far away, +that they did not know much about. Washington set himself earnestly at +work to try and have things done so carefully, so honestly, and so +wisely, that the people would learn to trust the national government, +and live happily under it. + +The national government had been meant especially to do three things: +First, to raise money and pay the debts of all the States; second, to +see that the country was rightly dealt with by other countries, and that +other countries were justly treated by our own; and third, in a general +way to do for the common good what no one State could do by itself. + +The government has now for nearly a hundred years done this work very +well, and that fact is largely due to the way George Washington began +it. He was President for eight years. + +It would not be easy to tell all the things he did in that time which +have had a good effect ever since, but it will be well to remember a few +of the principal ones. He always insisted on the full and honest payment +of the public debt, that is, of money borrowed by the government to +carry on the war, and so forth. He believed that a nation must keep its +word as much as a man must, if it expects other people to deal fairly +with it. + +In order that the government might pay its debts, it was necessary for +it to get money from the people by taxes, and President Washington +showed very early that no man or set of men were to be allowed to refuse +to pay a fair share of these taxes, as fixed by law. + +The people chose the Congress, and the Congress decided how the taxes +should be paid. When that was done, there must be no further dispute +about paying. If the people did not like the laws Congress made, they +could elect men to Congress who would change the laws, but until the +laws were changed in this way, they must be obeyed. + +A large number of persons in the State of Pennsylvania refused to pay a +tax ordered by Congress, called an excise tax, which was a certain sum +on every barrel of whiskey made in the country. When Washington learned +of this, he sent word to these people that if they did not obey the +laws, he should have to compel them to; and as they took no notice of +this warning, he got together an army of 16,000 men, and sent it into +the State. This soon settled the trouble, and there has never been any +attempt, on a large scale, to resist a tax law in the United States +since then. + +It is easy to see that Washington knew better than to do such a thing by +halves. He sent so large an army that to fight against it was hopeless, +and so there was no fighting. + +It would have been well for the country if this wise example had always +been followed. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE CHILD SINGER. + +BY LAURA FITCH. + + +In a narrow dirty street in the most miserable part of the great city of +London, a group of children were playing beside the gutter. They were +all dirty and ragged, and the faces of many were old and worldly-wise. +One little girl, however, though her dress was as torn and soiled as +that of any of the other dwellers in the filthy street, had a pretty +childish face. She was a bright-looking little one, with matted brown +hair hanging in tangled curls that had never known a brush, and a pair +of sweet dark eyes looking out trustfully into the uninviting world +around her. She stood a little apart from the others, leaning against +the doorway of a rickety tenement-house, humming softly to herself. + +A rough-looking boy in the group by the gutter, hearing her low tones, +called out, "Louder, Nell; sing something." + +The child obeyed; with her hands clasped, and her eyes fastened on the +speck of blue sky to be seen between the roofs of the tall, smoky +houses, she burst into a song. No wonder that the other children stopped +their noisy play, and listened. It was not their ignorance of music that +made the singing seem beautiful to those little street vagabonds. There +was in the clear voice of the child singer a strange, wistful tone, of +which she herself was unconscious, but which held the listener +spell-bound. + +Nell had been born and bred in those low surroundings. She had never +seen the inside of a church, or heard other music than the whining tones +of a street organ, yet there was in her the very soul of music. She +lived in a wretched garret, with a dirty, slouchy woman whom she called +aunt, and loved as only a child or a woman can love one from whom she +receives no sign of affection. Miserable as such a life was, it might +have been worse. + +One day Nell's aunt was brought home on a shutter; she had been run over +by a carriage, and instantly killed. + +Now Nell was indeed destitute; no money, and no friends but her rough +neighbors. But these, though rough, were not hard-hearted; they would +have given her money, but they had none themselves, except what they +earned or stole each day. So they told her, if she wanted her aunt +buried properly, she must go out at night and sing, in which way she +would very likely earn enough, as people would pity so young a child. + +So that night poor little Nell set out on her work of love. She walked +till she reached the broad streets and handsome houses that form the +London which the world knows. Here she sang. In the clear silent night +the childish voice rang out, and the hour and the stillness made its +wistful tones sound wild and weird. Up one street and down another the +little figure went singing, while its heart seemed breaking. A strange +excitement bore her up, and she felt no fatigue. + +Her pathetic appeal was not in vain; it seemed to touch the hearts, and, +what is more difficult, the pockets, of all who heard her. When midnight +came, she thought of stopping only because most of the houses had closed +for the night, and there was little more to be obtained. So she took her +last stand in front of a fine old house in Kensington Square, in whose +windows