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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Harper's Young People, December 27, 1881 - An Illustrated Weekly - -Author: Various - -Release Date: December 31, 2015 [EBook #50809] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 27, 1881 *** - - - - -Produced by Annie R. McGuire - - - - - - - - -[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE] - - * * * * * - -VOL. III.--NO. 113. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR -CENTS. - -Tuesday, December 27, 1881. Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 -per Year, in Advance. - - * * * * * - - - - -[Illustration: "I BRING YOU GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY."] - -"GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY." - - - An angel voice on Judah's plain - Announced to men a Saviour's birth: - Each Christmas sends the sweet refrain - Re-echoing wider o'er the earth. - - Whence come the joys of Christmas-tide? - A Child from Heaven has given us them. - Above all thoughts let this abide: - _The Christ is born in Bethlehem._ - - - - -A CHRISTMAS MYSTERY; OR, JO AND HIS PET CROW. - -BY MRS. FRANK McCARTHY. - - -The sharp crack of a rifle startled the echoes around Judge Malcom's -country home, and a big black crow dropped from the wood-pile. Out ran a -little darky boy from the kitchen, followed by Aunt Dinah, his fat old -grandmother. - -"Now, you Jo, what you gwine to do wid dat dar crow? You better drap him -like a hot potater. He's a-gwine to de Ole Scratch, whar he belongs." - -But Jo had run over to the wood-pile, picked up the poor old crow, and -held it to his bosom. His woollen shirt was open, and down his black -skin ran the red blood of the wounded bird, down his black cheeks ran -the tears, and he rocked himself to and fro in an agony of grief. - -"He's done gone dead for suah," sobbed Jo. "Oh, Mas'r Harry! what made -yer kill poor old 'Thus'lem?" - -"I'm sorry, Jo," said a handsome lad of twelve, putting down his gun. "I -didn't know it was your crow, and he made such a capital target up there -on that jagged stick, I couldn't help it. Don't cry, Jo; I'll get you -another much nicer pet than that. He's the most broken-down, -dilapidated-looking customer I ever saw. He's blind in one eye, and no -wonder Aunt Dinah named him Methuselah; he must be a thousand years old. -Let the miserable thing die, Jo, and I'll give you one of my bull-pups." - -"An' I'll dib oo a pet tennary, Do," lisped little Laura. - -"An' I'll gib you a good lickin' ef you don't shet dat dar bawlin'," -said Aunt Dinah. "Why, yer couldn't make more ob a rumpus over a pore -Christian." - -But entreaties or threats were of no avail. Jo thanked Master Harry for -his offer of the bull-pup, and Miss Laura for hers of a canary, but he -said he didn't want any more pets if 'Thus'lem died. Then he climbed the -back steps to the room over the kitchen where he and Aunt Dinah slept. -Taking out of an old box a checked shirt, he proceeded to tear off the -tail some narrow strips. These he bound tightly about the bleeding body -of the crow, and finding one leg hanging limp and useless, he cut a -splinter from the box, and set the shattered limb. Then he bathed -'Thus'lem's head with water, all the while calling upon his favorite to -open his eyes and look at him once more before he died. - -'Thus'lem seemed to have made up his mind to look at Jo a good many more -times before he died, for his best eye opened and began to blink in such -a lively manner that Jo jumped up and clapped his hands with delight. - -"Why, 'Thus'lem," he stammered--"why, why, yer ain't done gone, is yer? -Yer's a-gwine to lib, mebbe?" - -"Jes so, jes so," feebly croaked the crow. - -Not that I mean to say 'Thus'lem could talk. No member of the crow -family has ever been known to carry on a conversation; but as for those -two words, everybody said they were plain enough when you knew what they -were. - -"'Clar to goodness," said Aunt Dinah, "ef dere's any kill in dat dar -crow! He's been froze to deff, an' scalded to deff, an' crushed to deff, -an' shot to deff, an' here he is agin, peart as a maggot. Reckon he's -lived 's long 's de creation itseff, an' looked on wid dat dar crooked -eye o' his'n when Noah built de ark. He's enuff to scar' de life out ob -any one. Jes look at him, Mas'r Harry." - -He certainly was a very queer specimen of the bird creation. His body -seemed to be held together with strips of Jo's old shirt, he had only -one leg to stand on, and every feather seemed to straggle in a different -direction. - -"He hasn't got off by de skin ob his teef for nuffin," said Aunt Dinah; -"he's chock-full ob inikity, dat dar crow." - -"Jes so, jes so," croaked the crow. - -But Jo patted tenderly the wounded body of his favorite, and told him -not to mind granny, to be a good crow, and get well and comfort the -oppressed heart of his master. - -"For, 'Thus'lem," said Jo, as he settled down to his potato-paring, with -the bird on his shoulder, "I know you's ill-used an' pussecuted an' -slanderized, an' folks don't gib yer no peace, sleepin' nor wakin'; but -dat's acause you's black, 'Thus'lem, an' I's black, an' we's bofe black. -Ef yer woz a lubly yaller canary ob Missy Laura's, you'd hab a mos' -spreneriferous time, 'Thus'lem. You'd hab a shinin' gilt cage to lib in, -an' a boss swing to swing on, an' all de lump-sugar yer could swaller -down, an' Missy Laura'd call yer 'honey' an' 'sugar-plum,' an' let yer -roost on her lily-white finger, an' peck out ob her lubly red lips. Oh, -goodness gracious' sakes alive, 'Thus'lem!" said Jo, his eyes rolling in -his head at the thoughts of such ecstasy, "ef yer woz only a yaller -canary!" - -But 'Thus'lem shook his head, as much as to say that he wouldn't give a -rotten cherry for such felicity. - -"It's a mos' drefful pity," sighed poor Jo, "dat yer looks is so -mightily agin yer, 'Thus'lem; dat dar nose o' yourn bein' so drefful -hooked, an' dat dar eye o' yourn so powerful skewed. But don't worry -about it, 'Thus'lem; it can't be helped, yer know." - -"Jes so, jes so," meekly croaked the crow. - -"We'll hab to be sassyfried, 'Thus'lem, an' do de bes' we can. Don' yer -smell de good tings a-cookin', 'Thus'lem? Don' yer sniff up de pies an' -cookies, 'Thus'lem, an' de ginger an' spice an' all de lubly cookin', -'Thus'lem? Dat's acause it's Christmas-time, when eberybody's kinder -happy, 'Thus'lem, even a pore old crow." - -"Jes so, jes so," croaked the crow, and apparently a little tired of -Jo's sermonizing, he limped out of his sight. - -Shortly after, Master Harry entered the kitchen, and told Jo he had some -very particular work for him to do. - -"You see, Jo," said Harry, "Santa Claus is very busy this year, and he -can't get time to provide Christmas trees for folks that have them -handy. We'll have to help him a little." And winking mysteriously to Jo, -he beckoned him outside, and told him the joyful news that he too was to -help get the Christmas tree and greens. - -It may not seem such a very pleasant thing to some people to go out in -the freezing air, and hack down a lot of tough cedars, but to Jo it was -simply delightful. - -"Jes tink of dat dar, 'Thus'lem," he said to his crow, "'ter be sot ter -work for Santy Claws himseff! 'Pears like as ef de good times is comin' -for dis yere Jo, 'Thus'lem. Mas'r Harry's powerful good to bofe of us -nowadays. It's a bressed Christmas dis yere, 'Thus'lem." - -The fact was that Harry had determined to make up to Jo for the grief he -had given him in the careless shooting of his favorite crow. He was -shocked when he saw the agony his careless indifference had given Jo. He -had no idea a little darky like that could feel even worse than he would -if any accident should happen to one of his pets. When Harry found out -that the color of Jo's skin did not hinder him from being a real boy -like himself, with all a boy's appreciation, and much more than an -average boy's feeling, Jo went up a good many pegs in Harry's -estimation, and not having any white boys handy, he made excellent use -of Jo. - -There was an air of secrecy about the house that always belonged to -Christmas-time. When the Judge came home from town with his pockets -bulging out, and winked to his wife to follow him to an adjoining room, -nobody thought of prying into their secrets except 'Thus'lem; but then -no one minded him. - -Harry had his own secrets too, shared by nobody except Jo. He was almost -too dignified to take a poor little negro like Jo into his full -confidence, but there was a little package in his bureau drawer, and he -was bursting to show it to somebody. It was a likeness of himself nicely -inclosed in a little locket that would just fit upon his mother's gold -chain. - -"Don't you say anything about it, Jo." - -"Not for de worl', Mas'r Harry. I'd die afore I'd reveal a solemn secret -like dat dar." - -"I believe you would, Jo. I think I can trust you." - -Jo's heart almost burst with pride at this mark of confidence. He did -not even tell 'Thus'lem, though he was sorely tempted to, as he never -kept anything from his pet crow. The very next day it happened that -another honor was conferred upon Jo. - -Mrs. Malcom had shut herself up in her room, and when Jo brought a -scuttle of coal, she did not put aside the pretty purse she was -knitting, but nodded and smiled when she saw Jo looking at it. - -"It's for Master Harry, Jo. When I get it done and put a few gold pieces -in it, don't you think he'll like it all the better because his mother -knit it?" - -"Shouldn't wunner a bit ef he would, missus. My souls an' bodies! wot a -Christmas this will be!" - -"Don't tell him, Jo." - -"I'd be chopped into bits afore I'd tell it!" - -"Jo is a faithful, honest, good little fellow," said Mrs. Malcom to -Harry; "we mustn't forget Jo at Christmas." - -"No, indeed, mamma. Do you know what I think would please him more than -anything? A pretty collar for 'Thus'lem, as he calls that old crow. Of -course we'll give him clothes and things; but he'd like something of -that kind for Methuselah--darkies like trinkets, you know." - -"Jes so, jes so," said the crow. - -Harry remembered this remark bitterly enough upon Christmas-eve, when -the happy moment had at last come for him to bring forth his treasure -from its hiding-place, and put it triumphantly in the hands of his -mamma. - -The Christmas greens were all hung, the Christmas tree was ready for -Santa Claus to trim, and Jack Frost had already begun his wonderful -decorations. Little Laura was fast asleep in her snug little bed; Jo had -gone, whistling cheerfully, to his garret; and even 'Thus'lem had -squeezed himself through the hole in the plaster that led from the main -building to the room over the kitchen, and gone to roost comfortably in -Jo's black bosom. - -Jo looked out of the little window up to the clear cold sky. One tiny -star was glimmering there. - -"Pears like as ef it might be de bressed star ob Bethlehem, 'Thus'lem," -said Jo; "it's de berry same hebben, 'Thus'lem, as it woz long ago." - -"Jes so, jes so," sleepily croaked the crow. - -In the mean while Harry had gone to get his treasure. He opened the -bureau, put his hand to the accustomed place, and lo! the treasure was -gone. With a trembling hand Harry tossed every article over a dozen -times. He looked, as people will for missing articles, in all sorts of -out-of-the-way and impossible places. At length he yielded to the fact -that the locket was gone. The little treasure was lost at the one moment -that it was of priceless value to him; for he could get nothing now to -take its place. It was too late to secure the cheapest trinket. For the -first time since he could remember he must go empty-handed on Christmas -to his mother. Tears of grief, of rage, of disappointment, burst from -his eyes. How in the world could it have gone? Nobody knew it was there -but himself, nobody but--Jo. - -"Darkies love trinkets," he muttered, bitterly. "Jo is the only living -soul that could possibly have taken it." - -Then he jumped upon his feet, and went down stairs. - -"Oh, mamma," he faltered, "I had something for you that I know you'd -like, but it's gone, it's stolen." - -Then with clinched fists and streaming eyes, Harry told her of his loss. - -"My dear boy," said Mrs. Malcom, "don't grieve; above all, don't lose -your temper on Christmas-eve, of all times in the year. I'm just as glad -as if I had the pretty picture in my hand; and as for poor Jo, if he did -take it, it was from love of your dear face and ignorance of the crime -he was committing. But now that you have as good as given me your -present, you shall have mine." - -She went into her little sitting-room and put her hand into the work-box -for her purse. Only that morning she had put in the gold pieces--it -ought to be an easy thing to feel them in the dark. But it was not. She -lit the lamp, and even then her search was vain. The purse was gone. A -serious, sad, and pained expression overshadowed her face. Nobody knew -even of the existence of the purse. Nobody had seen it, nobody but--Jo. - -Sighing heavily, she went back into the parlor. "Harry, my son," she -said, "it is so sad to have such a thing happen upon Christmas-eve! I -would not have believed it possible; even now I can scarcely credit my -senses." - -Then she told him all. - -Harry's face lit with sudden wrath. - -"Come, mamma, let's go to Jo's room. I believe he's run away with them. -I don't believe he's there." - -Mrs. Malcom followed Harry to the kitchen, and up the back stairs to the -little garret. Her heart smote her as she saw the miserable rags upon -which Dinah and Jo and 'Thus'lem were all sleeping. For Jo was there, -soundly sleeping as if innocent of everything of which they thought him -guilty. How cold it was in that miserable place! How the wind whistled -through the unplastered beams! How scant and wretched was their bed, -their covering! How wicked she had been not to look after these poor -creatures who had served her so long and faithfully! The crime, the -fault, was partly hers. - -But Harry had shaken Jo rudely by the shoulder. The startled crow limped -out of his warm black resting-place and blinked maliciously at the -intruders. Jo started to his feet in surprise. - -A loud chink upon the old floor was distinctly heard, and by the light -of Harry's lamp could be plainly seen the lost treasures. From under the -ragged quilt had fallen the locket and the purse. - -"Oh, you miserable thief!" said Harry to Jo. - -Jo's teeth began to chatter in his head, his eyes to roll wildly. He -looked from one to the other in a dazed and bewildered way. - -"Wot in de canopy's de matter?" said Aunt Dinah, rubbing her eyes. - -"Matter enough," said Harry. "Jo's a mean, sneaking thief. See what he -has stolen from mamma and me." - -When Harry held up the little locket and the purse, it seemed as if Jo's -eyes would start out of his head. - -"Mas'r Harry, Mas'r Harry," he cried, "I neber fotched 'em here. I neber -laid a finger on 'em; wisher may die on dis berry spot ef I did!" - -The poor black had crouched upon the floor, and held up his shaking -hands in entreaty. His teeth chattered in his head, and his face was -overspread with that ashen hue that can make even a black skin pale. - -Harry had never seen such abject misery. It blunted the edge of his rage -and disappointment. "Jo, Jo," he said, "don't add lying to your other -crimes. Didn't we find the things here where you had hidden them?" - -"Dis beats creation!" said Aunt Dinah. "In all de bressed borned days ob -my life, I neber see de like ob dis. Jes you leab him to me, Mas'r -Harry. I'll wollup de trufe out ob him, ef it takes me all night." - -But Mrs. Malcom stepped forward and held her hands over the poor -shrinking head of the little black boy. - -"No," she said, "he shall no longer be treated like a brute. I will find -another way to reach his heart. Oh, Harry! oh, my son! the fault is -mine. I have cared nothing for poor Jo--for his body or his soul. Our -dumb, soulless animals are better cared for. I'll wait awhile, Jo; I'll -go away, and leave you to think it over. By-and-by you'll remember all -about it, won't you, Jo?" - -Jo shook his head to and fro hopelessly. "Ef you wait until de day ob -judgment, missus, I neber can 'member. It's a mos' drefful mystery how -dem dar tings got here." - -"Come, mother," said Harry, in disgust. "I wouldn't have had this happen -for ten times the worth of the things." - -"Nor I," said his mother, and they both sat sadly down to wait for the -Judge, who had been detained in town. He was surprised and vexed, when -he came, to find that Christmas-eve was being rapidly spoiled. - -"That's the worst of these blacks, they will steal," said the Judge. -"But don't you want to see my presents? They have been kept out of the -reach of thieves." - -The Judge took from his vest pocket a tiny jewel-box containing a ring. -Mrs. Malcom had never seen a finer diamond. She quite forgot poor Jo in -her delight and surprise. Then the Judge took from his other vest pocket -an American watch. As he handed it over to Harry, the lad's clouded face -was bright with joy. - -But as the Judge was placing the ring upon his wife's finger, it -suddenly slipped from his hold, and rolled away upon the floor. All -three of them stooped to look for it. It seemed scarcely to have left -their sight. They lifted chairs and tables, looked closely around the -solid base of the Christmas tree, but the ring had vanished. Again and -again they fruitlessly hunted. Tired, vexed, bewildered, they looked at -each other in dismay. - -"Jo is not the thief, anyway. He didn't take it." - -"Who _did_ take it?" said the Judge. - -"I give it up," said Harry. "The place is bewitched." - -The Judge looked blankly around the room, in utter bewilderment. -Suddenly, he put his finger upon Harry's arm. - -"Hush!" he said. "Be perfectly quiet. I think I've got your thief as -well as mine. He's black, but he isn't Jo. Look over there in that -corner; don't you see a spark of light? Don't frighten the scoundrel. -I'll lay a dollar he'll make off with that ring when I give him the -chance." - -True enough, a black object moved slowly along the floor, and with it -something that shone like a star. - -The Judge softly opened the parlor door. Out hopped 'Thus'lem, with the -ring in his beak. - -"It's worth the risk of the diamond to clear poor Jo," said the Judge to -Harry, and carefully they followed the sly old crow. Up the back stairs -he limped, through the hole in the plaster he squeezed his way, and soon -he was clasped to the bursting heart of his master. - -[Illustration: "''THUS'LEM, MY PORE HEART IS 'MOS' BROKE.'"] - -"Why, why, 'Thus'lem," faltered poor Jo, "I woz afeard you'd turned agin -me, an' believed all de slanderizin'. 'Pears like as ef I don' care to -lib much longer, 'Thus'lem; my pore heart is 'mos' broke. Mas'r Harry -he's done gone agin me, an' missus she's done gone wuss 'n Mas'r Harry; -an' dem dar tings dat fell out o' my bed-quilt goes fur to show I'm a -burgular, 'Thus'lem, even ef I don't know nuffin 'bout it. I s'pect I'll -be put in jail; dere ain't nobody to help a pore black boy. 'Pears like -as ef dat dar sky woz so fur away dat no star of Bethlehem eber shined -dar--leastways for pore black people like you an' me, 'Thus'lem. Yer -don' somehow tink dat yer could scrape 'long in a jail, does yer, -'Thus'lem? Yer could squeeze in an' out de bars, yer know." - -"Yes, take him off to jail," said the voice of the Judge. "That's where -he belongs, the rascal. 'Thus'lem's the thief, Jo. Look at him there -with the ring still in his beak. I've heard that crows will steal, but -'Thus'lem beats all the 'burgulars' I know." - -"Jes so, jes so," chuckled the crow; and down fell the diamond ring, and -rolled to the feet of the Judge. - -Up jumped Jo in wonder and affright. Down he fell upon his knees, and -begged harder for 'Thus'lem than he ever did for himself. - -"He's on'y a pore ole crow, Mas'r Jedge, an' don' know no better. He -mus' hab thought I woz mos' drefful pore, an' he'd try to help me. He -won't do so no more, Mas'r Jedge. Will yer, 'Thus'lem?" - -"Jes so, jes so," croaked the crow. - -"He's chock-full ob inikity," said Aunt Dinah, "an' his neck ought to be -twisted dis berry minute." - -"We'll spare his life for Jo's sake," said the Judge, "to show him that -the star of Bethlehem _did_ shine for everybody, black or white, and our -blessed Saviour had compassion upon as big a thief as his wicked old -crow." - -"Jes so, jes so," chuckled the crow. - -So the Christmas mystery was cleared up, and everybody was thoroughly -happy at last, particularly Jo, who had plenty of presents. But dearer -to him than the apple of his rolling eye was the gift of Mas'r Harry's -second-best watch, which made the fastest time on record, and carried Jo -along into the next week in a single day. - -'Thus'lem waxed old in years, sharing his master's prosperity; and I -shouldn't wonder if he was alive and "chock-full ob inikity" this very -day. - - - - -THE TALKING LEAVES.