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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Golden Days for Boys and Girls + Volume XIII, No. 51: November 12, 1892 + +Author: Various + +Editor: James Elverson + +Release Date: March 23, 2008 [EBook #24904] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOLDEN DAYS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS *** + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, Juliet Sutherland and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p class = "mynote"> +Typographical errors have been marked in the text with <ins class = "correction" title = "like this">mouse-hover popups</ins>. In general, +errors in the main text were corrected, while errors in the advertising +and editorial content were noted but left unchanged. Missing or +incorrect punctuation was silently corrected.</p> + +<!-- png 01 --> + +<a name = "titlepage" id = "titlepage"> </a> + +<table style = "width: 515px;" +summary = "Golden Days for boys and girls"> +<tr> +<td>Vol. XIII—No. 51</td> +<td class = "right">November 12, 1892.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class = "background" colspan = "2" +style = "height: 577px; background-image: url(images/pic01.jpg);"> +<p style = "height: 490px;"> </p> +<p class = "floatleft" style = "width: 240px; height: 4em;"> </p> +<p class = "center"> +<span class = "tiny">PHILADELPHIA</span><br> +JAMES ELVERSON<br> +<span class = "tiny">PUBLISHER</span> +</p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<table class = "toc" summary = "contents"> +<tr> +<td colspan = "2"> +<p class = "center"><a name = "contents" id = "contents"> +<b>Contents</b> (added by transcriber)</a></p></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td width = "50%"> +<p><a href = "#advertising_2">Advertising</a> (inside front cover)</p> +<p><a href = "#off_shore">Off Shore, or, Matt and Natt’s Venture</a></p> +<p><a href = "#fishes">Tales of Big Fishes</a></p> +<p><a href = "#puzzledom">Puzzledom</a></p> +<p><a href = "#lantern_slides">Making Slides for the Magic +Lantern</a></p> +<p><a href = "#akhoond">The Akhoond of Swat</a></p> +<p><a href = "#plucky_girl">A Plucky Girl</a></p> +<p><a href = "#ephraim">Ephraim Clark’s First and Only Voyage</a></p> +<p><a href = "#circulation"><i>Subscribing to Golden Days</i></a></p> +<p><a href = "#columbus">Columbus and the School Children</a></p> +<p><a href = "#condensed_food">Condensed Food</a></p> +<p><a href = "#unfortunate">An Unfortunate Experiment</a></p> +<p><a href = "#pacific">Our New Pacific Station</a></p> +<p><a href = "#sea_eagle">The Mutiny on Board of the Sea Eagle</a></p> +</td> +<td> +<p><a href = "#camera">How My Camera Caught a Bank Robber</a></p> +<p><a href = "#good_rules">Good Rules</a></p> +<p><a href = "#perilous_ride">A Perilous Ride</a></p> +<p><a href = "#purple_pennant">The Purple Pennant, or Alan Heathcote’s +Fortune</a></p> +<p><a href = "#snow_flea">Colorado Snow Flea</a></p> +<p><a href = "#quarrel">A Quarrel, and How It Ended</a></p> +<p><a href = "#unlucky_days">Unlucky Days for Royalty</a></p> +<p><a href = "#droll">Droll and Delightful</a></p> +<p><a href = "#letters">Our Letter Box</a></p> +<p><a href = "#exchange">Notices of Exchange</a> (inside back cover)</p> +<p><a href = "#advertising_19">Advertising</a> (inside back cover)</p> +<p><a href = "#advertising_20">Advertising</a> (back cover)</p> +<p><a href = "#testimonials_20">Testimonials</a> (back cover)</p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<!-- png 02 --> +<a name = "advertising_2" id = "advertising_2"> </a> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/thumb02.png" width = "433" height = "573" +alt = "image of advertising page showing all four columns"> +</p> + +<p class = "mynote"> +Depending on your browser settings and font choices, one column may +come out longer than the other.</p> + +<table summary = "columns 1 and 2 of inside front page"> +<tr> +<td class = "ads" colspan = "2"> + +<p class = "ads"> +<span class = "adleft size5 sans boldf">S</span> +<span class = "sans boldf">ERVE YOURSELF, AND YOUR FRIENDS WILL THINK +MORE O’ YOU</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size1 sans under">You’ll enjoy the good opinion of YOUR +friends if you use</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size4">SAPOLIO</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +TRY A CAKE OF IT AND JUDGE FOR YOURSELVES.</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class = "ads" width = "50%"> + +<!-- png 03 --> +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Advocate, Londonville, Ohio.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +Good reading matter is as essential to the young people as good +food—its effect is seen in after years. Especially do they need +good, pure fiction, which engages their attention and excludes +mischievous ideas, leaving a lasting impression. In its great variety of +short and continued stories, <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> is among the foremost, and its illustrations are artistic. +Puzzledom delights the solvers, while the Letter Box contains much +information and is read by old and young. Although the Exchange Column +will not publish any notices of a dangerous character, yet it is always +crowded and has been used to advantage by its readers. The publisher +knows the wants of the young folks, and the pens of the young people’s +favorite writers are employed for <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span>. It can be purchased weekly, or bound in magazine form, at +the end of the month. Send to the publisher, James Elverson, +Philadelphia, for a sample copy.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From The Argus, Ashton, Dakota.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +To the young people of Spink County who enjoy first-class reading we can +truthfully recommend <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, +published by James Elverson, Philadelphia. It is a weekly publication, +and filled with the purest of reading matter, and yet the well-known +desire of the young for stories of adventure is not forgotten, for while +the interest of the reader is held by the power of the writers, yet +there is nothing at any time that could offend the most fastidious, +while the youthful mind is led on to emulate the good acts portrayed. +Write for sample copies.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Milton (Penna.) Economist.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is filled with a choice +selection of original stories and pure reading matter of the highest +order, together with numerous illustrations. The contributors are many +of the best and most widely-known story writers of the world. One grand +feature of this journal is that it contains nothing that will be in any +way leading to the tainting of the moral or religious life of the young, +which is the case with so many of the story papers of the present day. +We commend the paper to parents who wish to get the best juvenile paper; +and those of our young readers who wish to get and read serial stories +of a pure and moral tendency should not fail to subscribe to <span class += "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "ads center">$45 SAFETY BICYCLES FREE.</p> + +<p class = "ads"> +Stoddart & Co., 19 Quincy Street, Chicago, Ill., are giving away an +elegant $45 Safety Bicycle to boys and girls under eighteen, without one +cent of money, on very easy conditions, for advertising purposes. We +advise those who want one to write them at once.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Daily News, Geneseo, N.Y.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +We wish we could impress upon the mind of every father how cheaply he +could make the home circle doubly attractive by subscribing for the +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, decidedly the most +valuable and most interesting pictorial newspaper we ever saw, not only +for the children, but for the entire family. For the sake of his +children we sincerely urge every father to send to the office for a +specimen copy, when he can see for himself the great value it will be in +his family, and he will thank us in his heart for calling his attention +to it. Address James Elverson, publisher, <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, corner Ninth and Spruce Streets, +Philadelphia, Penna.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Clifton and Landsdowne Times.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>—We would like to be +able to place this weekly journal in the hands of every girl and boy in +the county who cannot afford to subscribe for or buy it from news +agents. But the girls and boys of that kind, we fear, are “too many for +us.” A sad fact, too, by-the-way, when we reflect that a little +thought and a bit of economy on the part of themselves or their parents +would do what it is not in our power to accomplish. Nevertheless, they +ought to know what <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is, +namely, a sixteen-page weekly journal, with finely-illustrated articles +on various subjects of interest to young people, embracing natural +history, philosophy and other branches of education, together with +pleasing, instructive and moral stories by the best authors. It is just +what is wanted for the youthful mind seeking for useful information, and +ready at the same time to enjoy what is entertaining and healthful. If +all girls and boys could peruse and profit by its columns every week, +they in time would grow up to be women and men, intelligent, patriotic +and influential in their lives; and lest any who may read these words +are ignorant—which is hardly possible—of the whereabouts of +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, we gladly give the +address, James Elverson, Ninth and Spruce Streets, Philadelphia.</p> +</td> + +<td class = "ads"> +<!-- png 04 --> +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size3 boldf">FREE!</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<img src = "images/ad2a.png" width = "95%" alt = "bicycle"></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +To any boy or girl, a Fifty Dollar Bicycle ($50), who will devote a few +hours’ time in our employ. For further particulars write</p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "sans ital">GOLD STAR TEA CO.</span></p> +<p class = "ads right"> +<span class = "sans ital">GREENVILLE. 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One grand feature +of this journal is that it contains nothing that will be in any way +leading to the tainting of the moral or religious life of the young, +which is the case with so many of the story papers of the present day. +We commend the paper to parents who wish to get the best juvenile paper, +and those of our young readers who wish to get and read serial stories +of a pure and moral tendency, should not fail to subscribe for <span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter">From the Cincinnati Suburban News.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +Twenty copies of the <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> are +sold weekly at Moore’s book store. The number ought to be forty, for it +is the best juvenile publication we know of. It is most beautifully +illustrated, and the reading is of a very high order, much of it +historical and biographical. 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Before you buy, send stamp for +catalogue to <span class = "sans smallcaps">The Powell & Clement +Co.</span>166 Main St., Cincinnati, O.</p> + + +<p class = "ads top center"> +<span class = "size2 sans boldf">A FASCINATING BOOK!</span></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +Don’t let your big boys read novels, but something vastly more +interesting and helpful. <b>“The World’s Fair City and Her Enterprising +Sons”</b> contains a truthful account of the big millionaires and their +business methods. Just the book for the growing lad. Send for +descriptive circular. United Publishing Co., Chicago, Ill.</p> + + +<p class = "ads center top"> +<span class = "size2 sans">BARNEY & BERRY</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<img src = "images/ad2p.png" alt = "ice skate"></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +<span class = "sans size1">CATALOGUE FREE.</span> +<span class = "smallcaps">Springfield, Mass.</span></p> + + +<p class = "ads top"> +<span class = "adleft size3 sans boldf">DEAF</span> +<span class = "sans size1">NESS & HEAD NOISES CURED</span><br> +by Peck’s Invisible Tubular Ear Cushions. Whispers heard. Successful +when all remedies fail. Sold only by F. 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Fourteen lines make one inch.</i></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +JAMES ELVERSON, Publisher.</p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Philadelphia, Pa.</span></p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> <!-- end imbedded table --> + +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<!-- png 07 --> +<span class = "pagenum">801a</span> +<a name = "masthead" id = "masthead"> </a> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/pic03top.jpg" width = "561" height = "192" +alt = "masthead" title = "GOLDEN DAYS for Boys and Girls"></p> + +<p class = "center tiny"> +[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1892, by <span class += "smallcaps">James Elverson</span>, in the Office of the Librarian of +Congress, at Washington, D.C.]</p> + +<table class = "masthead" summary = "masthead"> +<tr> +<td class = "size1"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Vol. XIII.</span></td> +<td class = "tiny">JAMES ELVERSON,<br> +Publisher.</td> +<td class = "tiny"> +N. W. corner <span class = "smallcaps">Ninth</span><br> +and <span class = "smallcaps">Spruce Sts.</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class = "size1" colspan = "3"> +PHILADELPHIA, NOVEMBER 12, 1892.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class = "tiny">TERMS</td> +<td class = "tiny"> +<span class = "smallcaps">$3.00 Per Annum,<br> +In Advance.</span></td> +<td class = "size1">No. 51.</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<!-- png 08 --> +<a name = "off_shore" id = "off_shore"> </a> + +<h1 class = "smallcaps boldf">Off Shore,</h1> + +<h6>OR</h6> + +<h3>MATT AND NATT’S VENTURE.</h3> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<h5 class = "boldf">BY WM. PENDLETON CHIPMAN,</h5> + +<h6>AUTHOR OF “THE MILL BOY OF THE GENESEE,”<br> +“THE YOUNG LINEMEN,” ETC.</h6> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<h4>CHAPTER I.<br> +<span class = "subhead">MATT HIRES OUT.</span></h4> + +<p>It was a raw, cold day in early April. Since morning, the clouds had +been gathering, and they now hung, dark and heavy, over both land and +sea. The wind, too, which had been steadily increasing for hours in +violence, now blew little short of a gale. It evidently was going to be +a terrible night, and that night was nearly at hand.</p> + +<p>No one realized this more than the boy who, with a small bundle in +one hand and a stout staff in the other, was walking rapidly along the +road that runs, for the greater part of the way, in sight of Long Island +Sound, from New Haven to New London.</p> + +<p>He was a youth that would have attracted attention anywhere. Tall for +his age, which could not have been far from eighteen years, he was also +of good proportions, and walked with an ease and stride which suggested +reserved strength and muscular development; but it was the boy’s face +that was most noticeable. Frank, open, of singular beauty in feature and +outline, there was also upon it unmistakable evidences of intelligence, +resoluteness and honesty of purpose. A close observer might also +have detected traces of suffering or of sorrow—possibly of some +great burden hard to bear.</p> + +<p>The boy was none too warmly clad for the chilly air and piercing +wind, and now and then drew his light overcoat about him, as though even +his rapid walking did not make him entirely comfortable.</p> + +<p>He, moreover, looked eagerly ahead, like one who was watching for +some signs of his destination. Reaching at length the foot of a long +hill, he drew a sigh of relief, and said, aloud:</p> + +<p>“I must be near the place now. They said it was at the top of the +first long hill I came to, and this must be it.”</p> + +<p>As he spoke, he quickened his pace to a run and soon reached the +summit, quite out of breath, but with a genial warmth in his body that +he had not experienced for some hours.</p> + +<p>Pausing now a moment to catch his breath, he looked about him. Dim as +was the light of the fast-falling evening, he could not help giving an +exclamation of delight at the view he beheld.</p> + +<p>To the west of him he saw the twinkling lights of several villages, +through which he had already passed. To the north, there was a vast +stretch of land, shrouded in darkness. To the south was the Sound, its +tossing waves capped with white, its islands like so many gems on the +bosom of the angry waters.</p> + +<p>“It must be a beautiful place to live in, and I hope to find a home +here,” he remarked, as he resumed his journey.