lights were still burning. It was the home of Barech, the great +musician. As the tones of Nell's voice broke on the stillness of the +night, he paused in the work he was doing, and after a moment rose and +threw open the window. With amazement he saw the little childish figure +standing in the light of the street lamp, and while his artist's ear +drank in the wonderful tones with delight, his fatherly heart filled +with pity for the desolate child. When Nell ceased, he called to her, +and descending, opened the door and took her in. + +From that moment Nell was no longer destitute, no longer friendless. In +Barech she had found a friend who never deserted her. Captivated by her +voice, he took the little waif into his heart and home, and thenceforth +she was protected, cared for, and educated. And he was amply rewarded +when, in after-years, the fame of Helen Barech spread over England. No +one then ever dreamed that the great singer began her career years ago, +one dark night, under the stars, a little outcast singing for money to +bury her dead. + + + + +"HE'S MY FRIEND."--A TRUE STORY. + +BY AUNT FANNY. + + +Charley was the son of a young, rich, and beautiful widow, who lived in +one of the splendid up-town hotels of New York city. His mother was a +very busy woman, for she was a manager of the "Children's Retreat," the +"Children's Relief," the "Old Ladies' Mitigation Society," and ever so +many other charities, and these took up so much of her time that her own +poor little half-orphaned Charley was left pretty much to himself; for +Lizzie, his nurse, spent most of her time laughing and talking with the +other servants. + +So Charley amused himself running up and down the stairs, and taking +trips with the elevator man, who was very fond of the bright little +fellow. + +One day Charley wandered down the wide stairs, and along a corridor or +hall. He was throwing up a little ball and catching it as he went. At +the end of the hall he saw through an open door another flight of +stairs, very narrow, and rather dark. It was the stairs for the +servants' use. + +"Hallo!" cried Charley, "here are some more stairs," and like the +learned monkey that let nothing escape him on his travels, down the +stairs went the boy on a voyage of discovery. + +When he came to the bottom, which was far below the level of the street +outside, he walked along to an open door, and saw something which +dimpled his face all over with smiles; for, standing like a heron on one +leg, leaning against the wall opposite the door, was _another boy_. He +was twirling a little paper windmill fastened to a stick; his great +black eyes were dancing with glee, and as he laughed he showed two rows +of snow-white even teeth. At a stationary wash-tub was a big woman +washing clothes, and singing softly to herself, "'Way down in ole +Virginny." + +Neither of them saw Charley, so, by way of introducing himself, he said, +"Hallo, boy." + +The woman turned quickly round, and exclaimed, "Why, honey, whar did yer +come from?" + +"I came down stairs; may I come in?" asked Charley, adding, quickly, "I +want to play with that boy." + +"Course you can; come right in," said the black woman, for she was +nearly as black as ink, but there was a sweet, honest expression in her +broad face, and a welcoming tone in her voice, which brought Charley +quickly in, with a little laugh, to the side of the other boy. + +And he--oh, how black he was! but as clean and neatly dressed as soap +and water and nice clothes could make him, for Juliet, his mother, loved +her little son, and she took good care that his manners were as nice as +his clothes. He held out his hand to Charley, and, making a queer little +bow, said, "How do you do, sir? I hope you are very well." Then he +twisted one leg tighter than ever round the other, and gave a vigorous +twirl to his paper windmill. + +"Hey! I like that," said Charley. "Let _me_ try to do it." + +"Oh yes," said the other, "but this is the best way--to hold it straight +out, and run fast." + +So Charley took the windmill, and both boys went scampering and +galloping round the room, the windmill flying round famously, until the +boys were quite out of breath. + +"What's your name?" asked Charley, as they were resting together in a +large old rocking-chair. + +"George Washington Johnson. What's _your_ name?"' asked the black boy, +in return, rocking the chair as hard as he could. + +"My name is Charley Lee. I like you. Will you be my friend?" + +"Oh yes; will you be mine?" + +"Yes, and we'll play together every single day." + +Just then Juliet went away with a great basket of clothes, to hang them +up in a room where they were quickly dried by steam; and Charley, taking +George's hand, said, "Come up stairs with me, and take a ride in the +elevator." + +What a blissful invitation for George! They tumbled up stairs in their +delightful hurry, ran through the door into the broad hall, to the +elevator, and the moment it appeared, Charley cried out, + +"Oh, Mike, open the door; George wants to ride up and down with me; +_he's my friend_." + +"Oh, he's your friend, is he?" said Mike, puckering up his eyes at +George Washington; "and a very pretty color he is, too. Well, step in, +Snowball." + +"His name isn't Snowball; it's George Washington," said Charley. + +The elevator man laughed, and the two boys got closer together in a +corner, pretending that it was a balloon, and they were sailing up and +down in the air; and there they sat, in a state of perfect happiness. + +The two boys never quarrelled. George had a sweet disposition, and was +ready to do anything Charley proposed. They loved each other dearly, and +many were the slices of bread and butter, spread thickly over with +molasses, to which the two friends were treated by the good-natured +washer-woman. They never sat down to eat them; oh no! they capered, and +danced, and burst out laughing when they tumbled over a broomstick