[1] - -[1] Begun in No. 101, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. - -An Indian Story. - -BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. - -CHAPTER XII. - - -During one part of the journey Steve Harrison and Murray had found the -ledge along the mountain-side pretty rough travelling, but after a while -they succeeded in getting out on to the comparatively smooth slope of -the pine forest. - -"Our only risk now is that we may meet some of their hunters up here -after game. We'll push right on." - -"I'll fight if it can't be helped, Murray, but I'd a good deal rather -not meet anybody." - -"We must find a hiding-place for the horses, and creep down into the -valley on foot. I'll show you some new tricks to-day." - -After searching some time, they tethered their horses between two -rocks, where the thickly woven vines overhead made almost a dark stable -for them. - -"Now, Steve, a good look up and down, and we're off." - -Between them, and what could be called "the road" were many yards of -tangled growth, and before they had gotten through it, Steve felt his -arm gripped hard. - -"Listen! Horses coming. Lie still." - -A minute more and they were both willing to lie as still as mice, for -they had nearly walked into the very cover chosen by Bill and his two -comrades in which to wait for their intended prisoners. - -They and their horses were hardly twenty feet from Steve and Murray. - -Suddenly Murray whispered: "Two young squaws. The foolish things are -coming right into the trap." - -"Can't we help 'em?" - -"They're Apache squaws, Steve." - -"I don't care. I'm white." - -"So am I. Tell you what, Steve-- Ha! I declare!" - -"What's the matter, Murray." - -"One of 'em's white. Sure's you live. They sha'n't touch a hair of their -heads." - -The expression of Murray's face astonished Steve. It was ghastly white -under all its tan and sunburn, and the wrinkles seemed twice as deep as -usual, while the fire in his sunken eyes was fairly blazing. - -"There's an Indian coming." - -"Apache. After the squaws. Don't you hear his whoop? I suppose they'll -shoot him first thing, but they won't send a bullet at the girls. -They're a bad crowd. Worse than Apache Indians." - -"I don't consider them white men." - -"Not inside, they ain't. I'd rather be a Lipan." - -The two merry, laughing girls rode by in happy ignorance of the danger -that was lurking in the thicket, and Red Wolf galloped swiftly on to -join them. Then the three miners, with Bill at their head, sprang out of -their cover. - -"Look out, boys. Don't use your rifles. Thar must be plenty more within -hearin'." - -"We'll have to kill the brave." - -"Of course. Git close to him, though. No noise. I'd like not to give him -a chance to so much as whoop." - -They never dreamed of looking behind. - -"They've start enough now," growled Murray. "Come on, Steve. Step like a -cat. We must take them unawares. Have your tie-up ready." - -The buckskin thongs which hang from the belt, or shoulder, or knee of an -Indian warrior are not all put there for ornament. They are for use in -tying things, and they are terribly strong. - -The two men saw Red Wolf join his sisters; they heard the startled cries -of Rita and Ni-ha-be, the demand for their surrender, and Red Wolf's -reply. - -"Now, Steve, quick! Do just as I tell you." - -Twang! went Ni-ha-be's bow at that instant, and the man next to Bill was -raising his rifle to fire, when his arms were suddenly seized by a grasp -of iron, and jerked behind him. - -"Right at the elbows, Steve. Draw the loop hard. Quick!" - -As the second miner turned in his tracks, he was astonished by a blow -between the eyes that laid him flat. - -"Give it up, boys. Don't one of ye lift a hand." - -Bill could not lift his, with the arrow in his arm. The man Steve had -tied could not move his elbows. The man on the ground was ruefully -looking into the barrel of Murray's rifle. Besides, here was Red Wolf -springing forward, with his lance in one hand and his revolver in the -other. Rita held his horse, while Ni-ha-be sat upon her own, with her -second arrow on the string. - -"We give it up," said Bill; "but what are you fellows up to? I see. -You're the two miners, and you're down on us because we jumped your -claim to that thar gold ledge." - -Red Wolf lowered his lance, and stuck his pistol in his belt. "Your -prisoners; not mine," he said to Murray. "Glad to meet friend. Come in -good time." - -Murray answered, short and sharp: "Young brave, take friend's advice. -Jump on horse. Take young squaws back to camp. Tell chief to ride hard. -Kill pony. Get away fast." - -"Who shall I tell him you are?" - -"Say you don't know. Tell him I'm an enemy. Killed you. Killed young -squaws. Going to kill him." - -There was a sort of grim humor in Murray's face as he said that. Not -only Red Wolf, but the two girls, understood it. - -Steve had not said a word, but he was narrowly watching the three miners -for any signs of an effort to get loose. - -"It's that other one, Steve. He's watching his chance. That's it. Draw -it hard. Now he won't be cutting any capers." - -The expression of the miner's eyes promised the unfriendliest kind of -"capers" if he should ever get an opportunity to cut them. - -"It's no use, boys," said Bill. "Mister, will you jest cut this arrer -close to my arm, so's I can pull it out?" - -"I will in a minute. It's as good as a tie of deer-skin jest now. Watch -'em, Steve!" - -He walked forward, and looked long and hard into the face of Rita. - -[Illustration: "'THEY'D BETTER HAVE KILLED HER, LIKE THEY DID MINE.'"] - -"Too bad! too bad! They'd better have killed her, like they did mine. -It's awful to think of a white girl growing up to be a squaw. Ride for -your camp, young man. I'll take care of these three." - -"I will send out warriors to help you. You shall see them all burned and -cut to pieces." - -"Oh, Rita," whispered Ni-ha-be, "they ought to be burned!" - -Rita was gazing at the face of old Murray, and did not say a word in -reply. - -"Come," said Red Wolf; "the great chief is waiting for us." - -And then he added, to Murray and Steve: - -"The lodges of the Apaches are open to their friends. You will come?" - -"Steve, you had better say yes. It may be a lift for you." - -"I will come some day," said Steve, quickly. "I don't know when." - -"The white head must come too. He has the heart of an Apache, and his -hand is strong for his friends. We must go now." - -He looked at the three miners for a moment, as if he disliked leaving -them behind, and then he bounded upon his pony, and the two girls -followed him. - -"Was he not handsome, Rita?" - -Ni-ha-be was thinking of Steve Harrison, but Rita replied: - -"Oh, very handsome! His hair is white, and his face is wrinkled, but he -is so good. He is a great warrior, too. The bad pale-face went down -before him like a small boy." - -"His hair is not white. It is brown. His face is not wrinkled. He is a -young brave. He will be a chief." - -"Oh, that other one. I hardly looked at him. I hope they will come. I -want to see them again." - -Red Wolf rode fast, and did not pause until he reached the very presence -of Many Bears and his counsellors. - -There were already signs, in all directions, that the camp was beginning -to break up, as well as tokens of impatience on the face of the chief. - -"Where go?" he said, angrily. "Why do young squaws ride away when they -are wanted?" - -Ni-ha-be was about to answer, but Red Wolf had his own story to tell -first. It was eagerly listened to. - -Pale-face enemies so near? Who could they be? White friends too, ready -to fight for them, and send them warning of danger? That was more -remarkable yet. - -A trusty chief and a dozen braves were instantly ordered to dash into -the pass, bring back the prisoners, and learn all they could of the -friendly pale-faces. - -Perhaps Steve Harrison would hardly have felt proud of the name which -was given him on the instant. - -The only feat the Apaches knew of his performing was the thorough manner -in which he had tied up the two miners. So, for lack of any other name, -they spoke of him as the "Knotted Cord." Murray was named "Send -Warning." He had actually earned a "good name" among his old enemies. - -Rita and Ni-ha-be were saved any further scolding. The chief was too -anxious to ask questions of the "talking leaves," now he was sure of the -neighborhood of danger. - -"Ask about the bad pale-faces. Who are they?" - -Rita took her magazines from the folds of her antelope-skin tunic with -trembling hands, for she was beginning to understand that they could not -tell her of things which were to be. It seemed to her in that moment -that she could not remember a single word of English. - -The one she opened first was not that which contained the pictures of -the cavalry; but Rita's face instantly brightened. There were five or -six pages, each of which contained a picture of men engaged in mining -for gold. - -The chief gravely turned the leaves till he came to a sketch that drew -from him a sharp and sullen "Ugh!" - -There were the sturdy miners, with rifles instead of picks, making a -gallant charge upon a party of Indians. - -"No need of talk. Great chief see for himself. No lie. I remember. Kill -some of them. Rest got away. Now they come to strike the Apaches. Ugh!" - -It was only a "fancy sketch"; but it must have been true to life when an -Apache chief could say he had been one of the very crowd of Indians who -were being shot at in the picture. - -"That do. Talk more by-and-by. Big fight come." - -Many Bears rapidly transformed his buffalo-hunters into "warriors." All -that was needed was a chance to put on their war-paint, and a double -allowance of cartridges. - -When that was done, they made a formidable-looking array, and the last -chance of the Lipans or any other enemies for "surprising" them was -gone. Then they rode slowly on after their women and children, and the -braves came back from the pass to report to Many Bears that "Send -Warning, Knotted Cord, and their three prisoners had gone, no one could -guess whither." - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -PEOPLE WE HEAR ABOUT. - -JOHN BRIGHT. - - -Seventy years ago a boy was born in Rochdale, England, who was destined -to fill a great place in the world. His parents were Jacob and Martha -Bright--people of good old Quaker stock--and they called their eldest -boy simply John. - -Jacob Bright was a cotton manufacturer, and both he and his wife were -beloved for their charitable deeds. One Sunday Mrs. Bright and little -John were walking out, and the boy wore his pair of long trousers for -the first time. Of course he felt proud of them. But soon they met a -poor woman with her little boy, and _he_ was clothed in rags. Mrs. -Bright stopped them, and the result of a few minutes' conversation was -that the poor woman and her ragged son returned home with them, and -Master John had to strip off his new suit and let the other boy put it -on in place of his rags. Mrs. Bright's charity was very thorough. - -At school young John was quick and industrious, but his father thought -business more important than book-learning; so at fifteen the boy was -placed in his father's cotton mill. Fortunately for himself and the -world he did not give up learning from books when he left school, or he -would not have been the great man he is. - -As a boy and a young man he was a good cricketer, and all his life he -has been very fond of fishing, having caught minnows and other small -fish in the river that ran by his home, and salmon of forty pounds -weight in Scotland and in Norway. At twenty-two years of age he began -training himself in public speaking in a literary society of which he -was one of the founders, and doubtless it is to this early training that -he owes the honor of being the greatest of living English orators. - -Mr. Bright was first elected a member of Parliament in 1843, and -fourteen years later he was chosen to represent the great manufacturing -town of Birmingham, which seat he still occupies. - -Mr. Bright's public life has been a busy and a useful one. No man has -done more for the benefit of the working classes than he, and he has -never hesitated in the pursuit of the course which he felt to be the -right one. - -In this country the name of John Bright is justly honored, for he was -the only English statesman who supported the Union without wavering -during the late war between the North and the South. Six weeks ago -(November 16), Mr. Bright celebrated his seventieth birthday. - - - - -CHATS ABOUT PHILATELY. - -BY J. J. CASEY. - -VII. - -[Illustration] - -The illustration, which accompanies this article is a fac-simile, so far -as the drawing is concerned, of the postage stamps at present in use in -one of the Dutch possessions off the coast of South America, namely, the -island of Curaçoa. It represents the uniform type of the whole series, -and was introduced in 1873. The head on the stamp represents King -William III. of Holland. - -The series consists of the following values and colors. - - 2-1/2c., bright green. - 3c., stone. - 5c., rose. - 10c., bright blue. - 25c., light brown. - 50c., mauve. - -The currency is in cents, one hundred of which go to the guilder, or -florin. A guilder is equal to nearly forty-one cents of our money. - -Curaçoa, or, as printed on the stamps, Curaçao--the "c" being sounded -like "s"--is an island in the Caribbean Sea, lying off the north coast -of Venezuela. It is forty miles in length from northwest to southeast, -and ten miles in average breadth; the area is two hundred and twelve -square miles. The island is hilly, and deficient in water, being wholly -dependent upon the rains, yet, owing to the industry of the Dutch -planters, considerable quantities of sugar, cotton, tobacco, and maize -are raised. A peculiar variety of orange grows abundantly, and supplies -an important part in the liqueur which takes its name from the island. -The principal export is salt. The shores are bold, in some places deeply -indented, and present several harbors, the chief one being Santa Anna, -on the southwest side of the island. The narrow entrance to this harbor -is protected by Fort Amsterdam and other batteries; but the harbor -itself is large and secure, and is the port of the chief town, Curaçoa, -or Willemstad. The population in 1875 amounted to nearly twenty-four -thousand, about one-third being emancipated negroes. All belonged to the -Roman Catholic Church, except about two thousand Protestants and one -thousand Jews. - -The island was settled by the Spaniards about 1527, was captured by the -Dutch in 1634, was taken by the English in 1798, and again in 1806, but -was restored to the Dutch in 1814, in whose possession it has since -remained. It is seldom that the name of this island is found in ordinary -geographies, although stamp-collectors think it ought to be given a -place. - - - - -[Illustration] - -CHRISTMAS PIE. - -(BEING SUE'S LETTER TO COUSIN ANNIE.) - - - Oh, that marvellous Christmas pie! - Fred, and Fanny, and Carl, and I - Sat up one night till the clock struck one - To plan the party; and oh, the fun - Of having a secret among us four! - (The "Queer Quadrangle" admits no more - Within its circle--or, no--its square, - I should have written, perhaps, just there.) - I can not tell you the things we said - (It's against the rules), but I'll tell instead - About the party, the pie, and all. - - 'Twas not, you know, like a grown-up ball, - But just a rally of all the clan, - And quite the thing for our little plan. - Thirty cousins from far and near, - With aunts and uncles were gathered here. - But I must hasten. The hour drew nigh - When Fred announced with a flourish: - "Pie! - - "Down the staircase, and through the hall. - This side of the supper, and free to all! - 'Put in your thumb, and pull out a plum,' - But mind, the word of the hour is 'mum,' - Forward, march!" - - And the march began, - Headed, of course, by Fred and Fan, - And close behind them were Carl and I-- - We four were guards of the precious pie, - And sat in glory behind it, while - The others passed it in solemn file. - 'Twas heaped and frosted as white as snow - In grandpa's punch-bowl--the one, you know, - He calls his "Kaga," so deep and round, - With painted dragons and golden ground. - The ice was broken by Lottie's hand - (The pie, you know, was of white sea-sand - And packed with presents), and Lottie drew - The sweetest locket of gold and blue, - And Maud a letter, and Ruth a ring, - And Will's was a fan--such a funny thing! - But my sheet is full. I will surely call, - When I get to the city, and tell you all, - And how we missed you, and how a plum - Was saved for the cousin that couldn't come. - A Merry Christmas to all of you, - With love unfailing, from - (Q. Q.) - - COUSIN SUE. - - - - -[Illustration: A VERY BAD BOY.] - -THE TALE OF A VERY BAD BOY. - - - Oh! this is the tale of a very bad boy; - He had done all he could other folks to annoy; - Then what do you think there was found to employ - The very bad wits of this very bad boy? - - On the night before Christmas, St. Nick to decoy, - Two stockings were hung by the very bad boy, - Who said to himself, "Of the sweet Christmas joy - To double my share, a trick I'll employ; - I'll watch for St. Nick--and the fun I'll enjoy-- - I'll give him these stockings his time to employ; - And while he's at work," said the very bad boy, - "I'll hook from his pack just the handsomest toy." - - But somehow the fun had a bit of alloy; - St. Nick got a peep at the very bad boy; - He whipped up his steeds, and he cried out, "Ahoy! - You'll get, my young lad, neither candy nor toy." - - Then away went St. Nick, and he chuckled with joy, - And he left not a thing for the very bad boy. - - - - -SAM JENKINS'S DREAM. - -A New-Year's Story. - -BY ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH. - - -"I just wish there wasn't any New-Year." - -It was a boy--Sam Jenkins--who spoke, the time New-Year's Eve, the place -Madison Avenue and Sixty-ninth Street. And what a night it was! and what -a day it had been! Snow and slush all day long, and now the wind was -blowing a gale across the Harlem flats, and the slush was freezing on -the sidewalk, and there was not a star to be seen in all the sky. - -Sam was a District Messenger boy, and had been on duty all day and all -the evening, and this final call at nine o'clock, when his legs were -tired, was the last ounce that broke the camel's back. - -Since the noon hour he had been in a bad humor. Now he was not only -tired, but cold and down-hearted, and as his foot slipped, and he just -managed to save the fragile parcel he was carrying, he cried out with a -spiteful voice, "I just wish there wasn't any New-Years." - -Somehow Sam's ill-humor had made him very uncomfortable all the -afternoon. He had had a scuffle near the office with Dick Rainey, and -all about nothing, for Dick, noticing his peculiar gait, simply asked -him what made his legs so heavy. He had quarrelled with the old apple -woman in the little shop round the corner because she wouldn't give him -two apples for three cents, when the price was two cents apiece; he had -thrown a lump of ice at a poor cat shivering behind a barrel on the -Third Avenue, and kicked at a wretched little dog that had sniffed up to -him with his tail between his legs. Altogether Sam was in a very bad -way. He didn't care for anybody or anything. Down town the gay shop -windows had failed to catch his eye; the bright lights in the houses on -the avenue were nothing to him. He was out with himself, and so he was -out with everybody else. - -I am sorry to say that when Sam had delivered his parcel he snapped up -the servant for having kept him waiting so long for his ticket, although -the poor girl had nothing to do with that, and that he kicked the -sidewalk very hard when he again put his foot upon it. And yet he had -now only to report himself at the office, and then go home. - -Sam lived on one of the side streets, where the great tenement-houses -loom up in long rows. It was past ten o'clock when he entered the dark -hallway, and began his climb to the fourth floor. On the third floor he -passed the room in which Jenny Wilson, the little lame girl, lived, and -just then some one opened the door for a moment, and he heard Jenny say, - -"Oh, I wonder if I will ever be well!" and "I am so tired!" - -Then Sam, still cross, said to himself, "Why don't you go to sleep, -then?" but in a moment he was ashamed of himself for having said it. - -Bang! went the door behind him as he entered his mother's room. Without -saying a word, he pitched his heavy coat into a corner, and shied his -cap across the room. - -"What's the matter, Sam?" asked his mother, with a kindly voice. - -"Matter enough," answered Sam. "I'm tired to death. It's nothing but -run, run, run all day and all night. I just wish there wasn't any -New-Year's. Nobody cares for a boy. It's Sam here, and Sam there, and -Sam all the time. That's because I'm a boy. I wish I was a girl--yes, I -do." - -His mother soothed him while he ate his supper; but the frown did not -lift from his face, for there was no sunshine in his heart. - -Then he went to bed--went, too, without saying his prayers. It was not -long before he fell asleep, and then he dreamed. - -He dreamed that he was still in New York, that he was a messenger boy, -and that it was the day before New-Year's. All day long he was busy -carrying messages and delivering parcels, and everybody was kind, and -everybody happy. It seemed to him that it was a great thing to be a -messenger boy at such a time, when every one was doing something for -some one else, and he had a hand in so much of it. As he thought of this -(he was going up Madison Avenue again), some one seemed to say: "Sam, -you're a little fellow, but you can have a big heart if you want to. All -day it's been growing bigger and bigger; now all you have to do is to -keep it open, and see how much it will hold." - -Then Sam laughed. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help it, he felt -so good all over. - -Pretty soon he came across a blind man. A dog was leading the man, but -Sam helped the man over the crossing, and motioned to a butcher's cart -to hold up. Then he saw a cat, half sick, lying in the gutter, and -picked her up, saying, "Poor pussy!" and laid her inside the railing of -a house, and asked the cook, who stood in the basement doorway, if she -wouldn't give her a sop of milk. After a little he saw an old colored -woman struggling along with a heavy basket of clothes, and said, "Aunty, -I'm going up a few streets, and I'll take hold of the basket on this -side." And so he went on up the avenue and down, and the sun was so -bright and the air so pleasant, while it seemed as if he was just -helping everybody. He didn't quite understand how, but kept on taking -them into his heart, all the time feeling and saying, "Come in; there is -still plenty of room." Soon all the poor people down in the side -streets, and all the rich people up on the avenue, all the sick people -in the hospital where he was yesterday, and the dreadful people he had -seen down by the Tombs--why, he just thought of them all, and before he -knew it they came crowding up and upon him, and he took all of them into -his heart, and they didn't seem crowded a bit, for the more that came, -the more room was there left. He could not understand it, but he was -sure that the increase in the number only made him the happier; and as -he went on thinking it over, he stretched out his arms just as wide as -he could, and cried out: "Come in, all the world; come into my heart. -I've plenty of room for all, for my heart grows just as fast as my love, -and I just love everybody in this big, blessed world." - -As Sam stretched out his arms, his mother woke him, saying, "I wish you -a happy New-Year, Sam, and it's time to get up." - -And Sam got up. You could tell by his face that he had had a pleasant -dream, for his voice was gentle and his manner very kind, as he said, -"Well, mother, I guess I was pretty cross last night, but I'm going to -try and be good-natured to-day." - -Then his mother said, "You were tired last night, Sam." That's the way -our mothers always try and overlook our faults when we are sorry. - -Sam had to go to the office for half a day, and he had a little money -which he intended to spend on his presents. Before he started for home, -however, he made up with Dick Rainey by dancing a jig to show that his -legs were light to-day. On his way home he called in at the old apple -woman's to wish her a very happy New-Year, and to take two apples at her -price. He hoped to get a sight of the poor old cat and the wretched -little dog, that he might show them how sorry he was, but they were -gone. On the Third Avenue he bought two or three little things for his -mother, and an orange, some candy, and a bright picture paper for his -little sister. And as Sam thought of these friends and all his other -friends, and all the poor people in the houses and on the streets, oh! -how he wished he could buy something for them all, but he couldn't. But -then he could love them all the same. - -There is not room to tell you all that he said to his mother, and -sister, and Jenny, and what a bright, happy day it was to them and to -Sam. He tried hard to make it all out, but he couldn't exactly -understand it. "It was a nice, queer dream," he said, "and I found out -one thing by it, and that is that you can make room in your heart for -just as many folks as you please, and that you can't make other folks -pleasant when you are cross yourself; and I just wish that New-Year -would come twenty times in a year." - - - - -TOM FAIRWEATHER'S HOLIDAY IN MADEIRA. - -BY LIEUTENANT E. W. STURDY. - - -Tom Fairweather sighed as he stood on the quarter-deck. "Holiday-time, -indeed!" said he. "What are the holidays without snow, I'd like to know? -I'd give a good deal for a real old-fashioned coasting lark to-day, but -I don't believe these people ever heard of such a thing." - -It was a balmy day off the island of Madeira, where Tom's ship, or -rather his father's, lay. Here spring and summer reign the year round. - -"Old-time coasting is what you would like, eh, Tom?" said Lieutenant -Jollytarre, with a twinkle in his eye. "Ask your father to let you go -ashore with me, and I'll give you a frolic that you'll not be apt to -forget." - -Captain Fairweather gave his consent, and they hurried off. - -A ten minutes' pull took them close to the island; but this Madeira -shore is so steep that it makes an uncomfortable landing for a -man-of-war's boat. Another boat, one belonging to the shore men, lay off -waiting for