</p> + +<p>A few rods farther he reached a farmhouse +<!-- png 09 --> +<span class = "pagenum">801b</span> +and turned up to its nearest door. As he was about to knock, a man came +from the barn-yard, a little distance away, and accosted him.</p> + +<p>“Good-evening!”</p> + +<p>“Good-evening!” responded the boy. Then he asked, “Is this Mr. +Noman?”</p> + +<p>“No, I’m Mr. Goodenough,” answered the man, pleasantly. “Noman lives +on the adjoining farm. You will have to turn into the next gateway and +go down the lane, as his house stands some distance from the road.”</p> + +<p>“I was told,” explained the boy, “that he wished to hire help, and I +hoped to get work there. Could you tell me what the +prospect is?”</p> + +<p>The man had now reached the boy’s side, and was looking him over with +evident curiosity.</p> + +<p>“Well,” he replied, slowly. “I think he wants a young fellow for the +coming season, and hadn’t hired any one the last I knew. But I think you +must be a stranger in these parts?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” the youth answered, briefly.</p> + +<p>And then, thanking the man for his information, he turned away.</p> + +<p>“I thought so,” Mr. Goodenough called after him, “else you wouldn’t +want to go there to work.”</p> + +<span class = "pagenum">801c</span> +<p>The boy scarcely gave heed to the remark at the time; but it was not +long before he learned, by hard experience, the meaning of it.</p> + +<p>A quarter of a mile up the road he reached a gate, and, passing +through it, hastened down the narrow lane till he came to a long, low, +dilapidated house; but in the darkness, which had by this time fallen, +he was not able to form any definite idea of his surroundings.</p> + +<p>A feeble light issued from a back window, and, guided by that, he +found the rear door of the building.</p> + +<p>To his knock there was a chorus of responses. Dogs barked, children +screamed, +<span class = "pagenum">801d</span> +and above the din a gruff voice shouted, “Come in!”</p> + +<p>A little disconcerted by the unusual sounds, the boy, instead of +obeying the invitation, knocked again.</p> + +<p>Then there was a heavy step across the floor, the door swung open +with a jerk, and a tall, raw-boned man, shaggy-bearded and shock haired, +stood on the threshold.</p> + +<p class = "floatright"> +<img src = "images/pic03a.jpg" width = "328" height = "161" +alt = "see caption"> +</p> +<p class = "floatright"> +<img src = "images/pic03b.jpg" width = "455" height = "300" +alt = "see caption"> +</p> +<p class = "floatright caption" style = "width: 455px;"> +“THEN CAME A SUDDEN BREAKER, ROLLING OUTWARD, THAT LIFTED THE CART AND +OXEN FROM THE ROAD-BED AND SWEPT THEM OUT INTO THE SOUND.”</p> + +<p>Eying the boy a moment in surprise, he asked, somewhat surlily:</p> + +<p>“What do ye want, youngster?”</p> + +<p>“Are you Mr. Noman?” the boy asked.</p> + +<p>“Yes; what of it?” he answered, sharply.</p> + +<p>“I was told you wanted help, and I have called to see about it,” +explained the boy.</p> + +<p>“Come in, then!” said Mr. Noman.</p> + +<p>And his tones were wonderfully modified.</p> + +<p>The boy now obeyed, and found himself in a large room, evidently the +kitchen and living-room all in one. There was no carpet on the floor, +and a stove, a table and a half-dozen chairs constituted its +furniture.</p> + +<p>Three large dogs lay before the fire, growling sullenly. A woman +and four small children +<!-- png 10 --> +<span class = "pagenum">802a</span> +were seated at the table. An empty chair and an unemptied plate showed +that Mr. Noman had been eating when he was called to the door.</p> + +<p>There was food enough upon the table, but its disorderly arrangement, +and the haphazard way in which each child was helping itself, caused the +boy to give an involuntary shudder, as his host invited him to sit down +“an’ take a bite, while they talked over business together.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Noman evidently meant to give his caller a flattering impression +of his hospitality, for he heaped the boy’s plate with cold pork, brown +bread and vegetables, and even called on his wife to get some of that +“apple sass” for the young stranger.</p> + +<p>The boy was hungry, and the food was, after all, wholesome, and he +stowed away a quantity that surprised himself, if not his host.</p> + +<p>When supper was eaten, Mr. Noman pushed back his chair and abruptly +asked his guest:</p> + +<p>“Who air ye?”</p> + +<p>“Matt Rives,” promptly replied the boy.</p> + +<p>“That’s a kinder cur’us name, now, ain’t it?” questioned Mr. Noman. +“I dunno any Riveses round here. Where be ye from?”</p> + +<p>“I came from New York State,” replied Matt, with the air of one who +had studied his answer, but it seemed for some reason to be very +satisfactory to his questioner.</p> + +<p>“Any parents?” next inquired Mr. Noman.</p> + +<p>“No, sir—nor brothers nor sisters. I’ve no one but myself to +look out for.”</p> + +<p>“I guess ye ain’t used to farm work, be ye?” now inquired Mr. Noman, +doubtingly, and looking at Matt’s hands, which were as white and soft as +a lady’s.</p> + +<p>“No, sir; but I’m willing to learn,” assured Matt.</p> + +<p>“Of course ye can’t expect much in the way of wages,” remarked Mr. +Noman, cautiously.</p> + +<p>“No, not until I can do my full share of work,” replied Matt, +indifferently.</p> + +<p>A light gleamed for a moment in Mr. Noman’s eyes.</p> + +<p>“I might give ye ten dollars a month an’ board, beginnin’ the fust of +next month, ye to work round for yer board till then,” he ventured.</p> + +<p>“Very well,” responded the boy; and immediately after he added, “I’ve +walked a good ways to-day, and if you don’t mind I’ll go to my +room.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps we’d better draw up a paper of agreement an’ both of us sign +it,” suggested Mr. Noman, rubbing his hands vigorously together, as +though well pleased with himself and everybody else.</p> + +<p>“All right, if that is your custom,” said Matt. “Draw up the paper to +suit you, and I’ll sign it.”</p> + +<p>After considerable effort, Mr. Noman produced the following +document:</p> + +<blockquote> +“On this 10th day of April, Matt Rives, a miner of New York State, agres +to work for me, Thomas Noman. He’s to begin work May fust, an’ work 6 +munths at 10 dollers an’ bord. He’s too work till May fust for his bord. +If he quits work ’fore his time is up he’s to have no pay. To this we +agre. +</blockquote> + +<p class = "right"> +“<span class = "smallcaps">Thomas Noman</span>, on his part.”</p> + +<p>Matt read the paper, and could scarcely suppress a smile as he signed +his name under Mr. Noman’s, and, in imitation of him, added the words +“on his part” after the signature.</p> + +<p>He knew, however much importance Mr. Noman might attach to it, that +as a legal document it had no special force. He simply set down the +whole act as one of the whims of his eccentric employer, and gave no +more thought to the matter. But it was destined to serve that +gentleman’s purpose, nevertheless, until taken forcibly from him.</p> + +<p>Mr. Noman now showed Matt up to a back room on the second floor, and, +telling him that he would call him early in the morning, bade him +good-night.</p> + +<p>The room Matt had entered was bare and cold; a single chair, a narrow +bedstead, a rude rack on the wall to hang his garments upon, were all it +contained.</p> + +<p>Yet it was evidently with some satisfaction that he opened his +bundle, hung up the few clothes it held and prepared for bed.</p> + +<p>As he drew the quilts over him, he murmured:</p> + +<p>“I don’t think I ever had more uncomfortable quarters in my life, and +the outlook for the next six months at least is far from encouraging. +Still, I would not go back to what I have left behind for +anything.”</p> + +<p>He was tired. The rain that was now falling heavily upon the roof +just over his head acted as a sedative and lulled him to sleep. But his +was not an unbroken rest, for at times he tossed to and fro and muttered +strange, disconnected sentences. One was:</p> + +<p>“I know it was not he. I will pay it back to the last cent.”</p> + +<p>After that the troubled sleeper must have had pleasanter dreams, for +a smile played about his lips, and he murmured:</p> + +<p>“It is all right now; I’ve a home at last.”</p> + +<!-- png 11 --> +<span class = "pagenum">802b</span> +<p>From these, however, he was rudely awakened by a gruff call:</p> + +<p>“Matt, Matt! git up an’ come out to the barn.”</p> + +<p>Sleepy, bewildered, he arose and groped about in the darkness for his +clothing. By the time he was dressed a full consciousness of his +situation had come back to him, and, with a stout heart, Matt went out +to begin what was to him equally new duties and a new life.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER II.<br> +<span class = "subhead">A LITTLE UNPLEASANTNESS.</span></h4> + +<p>It was still dark and the rain fell in torrents as Matt opened the +kitchen door and ran hastily out to the barn, where Mrs. Noman, who was +making preparations for breakfast, had told him he would find her +husband.</p> + +<p>He noticed the kitchen timepiece as he passed through the room and +saw it was not yet four o’clock. Early rising was evidently one of the +things to be expected in his new home.</p> + +<p>Reaching the barn, Matt found Mr. Noman engaged in feeding a dozen or +more gaunt and ill-kept cows, which seized the musty hay thrown down to +them with an avidity that suggested on their part a scarcity of +rations.</p> + +<p>The same untidiness that marked the house was to be seen about the +barn also, which, if anything, was in a more dilapidated condition than +the former.</p> + +<p>“Good morning, Mr. Noman. What can I do to help you?” asked Matt, +pleasantly, as soon as he entered the barn.</p> + +<p>“Hum! I don’t suppose ye can milk?” was the rather ungracious +response.</p> + +<p>“No, sir; but I’m willing to learn,” replied Matt, +good-naturedly.</p> + +<p>“Well, I’ll see about that after awhile. I s’pose ye might as +well begin now as any time. But fust git up on that mow an’ throw down +more hay. These pesky critters eat more’n their necks is wuth,” said Mr. +Noman, kicking savagely at a cow that was reaching out for the forkful +of hay he was carrying by her.</p> + +<p>Matt obeyed with alacrity; and, when that job was finished, it was +followed by others, including the milking, wherein the boy proved an apt +scholar, until nearly six o’clock, when Mrs. Noman’s shrill voice +summoned them to breakfast.</p> + +<p>That meal, possibly on account of Matt’s want of the good appetite he +had had the night before, seemed to him greatly inferior to his supper. +The coffee was bitter and sweetened with molasses, the johnny-cakes were +burnt, and the meat and vegetables cold.</p> + +<p>He did his best to eat heartily of the unsavory food, +however—partly that he might not seem to his employer +over-fastidious in taste, and partly because the morning’s work had +taught him that he would need all the strength he could obtain ere his +day’s task was over. Stormy though it was, he felt sure Mr. Noman would +find enough for him to do.</p> + +<p>In fact, long before the first of May came, Matt realized fully the +force of the words Mr. Goodenough shouted after him the night he stopped +there to inquire the way to Mr. Noman’s.</p> + +<p>Had he really known his employer and family, he certainly would not +have been over-anxious to hire out to him for the season, for the +dilapidated condition of the buildings, and the untidiness and disorder +that marked everything about the place, were not, after all, the worst +features with which Matt had to deal. He soon found that his employer +was a hard, grasping tyrant, while his wife was a termagant, scolding +and fault-finding incessantly from morning until night. There was not an +animal on the place that escaped the abuse of the master, and not even +the master himself eluded the tirades of the mistress.</p> + +<p>Matt, by faithfully performing every task assigned him, and thus +frequently doing twice over what a boy of his age should have been +expected to do, tried to win the approval of both Mr. Noman and his +wife. He soon found this impossible, and so contented himself with doing +what he felt to be right, and cheerfully bore the scoldings that +speedily became an hourly occurrence.</p> + +<p>It was indeed astonishing with what good-nature Matt accepted the +work and the hard words put upon him. Mr. Noman attributed it to the +paper he had asked him to sign, and chuckled to himself at the thought +that Matt’s fear of losing his wages kept him so industrious and +docile.</p> + +<p>He confidentially admitted to his wife, one day, that the boy was +worth twice what he had agreed to pay him—“only I ain’t paid him +nothin’ as yit,” he added, with a knowing look, which his wife seemed to +understand, for she replied:</p> + +<p>“Now yer up to another of yer capers, Tom Noman. There never was a +man on the earth meaner’n ye air!”</p> + +<p>But Mr. Goodenough, who knew his neighbors well, could in no way +account for the boy’s willingness to endure what he knew he must be +suffering, and finally his curiosity +<!-- png 12 --> +<span class = "pagenum">803c</span> +got the better of him; for, meeting Matt one day as he was returning +from the nearest village, he drew up his horses and said:</p> + +<p>“Matt, do you know you are the profoundest example of human patience +I ever saw?”</p> + +<p>“No; is that so?” replied Matt, with a laugh. “What makes you +think so?”</p> + +<p>“Well,” remarked Mr. Goodenough, leaning on his wagon-seat and +looking down into the smiling countenance before him, “I have lived +here beside Tom Noman and his wife for a dozen years, and know them well +enough to be sure that an angel couldn’t long stand their fault-finding, +and yet you have actually been there six weeks, and are still as +cheerful as a lark on one of these beautiful spring mornings. Will you +explain to me how you manage to stand it?”</p> + +<p>While he was speaking a far-away look had come into Matt’s eyes, and +a shudder shook his robust frame, as though he saw something very +disagreeable to himself; but he answered, quietly enough:</p> + +<p>“Mr. Goodenough, there are some things in this world harder to bear +than either work or unkind treatment, and I prefer even to live with Tom +Noman’s family rather than to go back to the life I have left +behind me.”</p> + +<p>With these words, Matt started up his oxen and went on, leaving Mr. +Goodenough to resume his way more mystified than ever.</p> + +<p>On the first day of June, Matt asked Mr. Noman for the previous +month’s pay.</p> + +<p>They were at work in the cornfield, and the boy’s request took his +employer so by surprise that his hoe-handle dropped from his grasp.</p> + +<p>“Me pay ye now!” he exclaimed. “What air ye thinkin’ of?”</p> + +<p>Then, as though another idea had come to his mind, he said, +persuasively:</p> + +<p>“Ye don’t need no money, an’ ’twill be better to have yer pay all in +a lump. Jest think how much it’ll be—sixty dollars! an’ all yer +own.”</p> + +<p>“But I have a special use for the money,” persisted Matt; “and, as I +have earned it, I should think you might give it to me.”</p> + +<p>He spoke all the more emphatically because he knew that Mr. Noman had +quite a sum of money by him, and that he could easily pay him if he +chose to do so.</p> + +<p>For reply, Mr. Noman put his hand into his pocket, and, taking out +his wallet, opened it. From it he drew the paper of agreement that Matt +and he had signed. He slowly spelled it out, and, when he had finished, +asked:</p> + +<p>“Does this here paper say anythin’ about my payin’ ye every +month?”</p> + +<p>“No, sir,” Matt reluctantly admitted.</p> + +<p>“But it does say, if ye quit yer work ’fore yer time is up, ye air to +have no pay, don’t it?” inquired the man, significantly.</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir,” Matt replied, now realizing how mean and contemptible his +employer was, and what had been his real object in drawing up that +paper.</p> + +<p>“Well, how can I know ye air goin’ to stay with me yer hull time till +it’s up?” he asked, with a show of triumph in his tones.</p> + +<p>“Do you mean to say you don’t intend to pay me anything until +November?” asked Matt, indignantly.</p> + +<p>“That’s the agreement,” answered Mr. Noman, coolly, returning the +paper to his wallet and placing it in his pocket. “If ye’ll keep yer +part I’ll keep mine.”</p> + +<p>He then picked up his hoe and resumed his work.</p> + +<p>For the first time since he came to the farm Matt felt an impulse to +leave his employer. It was with great difficulty, indeed, that he +refrained from throwing down his hoe, going to the house after his few +effects, and quitting the place forever. But he did not, and went +resolutely on with his work.</p> + +<p>Fortunate for him was it—though he did not know it +then—that he did so. Later on, he could see that the ruling of his +spirit that day won for him, if not a city, certainly the happiest +results, though severe trials stood between him and their +consummation.