or a +bench, and seemed to grow rosier and fatter every day. That is, Charley +grew rosier, and George's smooth black skin grew shinier, which was the +same thing--for him. + +The little black boy was often permitted by his mother to go out toward +Fourth Avenue, and run over one of the high arched bridges which covers +the Fourth Avenue Railroad, and he did not think he was doing wrong when +one day he asked Charley to go too. + +"Oh yes, I will," he cried, in a great state of delight. + +As soon as they arrived at the bridge, they began chasing each other +over it; and then Charley said: + +"Oh, George, let's play that we are travellers, hunting for a whale. I +heard my mamma talking about one that was on ex-ex-exedition down by +the river. She said that it was 'most a mile long." + +"Goody!" cried George. "What a mons'ous whale!" + +So the boys ran down the street toward the East River a long, long way, +and presently they got to some rocks, upon the top of which were a +number of miserable wooden houses called shanties. + +Geese, pigs, chickens, and a forlorn, starved-looking dog were poking +about for something to eat. Near by was a great heap of coal ashes. Some +bad-looking boys were raking the ashes up into a sort of mound on top of +the heap; but a moment after, they ran away to see an organ-grinder and +a monkey which had come upon the rocks. Charley and George would have +run too, had not their ears caught the sound of a stifled piteous +mewing, which seemed to issue out of the very middle of the ash heap. + +"What's that?" asked both boys at once. + +"Mew! me--ew!" came again from the ashes. + +"It's a cat!" exclaimed Charley; "and it is inside of those ashes. I do +believe those boys thought it was dead, and buried it. Let's hurry and +dig it out." + +Charley and George worked hard, but they had nothing but their hands to +work with, and they threw the ashes all over their clothes; but the +piteous mewing came quicker and louder, and in a few moments the gray +head of a live kitten popped out of the ashes; then two gray paws, and +soon the whole kitten was liberated. + +"Oh, you poor little thing!" said Charley, trying with soft pats to get +the ashes out of its fur, while George took out of his pocket a queer +little pocket-handkerchief, six inches square, with A B C all round the +edge, and a portrait of his great namesake in the middle, and said, in a +tender tone, "Here, poor kitty, let me wipe your nose; don't cry any +more;" and he wiped it so softly that it really seemed to comfort the +afflicted little creature. + +"Let's run home with it," said Charley. + +"And give it some milk," said George. + +"And wash it clean," said Charley. + +"And dry it in the steam-room," said George. + +No sooner said than done. Charley carried the kitten one block, and then +George the next, and so on in turn, until at last they got back to the +hotel, and rushed down into the laundry, where Juliet was beginning to +feel worried at their long absence. + +"La sakes!" she cried, when she saw the plight they were in, "whar have +you ben gone? Why, you look jes like ole Bobby de ash-man. Whar you get +dat ar cat? Why, George Washington! you's a disgrace to your raisin'! +How you spec' I'se gwine' to make you look genteel if you cum home dat +ar way?" + +"Oh," said George, rolling his eyes at his mother--"oh, we've had such +s'prising 'wenters; we went to see a whale." + +"Whale! is dat what you call a whale?" said Juliet, pointing to the poor +little kitten, which he was hugging tight to his breast. + +Then Charley spoke up, and when Juliet had heard of the "surprising +adventures," she was sorry she had been the least bit cross with the +kind-hearted little fellows. To make up for it, she gave the kitten a +saucer of warm milk, and taking off the soiled clothes of the boys, and +washing their faces and hands, she put two funny little night-gowns upon +them, and popped them into her bed, which was in a little room next to +the laundry. Then she caught up their clothes--for there was no time to +be lost--and popped _them_ into a tub of hot water, with plenty of soap, +and in ten minutes they were just as clean as soap, water, and hard +rubbing could make them. + +Then she wrung them out with a will, shook them out with a flourish, and +running into the steam-room, hung them upon a horse--a clothes-horse, of +course. In ten minutes more they were dry enough to iron, and she +polished them with the hot and heavy irons at such a rate that they +fairly shone, and she shone too. + +When the boys were called, and Juliet put on their clothes again, they +looked cleaner, brighter, and happier than ever. + +The kitten was adopted as a friend too, and had soon shook and licked +itself clean, and it lived a very comfortable life down in the laundry. + +One day, for a wonder, Charley's mother staid at home. She was expecting +a call from her lawyer, Judge Spencer, upon some business. When he came +he had a long talk with Charley. + +Presently Charley said: "I want to tell you something. I've a friend; +his name is George." + +"Only one friend?" asked the Judge, laughing. + +"But he's my 'tic'lar friend," explained Charley. "May I bring him to +see you? He's real nice." + +"Does he live in the hotel?" asked Charley's mother, who had never heard +of him. + +"Oh yes," replied Charley, "and he and I have a _love-aly_ kitten--we +take care of it." + +"Well, bring him in--the kitten too," said the good Judge; "that is, if +your mother consents." + +"Oh, certainly," said Mrs. Lee. + +So Charley rushed down the narrow stairs, and found George playing with +the kitten, and looking as neat and clean as a new pin. + +"Come, George, come up with me to mamma's parlor. Judge Spencer is +there; he wants to see you, and the kitten too." + +They went up stairs, and softly opening the door of the parlor, and +holding George's hand tightly, Charley walked quickly up to the Judge +and said, "Here's