passengers. Into this Tom and the lieutenant stepped, and -were rowed close to the beach by two Madeira men. - -As soon as the boat's bow touched the beach, two other men standing -there made fast to it one end of a rope of which the other was attached -to two strong oxen. At the word these oxen started, and up glided the -boat over the round smooth pebbles, so easily that Tom was astonished to -find himself at the top of the bank. With a laugh he jumped out. "That -was a coast up hill, sure enough," he said. "Was that what you meant?" - -The lieutenant looked mysterious. "No, it wasn't. Wait a while." - -"What queer narrow streets!" said Tom, as he surveyed critically -Funchal, the capital of Madeira. "And what a lingo--Portuguese--only it -sounds even more like gibberish than it did in Lisbon. And what a lot of -peddlers! They swarm like gnats." - -Mr. Jollytarre was busy buying an inlaid box of one of the peddlers -referred to, and did not answer. - -[Illustration: CARRIAGE DRAWN BY OXEN.] - -Meanwhile Tom's attention was attracted by a very odd carriage. This -vehicle was drawn by oxen, and like a sleigh was set on runners, which -offered less resistance than wheels would have done to the smooth round -little stones of the pavement. These cobble-stones are very like the -stones of the beach. The body of the carriage reminded Tom of a -Sedan-chair; it seated comfortably two persons facing each other, had a -top, and was draped on the sides by curtains drawn apart. Tom began to -laugh, so much was he entertained by this strange equipage, whereat the -lieutenant turned to see what had caught his eye. - -"We might take a drive," said he, meditatively. "I want to take you to -the Church of Nossa Senhora do Monte, on the top of that hill over -there. What do you say, Tom?" - -"I'd sooner walk," said our young friend. "I should think it would be -slow work riding in an ox-cart, for that's all that amounts to, unless -you choose to call it a sleigh." - -[Illustration: HAMMOCK-RIDING IN MADEIRA.] - -At this moment two men came slowly down the street bearing between them -a pole on which was slung a curtained hammock, wherein reclined a pale -sweet-faced lady. - -As she passed Tom his bright face took her fancy, and she glanced at him -with a smile. - -"Wasn't that a beautiful lady?" he cried to Mr. Jollytarre. - -"Indeed she was. But what do you think of her method of travelling? Slow -as the ox-cart, eh?" Then suddenly, "Tom, I have it; we'll go on -horseback." And almost in the same breath, cried, "Caballos." - -The lieutenant's knowledge of Portuguese was limited, and he was obliged -to make a little of it, mixed with Spanish, go a long way. - -But the people about him were quick-witted, and it seemed to Tom that -two horses with their two owners appeared on the scene as if by magic. - -"Now, Tom," said Lieutenant Jollytarre, "you may walk if you please--I -shall ride. The coasting I told you of is up there at that church. Will -you take a horse?" - -Tom replied by leaping into the saddle, and starting off at a slow -canter. - -As they rode away, the owners of the horses followed them, keeping up to -the increasing pace by each clinging to his horse's tail. - -This was all very well as long as they remained in the narrow streets, -where a little steering was necessary; but as they left them, Tom grew -impatient for a run. - -"See here, now, this won't do," he called to his man. "I ain't a baby. I -know how to ride. Leave go." - -He slackened his pace to say this. The man slackened his pace, but did -not drop the horse's tail. He grinned upon Tom, showing his even white -teeth. - -Tom waxed wroth. "Come now, let go," and he gave his horse a cut which -started him into a gallop. The guide kept up, tugging away at the -horse's tail. - -"Come now, be off," cried Tom. "You keep my horse back. I say, Mr. -Jollytarre, do put this into Portuguese for me. Tell this beggar I'll -give him a cut if he don't let go." - -"Cut away," said Mr. Jollytarre. "It won't make any difference. He -understands you, but he wouldn't let go if you were to shout to him from -now until doomsday. I know all about it. I've been here before." - -"What does he hold it for?" - -"Tom, I have often wondered. I suppose he knows. I don't. Wants to keep -his horse in sight, perhaps; wants a run; likes our society. You see my -fellow is doing the same thing. However, we are not going any slower in -consequence. The horses are used to it. They don't mind in the least." - -At this point the guides stopped both horses. They were in front of a -little wine-shop half way up the hill. - -The guides pulled off their caps, and urged the lieutenant to treat. -This was another custom of the country, to which the lieutenant also -submitted gracefully. - -The waiters poured out a glassful all around. - -"Take care, Tom; this is strong Madeira wine, although these people -drink it almost like water. Better not do more than taste it." - -"Never fear," replied Tom. "I wouldn't poison myself with the stuff. No, -thank you" (to the waiter). "Drink it yourself, if you've a mind to." - -"Temperance, are you?" said the lieutenant. "Well, that's a very good -thing." - -"I should say it was," said Tom, stoutly. "Anyway for a boy." - -The rest of the road was very steep. But it was fun. Tom was sorry to -reach the top, where, at the door of the church, they dismounted, and -sat down to rest. The horses were led off. - -When Mr. Jollytarre rose to his feet and announced that they must be -going, Tom looked around for his horse in vain. Instead, two sleds -approached, each pushed by two men toward our friends. - -"Get on board, Tom," exclaimed the lieutenant; "that is, if you want to -have the best coasting you ever had in your life. If your prejudices -hold you back now, you'll regret it the longest day you live." - -[Illustration: THE MOUNTAIN SLED.] - -So saying, he scrambled into one of the sleds himself, and Tom followed -his example, although still a little doubtful as to the success of the -experiment. There were two thongs for steering tied to the front of each -sled, which were held by the two men behind. - -When everything was ready, the two sleds started together down the hill. -It was like the wind. It was like chain-lightning. It was like a -telegram. As they tore down the hill, they made a hissing sound like the -cracking of whips. There were sudden turns in the road, beneath which -lay dark and deep ravines. If Tom had known that sometimes in these wild -rides persons had been hurled over the sides of such precipices, a still -greater zest would have been imparted to his flying trip; for he was a -thorough boy, and loved a spice of danger. However, he would have had -hardly time to dwell upon this thought, for in less time than it has -taken to write of it he was landed again in Funchal. - - - - -THE SHOP WINDOWS. - - -I think I can hear some little tongue ask, "Are these beautiful pictures -really to be seen in the shops, or has the artist only imagined them?" - -Every one of these pretty sights is taken from actual windows in New -York, and for days past gay throngs of people have tiptoed and crowded -close to the panes that they might assist at such dainty doll -receptions. - -The central scene here is a bit of Venice. There are the bridge and the -stairs and the arches, and there, too, are the ladies and gentlemen -coming in their gondolas to attend a reception at some grand palace. - -It is almost as good as going to the circus to look at the fairy figure -standing on the back of yonder spirited steed, with the rows of doll -spectators in the background. I think I like it even better than the -real thing, for one is sure that this little lady has never known a -blow, nor an unkind word, and we are not at all easy in our minds when -we are watching some poor little Queen of the Ring, and holding our -breath at her wonderful leaps. - -The little picture entitled "Charity" may be seen in the streets every -cold day. The contrast between the child, with her golden hair and warm -furs, and the barefooted boy, ragged and shivering, who sweeps the -crossings, and holds out his thin hand for a penny, is true to life. - -Here is Baby, as large as the one at home in the nursery, her -christening dress on, to be sure, and her bottle in her hands. What -comfort she is taking! - -But wouldn't you rather have that sailor lad, whose jaunty air tells you -that he knows every rope in the ship, and can climb the rigging like a -cat? - -How graceful are these musicians! and how quaint this coquettish -milk-maid, who will presently give a cup of milk to the high-bred girl -and boy watching her! One can take a history lesson, for just as these -children are dressed were Mistress Dorothy Quincy and his Excellency -John Hancock more than a hundred years ago. - -Perhaps our eyes linger longest on the sea-side window, which brings -back memories of the summer. There is the donkey on which Minnie used to -ride; Chloe with her parasol; and the children at play on the sands, -with the waves rolling in. - -Well, well, we can not look all day at the shop windows, be they ever so -attractive, for the holidays are full of fun and frolic, and we want to -catch it all. - -[Illustration: SCENES IN SHOP WINDOWS, NEW YORK CITY.--DRAWN BY MISS -JESSIE MCDERMOTT.] - - - - -[Illustration: HAPPY NEW-YEAR!] - - - - -OUR POST-OFFICE BOX. - - -A Happy New Year to all the boys and girls who read this paper! Every -mail which comes to Our Post-office Box brings us letters which we are -too modest to publish, so lavish is their praise of the stories, -pictures, and instructive articles which we furnish for the weekly feast -of the young writers. Now, little men and women, since you like the -paper so well, and enjoy it so thoroughly, let us tell you how you can -give us a useful proof of your friendship. We would like you to help us -extend the circulation of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE by showing it to your -friends and their parents, and asking them to subscribe for it the -coming year. The more subscribers the paper shall have, the more -attractive and valuable the publishers will be able to make it. That you -may have the prospect of a reward for your efforts, we make the -following tempting offers, to which we ask your attention. - -To any boy or girl sending us at one time before March 1, 1882, the -names and addresses of ten new yearly subscribers, together with the -money, and referring to this offer, we will mail, postage paid, any one -of the volumes mentioned in the following list: - -COL. KNOX'S BOOKS OF TRAVEL IN THE FAR EAST. - -_The Boy Travellers in the Far East--Part I.--Adventures of two Youths -in a Journey to Japan and China. Copiously Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental -Cloth, $3._ - -_The Boy Travellers in the Far East--Part II.--Adventures of two Youths -in a Journey to Siam and Java. With Descriptions of Cochin China, -Cambodia, Sumatra, and the Malay Archipelago. Copiously Illustrated. -8vo, Ornamental Cloth, $3._ - -_The Boy Travellers in the Far East.--Part III.--Adventures of two -Youths in a Journey to Ceylon and India. With Descriptions of Borneo, -the Philippine Islands, and Burmah. Copiously Illustrated. 8vo, -Ornamental Cloth, $3._ - -COFFIN'S HISTORICAL READING FOR THE YOUNG. - -_The Story of Liberty.--Copiously Illustrated. 8vo, Cloth, $3._ - -_Old Times in the Colonies.--Copiously Illustrated. 8vo, Cloth, $3._ - -_The Boys of '76.--A History of the Battles of the Revolution. Copiously -Illustrated. 8vo, Cloth, $3._ - -Here you have your choice from a beautiful little library of travel and -history. Any one of these books will be a constant source of pleasure to -everybody in the household. - -To the boy or girl who, before March 1, 1882, shall send us the largest -number of new yearly subscriptions, with the money, we further offer to -present - -_Harper's Household Edition of Charles Dickens's Works, in 16 Volumes, -handsomely bound in Cloth, in a box. Price, $22._ - -No collection of books is complete which does not include the works of -the great English novelist, whose characters are as vivid as real -flesh-and-blood people, and whose humor and pathos never lose their -charm. - -We feel sure that every boy and girl among our readers will be anxious -to win this handsome edition of Dickens's works, which is full of -exquisite illustrations by leading English and American artists. - -In order that we may keep an accurate account of the number of -subscriptions we receive, it will be necessary for each one, when -sending a list of new subscriptions, to notify us that he or she intends -to try to secure this valuable prize. Cash must accompany each order. - -HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, $1.50 a year. - - * * * * * - - WESTPORT, CALIFORNIA. - - I have a darling doll, and it has light blue eyes and golden hair. - It is a wax doll. I have no name for it. Would somebody please tell - me a pretty one? I have a cunning little carriage in which I take - my doll to ride. I have a little pony named Daisy, and papa bought - me a saddle, so that I can ride to school. I have to go three miles - through the woods, and Daisy sometimes rears up with me, but I have - never yet fallen off. I received two very pretty cards at school - last week. I have a pair of roller skates. When I read Augusta C.'s - letter I said, "I will join you, Augusta, for I hate cats too." - - ETTA M. - -How delightful it must be to canter to school through the woods. If -Daisy is sometimes a little frisky, her mistress must keep a steady and -delicate hand on the rein, sit firmly in her saddle, and often pet and -caress her horse, so that she will understand that her rider is her -friend. It is possible to win the affection and confidence of a horse so -that it will understand nearly every word you say to it. - -Why not call your dolly Katrine, or Gretchen, or Fairy, or Maud? There -are many pretty names for dolls, and as you are dolly's mamma, you -should not neglect the duty of naming her. - - * * * * * - - WILDWOOD, CATAHOULA PARISH, LOUISIANA. - - Several weeks ago I wrote you proposing an exchange of deer horns, - leaves, and mosses, never dreaming of having so many applications - for the horns--all nice offers, too. As I am at home only one day - of the week--boarding from home to attend school--I could not - possibly reply to all; so I decided to answer through the - Post-office Box. I wish to say I think Jackson Bechler's offer - would best please me, if he would only name his curiosities, and - the expense of my getting them. As we have no near express office, - the horns would have to be sent by boat to New Orleans; the expense - from here to New Jersey would be about $1.75. I forgot in my - previous letter to say that one of the horns on one point was - fractured by a shot. I have three pairs, the one just mentioned the - largest, which measures twenty-four inches from head to tip--that - is, _one shank_; fifteen inches from tip to tip; four points on - each shank. The second pair is a little less, but not so pretty, as - they were shot before the horns hardened, and instead of making a - straight point, it is somewhat contorted. The third are little - beauties, which we used on the bow of our boat when we had skiff - races during high water. As I had only one offer for leaves, etc., - I answered by postal. I hope to hear soon from my young friends. - - MARIE LOUISE USHER. - - * * * * * - - BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS. - - In a recent number of YOUNG PEOPLE you said that some little New - England girl could have a corner if she chose to write, and - although I am not so very little, I hope I may have part of a - corner in the Post-office Box. - - In a letter from Viola B. a week or two ago she spoke of the names - of Southern children, and afterward you said that you had seen an - allusion to the same thing in a book you had read lately. Will you - please tell me in what book you saw it, if you remember, as I wish - to know if it is the same book I saw it in. - - I agree with Miss Viola in regard to telling the age. - - L. H. - -The book was _Homoselle_, which belongs to the "No Name Series" of -novels. - - * * * * * - - KNOWLTON, CANADA. - - I am a little girl six years old. The only pet I have is a little - baby sister, whom I love very much. I went to a mill with papa a - few weeks ago, and saw them card wool into rolls, and weave - flannel. I live on a farm near Brome Lake, and there is a river - runs through the pasture back of our house, and in warm weather we - like to take off our shoes and stockings and go in wading. I had a - little flower garden last summer. It was my very own. I had some - petunias and sweet-peas, and some pretty gladioli; and I had some - daisies and pansies, and sweet-williams too. My sister Connie - helped me weed my garden. I have a wax doll which I often play - with. Her name is May. The prettiest dress she has is a red one - trimmed with fringe, and she wears a lace bib with it. Her - every-day dress is gray, with little red bows all down the front of - it. I have a carriage to push her around in. It was one of my - Christmas presents last year. I read all the letters and most of - the stories in YOUNG PEOPLE, but I can not write yet, so mamma is - writing this for me. The stories I like best are "Susie Kingman's - Decision," "Phil's Fairies," "Toby Tyler," and "The Cruise of the - 'Ghost.'" I am tired now, so I will not write any more. - - BESSIE C. - - * * * * * - - WEEDVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA. - - Please may some of the boys write in defense of the cats, as well - as the girls? We think Augusta would like our cat if she could see - it. It is white, with large black and yellow spots. We call it - Popcorn. The white for the corn that is popped, the yellow for - before it is popped, and the black for that that got burned. - Popcorn and our little dog Felix go fishing with us down in the - woods. She can follow as well as Felix. When Felix has to be - punished, he cries; then Popcorn runs up to him and licks his face, - and we know she is sorry for him. We think so much of both! We had - to go a mile to school last summer, and Felix would start from home - about four o'clock, and meet us sometimes nearly half of the way. - We wondered how he knew when to start. He would be so glad to see - us, he would jump nearly as high as our heads. When we got home, - Popcorn would be waiting for us on the front steps. We like YOUNG - PEOPLE, and are glad Tip didn't die. - - We have coaxed mamma to write this for us. - - DWIGHT, EDDIE, and CLARE A. - - * * * * * - - WESTMORELAND COUNTY, VIRGINIA. - - One of the little correspondents said she had a three-legged cat. I - want to tell you of a kitten we had which had six legs, one on - either side with the toes turning backward. - - EMILY C. M. - - * * * * * - - OVIEDO, ORANGE COUNTY, FLORIDA. - - I am a little boy seven years old, and live in South Florida, on - Lake Jessup--a large lake in Orange County. My father has a - beautiful orange grove, and some of the trees are just loaded with - oranges. We also have a pine-apple grove; but the strangest thing I - ever saw is a pawpaw-tree; it is bearing and blooming at the same - time, and the shape of the fruit is like a musk-melon in size, and - my father could get a hundred dollars for it if he were to try. I - have some pets and other things, but I won't write about them now. - I have been taking YOUNG PEOPLE for nearly a year. - - THEODORE A. - - * * * * * - - QUEENSTOWN, MARYLAND. - - I have wished for some time to write and thank you for the great - pleasure YOUNG PEOPLE gives me. I love so its coming once a week. - - I wish I had something to offer little Marie Louise Usher in - exchange for her deer horns. We all read her letter with so much - pleasure last week. One of my uncles went, some winters ago, to - look after his interests in Hope Estate, Louisiana. It adjoins Dr. - Usher's residence; and Uncle George says then Marie Louise was a - little girl like I am now, not more than six or seven years old. He - was so pleased to read her letter, for he enjoyed his visit to the - sunny South. - - My subscription to YOUNG PEOPLE runs out the 11th of December, but - Aunt Kate, who is going to Baltimore in a few days, will renew it - for another year. I made the money myself, selling "Stowell's - Evergreen Corn." I have every number of this year, not one torn or - soiled, and I want to have it bound by the Baltimore News Company, - where I subscribe. It was a Christmas gift this year from my two - aunts. - - I have a nice little girl, Clara, from an orphan asylum, who plays - with and reads to me. I go to school, and do not play much with - dolls, though I have eighteen. Like most of the subscribers, I have - a cat, Toby; for "Toby Tyler" was the very nicest continued story I - ever read. - - I was in a spelling-class yesterday of a dozen or more girls and - boys, and I spelled "duenna" after it had passed almost all the - others. I was so "clapped" (because I am so little), I thought the - school-house was on fire; so I began to cry. - - I shall think it a very nice Christmas gift if you will publish my - letter. Good-by, Mr. Harper. - - ANNA H. D. - - * * * * * - -GEORGE H. P.--Your long trip must have been very delightful. There is -nothing much pleasanter in life than a boy's journey under the care of a -kind and indulgent father. But your mother must have felt a little -anxious about her travellers while they were enduring 500 miles of -staging, bathing in Salt Lake, and venturing into other dangerous -places. No doubt she was very glad indeed when you both arrived safely -at home. Your exchange will duly appear. - - * * * * * - -MARIAN M.--The two kittens named Cenny and Tenny, after the Centennial -year, in which they were born, must have been very amusing, from your -description of them. - - * * * * * - -FLORA S.