</p> + +<p>That night, at as early an hour as possible, Matt sought his little +room. Closing the door carefully after him, he walked over to the rude +rack on the wall and took down his light overcoat. From an inside pocket +he drew a long wallet, and from that, a postal card. Addressing it with +a pencil to “A. H. Dinsmore, 1143 Washington Avenue, Brooklyn, +N.Y.,” he wrote rapidly and in small characters on the reverse side, +without giving place or date, the following words:</p> + +<blockquote> +“<span class = "smallcaps">Dear Sir:</span> My promise to send you some +money every month until the total amount due you was paid, I cannot +keep for this reason: Through a misunderstanding with my employer, +I am not to have my pay until the six months for which I have hired +out are ended. At that time you may expect a remittance from me. +</blockquote> + +<p class = "center">“Truly yours,</p> + +<p class = "right">“M. R.”</p> + +<p>It was several days later, however, before Matt had an opportunity to +go to the neighboring village. When he did so, he took care not to drop +the postal into the post office, but handed it directly to a mail agent +on a passing train.</p> + +<p>His reason for this act could not be easily misunderstood. Evidently, +he did not care that the Mr. Dinsmore to whom he had written +<!-- png 13 --> +<span class = "pagenum">804d</span> +should know his exact whereabouts. But his precaution was unnecessary; +for, before the summer months had run by, he was to meet Mr. Dinsmore +under circumstances most trying to himself.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER III.<br> +<span class = "subhead">SWEPT OUT TO SEA.</span></h4> + +<p>Mr. Noman’s farm was a large one, and ran clear down to the shore, +terminating there in a singular formation of sand and rocks, known +throughout that region as “The Camel Humps.” A small cove lay west +of the formation, while the main waters of the sound stretched out to +their widest extent from the south and east. The only point, therefore, +where the “humps” touched the mainland was at the north, and even this +point of contact was so narrow as simply to furnish a roadway down upon +the “humps” themselves.</p> + +<p>Of these “humps”—for there were, as their name suggested, but +two—the northern one was much the smaller, embracing perhaps an +acre of rough soil, covered with a stunted grass, and dotted here and +there with red cedars. The southern one, on the other hand, covered also +with a scanty vegetation and scattered trees, broadened out so as nearly +to land-lock the cove behind it, and cause its waters to rush in or out, +according to the tide, through an exceedingly contracted passage at its +extreme southwestern end, popularly known as “the sluiceway.”</p> + +<p>The point of contact of the southern with the northern hump, like the +northern hump with the mainland, was also very narrow, and to its +narrowness was added another feature—it was so low, or, in more +technical language, it was so nearly on a level with the high-water +mark, that when there happened to be a strong wind from any eastern +quarter, the waters of the sound, on the incoming tide, would rush with +great force over the slight barrier and mingle with the waters of the +cove, making an island, for the time, of the larger and more southern +hump.</p> + +<p>Three-quarters of a mile off shore, and a little to the northeast of +these humps, was an island of an irregular shape and a few acres in +extent, bearing the name of Sheep Island. The name had belonged to it +since colonial days, but the reason <ins class = "correction" title = +"not an error">therefor</ins> was unknown, unless at that early period +some enterprising farmer had used the island as pasture ground for +animals of that kind, which gave the island its title.</p> + +<p>This island had in later years, however, a more illustrious +inhabitant. A gentleman of considerable means, tired of society, or +for some reason at enmity with it, crossed over from the main shore, +erected a small house, dug a well, set out trees, planted a garden and +built a wharf—in fact, set up thereon a complete habitation. But +not long did he endure his self-imposed solitude. Scarcely were his +arrangements completed when an unfortunate accident caused his death, +and the island and its improvements were left to be the home of the +sea-fowls or the temporary abode of some passing fisherman.</p> + +<p>This extended description has been given because it is essential that +the reader should form a definite idea of the island and its relation to +the “Camel Humps;” for on and about them no small portion of our young +hero’s summer was destined to be spent.</p> + +<p>During the fall and winter months previous to Matt’s coming to the +farm, owing to the repeated storms, there had been landed on the “humps” +immense quantities of seaweed, so highly prized by the farmer as a +fertilizer. Mr. <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘Norman’">Noman</ins> had contented himself, however, with simply +gathering it into a huge pile on the summit of the southern hump, above +high-water mark, intending to remove it to the barnyard in the spring. +Thus it fell to Matt’s lot to cart from the heap to the yard as the weed +was needed, and the first week in June found him engaged in this +work.</p> + +<p>It was a cloudy and threatening day. The wind was from the southeast, +and blew with a freshness that promised a severe storm before night.</p> + +<p>Perhaps it was on this account that Mr. Noman had directed the boy to +engage in this particular work. He was himself obliged to be away on +business, and this was a job at which Matt could work alone, and the +weather was hardly propitious for any other undertaking. So, immediately +after breakfast, Matt yoked the oxen to the cart and started for his +first load.</p> + +<p>“There ain’t over four loads more down there, an’ if ye work spry ye +can git it all up by night!” Mr. Noman shouted after him, as he drove +off.</p> + +<p>The distance from the barn to the “humps” was such that, with the +roughness of the way, one load for each half-day had usually been +regarded as a sufficient task for the slow-walking oxen.</p> + +<p>But Matt knew he had an early start, and he determined to do his best +to bring all the weed home that day. He therefore quickened the pace of +the animals, and before nine o’clock had made his first return to the +yard.</p> + +<p>Unloading with haste, he immediately started back for his second +load. When he crossed from the north to the south hump, +<!-- png 14 --> +<span class = "pagenum">803a</span> +he noticed the incoming tide was nearly across the roadway, but thought +little of it.</p> + +<p>On examining the heap of seaweed, he became convinced that by loading +heavily he could carry what remained at two loads.</p> + +<p>He therefore pitched away until in his judgment half of the heap was +upon the cart. It made a big load, but the oxen were stout, and, bending +their necks to the yoke, they, at Matt’s command, started slowly +off.</p> + +<p>As he approached the narrow roadway, he noticed the tide had gained +rapidly and was now sweeping over it with considerable force and +depth.</p> + +<p>Jumping upon the tongue of the cart, he urged his oxen through the +tossing waves. To his consternation, the water came well up around the +patient animals’ backs, and had he not quickly scrambled to the top of +his load he would have been thoroughly drenched.</p> + +<p>The cattle, however, raised their noses high as possible and plunged +bravely through the flood, soon emerging on the other side with their +load unharmed.</p> + +<p>The rest of the journey home was made without difficulty, and Matt at +dinner time had the satisfaction of knowing that two thirds of his +appointed work was already accomplished.</p> + +<p>Mr. Noman had not yet returned, and, hurrying through dinner, Matt +hastened off for his third and last load, hoping to get back to the yard +with it before his employer came. But hardly had he started when it +began to rain, and as he passed down upon the first hump the wind, +having shifted a point or two, was blowing with a velocity that made it +difficult for the oxen to stand before it.</p> + +<p>Slowly, however, the passage across the first hump was made, and Matt +approached the narrow roadway leading to the other, then he stopped the +team in sheer amazement.</p> + +<p>In front of him was a strip of surging water of uncertain depth, and +he instinctively felt that there was a grave risk in attempting to push +through to the other side. But he was anxious to secure his load. He had +passed through safely enough before, and he resolved to attempt the +crossing now, counting on nothing worse than a drenching.</p> + +<p>This was a grave mistake, and Matt would have realized it, had he +only stopped to think that there was quite a difference between his +situation now and when he had made his successful crossing before +dinner. Then he had a loaded cart, the wind and tide were both in his +favor, and the water had not reached either its present depths or +expanse. Now his cart was empty—a significant and important fact, +the wind was blowing with greater force and directly against him, while +the tide—as he would have seen had he watched it closely—had +turned, and was rushing back from the cove and out into the open sound +with a strength almost irresistible.</p> + +<p>But, unmindful of these things, Matt bade his oxen go on, and, though +they at first shrunk from entering the angry waters, he forced them +onward, and at last they began the passage.</p> + +<p>For a rod they went steadily on, though the waves dashed over their +backs and into the cart, wetting Matt to the knees. Then came a sudden +breaker, rolling outward, that lifted the cart and oxen from the +road-bed and swept them out into the sound.</p> + +<p>The moment Matt realized that the cart was afloat and the oxen +swimming for their lives, his impulse was not to save himself, but the +unfortunate animals that, through his rashness, had been brought into +danger.</p> + +<p>Springing, therefore, between them, he caught hold of the yoke with +one hand, and with the other wrenched out the iron pin that fastened it +to the tongue, and thus freed them from the cart. In the effort, +however, he lost his hold upon the yoke, and the next minute found +himself left alone, struggling with the angry billows.</p> + +<p>He was now forced to look out for himself and could not watch the +fate of the oxen, even had he had an inclination to do so, indeed with +his water-soaked clothing, which greatly impeded his efforts, there was +already a serious question whether he would be able to reach the shore, +good swimmer though he was.</p> + +<p>With a strength born from the very sense of the danger that +overwhelmed him, he turned his face toward the fast receding shore, and +swam manfully for it.</p> + +<p>For a time he seemed to be gaining, but the tide was too strong for +him and his strength was soon exhausted. Slowly he felt himself sinking. +Already the waves were dashing over his head.</p> + +<p>He made one desperate effort to regain the surface, then there was a +faint consciousness of being caught by a huge wave and hurled against +some hard object, and all was blank.</p> + +<p class = "center"> +[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<p>—The average duration of lives in the United States is 41.8 +years for storekeepers 43.6 years for teamsters, 44.6 years for seamen, +47.3 years for mechanics, 48.4 years for merchants, 52.6 years for +lawyers, and 64.2 years for farmers.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 15 --> +<span class = "pagenum">803b</span> +<h3><a name = "fishes" id = "fishes"> +TALES OF BIG FISHES.</a></h3> + +<p>The whip ray, sea bat or devil fish, as it is variously named, is +fairly plentiful in Galveston Bay, so the appearance of four of these +sea monsters at one time the other day did not excite any special +remark. But they were seen by three boys, all under sixteen, and they +determined to get one and sell it. So one of the boys borrowed a +Winchester rifle while the other two got a rowboat and a harpoon, and +out they went after their prey. The boys rowed around awhile, and soon +saw one of the fishes, and pulled up within forty or fifty feet. One of +the boys fired a shot into the ray, which immediately breached, scooting +fully twenty feet out and ahead, like a flying fish. Two more shots were +fired, and, after beating the water furiously, it died. Then a harpoon +was thrown into the creature, and it was towed to the wharf, where it +was slung and hoisted out with a windlass. This fish measured fourteen +feet from wing tip to wing tip.</p> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<p>Another fish tale from the Gulf of Mexico relates to the adventures +of five sailors who were running a small schooner down the coast off +Corpus Christi. The vessel was gliding along smoothly when the monotony +of the voyage was broken by a six foot tarpon leaping upon the deck from +the water. The big fish at once began making things interesting on the +boat, and for a time it looked as if the crew would have to jump +overboard to escape being knocked lifeless. They finally regained +control of their nerve, however, and decided to have it out with the +fish, so one of them seized an axe and the others hand-spikes and at the +tarpon they went. The struggle was long and fierce, and one of the +sailors was knocked overboard by coming in contact with the tarpon’s +tail. A rope was thrown him and he was pulled back on deck. At last +the fish succumbed to the repeated blows of the axe and hand spikes and +lay along the deck as dead as a mackerel.</p> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<p>When the steamer Dumois came into Boston recently, she brought as a +passenger a man named John Calder, who came on board under peculiar +circumstances. He was a Jamaica fisherman, and unwittingly hooked a +sword-fish. Mr. Calder didn’t want that kind of a fish, but it would not +let go, and, as he did not want to lose a long and valuable line by +cutting himself away, both man and fish held on until forty miles at +sea. At this juncture the steamer came along, the fish was captured, and +the plucky fisherman sold the big catch to the marketmen.</p> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<p>“The prettiest battle I ever witnessed was between a young Cuban and +two sharks,” said an American sea captain. “We had reached Havana and +were lying half a mile from the docks, awaiting the signal to go on. +Several fruit peddlers had boarded us, among them a swarthy, bare legged +young fellow who looked like a pirate. The purser was standing by the +rail, holding his five year old son in his arms, watching a couple of +monster sharks that were hanging about the vessel, when the child +slipped from his grasp and fell into the water. The father plunged +overboard and seized him, and the sharks at once made to the pair. The +bare-legged young buccaneer dropped the fruit-basket and went over the +rail like a flash. As the first shark turned on its back, the invariable +prelude to biting, the Cuban rose, and with a long, keen knife fairly +disemboweled it. The other was not to be disposed of so easily though. +The purser and his child had been pulled on deck, and the combatants had +a fair field. The Cuban dived, but the shark did not wait for him to +come up and changed his location. Finally the shark advanced straight +upon his antagonist, his ugly fin cutting through the water like a +knife, turned quickly upon his back, and the huge jaws came together +with a vicious snap, but the Cuban was not between them. He had sunk +just in time to avoid the shark, and, as the latter passed, shot the +steel into it. The old sea wolf made the water boil, and strove +desperately to strike his antagonist with his tail but the latter kept +well amidships and literally cut him in pieces.”</p> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<p>As one of the Peninsular and Oriental steamers was steaming up the +Red Sea, the lookout forward called the attention of the officer of the +watch to the fact that a huge shark was jammed in between the +bobstay-shackle and the stem. Investigation showed that the monster, +which was over thirty feet long, was almost cut in two. The stem had +struck him just below the gills, and, while his head protruded on the +starboard side, his body had slewed in under the port bow. The sharp +iron stem had cut into the creature to the depth of a foot, and all +efforts to get it clear were unavailing. The captain at last ordered the +vessel full speed astern, and that sent the <ins class = "correction" +title = "printing unclear: possibly ‘man-eater’">man eater</ins> adrift. +The accepted theory was that the shark had been asleep on the surface of +the sea when struck by the swiftly-moving steamer.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 16 --> +<span class = "pagenum">803c</span> +<h2 class = "smallcaps sans"><a name = "puzzledom" id = "puzzledom"> +Puzzledom.