my friend; he can't help being black!" + +For one moment astonishment kept Charley's mamma and the Judge silent. +Then the good man held out his hand to the black boy, and taking Charley +on his knee kissed him tenderly. That warm, loving kiss told Charley +that the Judge understood it all. His face grew radiant, his eyes rested +affectionately on his friend, and then he leaned toward George, and put +the beloved kitten in his arms. "You hold it now," he said. + +With a cautionary wave of his hand, the Judge prevented Mrs. Lee from +reproving Charley for his choice of a friend; then he sent them into the +next room, and had a long talk with the widow, the result of which was +that, after inquiring about George, and finding how good his "raisin'" +was, as Juliet called it, Charley was still permitted to play with him. +And to this very day (for all this has happened within a few months) if +you ask Charley Lee who George Washington Johnson is, he will answer at +once, "_He's my friend._" + + + + +[Illustration: THE LITTLE GOSSIPS.--DRAWN BY H. P. WOLCOTT.] + + + + +[Illustration: SUSPENSE.-DRAWN BY J. E. KELLY.] + + + + +THE SOLEMN OLD LADY. + +BY W. L. PETERS. + + + There was once a wee boy + With an excellent face. + Who was seen every Sunday + At church in his place; + And there this wee boy was accustomed to stare + At a solemn old lady with lavender hair, + Who used to sit opposite to him. + + But when the long service + Was over at last, + He would wait at the + Vestibule door till she passed; + And then she would stop on her way from the pew, + And propound a conundrum, which he never knew, + For she asked him the "drift of the sermon." + + By-and-by, when the little boy's + Manhood came round, + The whole world an unanswered + Conundrum he found. + And he can no more answer it now, I declare, + Than he could the old lady with lavender hair, + Who used to sit opposite to him. + +[Illustration: THE WEE BOY IN CHURCH.--DRAWN BY C. A. NORTHAM.] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + + SMITH'S HILL, CALIFORNIA. + + I live on the east branch of Feather River, in California. I go to + school in a school-house made of logs. The scholars are all + Germans and Indians. Swallows generally come here in February, but + this year we did not see any till the 9th of March. I saw a + picture of the snow-flower in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 7. It grows on the + hills near my home, and blooms in June. Lupin and larkspur and + many other flowers also grow here. I am seven years old. + + LOU R. K. + + * * * * * + + DOWNIEVILLE, CALIFORNIA. + + I am twelve years old, and I live in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, + about four thousand feet above the sea-level, with my aunt and + uncle. The snow is two feet and a half deep (April 11), and I can + not look for willow "pussies" myself, but this afternoon my uncle + was out over the snow, and he found some, which I send you. These + are the first I have ever seen. A few days ago there was a flock + of robins in our back yard, and they went skipping and hopping + about quite happy. I have a pigeon, and his name is Bob. When I + hold out my hand to him with wheat in it, he will come and eat, + and when he has eaten all the wheat, he will turn around and fight + me. Can you tell me why the 1st of April is called All-fools' Day? + + MARY A. R. + +The origin of April-fools' Day is unknown. If you have YOUNG PEOPLE No. +18, read the answer to Zella T., in the Post-office Box. + + * * * * * + + COLFAX, CALIFORNIA. + + My uncle subscribed to YOUNG PEOPLE for a New-Year's present to + me, and I do not believe he could have found a paper I would have + liked better if he had hunted all over the United States. But I + can not enjoy it alone, so when I get all through reading it, I + send it to a little friend. I only moved to California eight + months ago. I have twenty-two real dolls, and every one has a + change of under-clothing and several dresses. I have one hundred + and ten paper dolls. They all have names, and a history, which I + know by heart. I send you some pressed California flowers and + fern. I am twelve years old. + + JEANNIE K. P. + + * * * * * + + WOBURN, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I am ten years old. I have no pets now, but I had a Newfoundland + dog named Nero, and a pussy named Major. On the 14th of April I + was in the woods, and I found two buttercups. They were the first + wild flowers I have seen this year. + + CLARENCE E. L. + + * * * * * + + I live in Upper Sandusky, Ohio, on the banks of the Sandusky + River. This is a very historical country. It was named after a + tribe of Indians called the Wyandottes, who burned Colonel + Crawford at the stake on the 11th of June, 1782. In the southern + part of this town is a tree called the "Big Sycamore." It is + sixteen feet in diameter, and about one hundred and fifty feet + high. It has several limbs that are from five to eight feet in + diameter. I have some pet ducks I think a great deal of, and a + sheep named Dick, that follows me everywhere. + + WILLIE B. G. + + * * * * * + + SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. + + We have three little canary-birds. They can feed themselves, and + mamma has put them in another cage. Their names are Yellowtop, + Sport, and Baby. The mother bird has made a new nest, and this + morning she has two eggs in it. If Daisy Balch will softly stroke + her bird through the wires of the cage every evening at dusk, he + will soon allow her to put her finger inside the cage, and will + peck at a little sugar on the end of her finger, and will no doubt + perch on it. All this will need patience. I like the "Tar Baby" + story so much, and "Mother Goose's May Party." + + ETHEL. + + * * * * * + + NIAGARA FALLS, NEW YORK. + + I live on the Niagara River, three miles and a half above the + falls. I go to school at Niagara Falls village, and have