--Carlo must be a little torment, and yet we do not wonder at -your loving him dearly. - - * * * * * - -C. Y. P. R. U. - -We have pleasure in giving our readers this vivid description of the -cruise of the adventurous little _Toby Tyler_ since we left her, some -weeks ago, in the beautiful harbor of Norfolk, Virginia. - -FIVE DAYS IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. - - There is one portion of the journey of the _Toby Tyler_ which can - hardly fail to interest the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE, although they - might not care much for a record of the entire voyage. The trip - through the Dismal Swamp occupied nearly five days, not because the - little steamer could not have passed over the thirty miles of canal - sooner, but because all on board were disposed to linger where the - scenery was so novel and fascinating. - - We will not try to give here a lesson in geography, nor to tell the - exact size, location, and characteristics of these three hundred - miles of submerged forest. This letter will simply contain an - account of what the passengers of the _Toby Tyler_ saw after - leaving Norfolk, sailing five miles up the Elizabeth River, and - entering what is known as the Dismal Swamp Canal. - - Each one had expected to see a veritable swamp, where the trees - would appear to be growing in the water, and where it would be - impossible to walk, even a few paces, save at the risk of sinking - deep in the mud. But dismal as the swamp is, it is not quite as bad - as had been imagined. To be sure, there are miles and miles of - territory where one would find it impossible to walk, owing both to - the water and tangle of brake and vine; but along the banks of the - canal the land is not only quite as firm as elsewhere, but there - are several villages, where were found children who had read of the - coming of the _Toby Tyler_, and were watching for the little - steamer. - - At those points where the marshy portions of the great swamp extend - fully out to the canal, hedges of cane and flags have been trained, - so that one sees only the masses of verdure which seem to have been - cut apart by the narrow ribbon of water on which floated great - barges and steamers, past which it seemed impossible the _Toby_ - could go, from sheer lack of space. - - And the water in the canal looked so very strange, because, instead - of being clear, it is exactly the color of strong tea, owing to the - juniper-trees, which grow in the swamp in such profusion as to - discolor it. But it tastes like the purest of spring water despite - its queer look, and the ships of war sailing from the Portsmouth - Navy-yard carry it for drinking purposes, because it will keep - sweet and fresh six or eight months. - - The charm and beauty of the swamp are not to be seen as one sails - through its brown water-way; if one wishes to see it in all its - dismal waste, he should do as did the voyagers on the _Toby_, and - that is, explore some of the small rivers that cross the canal by - means of a boat. The one belonging to the _Toby_ is fourteen feet - long, and can sail where the water is not more than five or six - inches deep; it may also interest some of your readers to know that - it is named _Mr. Stubbs_. In this little craft the writer and the - artist almost forced their way up what is known as Old River, - pushing aside branches of trees and clinging vines that seemed - doing their best to prevent any one from entering the retreat they - guarded. - - Fifty yards in from the canal it was as if one had gotten miles - away from all traces of civilization; not a sound was to be heard - save the hooting of an owl or the twitter of the small birds; on a - log just ahead an assembly of terrapin were holding a convention, - probably to protest against being considered such a delicacy in the - way of food; while just beyond, under the roots of an overturned - tree, could be seen the head of a small bear, that was trying to - make up his mind whether it would be better to run away, or stay - and find out what the intruders wanted. He concluded to leave, - however, and the terrapin followed his example by rolling off the - log with a great splash, thus leaving the two explorers alone in a - river that seemed all trees and but little water. It was indeed a - swamp, or rather a submerged forest, this river, and it was only - with the greatest difficulty the little boat could be forced along. - After the banks of the canal were left astern it was no longer - possible to distinguish the course of this river, for it stretched - out in one broad body of water, which so mingled with the swamp - that no one could say it had banks, or even a channel. - - Perhaps a mile was passed over by alternate rowing and pulling, and - then further progress was impeded by huge trees that had fallen - into the water, completely blocking the way. Ahead, astern, and on - either hand could be seen the dark, shallow water, thickly studded - with trees from which hung the gray trailing moss so plentiful - here. No sound broke the silence, no sign of life could be seen, no - traces of man anywhere. It was certainly as wild a place as can be - imagined, and the two exploring it thought they had seen the most - dismal portion of this wonderful swamp. - - In this, however, they found they were mistaken, when, on the - following day, the _Toby_ was anchored in the main canal, and in - _Mr. Stubbs_ the party rowed up a smaller canal into the lake of - the swamp--Lake Drummond. Imagine this vast swamp (for up this last - canal there was no question as to the swampy nature of the place), - in the heart of which is a large body of water separated from that - around it by an army of tree trunks bleached to a light gray by the - sun and weather. Back of this ashen-colored border the juniper and - pine trees lift their heads so high that the sun only illumines the - water at noonday, while at other times the shadows cast by the - trees on the brown water lend to all objects a purplish hue that is - at least startling when first seen. It is a strange, weird-looking - place, where one involuntarily whispers, as if he feared to waken - nature from its solemn repose. - - To describe this body of water in the midst of the vast swamp is - impossible, so strange is the sensation the visitor has when seeing - it for the first time. It was early in the morning when the - passengers from the _Toby_ arrived at the lake, and it was late in - the afternoon before any of them remembered that they must return - to the little steamer. Then it was almost a race to get back to the - yacht in order that the village of South Mills could be reached - before dark. - - In this attempt, however, the voyagers were unsuccessful, owing to - an exciting hunt which a party of gentlemen were having after a - deer. They succeeded in their murderous design, for they killed him - as he attempted to swim across the canal just under the bow of the - _Toby_. - - Late that night, when the little steamer was made fast to the pier - at the village that marks the southern end of the canal, the - voyagers on the yacht had venison steaks for supper that were cut - from the deer they had seen killed, and all hands retired, almost - sad that the journey through the swamp was ended, but anticipating - very much from the trip down the Pasquotank River to Albemarle - Sound. - - JAMES OTIS. - - * * * * * - -HOWARD B.--You could have no more appropriate name for your dancing club -than the one you have selected, "Lads and Lasses." All sorts of pretty -and tasteful trifles may be used for favors, such as little bells, -rosettes, flags, stars, butterflies, sashes, pictures, and flowers. At -present tiny Japanese fans, umbrellas, cups, and vases are fashionable. -Flowers are always appropriate as favors. The German affords scope for -individual taste, and the favors may be very simple or very costly, as -circumstances may regulate the affair. But while in some cases gold or -silver jewelry has been given in the way of favors, it will be better -for a club of young people to confine themselves to trinkets which, -while of small money value, may still be pretty enough to be kept as -souvenirs of a happy evening. - - * * * * * - - DEAR POSTMISTRESS,--We have had a little discussion as to the - proper method of hanging our pictures, and as we can not agree, - will you kindly settle the question. We have hung them about on a - level with our eyes, and are satisfied that that arrangement is - good. The trouble is to know the proper angle of inclination. We - had the tops of the frames about four inches from the wall; but a - friend came in the other evening, and deliberately told us that - that was all wrong. He then made rolls of stiff paper and, with - them behind the pictures, forced the top of each frame about - eighteen inches from the wall. Some of the family like the effect, - and some declare it hideous. Which plan is considered the correct - one by those who ought to know? - - TRENTON. - -In hanging pictures it is well to have the middle of the picture in line -with the eye. Let all small pictures be as flat as possible against the -wall, and for larger ones let the angle of inclination depend upon size, -making it invariably as small as you can. Only for a very large picture -would an angle of eighteen inches be admissible. I would advise you to -take away the stiff rolls of paper, and trust to your own sense of the -beautiful and becoming rather than, in this instance, to your friend's -judgment. - - * * * * * - -ELSIE.--Your question whether it is ever right to make other people the -subject of conversation is easily answered. It is right to speak of our -friends and acquaintances, if we do so kindly, and talk of their good -qualities. Nothing is so mean as to speak unkindly of the absent, who -can not defend themselves. Conversation, if restricted to historical -facts, as you propose, would be very dull. - - * * * * * - -CONSTANT READER.--It would be better to meet on some evening in the week -than to confine yourselves to Sunday evening. But if you are engaged -every other evening, why not meet from four to six on Sunday afternoon, -and leave the evening free to go to church? You might take up some good -book of Eastern travel, or the life of some noble man like Garfield or -Lincoln, and read it together. Call yourselves the Inquirers, if your -aim is, as I imagine it to be, to find out what is worthy, and follow -it. I do not think boys of your age should stay away from church on -Sunday evening either to read or hold debates. You will learn much more, -both mentally and spiritually, by attending regularly on the ministry of -some clergyman whom you enjoy hearing. - - * * * * * - -FLAVEL S. M., New Brighton, New York, found a dandelion in an exposed -place, as bright as ever, and in full bloom, on December 5. - - * * * * * - -GRACIE M.--The Postmistress knows of nothing which will remove -superfluous hair from the face or arms. - - * * * * * - -This week we would call the attention of the C. Y. P. R. U. to the -comprehensive little article on John Bright under the head of "People We -Hear About"; to the "Chat on Philately," which carries us away to the -northern coast of South America; and to the charming article on foreign -travel, entitled "Tom Fairweather's Holiday in Madeira." Then we want -them all to read the story called "Sam Jenkins's Dream." Not that any of -them are like the Sam of the Old Year, but because every one of us, no -matter how good we are already, wants to take a new and a fresh and a -better start in the New Year to come. - - * * * * * - -PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. - -No. 1. - -TWO ENIGMAS. - -1. - - My first is in snow, but not in rain. - My second in nip, but not in bite. - My third is in mount, but not in plain. - My fourth is in weasel, but not in kite. - My fifth is in butter, but not in cheese, - My sixth is in ice, but not in freeze. - My seventh is in rosy, but not in pale. - My eighth is in dimple, but not in veil. - My whole is as lovely as well can be - Anything half so wild and free. - -2. - - In scatter, not in plant. - In polish, not in rub. - In arrow, not in bow. - In ripple, not in flow. - In river, not in tub. - In ocean, not in lake. - In ewer, not in dish. - Of me now, what do you make? - Am I bird, or bee, or fish? - - SUSAN NIPPER. - - * * * * * - -No. 2. - -NUMERICAL ENIGMA. - - My first is the initial letter of a city in Illinois. - My second, of a city in Connecticut. - My third, of a river in Virginia. - My fourth, of one of the Territories. - My fifth, of a city in Georgia. - My sixth, of a city in Florida. - My seventh, of a State in New England. - My eighth, of a city in Texas. - My ninth, of a river in Pennsylvania. - My whole was delightful to us all. - - C. C. R. - - * * * * * - -No. 3. - -EASY DIAMOND. - -1. A letter. 2. To wager. 3. A spiral line. 4. A metal. 5. A letter. - - TOBY TYLER. - - * * * * * - -ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 110. - -No. 1. - -1. - - U ru S - N es T - I ow A - T ar T - E as E - D og S - -2. - - M ai L - A si A - R ai N - Y ar D - -No. 2. - - Z O N E S - C E D A R - C O B R A - B L U R T - E X T R A - -No. 3. Evil communications corrupt good manners. - - * * * * * - -Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Effie M. Laurence, -Florence Chambers, Elvira Urisarri, Gracie S., J. H., Jessie and Willie -Martin, "Fill Buster," Forrest F., "Queen Bess," Rita Harris, Olive A. -McAdams. "Lodestar," Frank G. Ames, Clara, Percy L. McDermott, Roy W. -Osborne, A. E. Cressingham, Bob, Frank M. Scott, "Toby Tyler," Willie -Curtis, William A. Lewis, George Sylvester, Annetta Jackson, "Day Z." -M. L. H., "No Name." - - * * * * * - -The answer to the Enigma published on the concluding page of No. 111 is -Comb. - - * * * * * - -The prize puzzle and the name of the successful puzzler will be given in -No. 114. - - * * * * * - -[_For Exchanges, see third page of cover._] - - - - -[Illustration] - -A DIRE CATASTROPHE. - - - "'Tis very true - I'm dressed in silk, - But I must have - A drink of milk." - - A sudden fall: - What has been done? - Too much, alas! - Is worse than none. - - - - -SCIENTIFIC PUZZLES. - - -[Illustration: FIG. 1.] - -The experiment represented in Fig. 1 illustrates the pressure of the -atmosphere. Fill a goblet with water up to the brim, and then cover it -with a sheet of paper which touches both the edge of the glass and the -surface of the water. Turn the glass upside down, and the sheet of -paper, held in its place by the pressure of the air, will prevent the -water from running out. It frequently happens that this experiment is -only successfully performed after a series of fruitless attempts on the -part of the operator. We therefore suggest that it shall be made over a -basin, and not where there are expensive articles to be ruined by a -douche of water. - -[Illustration: FIG. 2.] - -Fig. 2 represents another illustration of atmospheric pressure. Light a -piece of paper, and when it begins to burn brightly, thrust it into an -empty water bottle. Within a few seconds close the neck of the bottle -with a hard-boiled egg from which the shell has been removed. The -burning of the paper exhausts the air in the bottle, and the egg is -gradually thrust in by the pressure of the outside atmosphere. It will -finally pass completely through the neck of the bottle, giving a little -explosive sound. - -[Illustration: FIG. 3.] - -In Fig. 3 we have an experiment illustrating the laws of force. A dime -is placed on a table covered with a cloth or napkin. The coin can be -drawn from beneath the glass without touching it or slipping anything -under it. If the cloth near by be simply scratched with the nail of the -forefinger, the elasticity of the material communicates the motion to -the dime, which moves slowly in the direction of the finger, until it -finally comes out entirely from beneath the glass. - -[Illustration: FIG. 4.] - -The experiment shown in Fig. 4 is certain to result in the smashing of -several eggs; we therefore advise that they should be hard-boiled in -order to avoid serious catastrophes. By blowing into a claret glass -containing an egg, it is possible to cause it to jump out of the glass, -and with practice it may be made to pass from one glass into another. - - - - -WHAT IS A CHRISTMAS-BOX? - - -This question is not so easily answered as you may suppose; for though -all little folk know that a Christmas-box is a gift made at -Christmas-tide, such was not the original meaning of the word. -Christmas-boxes were at first what we now call money-boxes. They were -known as thrift-boxes, and consisted of small wide clay bottles with -imitation stoppers, the upper part covered with a kind of green glaze. -On the side was a slit into which money could be put, and as the money -was collected at Christmas, the boxes in the course of time gave the -name to the present. - - - - -[Illustration: DISSATISFIED WITH HIS SUNDAY DINNER. - -"See here, Ma, why didn't you buy this Goose when he was alive, so's I -could o' rode him home?"] - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, December 27, -1881, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 27, 1881 *** - -***** This file should be named 50809-8.txt or 50809-8.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/0/8/0/50809/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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McGuire - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#GOOD_TIDINGS_OF_GREAT_JOY">"GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY."</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_CHRISTMAS_MYSTERY_OR_JO_AND_HIS_PET_CROW">A CHRISTMAS MYSTERY; OR, JO AND HIS PET CROW.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_TALKING_LEAVES">THE TALKING LEAVES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#PEOPLE_WE_HEAR_ABOUT">PEOPLE WE HEAR ABOUT.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHATS_ABOUT_PHILATELY">CHATS ABOUT PHILATELY.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHRISTMAS_PIE">CHRISTMAS PIE.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_TALE_OF_A_VERY_BAD_BOY">THE TALE OF A VERY BAD BOY.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SAM_JENKINSS_DREAM">SAM JENKINS'S DREAM.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOM_FAIRWEATHERS_HOLIDAY_IN_MADEIRA">TOM FAIRWEATHER'S HOLIDAY IN MADEIRA.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_SHOP_WINDOWS">THE SHOP WINDOWS.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_DIRE_CATASTROPHE">A DIRE CATASTROPHE.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SCIENTIFIC_PUZZLES">SCIENTIFIC PUZZLES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#WHAT_IS_A_CHRISTMAS-BOX">WHAT IS A CHRISTMAS-BOX?</a></td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> -<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="800" height="310" alt="HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE" /> -</div> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. III.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 113.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">price four cents</span>.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, December 27, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1881, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 603px;"><a name="GOOD_TIDINGS_OF_GREAT_JOY" id="GOOD_TIDINGS_OF_GREAT_JOY"></a> -<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="603" height="700" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"I BRING YOU GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY."</span> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> - -<h2>"GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY."</h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 16em;">An angel voice on Judah's plain</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Announced to men a Saviour's birth:</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Each Christmas sends the sweet refrain</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Re-echoing wider o'er the earth.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Whence come the joys of Christmas-tide?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">A Child from Heaven has given us them.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 16em;">Above all thoughts let this abide:</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>The Christ is born in Bethlehem.</i></span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="A_CHRISTMAS_MYSTERY_OR_JO_AND_HIS_PET_CROW" id="A_CHRISTMAS_MYSTERY_OR_JO_AND_HIS_PET_CROW">A CHRISTMAS MYSTERY; OR, JO AND HIS PET CROW.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY MRS. FRANK McCARTHY.</h3> - -<p>The sharp crack of a rifle startled the echoes around Judge Malcom's -country home, and a big black crow dropped from the wood-pile. Out ran a -little darky boy from the kitchen, followed by Aunt Dinah, his fat old -grandmother.</p> - -<p>"Now, you Jo, what you gwine to do wid dat dar crow? You better drap him -like a hot potater. He's a-gwine to de Ole Scratch, whar he belongs."</p> - -<p>But Jo had run over to the wood-pile, picked up the poor old crow, and -held it to his bosom. His woollen shirt was open, and down his black -skin ran the red blood of the wounded bird, down his black cheeks ran -the tears, and he rocked himself to and fro in an agony of grief.</p> - -<p>"He's done gone dead for suah," sobbed Jo. "Oh, Mas'r Harry! what made -yer kill poor old 'Thus'lem?"</p> - -<p>"I'm sorry, Jo," said a handsome lad of twelve, putting down his gun. "I -didn't know it was your crow, and he made such a capital target up there -on that jagged stick, I couldn't help it. Don't cry, Jo; I'll get you -another much nicer pet than that. He's the most broken-down, -dilapidated-looking customer I ever saw. He's blind in one eye, and no -wonder Aunt Dinah named him Methuselah; he must be a thousand years old. -Let the miserable thing die, Jo, and I'll give you one of my bull-pups."</p> - -<p>"An' I'll dib oo a pet tennary, Do," lisped little Laura.</p> - -<p>"An' I'll gib you a good lickin' ef you don't shet dat dar bawlin'," -said Aunt Dinah. "Why, yer couldn't make more ob a rumpus over a pore -Christian."</p> - -<p>But entreaties or threats were of no avail. Jo thanked Master Harry for -his offer of the bull-pup, and Miss Laura for hers of a canary, but he -said he didn't want any more pets if 'Thus'lem died. Then he climbed the -back steps to the room over the kitchen where he and Aunt Dinah slept. -Taking out of an old box a checked shirt, he proceeded to tear off the -tail some narrow strips. These he bound tightly about the bleeding body -of the crow, and finding one leg hanging limp and useless, he cut a -splinter from the box, and set the shattered limb. Then he bathed -'Thus'lem's head with water, all the while calling upon his favorite to -open his eyes and look at him once more before he died.</p> - -<p>'Thus'lem seemed to have made up his mind to look at Jo a good many more -times before he died, for his best eye opened and began to blink in such -a lively manner that Jo jumped up and clapped his hands with delight.</p> - -<p>"Why, 'Thus'lem," he stammered—"why, why, yer ain't done gone, is yer? -Yer's a-gwine to lib, mebbe?"</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," feebly croaked the crow.</p> - -<p>Not that I mean to say 'Thus'lem could talk. No member of the crow -family has ever been known to carry on a conversation; but as for those -two words, everybody said they were plain enough when you knew what they -were.</p> - -<p>"'Clar to goodness," said Aunt Dinah, "ef dere's any kill in dat dar -crow! He's been froze to deff, an' scalded to deff, an' crushed to deff, -an' shot to deff, an' here he is agin, peart as a maggot. Reckon he's -lived 's long 's de creation itseff, an' looked on wid dat dar crooked -eye o' his'n when Noah built de ark. He's enuff to scar' de life out ob -any one. Jes look at him, Mas'r Harry."</p> - -<p>He certainly was a very queer specimen of the bird creation. His body -seemed to be held together with strips of Jo's old shirt, he had only -one leg to stand on, and every feather seemed to straggle in a different -direction.</p> - -<p>"He hasn't got off by de skin ob his teef for nuffin," said Aunt Dinah; -"he's chock-full ob inikity, dat dar crow."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," croaked the crow.</p> - -<p>But Jo patted tenderly the wounded body of his favorite, and told him -not to mind granny, to be a good crow, and get well and comfort the -oppressed heart of his master.</p> - -<p>"For, 'Thus'lem," said Jo, as he settled down to his potato-paring, with -the bird on his shoulder, "I know you's ill-used an' pussecuted an' -slanderized, an' folks don't gib yer no peace, sleepin' nor wakin'; but -dat's acause you's black, 'Thus'lem, an' I's black, an' we's bofe black. -Ef yer woz a lubly yaller canary ob Missy Laura's, you'd hab a mos' -spreneriferous time, 'Thus'lem. You'd hab a shinin' gilt cage to lib in, -an' a boss swing to swing on, an' all de lump-sugar yer could swaller -down, an' Missy Laura'd call yer 'honey' an' 'sugar-plum,' an' let yer -roost on her lily-white finger, an' peck out ob her lubly red lips. Oh, -goodness gracious' sakes alive, 'Thus'lem!" said Jo, his eyes rolling in -his head at the thoughts of such ecstasy, "ef yer woz only a yaller -canary!"</p> - -<p>But 'Thus'lem shook his head, as much as to say that he wouldn't give a -rotten cherry for such felicity.</p> - -<p>"It's a mos' drefful pity," sighed poor Jo, "dat yer looks is so -mightily agin yer, 'Thus'lem; dat dar nose o' yourn bein' so drefful -hooked, an' dat dar eye o' yourn so powerful skewed. But don't worry -about it, 'Thus'lem; it can't be helped, yer know."