</a></h2> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "center">No. 663</p> + +<p>Original contributions solicited from <i>all</i>. Puzzles containing +obsolete words will be received. Write contributions on one side of the +paper and apart from all communications. Address ‘Puzzle Editor,’ Golden +Days, Philadelphia, Pa.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK’S PUZZLES</h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<table class = "puzzler" summary = "puzzle solution"> +<tr> +<td>No. 1.</td> +<td>Tied, diet, tide</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 2.</td> +<td class = "puzzle"> +C A L A M U S<br> +A V E R I L L<br> +L E G A L L Y<br> +A R A M E A N<br> +M I L E A G E<br> +U L L A G E S<br> +S L Y N E S S<br> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 3.</td> +<td><ins class = "correction" title = "spacing as shown">Eve +r</ins></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 4.</td> +<td class = "puzzle"> + A<br> + B A<br> +A B J U R E S<br> + A U G U R Y<br> + R U M O R<br> + E R O T I C<br> +S Y R I N G E<br> + C G<br> + E<br> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 5.</td> +<td>Beta, bet, be, bate, bat, at.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 6.</td> +<td class = "puzzle"> + S<br> + I S<br> + N E T<br> +G E N E R A T E<br> + S E M I N A L<br> + R E C O R D<br> + D E N T S<br> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 7.</td> +<td>F-all</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 8.</td> +<td class = "puzzle"> + P A D<br> + P I L E D<br> +P I C A M A R<br> +A L A L I T E<br> +D E M I S E D<br> + D A T E R<br> + R E D<br> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 9.</td> +<td>O we go</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 10.</td> +<td class = "puzzle"> + S<br> + P A<br> +S P E C T R E<br> + A C T I O N<br> + T I N T S<br> + R O T A T E<br> +E N S T A M P<br> + E M<br> + P<br> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 11.</td> +<td>Edmund Dantes</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td>No. 12.</td> +<td class = "puzzle left"> + R<br> + C A R<br> + C A M E L<br> +R A M B L E R<br> + R E L A T E D<br> + L E T T E R S<br> + R E E N A C T<br> + D R A G O O N<br> + S C O R N E D<br> + T O N E D<br> + N E D<br> + D<br> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h3>NEW PUZZLES</h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 1. Charade</h5> + +<p>Whate’er my <i>one</i> has brought to light</p> +<p class = "indent"> +It never was a <i>whole</i>,</p> +<p>To think of it brings down my pride</p> +<p class = "indent"> +And cuts me to the soul.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +My principles will not allow</p> +<p class = "indent"> +That I am “obs.” should <i>two</i></p> +<p><i>Three</i> any word that Webster calls</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Not just exactly new.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +For those of course who patronize</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Antediluvian lore</p> +<p>’Tis easy quite to build <i>completes</i></p> +<p class = "indent"> +And such like by the score.</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">New York city</td> +<td class = "author">Lucrezius Borgers</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 2. Square</h5> + +<p>1. Pain in the ear. 2. Town of France. 3. A body reflecting +light brightly. 4. A purchaser. 5. A sharp, shrill, harsh +sound. 6. P.O. Ontario N.Y. 7. Placed in regular form before a +court.</p> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Brooklyn N.Y.</td> +<td class = "author">Moonshine</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 3. Double Word Enigma</h5> + +<div class = "inset"> +<p>In “pine-clad hill,”</p> +<p class = "indent"> +In “harvest home,”</p> +<p>In “cider mill,”</p> +<p class = "indent"> +In “star-lit dome.”</p> +</div> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Indulged and spoiled in tender years</p> +<p class = "indent"> +He grew a wicked youth</p> +<p>He early learned to curse and steal</p> +<p class = "indent"> +And never spoke the truth.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +He did not love his books. He said,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +<ins class = "correction" title = "open quote missing">“Catch</ins> me +sitting on a stool</p> +<p>The livelong day! I’d rather be</p> +<p class = "indent"> +A dunce than go to school.”</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Instead of going to school, he’d hide</p> +<p class = "indent"> +His books and run away,</p> +<p>With other bad boys like himself,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Into the fields to play.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Or take his gun into the woods</p> +<p class = "indent"> +The harmless birds to shoot,</p> +<p>Or climb the farmer’s orchard trees,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +And steal and eat their fruit.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +On Sundays, when he should have gone</p> +<p class = "indent"> +To Sunday school or church,</p> +<p>He’d take his fishing rod and go</p> +<p class = "indent"> +To fish for trout and perch.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +One day while fishing all alone</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Down by the river side,</p> +<p>He tripped, and with a headlong plunge</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Fell in the river wide.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +In vain he cried aloud for help,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +No one was near to save,</p> +<p>The waters closed above his head—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +He found a watery grave.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Now let this bad boy’s fate teach us</p> +<p class = "indent"> +<i>Complete</i> is wicked in God’s sight</p> +<p>And let us all henceforth resolve</p> +<p class = "indent"> +To try and do what’s right!</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Charleston, S.C.</td> +<td class = "author">Osceola</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 4. Right Star</h5> + +<p>1. A letter. 2. A pronoun. 3. A spectre. 4. Quadrupeds of the +genus <i>Equus</i>. 5. Defensive arms. 6. Unsweet +(<i>Obs.</i>). 7. Startles (<i>Obs.</i>). 8. A bone. 9. A +letter.</p> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Pontiac, Ill.</td> +<td class = "author">Can’t Tell</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<!-- png 17 --> +<span class = "pagenum">803d</span> +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 5. Syncopation</h5> + +<p>A <i>one</i> arose between some bees—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Indeed of them ’twas very wicked—</p> +<p>They fluttered in about the trees,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Among the grass and in the thicket</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Some thoughtless bees within the hive</p> +<p class = "indent"> +A scheme upon the drones were working,</p> +<p>To make them labor they did strive</p> +<p class = "indent"> +But “drones” were only made for shirking</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +The queen now on the scene appeared,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +A <i>fine</i> her coming quickly making</p> +<p>For she among them all was feared—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Their hearts were filled with fear and quaking</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Said she “A ’drone’ can never toil,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +A ’sinecure’ is his position</p> +<p>He lives on those who till the soil,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Like any other politician.”</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">New York city</td> +<td class = "author">Jejune</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 6. Half Square</h5> + +<p>1. Clairvoyance. 2. Computation. 3. Parts of a flower consisting of +the stalk and the anther (<i>Bot.</i>) 4. Buffoons. 5. A hard +amorphous mineral. 6. Open thefts (<i>Rare</i>.) 7. Belonging +to it. 8. To see (<i>Obs. Word Supp.</i>) 9. A letter.</p> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Rochester N.Y.</td> +<td class = "author">Theo Logy</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 7. Charade</h5> + +<p>An old man sat in his easy chair,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +The <i>firsts</i> of his life almost done</p> +<p>How thankful am I, in this world of care,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +That my course is nearly run.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +My <i>second</i> is waiting to greet me</p> +<p class = "indent"> +In mansions so bright—far away</p> +<p>In the glorious house I shall soon be,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Where all is eternal day.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +This would have been a hard <i>total</i></p> +<p class = "indent"> +From its cares I hope soon to be free</p> +<p>With me I think all things will be well</p> +<p class = "indent"> +When the Son in His glory I see.</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Iowa City, Iowa</td> +<td class = "author">Tanganika</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 8. Octagon</h5> + +<p>1. To destroy. 2. A venomous reptile inhabiting the East Indies. +3. The bleak. 4. Little wheels. 5. Comely. 6. A +friend. 7. An Arabian prince, military commander and governor of a +conquered province. 8. Drives together (<i>Obs.</i>).</p> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Louisville, Ky.</td> +<td class = "author">X Actly</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 9. Beheadment</h5> + +<p>Palm tree boughs are lacing</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Through which the moonlight steals,</p> +<p>And bathes the spot like silver</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Where India’s daughter kneels</p> +<p>Her white robes round her falling</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Her hair as black as night</p> +<p>Has its coil of richest rubies</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Like a crown of crimson light.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +A lamp on the shining water</p> +<p class = "indent"> +It is a simple test,</p> +<p>Does he <i>prime</i> live, her lover—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Lone star on the river’s breast?</p> +<p>See it nears the turning</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Now it’s rocking to and fro</p> +<p>In a splash, like liquid silver,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Then it flickers and grows low.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +India’s white-robed maiden</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Clasps her hands so tight</p> +<p>Her face grows pale with anguish,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +<i>Fine</i> brighter grows the light,</p> +<p>Then on through the lily masses,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Like a spark amid the blue,</p> +<p>Floating safely onward—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Floating slowly from her view</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Philadelphia, Pa.</td> +<td class = "author">Snowball</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 10. Newark Icosahedron</h5> + +<p>1. A small cask. 2. A genus of climbing shrubs. 3. A kind of +cover for the finger. 4. Exemption from oblivion. 5. To dye. +6. Images. 7. A genus of acanthopterygious fishes. 8. A +house whose walls are composed of logs. 9. General figure. 10. To +stir. 11. One who mingles. 12. A surgeon’s instrument for scraping +bones. 13. To plow.</p> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Newark, N.J.</td> +<td class = "author">Jo Hooty</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h5 class = "puzzle"> +No. 11. Numerical</h5> + +<p>Edith, dear, do you not recall</p> +<p class = "indent"> +How we stood long years ago</p> +<p>2, 1, the bridge, one cold, bleak <i>all</i></p> +<p class = "indent"> +Looking at the pool below?</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +How we watched the dry leaves sailing,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +2, 3, 4, 8 its cold breast</p> +<p>While the breeze was softly wailing,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +As it bore them to their rest?</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +How you wondered, were they happy</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Now their life was 2, 8, 4 <i>last?</i></p> +<p>How can they 6 and 7 happy</p> +<p class = "indent"> +When their summer life is past?</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Ah! the years have fallen round me</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Since we stood beside the stream</p> +<p>And I have shown the hopes that found me</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Then to earth were but a dream.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Oh, were you and I together</p> +<p class = "indent"> +On that bridge, once 5, 2, 8, 4</p> +<p>I would give a different answer,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Than I did in days of yore</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +I would tell of summers fading—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +How the sun must set at night</p> +<p>And of all the thick mists shading,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Sun and summer from the sight</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +I would tell of that deep yearning</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Springing from the fading years</p> +<p>For a sun that has no turning—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +For a life that has no tears</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Yes! those little leaves that we recall,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Drifting on the streamlet’s breast</p> +<p>They were glad, that bleak and chill <i>all</i>—</p> +<p class = "indent"> +They were glad for they had rest.</p> +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text"> +<tr> +<td class = "town">Charleston, W. Va.</td> +<td class = "author">R E Flect</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" +alt = "-->" align = "left"> +Answers will appear in our next issue solvers in six weeks.</p> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<h4>SOLVERS.</h4> + +<p>Puzzles in <span class = "smallcaps">Puzzledom</span> No. 657. were +correctly solved by Madora Carl, Hello Ian, Ran-de Ran, Night Owls, +Lowell, Weesle, Charles Goodwin, Crovit, Willie Wimple, Romulus, Night, +Windsor Boy, Osceola, Flora Nightingale, Addie Shun, Jejune, Stanna, +Carrie Wolmer, Mary McK., Lucrezius Borgers, Claude Hopper, Katie +O’Neill, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, John Watson, Dovey, Fleur de Lis, +Rosalind, Little Nell, Spider, C. Saw, Legs, Joe-de Joe, Flare, +Dorio, Marcellus, Maxwell, Louise M. Danforth, Cora Denham, Woggins +& Co., Herbie O., Brig, War Horse, Essie E., B. Gonia, +Mary Roland, Theresa, Mary Pollard, Uncas, Duchess, Olive, Coupay, May +De Hosmer, Al Derman, Meandhim, Beta, Tanganika and Arcanum, V. I. +Olin, Lib Bee and A. L. Vin.</p> + +<p><b><span class = "smallcaps">Complete +List</span>—Madora.</b></p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 18 --> +<span class = "pagenum">804a</span> +<h5 class = "boldf"><a name = "lantern_slides" id = "lantern_slides"> +EASY METHODS OF</a></h5> + +<h3 class = "sans boldf">Making Slides for the Magic Lantern,</h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5>BY JOHN BOYD.</h5> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>The new three-wick and four-wick magic lanterns which are now made +are so good, and give so much better results than the old oil lanterns, +that they are coming largely into use, and for ordinary purposes they do +remarkably well. The better class of them stands comparison even with +the oxy-hydrogen light, although of course they are excelled by it. They +are so easily manipulated that many boys now possess them and work them +with good effect. The more expensive ones are fitted with first-class +lenses, and can be used also with the oxy-hydrogen light.</p> + +<p>Two years ago my boys became the happy owners of one, and many a +pleasant evening has been passed since, looking at photographs and +pictures by its aid.</p> + +<p>It has been used with good effect, even in large rooms, to show +diagrams, to illustrate lectures and to exhibit pictures to the +Sunday-school children.</p> + +<p>No sooner had the lantern been obtained, however, than a demand arose +for pictures to show with it. In most large towns they can be hired from +the opticians, but they cost at least twenty-five cents a dozen per +night and, apart from the expense, it is not always convenient to get +them; then to purchase them is more than most boys can afford, as the +commonest, full-sized chromolithographed slides cost from two and a half +to three dollars a dozen, while hand-painted pictures or photographs +vary from three to ten dollars a dozen.