walked + nearly all winter in all kinds of weather, although it is nearly + four miles. I have a little wild rabbit--black, white, and brown. + I had two, but the other ran away. We have a white cat and kitten. + The cat came to us nine years ago, when it was a little bit of a + thing. It stands on its hind-legs when it wants something to eat, + and never scratches. We have a water-spaniel named Music. He does + not like to hear any one play the piano in a minor key. + + F. T. + + * * * * * + + NORWICH, CONNECTICUT. + + I am ten years old. I like to read YOUNG PEOPLE. The Post-office + Box letters are nice. Katie R. P. says she collects insects. So + does my papa. He puts lumps of cyanide of potassium, bought at the + druggist's, in a bottle, and mixes plaster of Paris with water + until it is like dough, and then pours it over the potassium. When + it dries, the bottle is ready for use. Five cents' worth lasts a + season, and is cheaper than ether, papa says, and works better. + When the butterflies are dead, he spreads them on a board to dry, + spreading their wings carefully and evenly, and holding them in + place with pins. Papa has butterflies all the way from China. He + has as many as five hundred kinds. He raises them just as people + do chickens, right from the egg. He calls the worms his + pets--great green ones. I get food for them. They eat lots. He + calls worms larvae, which he says means baby butterflies. + + That butterfly Bessie F. had was the Danais, papa thinks. + Butterflies are all foreigners, and have queer names I don't + understand. The worm of the Danais is found on milkweed, papa + tells me. It does not spin a cocoon, but forms a chrysalis--a + handsome green sack that looks like an ear-drop, with gold and + black spots on it. + + WALTER H. P. + +It is scarcely safe to recommend the handling of cyanide of potassium, +in any form whatever, to our young readers, as it is one of the most +terrible of poisons, and works much mischief and suffering by merely +coming in contact with a slight cut on the finger. + + * * * * * + + GREENSBURG, KENTUCKY. + + I live on the top of a cliff almost two hundred feet high. The + scenery is beautiful. You can see for a distance of twenty miles in + almost every direction. There is an old field on our farm in which + papa thinks the Indians fought a battle, because there are so many + flint arrow-heads there. My brother and I are saving them, because + we like to have them in our room. + + I caught seven woodchucks with my dog. I am fourteen years old, and + own a horse of my own. I bought her about two years ago. I have a + goat that I work in a wagon I made myself. In autumn and winter I + go to school, and in spring and summer I work on the farm, which I + like pretty well. There are several caves on our farm. In one of + them I have been in over a hundred yards. I like to read all of the + letters in YOUNG PEOPLE'S Post-office Department. + + + JOHN H. B. + + * * * * * + + JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY. + + I have been intending to write to the Post-office Box ever since I + began to take YOUNG PEOPLE, which papa gave me for a Christmas + present. I have a pet cat, which I call Fluff, after the kitty I + read about in the Christmas number. My Fluff is very much like + that kitty, only she never went to church in her owner's muff. + + MATTIE J. + + * * * * * + + PONTOTOC, MISSISSIPPI. + + I see most of your little correspondents live in the far North and + West, and I thought you might like to hear from a little Southern + girl, who likes YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I am nine years old. I + have no sister, and but one brother. My papa is a doctor, and is + often from home; so when Buddie and I are at school, mamma is + alone. I love to go to school. I have two cats--Muldrow and + Dumpie. I will write about our beautiful birds next time. + + D. R. H. + + * * * * * + + RIDLEY PARK, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I am trying to collect a cabinet of curiosities, and have quite a + lot of things already. I have pieces of celebrated foreign + buildings, English street-car tickets, Lake George diamonds, the + rattle of a rattle-snake, and other things. + + I think the "Letter from a Land Turtle" is very interesting. I had + a young water turtle that I could cover with a two-cent piece. I + saw a very funny ants' bed the other day. It was an oyster shell, + with the edges all covered with sand, except on one place, where + the ants went in. I think it must have been a very cozy house. + Will you please tell me something about the habits of ants? + + C. B. F. + + * * * * * + + AUBURN, NEW YORK. + + I have no pets, but we have a nice flower garden. One of the boy + correspondents of YOUNG PEOPLE asked if we had ever seen a + tarantula, or California spider. We have one five or six inches + long, preserved in alcohol. My uncle sent it to us from Nevada. He + says the webs are so strong that people use them for thread. + + BERTIE S. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange pressed wild flowers with some little + girl living in the East. I would like some small bouquets for a + scrap-book. We have a great variety of beautiful wild flowers + here. I have one sister and two brothers. My pet is a sheep. She + will leave the herd to come to me. She eats bread, and tobacco + too, when the shepherd gives it to her. Her name is Susie. + + MABEL SHARP, + Buchanan, Fresno County, California. + + * * * * * + + NEW YORK CITY. + + I am a great admirer of Shakspeare. I have just finished reading + _Macbeth_. I have seen Edwin Booth play Hamlet. My mother has read + aloud to me _King Richard III_. and many others of these plays. I + am also very fond of history. I first read _Peter Parley's + Universal History_, next Dickens's _Child's History of England_, + and since many other books of historical tales. I am now reading + Guizot's _Popular