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," meekly croaked the crow.</p> - -<p>"We'll hab to be sassyfried, 'Thus'lem, an' do de bes' we can. Don' yer -smell de good tings a-cookin', 'Thus'lem? Don' yer sniff up de pies an' -cookies, 'Thus'lem, an' de ginger an' spice an' all de lubly cookin', -'Thus'lem? Dat's acause it's Christmas-time, when eberybody's kinder -happy, 'Thus'lem, even a pore old crow."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," croaked the crow, and apparently a little tired of -Jo's sermonizing, he limped out of his sight.</p> - -<p>Shortly after, Master Harry entered the kitchen, and told Jo he had some -very particular work for him to do.</p> - -<p>"You see, Jo," said Harry, "Santa Claus is very busy this year, and he -can't get time to provide Christmas trees for folks that have them -handy. We'll have to help him a little." And winking mysteriously to Jo, -he beckoned him outside, and told him the joyful news that he too was to -help get the Christmas tree and greens.</p> - -<p>It may not seem such a very pleasant thing to some people to go out in -the freezing air, and hack down a lot of tough cedars, but to Jo it was -simply delightful.</p> - -<p>"Jes tink of dat dar, 'Thus'lem," he said to his crow, "'ter be sot ter -work for Santy Claws himseff! 'Pears like as ef de good times is comin' -for dis yere Jo, 'Thus'lem. Mas'r Harry's powerful good to bofe of us -nowadays. It's a bressed Christmas dis yere, 'Thus'lem."</p> - -<p>The fact was that Harry had determined to make up to Jo for the grief he -had given him in the careless shooting of his favorite crow. He was -shocked when he saw the agony his careless indifference had given Jo. He -had no idea a little darky like that could feel even worse than he would -if any accident should happen to one of his pets. When Harry found out -that the color of Jo's skin did not hinder him from being a real boy -like himself, with all a boy's appreciation, and much more than an -average boy's feeling, Jo went up a good many pegs in Harry's -estimation, and not having any white boys handy, he made excellent use -of Jo.</p> - -<p>There was an air of secrecy about the house that always belonged to -Christmas-time. When the Judge came home from town with his pockets -bulging out, and winked to his wife to follow him to an adjoining room,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> -nobody thought of prying into their secrets except 'Thus'lem; but then -no one minded him.</p> - -<p>Harry had his own secrets too, shared by nobody except Jo. He was almost -too dignified to take a poor little negro like Jo into his full -confidence, but there was a little package in his bureau drawer, and he -was bursting to show it to somebody. It was a likeness of himself nicely -inclosed in a little locket that would just fit upon his mother's gold -chain.</p> - -<p>"Don't you say anything about it, Jo."</p> - -<p>"Not for de worl', Mas'r Harry. I'd die afore I'd reveal a solemn secret -like dat dar."</p> - -<p>"I believe you would, Jo. I think I can trust you."</p> - -<p>Jo's heart almost burst with pride at this mark of confidence. He did -not even tell 'Thus'lem, though he was sorely tempted to, as he never -kept anything from his pet crow. The very next day it happened that -another honor was conferred upon Jo.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Malcom had shut herself up in her room, and when Jo brought a -scuttle of coal, she did not put aside the pretty purse she was -knitting, but nodded and smiled when she saw Jo looking at it.</p> - -<p>"It's for Master Harry, Jo. When I get it done and put a few gold pieces -in it, don't you think he'll like it all the better because his mother -knit it?"</p> - -<p>"Shouldn't wunner a bit ef he would, missus. My souls an' bodies! wot a -Christmas this will be!"</p> - -<p>"Don't tell him, Jo."</p> - -<p>"I'd be chopped into bits afore I'd tell it!"</p> - -<p>"Jo is a faithful, honest, good little fellow," said Mrs. Malcom to -Harry; "we mustn't forget Jo at Christmas."</p> - -<p>"No, indeed, mamma. Do you know what I think would please him more than -anything? A pretty collar for 'Thus'lem, as he calls that old crow. Of -course we'll give him clothes and things; but he'd like something of -that kind for Methuselah—darkies like trinkets, you know."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," said the crow.</p> - -<p>Harry remembered this remark bitterly enough upon Christmas-eve, when -the happy moment had at last come for him to bring forth his treasure -from its hiding-place, and put it triumphantly in the hands of his -mamma.</p> - -<p>The Christmas greens were all hung, the Christmas tree was ready for -Santa Claus to trim, and Jack Frost had already begun his wonderful -decorations. Little Laura was fast asleep in her snug little bed; Jo had -gone, whistling cheerfully, to his garret; and even 'Thus'lem had -squeezed himself through the hole in the plaster that led from the main -building to the room over the kitchen, and gone to roost comfortably in -Jo's black bosom.</p> - -<p>Jo looked out of the little window up to the clear cold sky. One tiny -star was glimmering there.</p> - -<p>"Pears like as ef it might be de bressed star ob Bethlehem, 'Thus'lem," -said Jo; "it's de berry same hebben, 'Thus'lem, as it woz long ago."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," sleepily croaked the crow.</p> - -<p>In the mean while Harry had gone to get his treasure. He opened the -bureau, put his hand to the accustomed place, and lo! the treasure was -gone. With a trembling hand Harry tossed every article over a dozen -times. He looked, as people will for missing articles, in all sorts of -out-of-the-way and impossible places. At length he yielded to the fact -that the locket was gone. The little treasure was lost at the one moment -that it was of priceless value to him; for he could get nothing now to -take its place. It was too late to secure the cheapest trinket. For the -first time since he could remember he must go empty-handed on Christmas -to his mother. Tears of grief, of rage, of disappointment, burst from -his eyes. How in the world could it have gone? Nobody knew it was there -but himself, nobody but—Jo.</p> - -<p>"Darkies love trinkets," he muttered, bitterly. "Jo is the only living -soul that could possibly have taken it."</p> - -<p>Then he jumped upon his feet, and went down stairs.</p> - -<p>"Oh, mamma," he faltered, "I had something for you that I know you'd -like, but it's gone, it's stolen."</p> - -<p>Then with clinched fists and streaming eyes, Harry told her of his loss.</p> - -<p>"My dear boy," said Mrs. Malcom, "don't grieve; above all, don't lose -your temper on Christmas-eve, of all times in the year. I'm just as glad -as if I had the pretty picture in my hand; and as for poor Jo, if he did -take it, it was from love of your dear face and ignorance of the crime -he was committing. But now that you have as good as given me your -present, you shall have mine."</p> - -<p>She went into her little sitting-room and put her hand into the work-box -for her purse. Only that morning she had put in the gold pieces—it -ought to be an easy thing to feel them in the dark. But it was not. She -lit the lamp, and even then her search was vain. The purse was gone. A -serious, sad, and pained expression overshadowed her face. Nobody knew -even of the existence of the purse. Nobody had seen it, nobody but—Jo.</p> - -<p>Sighing heavily, she went back into the parlor. "Harry, my son," she -said, "it is so sad to have such a thing happen upon Christmas-eve! I -would not have believed it possible; even now I can scarcely credit my -senses."</p> - -<p>Then she told him all.</p> - -<p>Harry's face lit with sudden wrath.</p> - -<p>"Come, mamma, let's go to Jo's room. I believe he's run away with them. -I don't believe he's there."</p> - -<p>Mrs. Malcom followed Harry to the kitchen, and up the back stairs to the -little garret. Her heart smote her as she saw the miserable rags upon -which Dinah and Jo and 'Thus'lem were all sleeping. For Jo was there, -soundly sleeping as if innocent of everything of which they thought him -guilty. How cold it was in that miserable place! How the wind whistled -through the unplastered beams! How scant and wretched was their bed, -their covering! How wicked she had been not to look after these poor -creatures who had served her so long and faithfully! The crime, the -fault, was partly hers.</p> - -<p>But Harry had shaken Jo rudely by the shoulder. The startled crow limped -out of his warm black resting-place and blinked maliciously at the -intruders. Jo started to his feet in surprise.</p> - -<p>A loud chink upon the old floor was distinctly heard, and by the light -of Harry's lamp could be plainly seen the lost treasures. From under the -ragged quilt had fallen the locket and the purse.</p> - -<p>"Oh, you miserable thief!" said Harry to Jo.</p> - -<p>Jo's teeth began to chatter in his head, his eyes to roll wildly. He -looked from one to the other in a dazed and bewildered way.</p> - -<p>"Wot in de canopy's de matter?" said Aunt Dinah, rubbing her eyes.</p> - -<p>"Matter enough," said Harry. "Jo's a mean, sneaking thief. See what he -has stolen from mamma and me."</p> - -<p>When Harry held up the little locket and the purse, it seemed as if Jo's -eyes would start out of his head.</p> - -<p>"Mas'r Harry, Mas'r Harry," he cried, "I neber fotched 'em here. I neber -laid a finger on 'em; wisher may die on dis berry spot ef I did!"</p> - -<p>The poor black had crouched upon the floor, and held up his shaking -hands in entreaty. His teeth chattered in his head, and his face was -overspread with that ashen hue that can make even a black skin pale.</p> - -<p>Harry had never seen such abject misery. It blunted the edge of his rage -and disappointment. "Jo, Jo," he said, "don't add lying to your other -crimes. Didn't we find the things here where you had hidden them?"</p> - -<p>"Dis beats creation!" said Aunt Dinah. "In all de bressed borned days ob -my life, I neber see de like ob dis. Jes you leab him to me, Mas'r -Harry. I'll wollup de trufe out ob him, ef it takes me all night."</p> - -<p>But Mrs. Malcom stepped forward and held her hands over the poor -shrinking head of the little black boy.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> - -<p>"No," she said, "he shall no longer be treated like a brute. I will find -another way to reach his heart. Oh, Harry! oh, my son! the fault is -mine. I have cared nothing for poor Jo—for his body or his soul. Our -dumb, soulless animals are better cared for. I'll wait awhile, Jo; I'll -go away, and leave you to think it over. By-and-by you'll remember all -about it, won't you, Jo?"</p> - -<p>Jo shook his head to and fro hopelessly. "Ef you wait until de day ob -judgment, missus, I neber can 'member. It's a mos' drefful mystery how -dem dar tings got here."</p> - -<p>"Come, mother," said Harry, in disgust. "I wouldn't have had this happen -for ten times the worth of the things."</p> - -<p>"Nor I," said his mother, and they both sat sadly down to wait for the -Judge, who had been detained in town. He was surprised and vexed, when -he came, to find that Christmas-eve was being rapidly spoiled.</p> - -<p>"That's the worst of these blacks, they will steal," said the Judge. -"But don't you want to see my presents? They have been kept out of the -reach of thieves."</p> - -<p>The Judge took from his vest pocket a tiny jewel-box containing a ring. -Mrs. Malcom had never seen a finer diamond. She quite forgot poor Jo in -her delight and surprise. Then the Judge took from his other vest pocket -an American watch. As he handed it over to Harry, the lad's clouded face -was bright with joy.</p> - -<p>But as the Judge was placing the ring upon his wife's finger, it -suddenly slipped from his hold, and rolled away upon the floor. All -three of them stooped to look for it. It seemed scarcely to have left -their sight. They lifted chairs and tables, looked closely around the -solid base of the Christmas tree, but the ring had vanished. Again and -again they fruitlessly hunted. Tired, vexed, bewildered, they looked at -each other in dismay.</p> - -<p>"Jo is not the thief, anyway. He didn't take it."</p> - -<p>"Who <i>did</i> take it?" said the Judge.</p> - -<p>"I give it up," said Harry. "The place is bewitched."</p> - -<p>The Judge looked blankly around the room, in utter bewilderment. -Suddenly, he put his finger upon Harry's arm.</p> - -<p>"Hush!" he said. "Be perfectly quiet. I think I've got your thief as -well as mine. He's black, but he isn't Jo. Look over there in that -corner; don't you see a spark of light? Don't frighten the scoundrel. -I'll lay a dollar he'll make off with that ring when I give him the -chance."</p> - -<p>True enough, a black object moved slowly along the floor, and with it -something that shone like a star.</p> - -<p>The Judge softly opened the parlor door. Out hopped 'Thus'lem, with the -ring in his beak.</p> - -<p>"It's worth the risk of the diamond to clear poor Jo," said the Judge to -Harry, and carefully they followed the sly old crow. Up the back stairs -he limped, through the hole in the plaster he squeezed his way, and soon -he was clasped to the bursting heart of his master.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"''THUS'LEM, MY PORE HEART IS 'MOS' BROKE.'"</span> -</div> - -<p>"Why, why, 'Thus'lem," faltered poor Jo, "I woz afeard you'd turned agin -me, an' believed all de slanderizin'. 'Pears like as ef I don' care to -lib much longer, 'Thus'lem; my pore heart is 'mos' broke. Mas'r Harry -he's done gone agin me, an' missus she's done gone wuss 'n Mas'r Harry; -an' dem dar tings dat fell out o' my bed-quilt goes fur to show I'm a -burgular, 'Thus'lem, even ef I don't know nuffin 'bout it. I s'pect I'll -be put in jail; dere ain't nobody to help a pore black boy. 'Pears like -as ef dat dar sky woz so fur away dat no star of Bethlehem eber shined -dar—leastways for pore black people like you an' me, 'Thus'lem. Yer -don' somehow tink dat yer could scrape 'long in a jail, does yer, -'Thus'lem? Yer could squeeze in an' out de bars, yer know."</p> - -<p>"Yes, take him off to jail," said the voice of the Judge. "That's where -he belongs, the rascal. 'Thus'lem's the thief, Jo. Look at him there -with the ring still in his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> beak. I've heard that crows will steal, but -'Thus'lem beats all the 'burgulars' I know."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," chuckled the crow; and down fell the diamond ring, and -rolled to the feet of the Judge.</p> - -<p>Up jumped Jo in wonder and affright. Down he fell upon his knees, and -begged harder for 'Thus'lem than he ever did for himself.</p> - -<p>"He's on'y a pore ole crow, Mas'r Jedge, an' don' know no better. He -mus' hab thought I woz mos' drefful pore, an' he'd try to help me. He -won't do so no more, Mas'r Jedge. Will yer, 'Thus'lem?"</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," croaked the crow.</p> - -<p>"He's chock-full ob inikity," said Aunt Dinah, "an' his neck ought to be -twisted dis berry minute."</p> - -<p>"We'll spare his life for Jo's sake," said the Judge, "to show him that -the star of Bethlehem <i>did</i> shine for everybody, black or white, and our -blessed Saviour had compassion upon as big a thief as his wicked old -crow."</p> - -<p>"Jes so, jes so," chuckled the crow.</p> - -<p>So the Christmas mystery was cleared up, and everybody was thoroughly -happy at last, particularly Jo, who had plenty of presents. But dearer -to him than the apple of his rolling eye was the gift of Mas'r Harry's -second-best watch, which made the fastest time on record, and carried Jo -along into the next week in a single day.</p> - -<p>'Thus'lem waxed old in years, sharing his master's prosperity; and I -shouldn't wonder if he was alive and "chock-full ob inikity" this very -day.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_TALKING_LEAVES" id="THE_TALKING_LEAVES"></a>THE TALKING LEAVES.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2> - -<h4>An Indian Story.</h4> - -<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter XII</span>.</h3> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 104px;"> -<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="104" height="150" alt="Drop Cap D" /> -</div> - -<p>uring one part of the journey Steve Harrison and Murray had found the -ledge along the mountain-side pretty rough travelling, but after a while -they succeeded in getting out on to the comparatively smooth slope of -the pine forest.</p> - -<p>"Our only risk now is that we may meet some of their hunters up here -after game. We'll push right on."</p> - -<p>"I'll fight if it can't be helped, Murray, but I'd a good deal rather -not meet anybody."</p> - -<p>"We must find a hiding-place for the horses, and creep down into the -valley on foot. I'll show you some new tricks to-day."</p> - -<p>After searching some time, they tethered their horses<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> between two -rocks, where the thickly woven vines overhead made almost a dark stable -for them.</p> - -<p>"Now, Steve, a good look up and down, and we're off."</p> - -<p>Between them, and what could be called "the road" were many yards of -tangled growth, and before they had gotten through it, Steve felt his -arm gripped hard.</p> - -<p>"Listen! Horses coming. Lie still."</p> - -<p>A minute more and they were both willing to lie as still as mice, for -they had nearly walked into the very cover chosen by Bill and his two -comrades in which to wait for their intended prisoners.</p> - -<p>They and their horses were hardly twenty feet from Steve and Murray.</p> - -<p>Suddenly Murray whispered: "Two young squaws. The foolish things are -coming right into the trap."</p> - -<p>"Can't we help 'em?"</p> - -<p>"They're Apache squaws, Steve."</p> - -<p>"I don't care. I'm white."</p> - -<p>"So am I. Tell you what, Steve— Ha! I declare!"</p> - -<p>"What's the matter, Murray."</p> - -<p>"One of 'em's white. Sure's you live. They sha'n't touch a hair of their -heads."</p> - -<p>The expression of Murray's face astonished Steve. It was ghastly white -under all its tan and sunburn, and the wrinkles seemed twice as deep as -usual, while the fire in his sunken eyes was fairly blazing.</p> - -<p>"There's an Indian coming."</p> - -<p>"Apache. After the squaws. Don't you hear his whoop? I suppose they'll -shoot him first thing, but they won't send a bullet at the girls. -They're a bad crowd. Worse than Apache Indians."</p> - -<p>"I don't consider them white men."</p> - -<p>"Not inside, they ain't. I'd rather be a Lipan."</p> - -<p>The two merry, laughing girls rode by in happy ignorance of the danger -that was lurking in the thicket, and Red Wolf galloped swiftly on to -join them. Then the three miners, with Bill at their head, sprang out of -their cover.</p> - -<p>"Look out, boys. Don't use your rifles. Thar must be plenty more within -hearin'."</p> - -<p>"We'll have to kill the brave."</p> - -<p>"Of course. Git close to him, though. No noise. I'd like not to give him -a chance to so much as whoop."</p> - -<p>They never dreamed of looking behind.</p> - -<p>"They've start enough now," growled Murray. "Come on, Steve. Step like a -cat. We must take them unawares. Have your tie-up ready."</p> - -<p>The buckskin thongs which hang from the belt, or shoulder, or knee of an -Indian warrior are not all put there for ornament. They are for use in -tying things, and they are terribly strong.</p> - -<p>The two men saw Red Wolf join his sisters; they heard the startled cries -of Rita and Ni-ha-be, the demand for their surrender, and Red Wolf's -reply.</p> - -<p>"Now, Steve, quick! Do just as I tell you."</p> - -<p>Twang! went Ni-ha-be's bow at that instant, and the man next to Bill was -raising his rifle to fire, when his arms were suddenly seized by a grasp -of iron, and jerked behind him.</p> - -<p>"Right at the elbows, Steve. Draw the loop hard. Quick!"</p> - -<p>As the second miner turned in his tracks, he was astonished by a blow -between the eyes that laid him flat.</p> - -<p>"Give it up, boys. Don't one of ye lift a hand."</p> - -<p>Bill could not lift his, with the arrow in his arm. The man Steve had -tied could not move his elbows. The man on the ground was ruefully -looking into the barrel of Murray's rifle. Besides, here was Red Wolf -springing forward, with his lance in one hand and his revolver in the -other. Rita held his horse, while Ni-ha-be sat upon her own, with her -second arrow on the string.</p> - -<p>"We give it up," said Bill; "but what are you fellows up to? I see. -You're the two miners, and you're down on us because we jumped your -claim to that thar gold ledge."</p> - -<p>Red Wolf lowered his lance, and stuck his pistol in his belt. "Your -prisoners; not mine," he said to Murray. "Glad to meet friend. Come in -good time."</p> - -<p>Murray answered, short and sharp: "Young brave, take friend's advice. -Jump on horse. Take young squaws back to camp. Tell chief to ride hard. -Kill pony. Get away fast."</p> - -<p>"Who shall I tell him you are?"</p> - -<p>"Say you don't know. Tell him I'm an enemy. Killed you. Killed young -squaws. Going to kill him."</p> - -<p>There was a sort of grim humor in Murray's face as he said that. Not -only Red Wolf, but the two girls, understood it.</p> - -<p>Steve had not said a word, but he was narrowly watching the three miners -for any signs of an effort to get loose.</p> - -<p>"It's that other one, Steve. He's watching his chance. That's it. Draw -it hard. Now he won't be cutting any capers."</p> - -<p>The expression of the miner's eyes promised the unfriendliest kind of -"capers" if he should ever get an opportunity to cut them.</p> - -<p>"It's no use, boys," said Bill. "Mister, will you jest cut this arrer -close to my arm, so's I can pull it out?"</p> - -<p>"I will in a minute. It's as good as a tie of deer-skin jest now. Watch -'em, Steve!"</p> - -<p>He walked forward, and looked long and hard into the face of Rita.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="500" height="419" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"'THEY'D BETTER HAVE KILLED HER, LIKE THEY DID MINE.'"</span> -</div> - -<p>"Too bad! too bad! They'd better have killed her, like they did mine. -It's awful to think of a white girl growing up to be a squaw. Ride for -your camp, young man. I'll take care of these three."</p> - -<p>"I will send out warriors to help you. You shall see them all burned and -cut to pieces."</p> - -<p>"Oh, Rita," whispered Ni-ha-be, "they ought to be burned!"</p> - -<p>Rita was gazing at the face of old Murray, and did not say a word in -reply.</p> - -<p>"Come," said Red Wolf; "the great chief is waiting for us."</p> - -<p>And then he added, to Murray and Steve:</p> - -<p>"The lodges of the Apaches are open to their friends. You will come?"</p> - -<p>"Steve, you had better say yes. It may be a lift for you."</p> - -<p>"I will come some day," said Steve, quickly. "I don't know when."</p> - -<p>"The white head must come too. He has the heart of an Apache, and his -hand is strong for his friends. We must go now."</p> - -<p>He looked at the three miners for a moment, as if he disliked leaving -them behind, and then he bounded upon his pony, and the two girls -followed him.</p> - -<p>"Was he not handsome, Rita?"</p> - -<p>Ni-ha-be was thinking of Steve Harrison, but Rita replied:</p> - -<p>"Oh, very handsome! His hair is white, and his face is wrinkled, but he -is so good. He is a great warrior, too. The bad pale-face went down -before him like a small boy."</p> - -<p>"His hair is not white. It is brown. His face is not wrinkled. He is a -young brave. He will be a chief."</p> - -<p>"Oh, that other one. I hardly looked at him. I hope they will come. I -want to see them again."