</p> + +<p>Accordingly we determined to try if we could not make slides for +ourselves, and, as our efforts were crowned with a fair measure of +success, I think it will interest the boy-readers of <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, many of whom, I feel sure, own +lanterns, to hear what systems we found to be the best and easiest. +I shall confine myself to those pictures that can be made entirely +by hand, and accordingly will leave photographs out altogether.</p> + +<p>Bought hand-painted slides are usually first photographed on to the +glass from a large outline drawing, and then colored; but so few boys +have the means of making their slides in this manner that it will be +best to pass this system by, especially as I shall describe a method of +making the sketch which answers as well, and is much easier.</p> + +<p>At the very outset, we were met with a difficulty that we feared +would be insurmountable, and that was that it was almost impossible to +make a neat, fine-lined sketch with a brush and paint on plain, smooth +glass; and, even when this last had been managed, the coloring process +often washed out the outlines and made unsightly smudges, and, as every +little line, spot or smear shows with painful distinctness when +magnified on the sheet, we soon saw that amateur work on these lines +would never do. Fortunately I remembered a process, which I once saw +used by a microscopist, to make diagrams for the lantern to illustrate +his lectures, which answered admirably.</p> + +<p>This was simply to draw, with a very hard lead pencil, on ground +glass, then to cover the ground surface with varnish, which rendered the +glass perfectly transparent.</p> + +<p>I tried this plan, and got such good results from it that I can +strongly recommend it. By following out the instructions and hints I +shall give, any boy can readily and rapidly make a large series of +excellent pictures for his lantern, which will answer his purpose quite +as well as the most expensive bought slides.</p> + +<p>This system has four great advantages: 1. Pictures can easily be +traced on the ground glass, and to those who, like myself, would find it +difficult to invent their own pictures, or to copy them, this counts for +a great deal. 2. The outline can be made very fine, but still very +distinct. 3. The paint will not take on the lead-marks; this +renders it much easier to prevent the color going over the edge of an +outline. 4. It is also very much easier to paint on the slightly +rough surface of the ground glass.</p> + +<p>There should be no difficulty in procuring this glass at any +glazier’s. It need not be plate glass; ordinary ground glass will do, +care being taken to select that with a sufficiently fine and smooth +surface, and not too thick.</p> + +<p>I have found <i>water</i> colors for lantern slides the best for +painting with. They are very much easier to use than the <i>oil</i> +colors, and are quite as transparent. Ordinary paints will not do, as +some of them come out perfectly opaque, but a box of the special paints +can be procured for a dollar. A camel’s-hair +<!-- png 19 --> +<span class = "pagenum">804b</span> +brush, however, is of no use; you must have a stiff sable brush. One +No. 3 or No. 4 will be a handy size, and will answer for all +purposes, even for the finest lines.</p> + +<p>In selecting subjects, use those where the outlines are clear and of +a size adapted to the usual sort of slides, which are invariably made +now three and a quarter inches square.</p> + +<p>First rub a dozen ground glasses perfectly clean with a wash-leather +that has been washed in water in which a little soda has been dissolved, +to make it quite free from grease. During this cleaning process, the +surface of the glass can be sufficiently moistened by breathing +on it.</p> + +<p>Trace the entire series of outlines on the ground glasses with an H. +H. H. pencil, making the lines even lighter than the original, for it +will be found most convenient to have a number of slides, say a dozen, +in process at one time. Brush off any loose fragments of black lead, +taking care that they do not mark the glass.</p> + +<p>You are now ready to proceed with the coloring, but, as you will wish +to be sure as you go on that you are keeping them sufficiently +transparent, it will be found to be a great help if you can always see +through them, even while painting them.</p> + +<p class = "illustration floatright"> +<span class = "sans">FIG. 1</span><br> +<img src = "images/pic06a.png" width = "199" height = "97" +alt = "see text"></p> + +<p>You had better, therefore, make an inclined stand, and this can +easily be done, the only tools really required being a knife, a brad-awl +and a screw-driver. Procure one piece of wood 14 inches by 6 inches, one +piece of wood 12 inches by 6 inches, one piece of wood 14 inches by 12 +inches, all ? inch or ¼ inch thick.</p> + +<p>Divide the first piece along the dotted line <span class = +"smallcaps">A</span> to <span class = "smallcaps">B</span>, by cutting +right through it with the point of your knife. These two pieces will +make the sides of your stand. The piece 14 inches by 12 inches will make +the bottom.</p> + +<p>Cut two laths 14 inches long, ½ inch wide, out of wood ¼ inch thick, +and tack them along the upper inner edges of the two sides a quarter of +an inch below the top. These will form two ledges. Now fasten the piece +12 inches by 6 inches to rest on these ledges, which will serve to +support the hand. The upper portion remaining must be filled up by a +piece of strong, clear glass, 14 inches by 8 inches, which will rest on +the ledge at each side, and need not be fastened in, as it will +sometimes have to be removed to be cleaned.</p> + +<p>Fasten all the parts together with screws, so that you can take it to +pieces and pack it away flat when not in use. Those screws with a ring +at the end instead of a head, such as are used to fasten into the backs +of picture frames to hang them by, are the handiest, as they can be put +in with the fingers, and cost hardly any more than ordinary screws.</p> + +<p>This stand will be large enough to hold six slides at once, and +enables the light to shine right through them. A sheet of white +paper should be placed underneath to throw the light up.</p> + +<p>Should the light be too strong it can easily be modified by spreading +a sheet of thin, white tissue-paper between the glass and the +slides.</p> + +<p>Of course daylight is best to work by, but I find you can get on very +nicely with an ordinary oil lamp, if placed at a convenient distance +from the stand.</p> + +<p>An ordinary paintbox will contain twelve colors—namely, two +blues, neutral, crimson, brown, yellow, scarlet, burnt sienna, orange, +two greens and black, all but the last being quite transparent. These +will be found sufficient for ordinary work, as they can be greatly +varied by judicious mixing.</p> + +<p>First of all the skies should be painted in on all twelve slides. As +long as you do not go over the outlines, great care need not be taken +about laying the color on evenly.</p> + +<p>Now cut off a small piece of clean washleather, which has an even, +smooth surface. Let the color become nearly dry, then proceed to dab it +all over with the washleather, held on the end of the finger, breathing +on the slide when necessary, in order to keep it sufficiently moist.</p> + +<p>This process must be continued carefully until the whole painted +surface is perfectly even and shows no mark of the brush, and only +sufficient paint must be left on to give a blue tint.</p> + +<p>You must always remember that if too darkly painted the pictures will +be too opaque. Clouds can be put in nicely also with the bit of +washleather, but extra work of this sort is hardly worth while.</p> + +<p>Then proceed to tint the other portions of the pictures with suitable +colors, doing one color at a time right through the set of slides, but +after applying each color, immediately +<!-- png 20 --> +<span class = "pagenum">804c</span> +dab with the washleather, to render the color even and light.</p> + +<p>You will find that by keeping to one color at a time you will get +along much quicker, and will also make the pictures more uniform.</p> + +<p>When you have completely tinted all the pictures and “dabbed” all the +colored portions, you may then go over them all again and shade them up +where required with rather stronger colors, taking care, however, not to +overdo this.</p> + +<p>You will find for faces yellow, with a very slight addition of +crimson, answers the best. It may not look all right on the slide, but +it will when thrown on the sheet.</p> + +<p>You will need to consider the effect of the various colors, as some +show much more strongly than others. The next process is to varnish the +glasses to render them transparent.</p> + +<p>With most color boxes for painting magic lantern slides a bottle of +varnish for this purpose is supplied, which answers fairly well. It has +to be painted on, after the slides are thoroughly dry, with a large +camel’s-hair brush.</p> + +<p>Lay one coat on by drawing the brush right across from one side to +the other, taking care that the lines of varnish so deposited slightly +over-lap one another. When this coat of varnish is perfectly dry and +hard, another and sometimes even a third coat must be applied, and it is +best to lay it on at right angles to the previous coat, so that all the +surface is sure to be covered.</p> + +<p>Make each coat as thin as possible, and to <ins class = "correction" +title = "text reads ‘faciliate’">facilitate</ins> this keep the brush +soft by occasionally applying a little turpentine to it. This, however, +is a slow and tantalizing process of varnishing, and there is an easier +and better one. Procure a bottle of Canada balsam in benzole. It is used +for mounting microscopic objects in, and can be got from any optician’s. +It should be quite fluid. Get a large wide-mouthed bottle and pour the +balsam and benzole into it. Then add to it as much again pure benzole. +It should now be nearly as fluid as water. This is your varnish. Apply +it just as a photographer coats his glass plate with collodion. That is +done in this manner. Take hold of the slide by one corner and pour on to +it a sufficient quantity of the balsam and benzole to cover it.</p> + +<p>You may need to encourage it to flow by slightly tilting the slide, +and sometimes it may even be needful to take a clean quill toothpick and +direct it into some corners that otherwise would be missed. Then pour +back all the superfluous varnish into the bottle from one corner of the +slide; the varnish remaining will rapidly harden, as the benzole +evaporates quickly, and the hardening may be hastened by applying a +little heat, but while hardening the slides should be protected from +dust.</p> + +<p class = "illustration floatright"> +<span class = "sans"> +FIG. 2.</span><br> +<img src = "images/pic06b.png" width = "202" height = "182" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p>I make mine perfectly hard by baking them on a thin iron plate fixed +a few inches above a small spirit lamp, but you need to take care not to +make the slides too hot, or they may crack. I can easily varnish +and harden a dozen slides in less than an hour.</p> + +<p>A thin plate of iron, such as is used for an oven plate, can be +arranged on blocks of wood, a sufficient height over the spirit lamp. +One coat of this varnish is usually sufficient to render the slides +perfectly transparent, but a second coat can be applied as soon as the +first is hard if necessary.</p> + +<p>The slides are now finished, but the varnished surface will easily +scratch, and must be protected by a piece of clean glass. Between the +glasses a thin paper mount should be laid, which may be a circle, an +oval, or a square, according to which is most suitable to the pictures, +and then the two glasses must be fastened together by narrow slips of +paper gummed round the edge. These mounts, and slips of paper ready +gummed, can be procured from any optician, and will save labor, +especially in fixing up the edges.</p> + +<p>Before you join the glasses together insert at the right hand top +corner a number, so that by looking at this number you can readily +arrange the pictures in their proper sequence, and also tell which is +the right side up when putting them into the lantern carrier.</p> + +<p>Sometimes you may wish to copy some +<!-- png 21 --> +<span class = "pagenum">804d</span> +other slides, but owing to their having the covering glasses on you +cannot trace them readily direct on to your ground glasses.</p> + +<p>This difficulty is overcome by using tracing paper, making the lines +with a fine crow-quill and ink. Then you can easily trace from these +copies through the ground glass. We also made some very good sets of +shadow pictures by cutting out suitable sketches in paper from the comic +and other illustrated journals, and mounting them between two sheets of +glass. These answered admirably, and when carefully cut out, no one +would believe, when thrown on the sheet, that they had not been +painted.</p> + +<p>We also made some sets of tracings on plain glass, of sketches in +black and white. Of course ink would not do, as a fine line could not be +drawn with it, and it was too transparent, but we found that, by using +black water color, in which a drop or two of thin gum had been mixed, it +was quite easy to draw upon plain glass with a fine pen, and then the +solid parts could be filled in with a sable brush.</p> + +<p>Comic sets copied from the illustrated papers were very easily made, +and came out exceedingly well on the sheet and afforded great amusement. +This system, and the cutting out in paper, is very simple, and of course +takes much less time than the colored and varnished drawings on +roughened glass.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h3><a name = "akhoond" id = "akhoond"> +THE AKHOOND OF SWAT.</a></h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5>BY J. H. S.</h5> + +<p>A number of years ago there came over the cable an announcement that +the Akhoond of Swat had died, and immediately there was an outburst of +merriment in the newspapers. No one could tell who or what he was, many +believed him to be a myth, and for a long time the Akhoond was a +standing joke among paragraph writers all over the world.</p> + +<p>But the Akhoond was a real personage and no joke, and it is only +recently that we have found out what a really great man he was.</p> + +<p>Swat itself is a considerable province of Afghanistan, bordering on +India, and just southwest of the Pamirs. The Akhoond was not, however, +its civil ruler. At any rate, he was not nominally so. The title Akhoond +merely means “teacher,” and he was, primarily, a religious teacher and +nothing more.</p> + +<p>He lived in the town of Saidu, and he reached manhood and began to +teach the people more than half a century ago, when Dost Mohammed was +Ameer of Cabul.</p> + +<p>An intense fanatic and a mystic, he exerted a marvelous sway over the +people of Swat, who like all the Afghan tribes, are nervous, +imaginative, and given to mysticism. So he became not only their +spiritual prophet, but their military leader as well.</p> + +<p>He led the hosts of Islam against the Sikhs, in the days when Dost +Mohammed planned to conquer all India, and many are the stories told of +his prowess.</p> + +<p>Nor did he fight alone against the Indians, but in 1863 he led the +Afghans in their battle with the British at Umbeyla, and made himself +the most feared man in all the Afghan empire.</p> + +<p>When not busy in the wars, the Akhoond was always to be found at +Saidu. From sunrise to sunset he sat in his mosque, reproving the +erring, comforting the mourners, encouraging the faithful, and cursing +the obstinate unbelievers.</p> + +<p>Disputes of every sort were brought to him for settlement. Troubles +of all kinds were brought to him to be made right. Hundreds of miracles +were performed by him every day. The sick were made well in an +instant.</p> + +<p>A man would come, lamenting that his horse was lost, and would find +it the next moment at the door of the mosque. A carpenter was +bewailing that a beam was three feet too short for the needed purpose, +and in a twinkling it grew to exactly the length required.</p> + +<p>A visitor in the city wished to return speedily to his home in +Constantinople, thousands of miles away. He was bade to close his eyes, +and the next moment opened them in his home.</p> + +<p>To tell the people of Swat that these things were not so, would have +been equivalent to telling them that light was darkness. No wonder, +then, that the Akhoond was a power in the land, and that Ameer after +Ameer sought his assistance.</p> + +<p>Shere Ali was the last. When he began his last struggle with the +British, he begged the Akhoond to lead his armies as of old. But death +stepped in, and the Akhoond passed into history.</p> + +<p>Yet still his virtues abide. The mosque in which he taught is the +holiest place in all Swat, and miracles are daily wrought there. The +Akhoond’s son does not succeed him as a teacher, but he inherits the +worldly possessions of the Akhoond, and these are enough to make him the +richest man in all Swat.