History of France_. There are six large volumes, + and I have finished the third volume to-day. + + I think you will be interested to hear about my Bible. It is the + elegant "Illuminated Bible" which was "published by Harper & + Brothers, 82 Cliff Street," just before the fire, which destroyed + all the plates of "sixteen hundred historical engravings." I read + in it every Sunday, and almost every morning. I have read the Old + Testament in course to the end of Chronicles, and I am pretty + familiar with the rest of the Bible. + + I was paralyzed when I was sixteen months old, and have not the + use of my right hand. As yet I can not write well with my left. I + am twelve years old. + + S. CASSIUS E. + + * * * * * + + JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY. + + My sister Gertie and I had each a small turtle. They were kept in + a glass globe in the house all winter, and about a week ago we put + them out in the yard in a large pan. To-day, when I went out to + see them, mine was dead. Can anyone tell me what was the matter + with it? They both had plenty of raw meat and earth-worms. The + water was changed every day, and there were large stones for them + to crawl up upon. We put the other turtle back in the glass globe + in the house. + + MAMIE E. + +Turtles prefer to bury themselves in the mud, and sleep all winter. +Perhaps had you allowed your turtle to follow its natural instincts, it +would not have died. + + * * * * * + + PROVINCETOWN, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I am seven years old. I want to tell all the boys who read YOUNG + PEOPLE that I live where they catch those big whales. My uncle + goes in a vessel after them. He has killed nine this spring. The + largest one was over sixty feet long, and made fifty barrels of + oil. They shoot the whales with a bomb-lance. + + FREDDIE R. A. + + * * * * * + + BENTON, ILLINOIS. + + I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think it is a very interesting paper. I + am living in Benton now, and very soon I will have a little dog, a + lamb, and a pig. Some of you that live up North will think a pig + is a very strange pet; and yet when you think that the pig is + white and clean, then perhaps you would like him better. Perhaps I + shall have a canary-bird and a kitten, but I am not sure. + To-morrow I am going to see somebody weave a carpet. I have to + study history and French every day except Saturday and Sunday. I + like to study them when they are easy enough. + + LILIAN MCD. + + * * * * * + + JANESVILLE, WISCONSIN. + + I found hepaticas on the 7th of April, and anemones a little + later. Violets, shooting-stars, Solomon's-seal, wild geranium, and + jack-in-the-pulpit are in blossom now (May 14), as well as other + wild flowers. I have seen woodpeckers, orioles, lots of robins and + blue jays, brown thrushes, and bluebirds. When I was going out in + the yard this morning I saw several chipmunks. + + ALICE C. L. + + * * * * * + + PROSPERITY, SOUTH CAROLINA. + + I live down in "Dear old South Carolina." We have a nice flower + garden, and there are plenty of flowers in blossom already. It has + been very warm this winter. I did not start to wearing shoes till + nearly Christmas, and I pulled them off again on my birthday, + which was the 4th of March. + + My father is an editor, and we get a great many papers to read. I + am very much interested in "Across the Ocean." I used to live up + in the snow, on the banks of the Potomac. + + J. W. H. + + * * * * * + + BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. + + I live in the city, but I have got some chickens, and am very much + interested in them. I have raised some; but there is an old cat + that has eaten eleven of them, and I can not kill her. I have + pigeons too, and have raised a good many. I read a letter in YOUNG + PEOPLE No. 13 from a little boy who hatched a chicken by putting + the egg in ashes. I wish he would tell me how he kept the egg + warm. + + HENRY W. + + * * * * * + + BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. + + I have tried Nellie H.'s recipe for sugar candy, and I found it + very nice indeed. I intend to try Puss Hunter's recipe for cake, + and I will let her know my success. + + CHRISTABEL V. + + * * * * * + + ELMIRA, NEW YORK. + + Here is a recipe for chocolate caramels for the cooking club: One + cup and a half of sugar; one cup of grated chocolate; one cup of + milk; one cup of molasses; a piece of butter the size of an egg; + one tea-spoonful of vanilla. Let the mixture boil twenty minutes, + and then pour it in buttered tins to cool. + + FANNY S. + + * * * * * + + FORT UNION, NEW MEXICO. + + I am nine years old. I do not go to school, but I study at home, + and I can write pretty well. I tried the recipe that Nellie H. + sent, and it was very nice. I tried it several times. I had a + canary once, but it died, and papa buried it under a tree. + + MARGARET R. MACN. + + * * * * * + +Fannie A. Hartwell and Bertha C. M. send recipes for doll's cup-cake for +Puss Hunter's cooking club, but as they are almost the same as the one +from Bessie L. S., printed in Post-office Box No. 28, we do not repeat +them. The domestic inclinations of these little housekeepers of the +future are very pleasing, and we hope other little girls will send +recipes for the cooking club, which should certainly be encouraged. + + * * * * * + + GENEVA LAKE, WISCONSIN. + + I will be ten years old in July. I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think + there never was such a nice little paper. We have live + cherry-trees, and they are all in bloom (May 7). We live near the + lake, and my little brother and I play on the shore almost every + day. They are launching two large steamers to-day. Papa, mamma, + and I went out fishing not long ago; we did not catch even one + fish, but we enjoyed the sail very much. I am going to the woods + to-morrow, and will send "Wee Tot" some