</p> - -<p>Red Wolf rode fast, and did not pause until he reached the very presence -of Many Bears and his counsellors.</p> - -<p>There were already signs, in all directions, that the camp was beginning -to break up, as well as tokens of impatience on the face of the chief.</p> - -<p>"Where go?" he said, angrily. "Why do young squaws ride away when they -are wanted?"</p> - -<p>Ni-ha-be was about to answer, but Red Wolf had his own story to tell -first. It was eagerly listened to.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> - -<p>Pale-face enemies so near? Who could they be? White friends too, ready -to fight for them, and send them warning of danger? That was more -remarkable yet.</p> - -<p>A trusty chief and a dozen braves were instantly ordered to dash into -the pass, bring back the prisoners, and learn all they could of the -friendly pale-faces.</p> - -<p>Perhaps Steve Harrison would hardly have felt proud of the name which -was given him on the instant.</p> - -<p>The only feat the Apaches knew of his performing was the thorough manner -in which he had tied up the two miners. So, for lack of any other name, -they spoke of him as the "Knotted Cord." Murray was named "Send -Warning." He had actually earned a "good name" among his old enemies.</p> - -<p>Rita and Ni-ha-be were saved any further scolding. The chief was too -anxious to ask questions of the "talking leaves," now he was sure of the -neighborhood of danger.</p> - -<p>"Ask about the bad pale-faces. Who are they?"</p> - -<p>Rita took her magazines from the folds of her antelope-skin tunic with -trembling hands, for she was beginning to understand that they could not -tell her of things which were to be. It seemed to her in that moment -that she could not remember a single word of English.</p> - -<p>The one she opened first was not that which contained the pictures of -the cavalry; but Rita's face instantly brightened. There were five or -six pages, each of which contained a picture of men engaged in mining -for gold.</p> - -<p>The chief gravely turned the leaves till he came to a sketch that drew -from him a sharp and sullen "Ugh!"</p> - -<p>There were the sturdy miners, with rifles instead of picks, making a -gallant charge upon a party of Indians.</p> - -<p>"No need of talk. Great chief see for himself. No lie. I remember. Kill -some of them. Rest got away. Now they come to strike the Apaches. Ugh!"</p> - -<p>It was only a "fancy sketch"; but it must have been true to life when an -Apache chief could say he had been one of the very crowd of Indians who -were being shot at in the picture.</p> - -<p>"That do. Talk more by-and-by. Big fight come."</p> - -<p>Many Bears rapidly transformed his buffalo-hunters into "warriors." All -that was needed was a chance to put on their war-paint, and a double -allowance of cartridges.</p> - -<p>When that was done, they made a formidable-looking array, and the last -chance of the Lipans or any other enemies for "surprising" them was -gone. Then they rode slowly on after their women and children, and the -braves came back from the pass to report to Many Bears that "Send -Warning, Knotted Cord, and their three prisoners had gone, no one could -guess whither."</p> - -<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="PEOPLE_WE_HEAR_ABOUT" id="PEOPLE_WE_HEAR_ABOUT">PEOPLE WE HEAR ABOUT.</a></h2> - -<h3>JOHN BRIGHT.</h3> - -<p>Seventy years ago a boy was born in Rochdale, England, who was destined -to fill a great place in the world. His parents were Jacob and Martha -Bright—people of good old Quaker stock—and they called their eldest -boy simply John.</p> - -<p>Jacob Bright was a cotton manufacturer, and both he and his wife were -beloved for their charitable deeds. One Sunday Mrs. Bright and little -John were walking out, and the boy wore his pair of long trousers for -the first time. Of course he felt proud of them. But soon they met a -poor woman with her little boy, and <i>he</i> was clothed in rags. Mrs. -Bright stopped them, and the result of a few minutes' conversation was -that the poor woman and her ragged son returned home with them, and -Master John had to strip off his new suit and let the other boy put it -on in place of his rags. Mrs. Bright's charity was very thorough.</p> - -<p>At school young John was quick and industrious, but his father thought -business more important than book-learning; so at fifteen the boy was -placed in his father's cotton mill. Fortunately for himself and the -world he did not give up learning from books when he left school, or he -would not have been the great man he is.</p> - -<p>As a boy and a young man he was a good cricketer, and all his life he -has been very fond of fishing, having caught minnows and other small -fish in the river that ran by his home, and salmon of forty pounds -weight in Scotland and in Norway. At twenty-two years of age he began -training himself in public speaking in a literary society of which he -was one of the founders, and doubtless it is to this early training that -he owes the honor of being the greatest of living English orators.</p> - -<p>Mr. Bright was first elected a member of Parliament in 1843, and -fourteen years later he was chosen to represent the great manufacturing -town of Birmingham, which seat he still occupies.</p> - -<p>Mr. Bright's public life has been a busy and a useful one. No man has -done more for the benefit of the working classes than he, and he has -never hesitated in the pursuit of the course which he felt to be the -right one.</p> - -<p>In this country the name of John Bright is justly honored, for he was -the only English statesman who supported the Union without wavering -during the late war between the North and the South. Six weeks ago -(November 16), Mr. Bright celebrated his seventieth birthday.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHATS_ABOUT_PHILATELY" id="CHATS_ABOUT_PHILATELY">CHATS ABOUT PHILATELY.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY J. J. CASEY.</h3> - -<h3>VII.</h3> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 171px;"> -<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="171" height="200" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p>The illustration, which accompanies this article is a fac-simile, so far -as the drawing is concerned, of the postage stamps at present in use in -one of the Dutch possessions off the coast of South America, namely, the -island of Curaçoa. It represents the uniform type of the whole series, -and was introduced in 1873. The head on the stamp represents King -William III. of Holland.</p> - -<p>The series consists of the following values and colors.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">2-1/2c., bright green.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">3c., stone.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">5c., rose.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">10c., bright blue.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">25c., light brown.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">50c., mauve.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>The currency is in cents, one hundred of which go to the guilder, or -florin. A guilder is equal to nearly forty-one cents of our money.</p> - -<p>Curaçoa, or, as printed on the stamps, Curaçao—the "c" being sounded -like "s"—is an island in the Caribbean Sea, lying off the north coast -of Venezuela. It is forty miles in length from northwest to southeast, -and ten miles in average breadth; the area is two hundred and twelve -square miles. The island is hilly, and deficient in water, being wholly -dependent upon the rains, yet, owing to the industry of the Dutch -planters, considerable quantities of sugar, cotton, tobacco, and maize -are raised. A peculiar variety of orange grows abundantly, and supplies -an important part in the liqueur which takes its name from the island. -The principal export is salt. The shores are bold, in some places deeply -indented, and present several harbors, the chief one being Santa Anna, -on the southwest side of the island. The narrow entrance to this harbor -is protected by Fort Amsterdam and other batteries; but the harbor -itself is large and secure, and is the port of the chief town, Curaçoa, -or Willemstad. The population in 1875 amounted to nearly twenty-four -thousand, about one-third being emancipated negroes. All belonged to the -Roman Catholic Church, except about two thousand Protestants and one -thousand Jews.</p> - -<p>The island was settled by the Spaniards about 1527, was captured by the -Dutch in 1634, was taken by the English<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> in 1798, and again in 1806, but -was restored to the Dutch in 1814, in whose possession it has since -remained. It is seldom that the name of this island is found in ordinary -geographies, although stamp-collectors think it ought to be given a -place.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 367px;"><a name="CHRISTMAS_PIE" id="CHRISTMAS_PIE"></a> -<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="367" height="500" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>CHRISTMAS PIE.</h2> - -<h3>(BEING SUE'S LETTER TO COUSIN ANNIE.)</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Oh, that marvellous Christmas pie!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Fred, and Fanny, and Carl, and I</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Sat up one night till the clock struck one</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">To plan the party; and oh, the fun</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Of having a secret among us four!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">(The "Queer Quadrangle" admits no more</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Within its circle—or, no—its square,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I should have written, perhaps, just there.)</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I can not tell you the things we said</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">(It's against the rules), but I'll tell instead</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">About the party, the pie, and all.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">'Twas not, you know, like a grown-up ball,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">But just a rally of all the clan,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And quite the thing for our little plan.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Thirty cousins from far and near,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">With aunts and uncles were gathered here.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">But I must hasten. The hour drew nigh</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">When Fred announced with a flourish:</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 36em;">"Pie!</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Down the staircase, and through the hall.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">This side of the supper, and free to all!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">'Put in your thumb, and pull out a plum,'</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">But mind, the word of the hour is 'mum,'</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Forward, march!"</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And the march began,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Headed, of course, by Fred and Fan,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And close behind them were Carl and I—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">We four were guards of the precious pie,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And sat in glory behind it, while</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">The others passed it in solemn file.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">'Twas heaped and frosted as white as snow</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">In grandpa's punch-bowl—the one, you know,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">He calls his "Kaga," so deep and round,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">With painted dragons and golden ground.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">The ice was broken by Lottie's hand</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">(The pie, you know, was of white sea-sand</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And packed with presents), and Lottie drew</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">The sweetest locket of gold and blue,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And Maud a letter, and Ruth a ring,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And Will's was a fan—such a funny thing!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">But my sheet is full. I will surely call,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">When I get to the city, and tell you all,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And how we missed you, and how a plum</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Was saved for the cousin that couldn't come.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">A Merry Christmas to all of you,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">With love unfailing, from</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">(Q. Q.)</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Cousin Sue</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 332px;"><a name="THE_TALE_OF_A_VERY_BAD_BOY" id="THE_TALE_OF_A_VERY_BAD_BOY"></a> -<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">A VERY BAD BOY.</span> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE TALE OF A VERY BAD BOY.</h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Oh! this is the tale of a very bad boy;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">He had done all he could other folks to annoy;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Then what do you think there was found to employ</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The very bad wits of this very bad boy?</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">On the night before Christmas, St. Nick to decoy,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Two stockings were hung by the very bad boy,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Who said to himself, "Of the sweet Christmas joy</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">To double my share, a trick I'll employ;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I'll watch for St. Nick—and the fun I'll enjoy—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I'll give him these stockings his time to employ;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And while he's at work," said the very bad boy,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">"I'll hook from his pack just the handsomest toy."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">But somehow the fun had a bit of alloy;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">St. Nick got a peep at the very bad boy;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">He whipped up his steeds, and he cried out, "Ahoy!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">You'll get, my young lad, neither candy nor toy."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Then away went St. Nick, and he chuckled with joy,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And he left not a thing for the very bad boy.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="SAM_JENKINSS_DREAM" id="SAM_JENKINSS_DREAM">SAM JENKINS'S DREAM.</a></h2> - -<h4>A New-Year's Story.</h4> - -<h3>BY ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH.</h3> - -<p>"I just wish there wasn't any New-Year."</p> - -<p>It was a boy—Sam Jenkins—who spoke, the time New-Year's Eve, the place -Madison Avenue and Sixty-ninth Street. And what a night it was! and what -a day it had been! Snow and slush all day long, and now the wind was -blowing a gale across the Harlem flats, and the slush was freezing on -the sidewalk, and there was not a star to be seen in all the sky.</p> - -<p>Sam was a District Messenger boy, and had been on duty all day and all -the evening, and this final call at nine o'clock, when his legs were -tired, was the last ounce that broke the camel's back.</p> - -<p>Since the noon hour he had been in a bad humor. Now he was not only -tired, but cold and down-hearted, and as his foot slipped, and he just -managed to save the fragile parcel he was carrying, he cried out with a -spiteful voice, "I just wish there wasn't any New-Years."</p> - -<p>Somehow Sam's ill-humor had made him very uncomfortable all the -afternoon. He had had a scuffle near the office with Dick Rainey, and -all about nothing, for Dick, noticing his peculiar gait, simply asked -him what made his legs so heavy. He had quarrelled with the old apple -woman in the little shop round the corner because she wouldn't give him -two apples for three cents, when the price was two cents apiece; he had -thrown a lump of ice at a poor cat shivering behind a barrel on the -Third Avenue, and kicked at a wretched little dog that had sniffed up to -him with his tail between his legs. Altogether Sam was in a very bad -way. He didn't care for anybody or anything. Down town the gay shop -windows had failed to catch his eye; the bright lights in the houses on -the avenue were nothing to him. He was out with himself, and so he was -out with everybody else.</p> - -<p>I am sorry to say that when Sam had delivered his parcel he snapped up -the servant for having kept him waiting so long for his ticket, although -the poor girl had nothing to do with that, and that he kicked the -sidewalk very hard when he again put his foot upon it. And yet he had -now only to report himself at the office, and then go home.</p> - -<p>Sam lived on one of the side streets, where the great tenement-houses -loom up in long rows. It was past ten o'clock when he entered the dark -hallway, and began his climb to the fourth floor. On the third floor he -passed the room in which Jenny Wilson, the little lame girl, lived, and -just then some one opened the door for a moment, and he heard Jenny say,</p> - -<p>"Oh, I wonder if I will ever be well!" and "I am so tired!"</p> - -<p>Then Sam, still cross, said to himself, "Why don't you go to sleep, -then?" but in a moment he was ashamed of himself for having said it.</p> - -<p>Bang! went the door behind him as he entered his mother's room. Without -saying a word, he pitched his heavy coat into a corner, and shied his -cap across the room.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter, Sam?" asked his mother, with a kindly voice.</p> - -<p>"Matter enough," answered Sam. "I'm tired to death. It's nothing but -run, run, run all day and all night. I just wish there wasn't any -New-Year's. Nobody cares for a boy. It's Sam here, and Sam there, and -Sam all the time. That's because I'm a boy. I wish I was a girl—yes, I -do."</p> - -<p>His mother soothed him while he ate his supper; but the frown did not -lift from his face, for there was no sunshine in his heart.</p> - -<p>Then he went to bed—went, too, without saying his prayers. It was not -long before he fell asleep, and then he dreamed.</p> - -<p>He dreamed that he was still in New York, that he was a messenger boy, -and that it was the day before New-Year's. All day long he was busy -carrying messages and delivering parcels, and everybody was kind, and -everybody happy. It seemed to him that it was a great thing to be a -messenger boy at such a time, when every one was doing something for -some one else, and he had a hand in so much of it. As he thought of this -(he was going up Madison Avenue again), some one seemed to say: "Sam, -you're a little fellow, but you can have a big heart if you want to. All -day it's been growing bigger and bigger; now all you have to do is to -keep it open, and see how much it will hold."</p> - -<p>Then Sam laughed. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help it, he felt -so good all over.</p> - -<p>Pretty soon he came across a blind man. A dog was leading the man, but -Sam helped the man over the crossing, and motioned to a butcher's cart -to hold up. Then he saw a cat, half sick, lying in the gutter, and -picked her up, saying, "Poor pussy!" and laid her inside the railing of -a house, and asked the cook, who stood in the basement doorway, if she -wouldn't give her a sop of milk. After a little he saw an old colored -woman struggling along with a heavy basket of clothes, and said, "Aunty, -I'm going up a few streets, and I'll take hold of the basket on this -side." And so he went on up the avenue and down, and the sun was so -bright and the air so pleasant, while it seemed as if he was just -helping everybody. He didn't quite understand how, but kept on taking -them into his heart, all the time feeling and saying, "Come in; there is -still plenty of room." Soon all the poor people down in the side -streets, and all the rich people up on the avenue, all the sick people -in the hospital where he was yesterday, and the dreadful people he had -seen down by the Tombs—why, he just thought of them all, and before he -knew it they came crowding up and upon him, and he took all of them into -his heart, and they didn't seem crowded a bit, for the more that came, -the more room was there left. He could not understand it, but he was -sure that the increase in the number only made him the happier; and as -he went on thinking it over, he stretched out his arms just as wide as -he could, and cried out: "Come in, all the world; come into my heart. -I've plenty of room for all, for my heart grows just as fast as my love, -and I just love everybody in this big, blessed world."</p> - -<p>As Sam stretched out his arms, his mother woke him, saying, "I wish you -a happy New-Year, Sam, and it's time to get up."</p> - -<p>And Sam got up. You could tell by his face that he had had a pleasant -dream, for his voice was gentle and his manner very kind, as he said, -"Well, mother, I guess I was pretty cross last night, but I'm going to -try and be good-natured to-day."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then his mother said, "You were tired last night, Sam." That's the way -our mothers always try and overlook our faults when we are sorry.</p> - -<p>Sam had to go to the office for half a day, and he had a little money -which he intended to spend on his presents. Before he started for home, -however, he made up with Dick Rainey by dancing a jig to show that his -legs were light to-day. On his way home he called in at the old apple -woman's to wish her a very happy New-Year, and to take two apples at her -price. He hoped to get a sight of the poor old cat and the wretched -little dog, that he might show them how sorry he was, but they were -gone. On the Third Avenue he bought two or three little things for his -mother, and an orange, some candy, and a bright picture paper for his -little sister. And as Sam thought of these friends and all his other -friends, and all the poor people in the houses and on the streets, oh! -how he wished he could buy something for them all, but he couldn't. But -then he could love them all the same.</p> - -<p>There is not room to tell you all that he said to his mother, and -sister, and Jenny, and what a bright, happy day it was to them and to -Sam. He tried hard to make it all out, but he couldn't exactly -understand it. "It was a nice, queer dream," he said, "and I found out -one thing by it, and that is that you can make room in your heart for -just as many folks as you please, and that you can't make other folks -pleasant when you are cross yourself; and I just wish that New-Year -would come twenty times in a year."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="TOM_FAIRWEATHERS_HOLIDAY_IN_MADEIRA" id="TOM_FAIRWEATHERS_HOLIDAY_IN_MADEIRA">TOM FAIRWEATHER'S HOLIDAY IN MADEIRA.