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 22 --> +<span class = "pagenum">805a</span> + +<p class = "center"> +<a name = "plucky_girl" id = "plucky_girl"> +[<i>This Story began in No.44.</i>]</a></p> + +<h1 class = "smallcaps boldf">A Plucky Girl</h1> + +<h6>OR,</h6> + +<h4 class = "sans boldf">“For Father’s Sake.”</h4> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "boldf extended">A STORY OF PRAIRIE LAND</h5> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>BY CELIA PEARSE,</h4> + +<h6>AUTHOR OF “LITTLE GOTHAMITES,” “WILL SHE<br> +WIN HER WAY?” “A WISE LITTLE<br> +WOMAN,” ETC., ETC.</h6> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXIV.</h4> + +<p>Lottie was so vexed and indignant that, for a moment, she could +neither move nor speak. Eva, too, was perplexed, and whispered into +Lottie’s ear:</p> + +<p>“What does the woman want? Is she going to take our things away +from us?”</p> + +<p>Before Lottie could reply, the man who had been loitering around the +barn and outside premises, came up to the door, and, with a smile meant +to be ingratiating, bade them good-morning.</p> + +<p>Lottie started at the sound of his voice. She thought she recognized +it, but was not quite sure. She rose from her chair and returned the +greeting.</p> + +<p>“I’m one of your new neighbors,” continued the visitor, planting +himself in the doorway and resting a hand upon the frame upon either +side. “The old woman an’ me thought we’d come over an’ git acquainted. +I reckon she has told you who we air?”</p> + +<p>Lottie listened to this speech with intent ears. Yes, the voice was +the same she had heard that evening, weeks before, plotting to deprive +them of their home.</p> + +<p>She did not doubt that it was he who had persuaded Jimmy to run away; +that he was the “friend” who had promised the boy work and wages and +independence, and so had gotten him out of his way.</p> + +<p>Lottie crossed the room, Eva still clinging to her hand, and, when +but a few steps distant from the man in the doorway, stopped, and, +looking him straight in the eye, said:</p> + +<p>“Yes, Mr. Highton, I know who you are. Will you please tell me where +my brother Jimmy is?”</p> + +<p>Mr. Highton’s hands dropped from the door-frame, and he took a step +backward. A dark flush spread over his countenance; his eyes +wavered and fell. But he recovered himself almost instantly, and, with a +harsh, disagreeable laugh, made answer.</p> + +<p>“Tell you where your brother Jimmy is? Why, miss, I didn’t know +you had a brother Jimmy. Has the young man been gittin’ himself +lost?”</p> + +<p>“No, he has not been getting himself lost; but <i>some one</i>, +pretending to be his friend, has persuaded him to leave us, promising +him money and good times. And, Mr. Highton, I believe that <i>you +are the man!</i>”</p> + +<p>Mr. Mart Highton laughed again, more harshly and boisterously than +before. Then he said, still pretending to be amused:</p> + +<p>“I declare I didn’t expect to be treated this way, or I shouldn’t ’a +come to see you. I’ll send one o’ the <i>boys</i> next time, an’ mebbe +you’ll treat ’em better. You hain’t so much as invited me in to take a +seat!”</p> + +<p>Lottie turned indignantly away, and, without giving the solicited +invitation, retreated to the sitting-room.</p> + +<p>Here she found Mrs. Highton, seated in the big arm-chair, looking +about her with a self-satisfied air.</p> + +<p>As Lottie and Eva entered, she exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“Well, you an’ Mart’s been gittin’ acquainted, I reckon. +I heerd you laughin’ together. He’s mighty friendly, an’ easy to +git acquainted with. We all be, fer that matter. Some folks is so kind +o’ stuck up, or somethin’, that it takes a month o’ Sundays to git to +know ’em. But the Hightons ain’t that way!”</p> + +<p>Lottie made no reply to these remarks. She was troubled and +disgusted, and did not know how to get rid of her unwelcome visitors. +She sank, silently, upon the couch by the window.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Highton stopped her rocking, and turned her chair so that she +could face her listeners, and resumed:</p> + +<p>“Mart an’ me’s bin talkin’ ’bout the way you children’s situated +here. Mrs. Green told me all about it, afore she went away. An’ she says +to me, says she, ‘Them poor, motherless, orphant children hadn’t orto be +livin’ over there by theirselves,’ says she; ‘but the oldest +girl’—that’s you, I reckon” +<!-- png 23 --> +<span class = "pagenum">805b</span> +nodding at Lottie—“‘is mighty sot an’ determined, an’ is bound to +stick to the place.’</p> + +<p>“So Mart an’ me, we’ve been talkin’ it over, an’ we concluded to come +an’ hev a talk with you. He says to me, says he, ‘If the children want +to go to their relations, we’ll buy their housell stuff—fer we’re +a-needin’ the things—an’ they kin take the money an’ go. But if +they’d ruther stay, why, let ’em stay.’”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Highton paused a moment, as if expecting to be thanked for this +generous concession. But as Lottie made no response, she continued:</p> + +<p>“Him an’ me thought that if you was so sot to stay here, mebbe you’d +be willin’ to let us move in with you. His brother Ike’s got a big +family, an’ they’re about took possession of the cabin the Greens moved +out of. The boys is goin’ to put up shanties on their claims, but we’d +like to git settled quick as we kin, for we’ve been livin’ jest ‘anyhow’ +long ’nough. We could all live together in one family, an’ that way your +livin’ wouldn’t cost you a cent. Mart says he’d look after things on the +place, an’ I’d be a kind o’ mother to you. It wouldn’t be near so +lonesome fer you, an’ it would be a ’commodation to us. Our gittin’ the +use o’ the house an’ sich like would make you square about the +board-bill. Now, what do you say to our offer?”</p> + +<p class = "floatright"> +<img src = "images/pic07a.jpg" width = "367" height = "128" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p class = "floatright"> +<img src = "images/pic07b.jpg" width = "522" height = "350" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p class = "floatright caption" style = "width: 522px;"> +MR. HIGHTON SHIFTED IN HIS SEAT, AND SAID, IN AN INSINUATING TONE, “YOU +SEEM TO HEV A VERY POOR OPINION OF ME, MISS.”</p> + +<p>Lottie shuddered at the idea of living in the house with these +people. And, being forewarned, she was quick to see that this was a plan +designed to entrap her—that the Hightons wished to get possession +of the house, and a hold upon the place, so as to oust her completely; +for that they would not scruple to get rid of herself and Eva, when it +suited them to do so, she was well assured. Jimmy, poor, credulous boy, +had already been gotten out of the way. Oh, why did not her father +come?</p> + +<p>Her heart felt as if it would burst, and for a moment she could not +utter one word. But she struggled bravely for composure, and presently +said, in a voice that in spite of her trembled a little:</p> + +<p>“I cannot make any such arrangement. I hope and expect my father home +soon. And he would not be pleased to find his house filled with +strangers. Eva and I are getting along very well, and we have plenty to +live on.”</p> + +<p>“It seems to me you orto be satisfied by this time that your father +ain’t never goin’ to come back,” replied Mrs. Highton, in a harsh voice. +“It’s orful silly of you to stick to that notion! An’ you orto consider +’tain’t fit fer you two girls to be livin’ here alone. There ain’t no +knowin’ what might happen. It would be ’nough sight better if you had +somebody here to look after you. Then ag’in, you wouldn’t be tied down +to home like you be now. You’d hev somebody to leave the little girl +with, an’ could git out an’ enjoy yourself like other young folks. +<!-- png 24 --> +<span class = "pagenum">805c</span> +You’d better think twice afore you say ‘no’ fer good an’ all.”</p> + +<p>Lottie felt Eva’s fingers closing tightly upon her own, the poor +child was imagining herself left to the care of Mrs. Highton! She +pressed the quivering little hand reassuringly and rose to her feet.</p> + +<p>“I don’t need to think any more about it. I have given you my +answer,” she said, firmly.</p> + +<p>At that moment a heavy step was heard crossing the porch, and Mr. +Highton, with a sneering smile upon his face, thrust his head through +the open window.</p> + +<p>“Come, old woman,” he said to his wife, “you go along home an’ see +’bout gittin’ dinner, an’ <i>I’ll</i> settle this matter with little +miss, here.”</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXV.</h4> + +<p>The stars were growing dim, and a faint light was dawning in the +east, when, at last, Jimmy Claxton’s slumbers were disturbed and he +opened his sleepy eyes.</p> + +<p>There was a confusion of sounds filling his ears, a snapping and +snarling and growling that frightened and bewildered him. It was several +moments before he could remember where he was or why he was there, lying +on the ground beneath the open sky.</p> + +<p>But his brain cleared presently, and he sprang to his feet and looked +about him. Where was his friend and companion of the previous day? Where +were the horses he had himself so carefully picketed the evening before? +And what was that snarling, fighting mass just visible in the dawning +light but a few rods distant?</p> + +<p>Jimmy found himself very much awake about this time, for it had +flashed upon him that at least a score of prairie-wolves were there +before him and that the yelping that had awakened him came from their +throats.</p> + +<p>He involuntarily opened his mouth to call out for Mr. Highton, but +the thought came quickly into his mind that a sound from him might draw +the attention of the pack to himself, and this restrained him.</p> + +<p>He wondered where Mr. Highton could be, and what it was that the +wolves were fighting over and feasting upon. A terrible fear took +possession of him. Had the creatures killed Mr. Highton while he lay +sleeping, and were they now devouring him?</p> + +<p>He dared not venture nearer to investigate. +<!-- png 25 --> +<span class = "pagenum">805d</span> +He was afraid to move at all lest the beasts should hear him. But, after +a little hesitation, he resolved to try to get away to the opposite side +of the ravine and there conceal himself until the pack dispersed.</p> + +<p>Jimmy moved cautiously away, but had not gone far when, turning to +look back, he saw half a dozen of the wolves coming toward him at a +gallop.</p> + +<p>He knew that he could not outrun them, and, looking about for any +possible refuge, he saw, not far away, projecting ten or fifteen feet +above the surface of the ravine, the scraggy branches of a tree, which +overhung the depths beneath it.</p> + +<p>With his best speed the boy dashed forward, and, scrambling down the +sides of the gorge until he reached the spot in which the tree was +rooted, he began to climb up its bent and twisted trunk.</p> + +<p>The tree was but a small one, and its upper branches were hardly +strong enough to bear his weight, but he climbed upward until they +swayed and bent, and threatened to snap beneath him; then, grasping the +largest of them, one in each hand, and resting his feet on the best +support he could find for them, Jimmy braced himself and awaited his +pursuers.</p> + +<p>They soon came up, and leaped and howled and snarled about the tree, +but they could not reach their wished-for prey; and, after awhile, they +seemed to realize that they were losing their share—and a slender +one it must have been, or they would never have deserted it—of the +feast being enjoyed by their fellows, and trotted back, to renew their +fight over poor Cottontail’s bones.</p> + +<p>Jimmy breathed freer for a few minutes after their departure, but his +situation was anything but comfortable or agreeable. It was a strain +upon his muscles to maintain his position, and there was constant danger +that the limbs he was supporting himself by would break and tumble him +to the bottom of the ravine. And yet he dared not descend to the ground, +because<ins class = "correction" title = "comma in original">, </ins>the +wolves might attack or pursue him at any moment. The day grew brighter +and the sun appeared, and still Jimmy clung to his swaying, uncertain +support, until it seemed to him that he <i>must</i> descend and give +relief to his aching arms and feet.</p> + +<p>But he knew that a race between himself and the wolves upon the open +prairie would +<!-- png 26 --> +<span class = "pagenum">806a</span> +be a hopeless one for him; for, emboldened as the naturally cowardly +creatures always were by numbers, they would never give up the chase +until they had run him down.</p> + +<p>Thus two long hours passed, and meantime a painful consciousness grew +upon him that his usual morning meal was lacking. He thought, with +longing, of the delicious, mealy, baked potatoes and corn-fritters, with +their respective accompaniments of cream-gravy and fresh butter, that +had probably adorned Lottie’s breakfast-table, and wondered if, when +released from his very unpleasant predicament, he would have strength +enough remaining to enable him to make his way to the ranch, ten miles +further on, according to Mr. Highton, where he could procure something +to fill the “aching void” that was making him more and more +uncomfortable.</p> + +<p>At length, to his great joy, the sounds of fighting and snarling grew +less and less, and although he was unable to see from his station the +place where the pack had congregated, Jimmy felt sure that they had +dispersed, and, wearied and cramped, he ventured to descend to the +ground.</p> + +<p>He stole cautiously out of the ravine to reconnoitre, and found his +surmise correct. There was not a wolf to be seen. They had stolen away +through the tall grass to their abiding-places, and the prairie showed +no sign of any living creature save himself.</p> + +<p>After waiting a short time to make sure that they were really gone, +Jimmy ran forward to discover what it was that they had been feasting +upon. As he neared the spot, he uttered a cry of dismay. The tall grass +had hidden the object until he was within a few yards of it, but now he +saw that it had been his pony. The bones were not yet picked clean, +although more than half of the carcass was eaten, and Jimmy wondered, as +he rushed forward, that the voracious beasts had left a morsel +undevoured. But he did not wonder long; for a low, peculiar sound, +seeming to rise from the earth at his very feet, startled him, and he +saw, stretched upon the ground like a great cat, not six yards away, an +animal the like of which he had never seen before. But he had heard of +the lions which sometimes came down from the mountainous and broken +country farther west, and knew that this creature must be one of +them.</p> + +<p>He understood then what had driven the wolves away, and wished +himself safely back in his tree-top. The lion lashed its tail and partly +rose from its position on the ground, but it subsided again as Jimmy +stood stock-still, with eyes of horror fixed upon it. The probabilities +are that it was satiated with food, and only wished to guard the prey it +had already secured from further molestation. However that may be, it +made no other movement than to lift its head and swish its tail, as if +in warning, and Jimmy backed slowly away as long as he could endure the +strain of moving slowly; and then, when he felt that he <i>must</i> run, +he turned and flew over the ground with the speed of a deer until he was +forced to stop from sheer exhaustion.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXVI.</h4> + +<p>When Jimmy at length stopped running, he found that he had left the +ravine quite out of sight. The country about him was rolling, and as the +wind waved the tall grass before his eyes, it was as if he were looking +upon a great gray-green sea, and the ravine doubtless lay between the +billow-like swells of land that spread out in vast expanse before +him.</p> + +<p>He looked about him and became more and more bewildered. He could not +determine which course he ought to take in order to reach the ranch +described to him by Mr. Highton.</p> + +<p>It never occurred to him that this great cattle ranch, where he was +to get “big wages” and have “lots of fun,” had no existence, save in his +“friend’s” imagination.</p> + +<p>Then again he fell to wondering where Mr. Highton could be. He could +not bring himself to believe that a man—a grown man—had been +so frightened by the lion that he had run away and left him—a +boy—to take his chances, unarmed and alone!</p> + +<p>And yet the last he knew of Mr. Highton, he was lying near him, with +his saddle and bridle beneath his head, apparently sleeping and settled +for the night.</p> + +<p>And now Jimmy recalled the fact that, when he was awakened that +morning and had looked about him, there was no saddle or other +accoutrements to be seen, and the natural conclusion was that Mr. +Highton had ridden deliberately away. It might be that he had gone upon +some exploring expedition of his own and knew nothing of the +lion—that he meant to return.