wild flowers. I have a pet + kitty and a little Skye terrier, and every one likes to see them + play together. + + FRANKIE P. + + I am eleven years old. I take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like + the Post-office Box best of all. I have two pet pigeons. They are + very tame, and fly to me when I go out; I never feed them except + out of my hands. I would like to exchange pressed flowers with any + little girl. + + FANNY LAWRENCE, + Dedham, Massachusetts. + + * * * * * + + I have about five hundred specimens and curiosities of different + kinds which I would like to exchange with any correspondents of + YOUNG PEOPLE. I myself have a cabinet of about one thousand + specimens. Letters or packages may be addressed to + + FRANKLIN J. KAUFMAN, + 40 Butternut Street, Syracuse, New York. + + * * * * * + + BUCHANAN, CALIFORNIA. + + I am ten years old. My father takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me, and I + enjoy it very much. I save all my money to buy Du Chaillu's books. + I have three now, and mean to get them all. Will you please tell + me if Du Chaillu is alive yet? I hope he is, and is making some + more books for us boys. I have a pet horned owl. He snaps his bill + and hisses at me. + + EUGENE S. + +Mr. Du Chaillu is alive, and in excellent health. You will be pleased to +know, also, that he is hard at work on new books, which promise to be of +even greater interest than those already published. + + * * * * * + +A. H. ELLARD.--See answer to B., Post-office Box No. 23. + + * * * * * + +S. A. S.--Rabbits eat cabbage, clover, cracker and milk, and almost all +kinds of vegetables, herbage, or grain. Do not give them parsley, as it +is said to be poisonous to them. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +ENIGMA. + + My first is in bloom, but not in fade. + My second is in shadow, but not in shade. + My third is in gloomy, but not in grave. + My fourth is in valiant, but not in brave. + My fifth is in anvil, but not in forge. + My sixth is in chasm, but not in gorge. + My seventh is in tares, but not in weeds. + My whole was a man of noble deeds. + + LOTTIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE. + +A city in Spain. A city in France. A sea of the Eastern Continent +traversed by many ships. In Russia. A famous mountain of Asia Minor. A +city in Belgium. A city in Spain. Centrals read downward spell the name +of a city in Germany. + + C. P. T. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +DIAMOND PUZZLE. + +In combine. A boy's name. Jovial. Barren. In gipsy. + + JOHNNY R. G. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARE. + +First, endure. Second, imagination. Third, precious. Fourth, a title. + + PIERRE. + + * * * * * + +No. 5. + +ENIGMA. + + My first is in rat, but not in mouse. + My second is in pheasant, but not in grouse. + My third is in limp, but not in stiff. + My fourth is in smoke, but not in whiff. + My fifth is in waistcoat, but not in vest. + My sixth is in eager, but not in zest. + My seventh is in high, but not in low. + My whole was a courtier of long ago, + An author who travelled in foreign lands, + And died at last by cruel hands. + + NORTH STAR. + + * * * * * + +No. 6. + +DOUBLE ACROSTIC. + +Silent. A man's name. A beloved relative. An empire. An ancient Greek +author. Answer--Two celebrated authors. + + HARRY M. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 28. + +No. 1. + + L + R I P + L I L A C + P A D + C + +No. 2. + + N ante S + O czako W + R om E + W exfor D + A licant E + Y ucata N + +Norway, Sweden. + +No. 3. + +Cabbage-rose. + +No. 4. + +Make hay while the sun shines. + +No. 5. + +Mayflower. + +No. 6. + +Noon. + + * * * * * + +A Personation, on page 392--Shakspeare. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Samuel H. Manning, Grace N. Whiting, H. E. +Stout, C. W. Lisk, C. Bingham, Adella Titus, Lottie Noble, N. E. +Portlock, Howard E. Meiller, W. T. Sears, Dotty Seaman, Josie L. Moore, +G. C. Meyer, Charlie Stewart, Lena B. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Spier, Cora Frost, +Paul Beardsley, J. R. Blake, William and Mary Tiddy, Edward May, Willie +Draper, John McClintock, Bennie Lynch, Eva L. Pearson, George W. +Hambridge, J. S. Peabody, Willie F. Dix, Eddie A. Leet, Mattie Jameson, +C. Steele, Hattie Norris, Bert J., Mary E. DeWitt, "A School-Boy," +Minnie H. Ingham, Louisa Gates, George Schilling, S. Cassius Ensworth, +G. Dudley Kyte, Rebecca Hedges, Bessie Eaton, Violet, Fanny S., S. A. +Hibbs, Ada B. Voute, Leon M. Fobes, Alice Dudley, George H. Radley, +H. G. B., C. D. P., Jimmie B. Tallman, Helen W. Dean, Louisa J. Gray, +Albert E. Seibert. + + + + +ADVERTISEMENTS. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at +the following rates--_payable in advance, postage free_: + + SINGLE COPIES $0.04 + ONE SUBSCRIPTION, _one year_ 1.50 + FIVE SUBSCRIPTIONS, _one year_ 7.00 + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. 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Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces; +charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling +pictures.--_Churchman_, N. Y. + +The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever +seen.--_New Bedford Mercury._ + +This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for +boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a +wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.