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY LIEUTENANT E. W. STURDY.</h3> - -<p>Tom Fairweather sighed as he stood on the quarter-deck. "Holiday-time, -indeed!" said he. "What are the holidays without snow, I'd like to know? -I'd give a good deal for a real old-fashioned coasting lark to-day, but -I don't believe these people ever heard of such a thing."</p> - -<p>It was a balmy day off the island of Madeira, where Tom's ship, or -rather his father's, lay. Here spring and summer reign the year round.</p> - -<p>"Old-time coasting is what you would like, eh, Tom?" said Lieutenant -Jollytarre, with a twinkle in his eye. "Ask your father to let you go -ashore with me, and I'll give you a frolic that you'll not be apt to -forget."</p> - -<p>Captain Fairweather gave his consent, and they hurried off.</p> - -<p>A ten minutes' pull took them close to the island; but this Madeira -shore is so steep that it makes an uncomfortable landing for a -man-of-war's boat. Another boat, one belonging to the shore men, lay off -waiting for passengers. Into this Tom and the lieutenant stepped, and -were rowed close to the beach by two Madeira men.</p> - -<p>As soon as the boat's bow touched the beach, two other men standing -there made fast to it one end of a rope of which the other was attached -to two strong oxen. At the word these oxen started, and up glided the -boat over the round smooth pebbles, so easily that Tom was astonished to -find himself at the top of the bank. With a laugh he jumped out. "That -was a coast up hill, sure enough," he said. "Was that what you meant?"</p> - -<p>The lieutenant looked mysterious. "No, it wasn't. Wait a while."</p> - -<p>"What queer narrow streets!" said Tom, as he surveyed critically -Funchal, the capital of Madeira. "And what a lingo—Portuguese—only it -sounds even more like gibberish than it did in Lisbon. And what a lot of -peddlers! They swarm like gnats."</p> - -<p>Mr. Jollytarre was busy buying an inlaid box of one of the peddlers -referred to, and did not answer.</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="400" height="271" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">CARRIAGE DRAWN BY OXEN.</span> -</div> - -<p>Meanwhile Tom's attention was attracted by a very odd carriage. This -vehicle was drawn by oxen, and like a sleigh was set on runners, which -offered less resistance than wheels would have done to the smooth round -little stones of the pavement. These cobble-stones are very like the -stones of the beach. The body of the carriage reminded Tom of a -Sedan-chair; it seated comfortably two persons facing each other, had a -top, and was draped on the sides by curtains drawn apart. Tom began to -laugh, so much was he entertained by this strange equipage, whereat the -lieutenant turned to see what had caught his eye.</p> - -<p>"We might take a drive," said he, meditatively. "I want to take you to -the Church of Nossa Senhora do Monte, on the top of that hill over -there. What do you say, Tom?"</p> - -<p>"I'd sooner walk," said our young friend. "I should think it would be -slow work riding in an ox-cart, for that's all that amounts to, unless -you choose to call it a sleigh."</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="278" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">HAMMOCK-RIDING IN MADEIRA.</span> -</div> - -<p>At this moment two men came slowly down the street bearing between them -a pole on which was slung a curtained hammock, wherein reclined a pale -sweet-faced lady.</p> - -<p>As she passed Tom his bright face took her fancy, and she glanced at him -with a smile.</p> - -<p>"Wasn't that a beautiful lady?" he cried to Mr. Jollytarre.</p> - -<p>"Indeed she was. But what do you think of her method of travelling? Slow -as the ox-cart, eh?" Then suddenly, "Tom, I have it; we'll go on -horseback." And almost in the same breath, cried, "Caballos."</p> - -<p>The lieutenant's knowledge of Portuguese was limited, and he was obliged -to make a little of it, mixed with Spanish, go a long way.</p> - -<p>But the people about him were quick-witted, and it seemed to Tom that -two horses with their two owners appeared on the scene as if by magic.</p> - -<p>"Now, Tom," said Lieutenant Jollytarre, "you may walk if you please—I -shall ride. The coasting I told you of is up there at that church. Will -you take a horse?"</p> - -<p>Tom replied by leaping into the saddle, and starting off at a slow -canter.</p> - -<p>As they rode away, the owners of the horses followed them, keeping up to -the increasing pace by each clinging to his horse's tail.</p> - -<p>This was all very well as long as they remained in the narrow streets, -where a little steering was necessary; but as they left them, Tom grew -impatient for a run.</p> - -<p>"See here, now, this won't do," he called to his man. "I ain't a baby. I -know how to ride. Leave go."</p> - -<p>He slackened his pace to say this. The man slackened his pace, but did -not drop the horse's tail. He grinned upon Tom, showing his even white -teeth.</p> - -<p>Tom waxed wroth. "Come now, let go," and he gave his horse a cut which -started him into a gallop. The guide kept up, tugging away at the -horse's tail.</p> - -<p>"Come now, be off," cried Tom. "You keep my horse back. I say, Mr. -Jollytarre, do put this into Portuguese for me. Tell this beggar I'll -give him a cut if he don't let go."</p> - -<p>"Cut away," said Mr. Jollytarre. "It won't make any difference. He -understands you, but he wouldn't let go if you were to shout to him from -now until doomsday. I know all about it. I've been here before."</p> - -<p>"What does he hold it for?"</p> - -<p>"Tom, I have often wondered. I suppose he knows. I don't. Wants to keep -his horse in sight, perhaps; wants a run; likes our society. You see my -fellow is doing the same thing. However, we are not going any slower in -consequence. The horses are used to it. They don't mind in the least."</p> - -<p>At this point the guides stopped both horses. They were in front of a -little wine-shop half way up the hill.</p> - -<p>The guides pulled off their caps, and urged the lieutenant to treat. -This was another custom of the country, to which the lieutenant also -submitted gracefully.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> - -<p>The waiters poured out a glassful all around.</p> - -<p>"Take care, Tom; this is strong Madeira wine, although these people -drink it almost like water. Better not do more than taste it."</p> - -<p>"Never fear," replied Tom. "I wouldn't poison myself with the stuff. No, -thank you" (to the waiter). "Drink it yourself, if you've a mind to."</p> - -<p>"Temperance, are you?" said the lieutenant. "Well, that's a very good -thing."</p> - -<p>"I should say it was," said Tom, stoutly. "Anyway for a boy."</p> - -<p>The rest of the road was very steep. But it was fun. Tom was sorry to -reach the top, where, at the door of the church, they dismounted, and -sat down to rest. The horses were led off.</p> - -<p>When Mr. Jollytarre rose to his feet and announced that they must be -going, Tom looked around for his horse in vain. Instead, two sleds -approached, each pushed by two men toward our friends.</p> - -<p>"Get on board, Tom," exclaimed the lieutenant; "that is, if you want to -have the best coasting you ever had in your life. If your prejudices -hold you back now, you'll regret it the longest day you live."</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="265" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">THE MOUNTAIN SLED.</span> -</div> - -<p>So saying, he scrambled into one of the sleds himself, and Tom followed -his example, although still a little doubtful as to the success of the -experiment. There were two thongs for steering tied to the front of each -sled, which were held by the two men behind.</p> - -<p>When everything was ready, the two sleds started together down the hill. -It was like the wind. It was like chain-lightning. It was like a -telegram. As they tore down the hill, they made a hissing sound like the -cracking of whips. There were sudden turns in the road, beneath which -lay dark and deep ravines. If Tom had known that sometimes in these wild -rides persons had been hurled over the sides of such precipices, a still -greater zest would have been imparted to his flying trip; for he was a -thorough boy, and loved a spice of danger. However, he would have had -hardly time to dwell upon this thought, for in less time than it has -taken to write of it he was landed again in Funchal.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_SHOP_WINDOWS" id="THE_SHOP_WINDOWS">THE SHOP WINDOWS.</a></h2> - -<p>I think I can hear some little tongue ask, "Are these beautiful pictures -really to be seen in the shops, or has the artist only imagined them?"</p> - -<p>Every one of these pretty sights is taken from actual windows in New -York, and for days past gay throngs of people have tiptoed and crowded -close to the panes that they might assist at such dainty doll -receptions.</p> - -<p>The central scene here is a bit of Venice. There are the bridge and the -stairs and the arches, and there, too, are the ladies and gentlemen -coming in their gondolas to attend a reception at some grand palace.</p> - -<p>It is almost as good as going to the circus to look at the fairy figure -standing on the back of yonder spirited steed, with the rows of doll -spectators in the background. I think I like it even better than the -real thing, for one is sure that this little lady has never known a -blow, nor an unkind word, and we are not at all easy in our minds when -we are watching some poor little Queen of the Ring, and holding our -breath at her wonderful leaps.</p> - -<p>The little picture entitled "Charity" may be seen in the streets every -cold day. The contrast between the child, with her golden hair and warm -furs, and the barefooted boy, ragged and shivering, who sweeps the -crossings, and holds out his thin hand for a penny, is true to life.</p> - -<p>Here is Baby, as large as the one at home in the nursery, her -christening dress on, to be sure, and her bottle in her hands. What -comfort she is taking!</p> - -<p>But wouldn't you rather have that sailor lad, whose jaunty air tells you -that he knows every rope in the ship, and can climb the rigging like a -cat?</p> - -<p>How graceful are these musicians! and how quaint this coquettish -milk-maid, who will presently give a cup of milk to the high-bred girl -and boy watching her! One can take a history lesson, for just as these -children are dressed were Mistress Dorothy Quincy and his Excellency -John Hancock more than a hundred years ago.</p> - -<p>Perhaps our eyes linger longest on the sea-side window, which brings -back memories of the summer. There is the donkey on which Minnie used to -ride; Chloe with her parasol; and the children at play on the sands, -with the waves rolling in.</p> - -<p>Well, well, we can not look all day at the shop windows, be they ever so -attractive, for the holidays are full of fun and frolic, and we want to -catch it all.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 470px;"> -<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="470" height="700" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">SCENES IN SHOP WINDOWS, NEW YORK CITY.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by Miss Jessie McDermott</span>.</span> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 267px;"> -<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="267" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">HAPPY NEW-YEAR!</span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</a></h2> - -<p>A Happy New Year to all the boys and girls who read this paper! Every -mail which comes to Our Post-office Box brings us letters which we are -too modest to publish, so lavish is their praise of the stories, -pictures, and instructive articles which we furnish for the weekly feast -of the young writers. Now, little men and women, since you like the -paper so well, and enjoy it so thoroughly, let us tell you how you can -give us a useful proof of your friendship. We would like you to help us -extend the circulation of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> by showing it to your -friends and their parents, and asking them to subscribe for it the -coming year. The more subscribers the paper shall have, the more -attractive and valuable the publishers will be able to make it. That you -may have the prospect of a reward for your efforts, we make the -following tempting offers, to which we ask your attention.</p> - -<p>To any boy or girl sending us at one time before March 1, 1882, the -names and addresses of ten new yearly subscribers, together with the -money, and referring to this offer, we will mail, postage paid, any one -of the volumes mentioned in the following list:</p> - -<h4><span class="smcap">Col. Knox's Books of Travel in the Far East</span>.</h4> - -<blockquote> -<p><i>The Boy Travellers in the Far East—Part I.—Adventures of two Youths -in a Journey to Japan and China. Copiously Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental -Cloth, $3.</i></p> - -<p><i>The Boy Travellers in the Far East—Part II.—Adventures of two Youths -in a Journey to Siam and Java. With Descriptions of Cochin China, -Cambodia, Sumatra, and the Malay Archipelago. 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Any one of these books will be a constant source of pleasure to -everybody in the household.</p> - -<p>To the boy or girl who, before March 1, 1882, shall send us the largest -number of new yearly subscriptions, with the money, we further offer to -present</p> - -<blockquote> -<p><i>Harper's Household Edition of Charles Dickens's Works, in 16 Volumes, -handsomely bound in Cloth, in a box. Price, $22.</i></p></blockquote> - -<p>No collection of books is complete which does not include the works of -the great English novelist, whose characters are as vivid as real -flesh-and-blood people, and whose humor and pathos never lose their -charm.</p> - -<p>We feel sure that every boy and girl among our readers will be anxious -to win this handsome edition of Dickens's works, which is full of -exquisite illustrations by leading English and American artists.</p> - -<p>In order that we may keep an accurate account of the number of -subscriptions we receive, it will be necessary for each one, when -sending a list of new subscriptions, to notify us that he or she intends -to try to secure this valuable prize. Cash must accompany each order.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, $1.50 a year.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Westport, California</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I have a darling doll, and it has light blue eyes and golden hair. -It is a wax doll. I have no name for it. Would somebody please tell -me a pretty one? I have a cunning little carriage in which I take -my doll to ride. I have a little pony named Daisy, and papa bought -me a saddle, so that I can ride to school. I have to go three miles -through the woods, and Daisy sometimes rears up with me, but I have -never yet fallen off. I received two very pretty cards at school -last week. I have a pair of roller skates. When I read Augusta C.'s -letter I said, "I will join you, Augusta, for I hate cats too."</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Etta M</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>How delightful it must be to canter to school through the woods. If -Daisy is sometimes a little frisky, her mistress must keep a steady and -delicate hand on the rein, sit firmly in her saddle, and often pet and -caress her horse, so that she will understand that her rider is her -friend. It is possible to win the affection and confidence of a horse so -that it will understand nearly every word you say to it.</p> - -<p>Why not call your dolly Katrine, or Gretchen, or Fairy, or Maud? There -are many pretty names for dolls, and as you are dolly's mamma, you -should not neglect the duty of naming her.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Wildwood, Catahoula Parish, Louisiana</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>Several weeks ago I wrote you proposing an exchange of deer horns, -leaves, and mosses, never dreaming of having so many applications -for the horns—all nice offers, too. As I am at home only one day -of the week—boarding from home to attend school—I could not -possibly reply to all; so I decided to answer through the -Post-office Box. I wish to say I think Jackson Bechler's offer -would best please me, if he would only name his curiosities, and -the expense of my getting them. As we have no near express office, -the horns would have to be sent by boat to New Orleans; the expense -from here to New Jersey would be about $1.75. I forgot in my -previous letter to say that one of the horns on one point was -fractured by a shot. I have three pairs, the one just mentioned the -largest, which measures twenty-four inches from head to tip—that -is, <i>one shank</i>; fifteen inches from tip to tip; four points on -each shank. The second pair is a little less, but not so pretty, as -they were shot before the horns hardened, and instead of making a -straight point, it is somewhat contorted. The third are little -beauties, which we used on the bow of our boat when we had skiff -races during high water. As I had only one offer for leaves, etc., -I answered by postal. I hope to hear soon from my young friends.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Marie Louise Usher</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Boston, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>In a recent number of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> you said that some little New -England girl could have a corner if she chose to write, and -although I am not so very little, I hope I may have part of a -corner in the Post-office Box.</p> - -<p>In a letter from Viola B. a week or two ago she spoke of the names -of Southern children, and afterward you said that you had seen an -allusion to the same thing in a book you had read lately. Will you -please tell me in what book you saw it, if you remember, as I wish -to know if it is the same book I saw it in.</p> - -<p>I agree with Miss Viola in regard to telling the age.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">L. H.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>The book was <i>Homoselle</i>, which belongs to the "No Name Series" of -novels.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Knowlton, Canada</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little girl six years old. The only pet I have is a little -baby sister, whom I love very much. I went to a mill with papa a -few weeks ago, and saw them card wool into rolls, and weave -flannel. I live on a farm near Brome Lake, and there is a river -runs through the pasture back of our house, and in warm weather we -like to take off our shoes and stockings and go in wading. I had a -little flower garden last summer. It was my very own. I had some -petunias and sweet-peas, and some pretty gladioli; and I had some -daisies and pansies, and sweet-williams too. My sister Connie -helped me weed my garden. I have a wax doll which I often play -with. Her name is May. The prettiest dress she has is a red one -trimmed with fringe, and she wears a lace bib with it. Her -every-day dress is gray, with little red bows all down the front of -it. I have a carriage to push her around in. It was one of my -Christmas presents last year. I read all the letters and most of -the stories in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, but I can not write yet, so mamma is -writing this for me. The stories I like best are "Susie Kingman's -Decision," "Phil's Fairies," "Toby Tyler," and "The Cruise of the -'Ghost.'" I am tired now, so I will not write any more.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Bessie C</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Weedville, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>Please may some of the boys write in defense of the cats, as well -as the girls? We think Augusta would like our cat if she could see -it. It is white, with large black and yellow spots. We call it -Popcorn. The white for the corn that is popped, the yellow for -before it is popped, and the black for that that got burned. -Popcorn and our little dog Felix go fishing with us down in the -woods. She can follow as well as Felix. When Felix has to be -punished, he cries; then Popcorn runs up to him and licks his face, -and we know she is sorry for him. We think so much of both! We had -to go a mile to school last summer, and Felix would start from home -about four o'clock, and meet us sometimes nearly half of the way. -We wondered how he knew when to start. He would be so glad to see -us, he would jump nearly as high as our heads. When we got home, -Popcorn would be waiting for us on the front steps. We like <span class="smcap">Young -People</span>, and are glad Tip didn't die.</p> - -<p>We have coaxed mamma to write this for us.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Dwight</span>, <span class="smcap">Eddie</span>, and <span class="smcap">Clare A</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Westmoreland County, Virginia</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>One of the little correspondents said she had a three-legged cat. I -want to tell you of a kitten we had which had six legs, one on -either side with the toes turning backward.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Emily C. M</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Oviedo, Orange County, Florida</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little boy seven years old, and live in South Florida, on -Lake Jessup—a large lake in Orange County. My father has a -beautiful orange grove, and some of the trees are just loaded with -oranges. We also have a pine-apple grove; but the strangest thing I -ever saw is a pawpaw-tree; it is bearing and blooming at the same -time, and the shape of the fruit is like a musk-melon in size, and -my father could get a hundred dollars for it if he were to try. I -have some pets and other things, but I won't write about them now. -I have been taking <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for nearly a year.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Theodore A</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Queenstown, Maryland</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I have wished for some time to write and thank you for the great -pleasure <span class="smcap">Young People</span> gives me. I love so its coming once a week.</p> - -<p>I wish I had something to offer little Marie Louise Usher in -exchange for her deer horns. We all read her letter with so much -pleasure last week. One of my uncles went, some winters ago, to -look after his interests in Hope Estate, Louisiana. It adjoins Dr. -Usher's residence; and Uncle George says then Marie Louise was a -little girl like I am now, not more than six or seven years old. He -was so pleased to read her letter, for he enjoyed his visit to the -sunny South.</p> - -<p>My subscription to <span class="smcap">Young People</span> runs out the 11th of December, but -Aunt Kate, who is going to Baltimore in a few days, will renew it -for another year. I made the money myself, selling "Stowell's -Evergreen Corn." I have every number of this year, not one torn or -soiled, and I want to have it bound by the Baltimore News Company, -where I subscribe. It was a Christmas gift this year from my two -aunts.</p> - -<p>I have a nice little girl, Clara, from an orphan asylum, who plays -with and reads to me. I go to school, and do not play much with -dolls, though I have eighteen. Like most of the subscribers, I have -a cat, Toby; for "Toby Tyler" was the very nicest continued story I -ever read.