</p> + +<p>But Jimmy found little comfort in these reflections, and he began to +wish most heartily that he was safely back in his own comfortable +home.</p> + +<p>Then his thoughts took a different direction. He wondered what Lottie +and Eva would say, if they knew of the fate which had befallen poor +Cottontail, their pet and +<!-- png 27 --> +<span class = "pagenum">806b</span> +favorite! And what would Lottie think when she discovered that he had +abstracted papers from his father’s desk? She had always guarded the +contents of the desk so jealously, that nothing should be destroyed or +mislaid that had been placed there by her parents for safe keeping.</p> + +<p>His conduct had put on a new appearance to him, all at once, and he +felt miserable and ashamed. Mr. Highton had assured him that he wanted +the documents only for a short time, to compare some figures and +numbers, which would help him the better to locate a claim of his own, +about which there was some difficulty.</p> + +<p>But Jimmy’s confidence in his whilom friend was weakening with a +rapidity that made him very uncomfortable; and the longer he meditated +the more certain he was that he had been fooled and that Mr. Highton had +purposely deserted him.</p> + +<p>He began to realize how much easier it is to take a wrong step than +to retrace it. It seemed to him that he could <i>never</i> return home +and tell the dismal tale of the poor pony’s fate, and of his own guilt +in the matter of taking those papers from his father’s desk.</p> + +<p>What then was to be done? Jimmy did not know, and his unhappy +reflections became so unbearable that he could no longer rest, and he +hurried on again.</p> + +<p>The sun beat down upon him, his thirst increased and he grew faint +with hunger and weariness; but he walked on and on, hoping every moment +to see some sign of human habitation. But he hoped in vain; not so much +as a herder’s hut met his eye. On every side stretched the sea-like +prairie, and no living thing was to be seen.</p> + +<p>And so for weary hours he toiled on, distracted with thirst, sick for +lack of food and growing more bewildered and disheartened with every +step. At length he sank down, utterly exhausted.</p> + +<p>It was then about four o’clock in the afternoon, and he had been +walking beneath a burning sun since early morning, and had had no morsel +of food or drop of water since the evening before.</p> + +<p>He fell into a sort of stupor, and while he thus lay dark clouds +began to gather, and mutterings of thunder rolled along the sky. And +presently the sun was obscured and a kind of weird twilight settled down +upon the prairie.</p> + +<p>For a time the thunder ceased, the air grew thick and close, and the +silence of death seemed to have fallen upon the world.</p> + +<p>Then came a mighty roar, as if the elements were defying each other, +and the rain was dashed upon the earth or swirled through the air with +furious force.</p> + +<p>The dashing of the rain upon his face aroused Jimmy, and he rose up, +fighting against the wind, which threatened to take him off his feet, +and, holding out his hands, he gathered enough of the down-pouring flood +to appease his thirst.</p> + +<p>Then he staggered on, buffeted by the wind and blinded by the driving +rain, turning this way and that to escape the lashings of the deluge +that swept over him, until his strength gave out, and he dropped to the +ground more dead than alive.</p> + +<p>At that instant he felt himself picked up and whirled through the air +as if he had been a feather.</p> + +<p>Then he knew no more until, opening his eyes, he found the sun +shining upon his face and the clear, blue sky above him.</p> + +<p>But the sun was not more than an hour high, and the thought that he +must pass another night alone upon the prairie was discouraging.</p> + +<p>His clothes were wet as they could be, and the cool wind, blowing +upon him, made him tremble and shiver.</p> + +<p>He was bruised and sore and weak, but happily his “ride upon the +storm” had not resulted in serious injury. There were no broken bones to +disable him.</p> + +<p>The water he had drank had refreshed him greatly, but oh, how hunger +gnawed upon him!</p> + +<p>He sat up and looked about him in shivering despair. He found that he +had been lying upon the verge of a fissure in the ground, such as are +often come upon in prairie countries.</p> + +<p>It was but a few feet deep and three or four wide at the top. He +threw himself forward, face downward, and looked listlessly into this +cleft in the earth, thinking that perhaps, if he had strength enough +left to gather an armful or two of grass to lie upon, a bed down there, +sheltered as it would be from the wind, would be more comfortable than +where he then was.</p> + +<p>But as his dull eyes roved over the bottom of the narrow chasm, they +saw something that put new life and hope into his despairing heart.</p> + +<p>A few yards from where he lay, evidently blown there by the storm +that had just passed, were three or four prairie-chickens, huddled +together, with drenched plumage, their lives drowned out of them.</p> + +<p>The trench had been filled with water by the tremendous fall of rain, +which had now soaked away through the fissures in its bottom, and the +chickens had lodged against +<!-- png 28 --> +<span class = "pagenum">806c</span> +some unevenness of surface, as the water subsided.</p> + +<p>Jimmy descended into the gap and quickly secured one of the birds; +then he looked about for some means of cooking it. He was ravenously +hungry, but could he eat raw meat?</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXVII.</h4> + +<p>Lottie was startled out of her self-possession by Mr. Highton’s +speech to his wife. She turned quickly, and stretching out an imploring +hand toward her, begged her not to go.</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Highton, with a coarse laugh, exclaimed, “Oh, you needn’t be +afraid. He ain’t a-goin’ to hurt you!” and walked out of the room.</p> + +<p>There were a few whispered words between man and wife before the +woman left the house, and while these were being said, Lottie’s courage +was coming back, and when Mr. Highton came in he found her seated +composedly upon the lounge, with Eva nestled close to her side.</p> + +<p>He threw himself into the arm-chair which his wife had vacated, and +sat for some minutes eying Lottie from under his shaggy eye-brows, +without speaking. Then he shifted in his seat, crossed one leg over the +other and said, in an insinuating tone.</p> + +<p>“You seem to hev a very poor opinion of me, miss.”</p> + +<p>Lottie made no reply to this, and he continued, more roughly:</p> + +<p>“You think I had a hand in your brother’s runnin’ off. How did you +come by sech an idea as that?”</p> + +<p>“I have already told you that I know <i>some one</i> persuaded him to +go. No one but you could have had any object in doing that,” replied +Lottie, steadily.</p> + +<p>“Wal, I declare! What did <i>I</i> want the boy to run off fer?” +asked Mr. Highton, in pretended surprise, while an angry flush rose to +his cheek.</p> + +<p>“I can’t answer that question.”</p> + +<p>“Wal, it’s best not to throw out insinerations that you can’t prove. +An’ it will be all the better fer you, if you make up your mind to be +friendly with me. Because, if you ain’t, you’ll find yourself in a +middlin’ bad box before very long. My wife an’ me, we wants to be +friendly, an’ is willin’ to do the best we kin fer you; that’s what we +come over this morning to talk about.”</p> + +<p>“I am getting along very well—I don’t need any kind of help +from any one, at present,” said Lottie coldly.</p> + +<p>“You’re mighty inderpendent fer a bit of a girl; but when you come to +find out jest how you air fixed, you may change your tune,” and Mart +Highton grinned maliciously.</p> + +<p>Lottie made no answer, and he continued:</p> + +<p>“We come to you, my wife an’ I did, to let you know that this place +<i>belongs to us</i>; but, not wishin’ to be too hard on you, we offered +you the privilege of stayin’ on here with us till you could make some +other ’rangements. I told my wife to be easy on you, an’ not break +the news too suddint, but she didn’t seem to work it jest right. So the +next best plan is to come out plain an’ let you know exactly how you’re +situated.”</p> + +<p>“I’d like to know, if there’s anything I don’t understand,” said +Lottie, so quietly that Mr. Highton looked rather astonished at the way +she was taking the matter.</p> + +<p>“Wal, then, this is the way the business stands. When your father +settled down here, an’ entered his quarter-section, he jest made a +mistake an’ put his improvements on the wrong quarter. Nobody didn’t +happen to discover the mistake, fer folks wasn’t comin’ in here to no +great extent; but, now a railroad is bein’ talked of, people is lookin’ +after things middlin’ sharp. I found out how it was ’tother day, +when I was over to the land office, an’ I jest clipped in an’ filed +on it quicker’n a wink. So now I’m goin’ to come right along an’ take +possession. You kin stay, as I said afore, ’till you kin make other +’rangements—<i>purvided</i> you’re a mind to make yourself +agreeable! ’Taint everybody as would be so easy on you, you must +remember!”</p> + +<p>“No, <i>it is not</i> every one who would try to rob helpless +children,” answered Lottie, scornfully. “I do not believe a single +word of your story. You have prepared a scheme to rob us of our +home—to drive us away from the only shelter we have; but you will +not succeed in your wicked plans. I intend to keep possession here, +until father comes back, and will defend his home against claim jumpers +as long as there is life in my body.”</p> + +<p>Lottie had risen as she made this declaration, and stood cool and +resolute before the man whom she knew had determined to drive her out of +her father’s house. Her cheeks glowed, her eyes gleamed, her form seemed +taller by an inch, and she looked quite unlike the bright-faced, merry +girl that she usually was.</p> + +<p>Eva clung to her hand and looked up at her in wonder. What had this +hateful visitor said that had made Lottie so angry? She was not able to +understand the meaning of his words, but Eva knew he had offended her +dear sister, and she bent her brows and sent indignant glances in his +direction.</p> + +<!-- png 29 --> +<span class = "pagenum">806d</span> +<p>But Mart Highton paid little heed to the child; he was wondering how +this young girl, whom he had expected so easily to impose upon, had +penetrated his scheme, and how long she would hold out against him.</p> + +<p>He knew nothing of the solitary night watch when those words of his +which had put her on her guard had reached her ears.</p> + +<p>That a young girl like this should “show fight,” as he phrased it to +himself, was a complete surprise, and for a moment he stared at her +silently. Then he burst into a loud laugh, and, when he had laughed long +enough, he said, jocosely:</p> + +<p>“An’ so you’re a-goin’ to hold on to my quarter-section, be you? +You’re a mighty peart sort of a girl! I declar’ I admire your +spunk! But if I was you, I wouldn’t look <i>too</i> strong fer that +father o’ yourn. You’ll never set eyes on <i>him</i> till Gabriel blows +his horn: an’ that’ll be a middlin’ long spell to hold out agin me an’ +the land office.”</p> + +<p>And Mart Highton laughed again at his own wit.</p> + +<p>Lottie was too indignant at his brutality to make any answer. She +felt her limbs trembling beneath her, and sat down again quickly that it +might not be noticed, for she really feared the man.</p> + +<p>But the gentleman in the arm-chair made no offensive movement, as she +had thought he might do; for in her eyes he was a wretch capable of any +crime, and, knowing that she and Eva were utterly alone and friendless +in this isolated spot, might he not have it in his heart to kill them +and so get them out of his way?</p> + +<p>She knew instinctively that he was a man who would hesitate at +nothing that would serve to gain his ends. If he could not get +possession of the property he coveted in any other way, what was there +to hinder him if he chose to take their lives? There was not a friend, +not even an acquaintance, within miles of them who would be interested +to inquire into their fate. And then a dreadful fear flashed upon her. +Perhaps he <i>had</i> murdered Jimmy—had lured him away from home +with fair promises, and had then killed him.</p> + +<p>Her face blanched at the thought as she turned and looked searchingly +at the hateful countenance confronting her, and, almost without knowing +that she spoke, Lottie uttered the words, very nearly like those with +which she had first greeted him:</p> + +<p>“What have you done with my brother Jimmy?”</p> + +<p>Mart Highton sprang to his feet, pale with anger, and, with one great +stride, came to where Lottie was sitting.</p> + +<p class = "center"> +[TO BE CONTINUED.]</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<p class = "center"> +<a name = "ephraim" id = "ephraim"> +[<i>This Story began in No. 45.</i>]</a></p> + +<h1 class = "smallcaps">Ephraim Clark’s<br> +First and Only Voyage.</h1> + +<h5 class = "extended">BY E. SHIPPEN, M.D.</h5> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XVII.<br> +<span class = "subhead">EPH SEES GREAT PEOPLE.</span></h4> + +<p>At midday the big “dug-out,” called La Belle Acadienne, paddled up to +the landing, under the charge of an old creole, who was to take Eph +Clark to New Orleans and then to lodgings at a French house, when Eph +was to seek an interview with the governor and carry out the +instructions he had received.</p> + +<p>The Belle Acadienne had an awning over her after part, where the +passengers would be protected from the night-damp; and there were lots +of things to eat, with a cooking place forward, presided over by a +grizzled old negro, who produced some very nice dishes from his few pots +and pans.</p> + +<p>The “padron,” or head of the boat, and six paddlers, made up, with +Eph and Eric and the old Creole, ten in all.</p> + +<p>As soon as the passengers were on board, the canoe went away, almost +north, up the bay.</p> + +<p>By nightfall they had entered a deep but narrow bayou, and then there +was a fresh surprise for Eph and Eric.</p> + +<p>In the bow of the canoe, hanging well over the water, was an iron +crane, which supported a grating, on which was kept burning, after dark, +chunks of fat pine, which lit up everything around with a rich, yellow +light.</p> + +<p>As they got farther into the bayou, the banks seemed to disappear, +and they were, as it appeared to Eph—who had never been in such a +country—navigating between rows of huge trees, gray with moss, +which hung from the branches in long festoons, like giant cobwebs.</p> + +<p>The fire-light, glowing on the surroundings, showed the most +surprising things to the boys, although the crew seemed to think nothing +of them. Out of the darkness, among the trees and bushes, would peer two +bright marks, which the men said was a deer.</p> + +<!-- png 30 --> +<span class = "pagenum">807a</span> +<p>Then would come a great plash in the still water of the bayou, and +the pine knots showed a huge alligator, sulkily sinking, and apparently +uncertain whether to make fight or not, at this invasion of his +territory.</p> + +<p>Great gar-fish shot away from the canoe as she went on, and big owls +hooted at being disturbed, sometimes flapping almost into the burning +knots. Herons, and other large birds flopped up from points where they +had been fishing, and sailed away up the bayou with great croaks and +hoarse calls, which were answered from the darkness of the dense bush +and high trees by paroquets and many other birds and animals, disturbed +in their slumbers by the unusual invasion.</p> + +<p>The canoe paddled steadily on, until some time late in the night they +reached a curious formation in the middle of the swampy forest.</p> + +<p>It was an island, not more than an acre in extent, and quite high, +where the padron said they were accustomed to stop to cook and sleep, +for the men had had a long pull.</p> + +<p>As soon as they had eaten the hot supper, which the cook served +shortly after landing, the boys lay down in the canoe on soft mats and +slept until the daylight began to show through the tops of the +trees.</p> + +<p>The old padron soon had the cook up, and he made a pot of coffee such +as the boys, in their experience of ship’s cooking, had never tasted, +and off they went again, threading the tortuous channels, which would be +entirely impassable to any one not accustomed to them.</p> + +<p>Once or twice they came into a great lake, full of cypress stumps and +knees, and of alligators also, and several times, on the edges of the +cane-brakes which they sometimes passed, were bears and deer and +quantities of smaller animals, as well as birds.</p> + +<p>Eph was so interested at all this that he almost forgot his new +position as a messenger carrying important letters, and it was only, at +last, when they pulled into a small canal, that he began to think +about it.