--_Philadelphia +Ledger._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +HARPER & BROTHERS _will send the above work by mail, postage prepaid, to +any part of the United States, on receipt of the price_. + + + + +CHILDREN'S + +PICTURE-BOOKS. + + Square 4to, about 800 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted + Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50 + per volume. + +The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals. + + With Sixty Illustrations by HARRISON WEIR. + +The Children's Bible Picture-Book. + + With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by STEINLE, OVERBECK, + VEIT, SCHNORR, &c. + +The Children's Picture Fable-Book. + + Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations + by HARRISON WEIR. + +The Children's Picture-Book of Birds. + + With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY. + +The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia. + + With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +Old Books for Young Readers. + + * * * * * + +Arabian Nights' Entertainments. + + The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights' + Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with + Explanatory Notes, by E. W. LANE. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2 + vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50. + +Robinson Crusoe. + + The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, + Mariner. By DANIEL DEFOE. With a Biographical Account of Defoe. + Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50. + +The Swiss Family Robinson. + + The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures of a Father and Mother + and Four Sons on a Desert Island. Illustrated. 2 vols., 18mo, + Cloth, $1.50. + + The Swiss Family Robinson--Continued: being a Sequel to the + Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50. + +Sandford and Merton. + + The History of Sandford and Merton. By THOMAS DAY. 18mo, Half + Bound, 75 cents. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: PLAYING "HOOKEY." + +"Jimmy, I wonder if School's out yet?"] + + * * * * * + +=A Good Samaritan who would not tell his Name.=--Oberlin, the well-known +philanthropist of Steinthal, while yet a candidate for the ministry, was +travelling on one occasion from Strasburg. It was in the winter-time. +The ground was deeply covered with snow, and the roads were almost +impassable. He had reached the middle of his journey, and was among the +mountains, but by that time was so exhausted that he could stand up no +longer. He was rapidly freezing to death. Sleep began to overcome him; +all power to resist it left him. He commended himself to God, and +yielded to what he felt to be the sleep of death. He knew not how long +he slept, but suddenly became conscious of some one rousing him and +waking him up. Before him stood a wagon-driver in his blue blouse, the +wagon being not far away. He gave him a little wine and food, and warmth +returned. He then helped him into the wagon, and brought him to the next +village. The rescued man was profuse in his thanks, and offered money, +which his benefactor refused. "It is only a duty to help one another," +said the wagoner, "and it is the next thing to an insult to offer a +reward for such a service." "Then," replied Oberlin, "at least tell me +your name, that I may have you in thankful remembrance before God." "I +see," said the wagoner, "that you are a minister of the Gospel: please +tell me the name of the Good Samaritan." "That," said Oberlin, "I can +not do, for it was not put on record." "Then," replied the wagoner, +"until you can tell me his name, permit me to withhold mine." Soon he +had driven out of sight, and Oberlin never saw him again. + + * * * * * + +=Earthquakes in Chili.=--In some parts of South America men keep their +"earthquake coats," which are dresses that can be put on +instantaneously, with a view to a speedy exit from the house. The +advisability of such a practice may be inferred from the picture of one +of the features of life in Chili which is set forth in the following +extract from a letter of a young Englishman, who settled at Valparaiso a +few years ago. Under date of November 16 he writes: "I am in a most +nervous state on account of having had three days and nights of +successive earthquakes--fearful ones. The first night I walked the +streets, and indeed every one else did the same; the second night I went +to bed quite exhausted at about 3 A.M.; last night also at about 2 A.M., +but I could not sleep, for we had about six shocks, though not so +strong. The whole cornice of a house close to ours came down into the +street, but luckily no one was passing at the time. The women rush into +the street in their night dresses, screaming like lunatics, and one +trembles from head to foot. I was crossing our street when the strongest +shock came, and I was transfixed with fright, for the road was going up +and down like waves. My hand even now shakes, for at any moment we may +have another, and how strong it may be no one can tell. I can assure you +I am afraid to take off my clothes. The large squares have been filled +for the last three nights with beds and people wrapped up in blankets." + + + + +SOLUTION OF THE PASHA PUZZLE. + + +[Illustration] + +This is the solution of the Pasha Puzzle given on page 424 of YOUNG +PEOPLE No. 30. The puzzle was to make Hobart Pasha by combining a fort, +two sabres, two British gun-boats, two bayonets, a bomb-shell, and three +birds; and here you have an accurate (?) likeness of the fire-eating +Turk. + + + + +CHARADE + + My first is solemn and sedate, + Or ought to be, that's certain; + But sometimes, owing to the state + Of human passions, or to fate, + It is a scene of fierce debate + And wrath; but ere it is too late + I'll stop, and draw the curtain. + + My second visits many lands, + In bright and stormy weather; + 'Tis fair to see across the sands, + Though never quite at rest it stands; + One mind alone its course commands; + Within are many hearts and hands + Most strangely met together. + + My whole is thought a happy time, + Its praise is often sounded; + 'Tis told in books, 'tis sung in rhyme, + In every age and every clime; + Of youth and manhood 'tis the prime, + Except when on the sordid grime + Of avarice 'tis founded. + + + + +[Illustration: THE DOG PUZZLE.] + +Here is a picture of two dogs ready for a fight. 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