</p> - -<p>I was in a spelling-class yesterday of a dozen or more girls and -boys, and I spelled "duenna" after it had passed almost all the -others. I was so "clapped" (because I am so little), I thought the -school-house was on fire; so I began to cry.</p> - -<p>I shall think it a very nice Christmas gift if you will publish my -letter. Good-by, Mr. Harper.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Anna H. D</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">George H. P</span>.—Your long trip must have been very delightful. There is -nothing much pleasanter in life than a boy's journey under the care of a -kind and indulgent father. But your mother must have felt a little -anxious about her travellers while they were enduring 500 miles of -staging, bathing in Salt Lake, and venturing into other dangerous -places. No doubt she was very glad indeed when you both arrived safely -at home. Your exchange will duly appear.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Marian M</span>.—The two kittens named Cenny and Tenny, after the Centennial -year, in which they were born, must have been very amusing, from your -description of them.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Flora S</span>.—Carlo must be a little torment, and yet we do not wonder at -your loving him dearly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>C. Y. P. R. U.</h3> - -<p>We have pleasure in giving our readers this vivid description of the -cruise of the adventurous little <i>Toby Tyler</i> since we left her, some -weeks ago, in the beautiful harbor of Norfolk, Virginia.</p> - -<h4>FIVE DAYS IN THE DISMAL SWAMP.</h4> - -<blockquote> - -<p>There is one portion of the journey of the <i>Toby Tyler</i> which can -hardly fail to interest the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, although they -might not care much for a record of the entire voyage. The trip -through the Dismal Swamp occupied nearly five days, not because the -little steamer could not have passed over the thirty miles of canal -sooner, but because all on board were disposed to linger where the -scenery was so novel and fascinating.</p> - -<p>We will not try to give here a lesson in geography, nor to tell the -exact size, location, and characteristics of these three hundred -miles of submerged forest. This letter will simply contain an -account of what the passengers of the <i>Toby Tyler</i> saw after -leaving Norfolk, sailing five miles up the Elizabeth River, and -entering what is known as the Dismal Swamp Canal.</p> - -<p>Each one had expected to see a veritable swamp, where the trees -would appear to be growing in the water, and where it would be -impossible to walk, even a few paces, save at the risk of sinking -deep in the mud. But dismal as the swamp is, it is not quite as bad -as had been imagined. To be sure, there are miles and miles of -territory where one would find it impossible to walk, owing both to -the water and tangle of brake and vine; but along the banks of the -canal the land is not only quite as firm as elsewhere, but there -are several villages, where were found children who had read of the -coming of the <i>Toby Tyler</i>, and were watching for the little -steamer.</p> - -<p>At those points where the marshy portions of the great swamp extend -fully out to the canal, hedges of cane and flags have been trained, -so that one sees only the masses of verdure which seem to have been -cut apart by the narrow ribbon of water on which floated great -barges and steamers, past which it seemed impossible the <i>Toby</i> -could go, from sheer lack of space.</p> - -<p>And the water in the canal looked so very strange, because, instead -of being clear, it is exactly the color of strong tea, owing to the -juniper-trees, which grow in the swamp in such profusion as to -discolor it. But it tastes like the purest of spring water despite -its queer look, and the ships of war sailing from the Portsmouth -Navy-yard carry it for drinking purposes, because it will keep -sweet and fresh six or eight months.</p> - -<p>The charm and beauty of the swamp are not to be seen as one sails -through its brown water-way; if one wishes to see it in all its -dismal waste, he should do as did the voyagers on the <i>Toby</i>, and -that is, explore some of the small rivers that cross the canal by -means of a boat. The one belonging to the <i>Toby</i> is fourteen feet -long, and can sail where the water is not more than five or six -inches deep; it may also interest some of your readers to know that -it is named <i>Mr. Stubbs</i>. In this little craft the writer and the -artist almost forced their way up what is known as Old River, -pushing aside branches of trees and clinging vines that seemed -doing their best to prevent any one from entering the retreat they -guarded.</p> - -<p>Fifty yards in from the canal it was as if one had gotten miles -away from all traces of civilization; not a sound was to be heard -save the hooting of an owl or the twitter of the small birds; on a -log just ahead an assembly of terrapin were holding a convention, -probably to protest against being considered such a delicacy in the -way of food; while just beyond, under the roots of an overturned -tree, could be seen the head of a small bear, that was trying to -make up his mind whether it would be better to run away, or stay -and find out what the intruders wanted. He concluded to leave, -however, and the terrapin followed his example by rolling off the -log with a great splash, thus leaving the two explorers alone in a -river that seemed all trees and but little water. It was indeed a -swamp, or rather a submerged forest, this river, and it was only -with the greatest difficulty the little boat could be forced along. -After the banks of the canal were left astern it was no longer -possible to distinguish the course of this river, for it stretched -out in one broad body of water, which so mingled with the swamp -that no one could say it had banks, or even a channel.</p> - -<p>Perhaps a mile was passed over by alternate rowing and pulling, and -then further progress was impeded by huge trees that had fallen -into the water, completely blocking the way. Ahead, astern, and on -either hand could be seen the dark, shallow water, thickly studded -with trees from which hung the gray trailing moss so plentiful -here. No sound broke the silence, no sign of life could be seen, no -traces of man anywhere. It was certainly as wild a place as can be -imagined, and the two exploring it thought they had seen the most -dismal portion of this wonderful swamp.</p> - -<p>In this, however, they found they were mistaken, when, on the -following day, the <i>Toby</i> was anchored in the main canal, and in -<i>Mr. Stubbs</i> the party rowed up a smaller canal into the lake of -the swamp—Lake Drummond. Imagine this vast swamp (for up this last -canal there was no question as to the swampy nature of the place), -in the heart of which is a large body of water separated from that -around it by an army of tree trunks bleached to a light gray by the -sun and weather. Back of this ashen-colored border the juniper and -pine trees lift their heads so high that the sun only illumines the -water at noonday, while at other times the shadows cast by the -trees on the brown water lend to all objects a purplish hue that is -at least startling when first seen. It is a strange, weird-looking -place, where one involuntarily whispers, as if he feared to waken -nature from its solemn repose.</p> - -<p>To describe this body of water in the midst of the vast swamp is -impossible, so strange is the sensation the visitor has when seeing -it for the first time. It was early in the morning when the -passengers from the <i>Toby</i> arrived at the lake, and it was late in -the afternoon before any of them remembered that they must return -to the little steamer. Then it was almost a race to get back to the -yacht in order that the village of South Mills could be reached -before dark.</p> - -<p>In this attempt, however, the voyagers were unsuccessful, owing to -an exciting hunt which a party of gentlemen were having after a -deer. They succeeded in their murderous design, for they killed him -as he attempted to swim across the canal just under the bow of the -<i>Toby</i>.</p> - -<p>Late that night, when the little steamer was made fast to the pier -at the village that marks the southern end of the canal, the -voyagers on the yacht had venison steaks for supper that were cut -from the deer they had seen killed, and all hands retired, almost -sad that the journey through the swamp was ended, but anticipating -very much from the trip down the Pasquotank River to Albemarle -Sound.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">James Otis</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Howard B</span>.—You could have no more appropriate name for your dancing club -than the one you have selected, "Lads and Lasses." All sorts of pretty -and tasteful trifles may be used for favors, such as little bells, -rosettes, flags, stars, butterflies, sashes, pictures, and flowers. At -present tiny Japanese fans, umbrellas, cups, and vases are fashionable. -Flowers are always appropriate as favors. The German affords scope for -individual taste, and the favors may be very simple or very costly, as -circumstances may regulate the affair. But while in some cases gold or -silver jewelry has been given in the way of favors, it will be better -for a club of young people to confine themselves to trinkets which, -while of small money value, may still be pretty enough to be kept as -souvenirs of a happy evening.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Postmistress</span>,—We have had a little discussion as to the -proper method of hanging our pictures, and as we can not agree, -will you kindly settle the question. We have hung them about on a -level with our eyes, and are satisfied that that arrangement is -good. The trouble is to know the proper angle of inclination. We -had the tops of the frames about four inches from the wall; but a -friend came in the other evening, and deliberately told us that -that was all wrong. He then made rolls of stiff paper and, with -them behind the pictures, forced the top of each frame about -eighteen inches from the wall. Some of the family like the effect, -and some declare it hideous. Which plan is considered the correct -one by those who ought to know?</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Trenton</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>In hanging pictures it is well to have the middle of the picture in line -with the eye. Let all small pictures be as flat as possible against the -wall, and for larger ones let the angle of inclination depend upon size, -making it invariably as small as you can. Only for a very large picture -would an angle of eighteen inches be admissible. I would advise you to -take away the stiff rolls of paper, and trust to your own sense of the -beautiful and becoming rather than, in this instance, to your friend's -judgment.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Elsie</span>.—Your question whether it is ever right to make other people the -subject of conversation is easily answered. It is right to speak of our -friends and acquaintances, if we do so kindly, and talk of their good -qualities. Nothing is so mean as to speak unkindly of the absent, who -can not defend themselves. Conversation, if restricted to historical -facts, as you propose, would be very dull.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Constant Reader</span>.—It would be better to meet on some evening in the week -than to confine yourselves to Sunday evening. But if you are engaged -every other evening, why not meet from four to six on Sunday afternoon, -and leave the evening free to go to church? You might take up some good -book of Eastern travel, or the life of some noble man like Garfield or -Lincoln, and read it together. Call yourselves the Inquirers, if your -aim is, as I imagine it to be, to find out what is worthy, and follow -it. I do not think boys of your age should stay away from church on -Sunday evening either to read or hold debates. You will learn much more, -both mentally and spiritually, by attending regularly on the ministry of -some clergyman whom you enjoy hearing.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Flavel S. M</span>., New Brighton, New York, found a dandelion in an exposed -place, as bright as ever, and in full bloom, on December 5.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Gracie M</span>.—The Postmistress knows of nothing which will remove -superfluous hair from the face or arms.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>This week we would call the attention of the C. Y. P. R. U. to the -comprehensive little article on John Bright under the head of "People We -Hear About"; to the "Chat on Philately," which carries us away to the -northern coast of South America; and to the charming article on foreign -travel, entitled "Tom Fairweather's Holiday in Madeira." Then we want -them all to read the story called "Sam Jenkins's Dream." Not that any of -them are like the Sam of the Old Year, but because every one of us, no -matter how good we are already, wants to take a new and a fresh and a -better start in the New Year to come.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> - -<h3>No. 1.</h3> - -<h3>TWO ENIGMAS.</h3> - -<h3>1.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My first is in snow, but not in rain.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">My second in nip, but not in bite.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My third is in mount, but not in plain.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">My fourth is in weasel, but not in kite.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My fifth is in butter, but not in cheese,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My sixth is in ice, but not in freeze.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My seventh is in rosy, but not in pale.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My eighth is in dimple, but not in veil.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">My whole is as lovely as well can be</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Anything half so wild and free.</span><br /> -</p> - -<h3>2.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In scatter, not in plant.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">In polish, not in rub.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In arrow, not in bow.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In ripple, not in flow.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">In river, not in tub.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In ocean, not in lake.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">In ewer, not in dish.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Of me now, what do you make?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Am I bird, or bee, or fish?</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Susan Nipper</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 2.</h3> - -<h3>NUMERICAL ENIGMA.</h3> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">My first is the initial letter of a city in Illinois.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My second, of a city in Connecticut.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My third, of a river in Virginia.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My fourth, of one of the Territories.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My fifth, of a city in Georgia.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My sixth, of a city in Florida.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My seventh, of a State in New England.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My eighth, of a city in Texas.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My ninth, of a river in Pennsylvania.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My whole was delightful to us all.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">C. C. R.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 3.</h3> - -<h3>EASY DIAMOND.</h3> - -<p class="center">1. A letter. 2. To wager. 3. A spiral line. 4. A metal. 5. A letter.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Toby Tyler</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 110.</h3> - -<h3>No. 1.</h3> - -<h3>1.</h3> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">ru</td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">N</td><td align="center">es</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">ow</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">ar</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">as</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">D</td><td align="center">og</td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<h3>2.</h3> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="center">M</td><td align="center">ai</td><td align="center">L</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">si</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">ai</td><td align="center">N</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">Y</td><td align="center">ar</td><td align="center">D</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<h3>No. 2.</h3> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="center">Z</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">N</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">R</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">B</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">B</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">X</td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<h3>No. 3.</h3> - -<p class="center">Evil communications corrupt good manners.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Effie M. Laurence, -Florence Chambers, Elvira Urisarri, Gracie S., J. H., Jessie and Willie -Martin, "Fill Buster," Forrest F., "Queen Bess," Rita Harris, Olive A. -McAdams. "Lodestar," Frank G. Ames, Clara, Percy L. McDermott, Roy W. -Osborne, A. E. Cressingham, Bob, Frank M. Scott, "Toby Tyler," Willie -Curtis, William A. Lewis, George Sylvester, Annetta Jackson, "Day Z." M. L. H., -"No Name."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">The answer to the Enigma published on the concluding page of No. 111 is Comb.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">The prize puzzle and the name of the successful puzzler will be given in No. 114.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">[<i>For Exchanges, see third page of cover.</i>]</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 273px;"><a name="A_DIRE_CATASTROPHE" id="A_DIRE_CATASTROPHE"></a> -<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="273" height="400" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>A DIRE CATASTROPHE.</h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">"'Tis very true</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">I'm dressed in silk,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">But I must have</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">A drink of milk."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">A sudden fall:</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">What has been done?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Too much, alas!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Is worse than none.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="SCIENTIFIC_PUZZLES" id="SCIENTIFIC_PUZZLES">SCIENTIFIC PUZZLES.</a></h2> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="200" height="191" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 1.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 197px;"> -<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="197" height="200" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 2.</span> -</div> - -<p>The experiment represented in Fig. 1 illustrates the pressure of the -atmosphere. Fill a goblet with water up to the brim, and then cover it -with a sheet of paper which touches both the edge of the glass and the -surface of the water. Turn the glass upside down, and the sheet of -paper, held in its place by the pressure of the air, will prevent the -water from running out. It frequently happens that this experiment is -only successfully performed after a series of fruitless attempts on the -part of the operator. We therefore suggest that it shall be made over a -basin, and not where there are expensive articles to be ruined by a -douche of water.</p> - -<p>Fig. 2 represents another illustration of atmospheric pressure. Light a -piece of paper, and when it begins to burn brightly, thrust it into an -empty water bottle. Within a few seconds close the neck of the bottle -with a hard-boiled egg from which the shell has been removed. The -burning of the paper exhausts the air in the bottle, and the egg is -gradually thrust in by the pressure of the outside atmosphere. It will -finally pass completely through the neck of the bottle, giving a little -explosive sound.</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="200" height="228" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 3.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="200" height="200" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 4.</span> -</div> - -<p>In Fig. 3 we have an experiment illustrating the laws of force. A dime -is placed on a table covered with a cloth or napkin. The coin can be -drawn from beneath the glass without touching it or slipping anything -under it. If the cloth near by be simply scratched with the nail of the -forefinger, the elasticity of the material communicates the motion to -the dime, which moves slowly in the direction of the finger, until it -finally comes out entirely from beneath the glass.</p> - -<p>The experiment shown in Fig. 4 is certain to result in the smashing of -several eggs; we therefore advise that they should be hard-boiled in -order to avoid serious catastrophes. By blowing into a claret glass -containing an egg, it is possible to cause it to jump out of the glass, -and with practice it may be made to pass from one glass into another.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="WHAT_IS_A_CHRISTMAS-BOX" id="WHAT_IS_A_CHRISTMAS-BOX">WHAT IS A CHRISTMAS-BOX?</a></h2> - -<p>This question is not so easily answered as you may suppose; for though -all little folk know that a Christmas-box is a gift made at -Christmas-tide, such was not the original meaning of the word. -Christmas-boxes were at first what we now call money-boxes. They were -known as thrift-boxes, and consisted of small wide clay bottles with -imitation stoppers, the upper part covered with a kind of green glaze. -On the side was a slit into which money could be put, and as the money -was collected at Christmas, the boxes in the course of time gave the -name to the present.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 498px;"> -<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="498" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">DISSATISFIED WITH HIS SUNDAY DINNER.<br /><br /> -"See here, Ma, why didn't you buy this Goose when he was alive, so's I could o' rode him home?"</span> -</div> - -<p style="clear:both;"> </p> - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Begun in No. 101, <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>.</p></div></div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, December 27, -1881, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 27, 1881 *** - -***** This file should be named 50809-h.htm or 50809-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/0/8/0/50809/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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