</p> + +<p>This canal led up to a place where the water communication seemed to +stop. The padron left them for a few moments, and then returned with a +dozen negroes, who came from some huts in a grove of trees, and they +quickly ran her up an incline, and were ready to launch her down +again.</p> + +<p>Then Eph and Eric were really astonished. They were on a great +embankment, or levee, which seemed to hold in the water of a mighty +river, running with resistless force.</p> + +<p>The Mississippi, the padron told them; and then pointed to the other +side, below, where there appeared the buildings of a large town, with +towers and the masts of vessels.</p> + +<p>It seemed strange to Eph to emerge from a wilderness and to see such +evidences of civilization, but, young as he was, he had already passed +through many strange scenes, and braced himself up for the business with +which he was charged.</p> + +<p>The men launched the canoe down into the brimming river on the other +side of the levee—they were kept there for that purpose by +Lafitte, Eph found out—and then they paddled away for the +city.</p> + +<p>It was a very different business from the navigation in the slack +waters of the bayous. The current of muddy water ran with great +swiftness, and great swirls, as of a whirlpool, sometimes almost turned +the canoe round.</p> + +<p>But she had Lafitte’s best crew, and they shot her across the wide, +yellow expanse of water in a way which surprised Eph, as much as he had +seen of boats and canoes.</p> + +<p>As it was, they only brought up at the lower part of the town, where +they landed.</p> + +<p>There were some people there who seemed to know the canoe very well, +and one long-bearded old Frenchman led Eph and Eric up to his house, +where he gave them some dinner, and then told them they had better go to +bed and rest.</p> + +<p>He was Lafitte’s principal agent, and when he had read the letter his +chief had sent him he at once began to prepare for an interview with the +governor.</p> + +<p>Everybody in New Orleans knew that an invasion by the British forces +was now near at hand.</p> + +<p>Governor Claiborne called his council together on the very day after +Eph Clark got there.</p> + +<p>Governor Claiborne was the first American governor of Louisiana, and +he had a pretty hard time to reconcile American notions and laws with +the long-settled customs of the district.</p> + +<p>But he had a powerful advocate in Judge Edward Livingston, who spoke +the language perfectly, and was a thorough lawyer.</p> + +<p>Then there was General Villere, of the Louisiana militia, a brave and +honest man.</p> + +<p>When the governor heard that there was a messenger from Lafitte, he +was at first much put out; but he called his council together, and +summoned Eph Clark to appear.</p> + +<p>Eph was under a sort of arrest—as two men followed him +about—but he kept up a good face, and at ten o’clock appeared +before the governor and his council with the letter Lafitte had charged +him to deliver.</p> + +<p>With it he delivered the letter of the English Captain Lockyer, with +its proposals. +<!-- png 31 --> +<span class = "pagenum">807b</span> +They were opened and read aloud by a clerk, while Eph stood at the foot +of the table, gazed at by all the council. Then a member of the council +spoke and said:</p> + +<p>“I do not believe in making terms with pirates. This story about the +English captain is no doubt merely a scheme to get his brother, who is a +prisoner here, released. He is here on a charge of smuggling, as you all +know.”</p> + +<p>Eph Clark’s temper rose at hearing this speech, and, losing all +shyness, he replied:</p> + +<p>“If it pleases your excellency and the rest of the gentlemen, +I may say that I know there are some bad men at Barataria, who are +there from choice; but <i>I</i> was taken there against my will. +I could not help myself. I am no particular champion of +Lafitte, but he means right in this matter, I know, and I myself +went with him to meet the Englishmen and bring them in. Captain +Lockyer’s letter is genuine, and they mean all they say. Gambio and +Johannot are bad men, but I believe Lafitte is not, and, if the enemy +come here, will be willing to do all he can for our side.”</p> + +<p>When Eph had got this far, and all the gentlemen had turned to +listen, he stopped and stammered and blushed, astonished at his own +temerity.</p> + +<p>A thin, grave gentleman, whom he afterward knew to be Governor +Claiborne, answered at once:</p> + +<p>“Well spoken, lad! very well spoken!”</p> + +<p>And then two other gentlemen, whom he afterward knew to be Judge +Edward Livingston and General Villere, of the Louisiana militia, +chimed in.</p> + +<p>Judge Livingston said that he believed that Lafitte was well +disposed, and that, as for his irregular trade, that was what was going +on under the old state of things, and must be put a stop to +gradually.</p> + +<p>While he was speaking, a messenger hastily entered and gave the +governor a written dispatch which announced the arrival of the enemy’s +fleet, with troop ships, at the passes of the Mississippi.</p> + +<p>In a few moments the feeling of the gentlemen who had opposed having +anything to do with Lafitte, suffered a change, and it was agreed that +Eph should hurry back by the way he came and bear a message accepting +Lafitte’s offers of assistance in the defense of the city, as well as +thanks for having declined the British advances.</p> + +<p>When the letter was delivered to Eph, the governor and Judge +Livingston and General Villere asked him about himself, and when Eph +modestly and shortly told them his story, they were more astonished than +ever.</p> + +<p>“All right, lad!” said the governor. “Do you come back with any force +which may be sent, and, after this trouble is over, these gentlemen and +myself will promise to look out for you. Tell Lafitte that we know +General Jackson is close at hand, with a force of Tennessee and Kentucky +riflemen; but we need artillery for our works and men used to serving +large guns. Let him send us those, and we shall be glad. Go now, and +when you come back, let me see you.”</p> + +<p>Eph was off at once to the agent’s, where he found Eric and the +canoe’s crew, and was across the river and winding through the bayous +before the sun went down. So full was he of his important message that +he hardly allowed a halt of a few hours to cook and rest, and arrived at +Barataria on the second morning after leaving New Orleans.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XVIII.<br> +<span class = "subhead">CONCLUSION.</span></h4> + +<p>When the Belle Acadienne was announced as coming down the bay, +Lafitte himself went to the landing, so anxious was he to hear the news +of which Eph Clark was the bearer.</p> + +<p>As they walked back together to the chief’s house, Eph told him all +that had occurred in the council. And Lafitte told him that Johannot had +reported the arrival of the British fleet, for he had been sent out to +reconnoiter, and that he had also sent a message to the English captain +which would prevent him from being certain whether they would be guided +through the bayous or not.</p> + +<p>While Eph got some needed refreshment, orders were sent to assemble +all the guns’ crews of the pirate vessels in the fort.</p> + +<p>There were about two hundred selected, the best and most capable +gunners, and they were at once put under vigorous drill—Eph being +made a lieutenant of the battery.</p> + +<p>In the meantime canoes and boats were prepared to take the cannon and +their carriages, with ammunition and stores and utensils of all kinds, +through the secret route, and up to the plain of the east side of the +river, where great works had been thrown up to resist the invaders, +which works stretched between the river and the swamp on the left.</p> + +<p>When the artillery and men arrived they were immediately sent to this +work, where they found the battery of an American gun-boat, the +Carolina, also stationed. There was another gun-boat, the Louisiana, +afloat on the river, with a powerful battery of guns, which did good +service in the approaching fight.</p> + +<!-- png 32 --> +<span class = "pagenum">807c</span> +<p>The long row of earth-works which the Americans occupied had not been +quite finished, so the top of a great deal of the line was made of +cotton bales, which protected the riflemen from the enemy’s bullets to a +great extent, but were easily disarranged and set on fire by artillery. +Some people thought that they would have been better without the cotton +bales, but they were then, and they were always afterwards, associated +with the battle.</p> + +<p>When the firing actually began it was discovered that the British had +found a quantity of sugar hogsheads in the plantations, and had used +them in building their batteries, but they were not as good as the +cotton bales at resisting fire, as it turned out.</p> + +<p>Eph Clark had Eric as a sergeant in the battery of which he was +lieutenant, on the night of the 7th of January, 1814, by which time all +was ready.</p> + +<p>They lay in a rough hut, back of the battery, and the men were +talking and smoking, all around them, as they speculated on the chances +of next day’s battle, for everybody knew it would occur then, probably +at daylight.</p> + +<p>At last they dropped off into an uneasy doze, and were roused from +that by the order passed to turn out and man the battery.</p> + +<p>They were hardly at their guns when General Jackson came along with a +large staff, carefully inspecting the preparations by the light of the +camp fires in the rear of the intrenchments.</p> + +<p>General Villere, of the New Orleans militia, who had seen Eph Clark +before, and who was accompanying General Jackson, said:</p> + +<p>“Here are Lafitte’s men, general. And here is the youth I spoke to +you about, an American boy.”</p> + +<p>General Jackson had too many weighty matters on his mind that morning +to do more than glance at Eph, in answer to the officer’s remark. But he +did say:</p> + +<p>“All right! Glad to see such pluck and determination.”</p> + +<p>Then he passed on to the left of the lines—and all stood +firm—peering into a dense mist, which had arisen as the day was +near and obscured the field in front.</p> + +<p>It was known that the flower of the British army was in front, and +eager eyes and ears kept open to detect the first movement. The invaders +had boasted that they would walk straight over the half-drilled riflemen +from Kentucky and Tennessee and the militia of Louisiana. They had not +quite heard of the artillery of Commodore Patterson and of Lafitte’s +batteries, and were not prepared for them, while they had little idea of +what the riflemen could do, although they wore no such gorgeous +uniform.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, before the sun had risen and while the haze still hung upon +the ground like a curtain, a gun was heard from the left of the +batteries—the one in which Eph Clark had charge of the guns.</p> + +<p>His sharp sailor-eyes and ears had detected the advance of the enemy +before any others, and, according to orders given beforehand, he fired a +round of grape-shot slap into the advancing foe.</p> + +<p>Just then the mist lifted a little, and, by the early light, could be +seen the serried lines of the British force, advancing to the attack in +magnificent order.</p> + +<p>There were two columns of troops, one on the right and one on the +left. At the head of each column was a regiment, bearing fascines for +filling up the ditch and scaling-ladders for reaching the crest of the +defense. Between the two columns were marching a thousand Highlanders, +in their picturesque garb, ready to support either column on their +flanks, as might be needed.</p> + +<p>At once the riflemen, with their unerring aim, began a rolling fire, +while the artillery, served with great steadiness and coolness, joined +in the battle.</p> + +<p>There was great slaughter and confusion among the attacking troops, +but, like veterans as they were, they rallied and came on again.</p> + +<p>At first, Eph Clark was shocked by the effect of the fire; but he +soon became excited, and, going from gun to gun of his battery, saw that +each was well loaded and well pointed.</p> + +<p>Up to the very ditch surged the brave men in front of them, and one +officer, a lieutenant, came over the breastwork uninjured. Seeing Eph +and a captain of infantry standing by their guns, close to him, he +called out:</p> + +<p>“Surrender! surrender! The place is ours!”</p> + +<p>Rather surprised at this speech from a single man, Eph replied:</p> + +<p>“Look behind you, sir!”</p> + +<p>The young English officer, whose name was Lavack, did as he was told, +and saw his troops either dead or wounded or in full retreat, and +already some distance away.</p> + +<p>“I’ll have to trouble you for your sword, sir!” said Eph, after +showing him this sight.</p> + +<p>“And to whom do I surrender?” said the young officer, gazing at Eph’s +rig of silk shirt and sash and loose white trowsers.</p> + +<p>“To Lieutenant Clark, of Lafitte’s Battery.” And the young officer +was led away, to be well treated.</p> + +<!-- png 33 --> +<span class = "pagenum">807d</span> +<p>In the meantime, while the surviving British troops were retreating +from the front, Eph Clark and those about him heard the “advance” blown +from a bugle in front of them, and, seeing no one standing so near as +the notes seemed to come from, at last discovered, perched up in a small +tree—which must have been exposed to all the storm of balls and +bullets, for many of its branches were cut away—a small music-boy +of one of the British regiments, who had sat up there, sounding the +“advance,” all the time the fight was going on, and continued to do so +when his regiment was half a mile away.</p> + +<p>Amused at the curious courage and persistency of the little fellow, +Eph and a lieutenant of Kentucky riflemen dropped down into the ditch, +and went out and captured the courageous lad, who was not more than +fourteen.</p> + +<p>When they brought him in, the stolid little Englishman, who was +entirely unhurt, was much astonished at the praises he received from +those he considered deadly enemies.</p> + +<p>The English did not renew their attack, but at once began +preparations for retreat to their ships. And there was good reason, for +the actual fighting had only lasted twenty-five minutes, and they had +twenty-six hundred men killed, wounded or prisoners, while the American +loss was just seventeen.</p> + +<p>General Packenham, the English commander, General Gibbs, Colonel +Keene and Colonel Dale, among the leaders, all lost their lives in that +fatal assault.</p> + +<p>And the worst of it all was that the battle was fought after a treaty +of peace had been made between England and the United States. But there +was no means of knowing that, as there would be in these days of steam +and electricity.</p> + +<p>That night Eph had the guard in his battery, for vigilance was not +relaxed, as the enemy, though beaten, had not yet retired entirely, and +he was pacing up and down the parapet, and wishing he could go to sleep, +after all the long excitement and labor, when he heard a challenge of a +sentinel at the rear, and soon a written order was brought by an +orderly, directing him to report at headquarters on the following day at +ten o’clock.</p> + +<p>This official notice made him uneasy, but he did not know anything +wrong which he had done, and he knew he had served his guns well. So, +when the time came for him to be relieved, he quietly lay down and slept +the sleep of a tired boy, until roused for the rough camp breakfast.</p> + +<p>At the appointed time he went to the headquarters in a +plantation-house in the rear of the lines, and reported himself.</p> + +<p>An aid-de-camp came out and said:</p> + +<p>“General Jackson wants to see you.”</p> + +<p>Without a word, but with much inward perturbation, Eph followed the +officer into the room, where a large, rawboned man, with hair standing +straight up from his scalp, and clad in general’s uniform and high +boots, was sitting at a table filled with papers.</p> + +<p>Several officers were standing about the room, and Eph recognized +General Villere and one or two others he had seen before.</p> + +<p>The general looked up sharply from his writing—he had a +piercing gray-blue eye—and said:</p> + +<p>“My lad, you have been much commended for your conduct. You are an +American?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir. I did not go to Lafitte’s place of my own accord; but when +I saw that I could do some good for my country, I worked as hard as +I could.”</p> + +<p>The general waved his hand and nodded approvingly.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he continued; “I have heard how you acted from Governor +Claiborne and Judge Livingston and General Villere. You are a sailor, +I believe?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir. I have been a sailor for four years.”</p> + +<p>“Do you like the life?”</p> + +<p>“I have not had such success that I should like it. I think I +would rather be a soldier.”</p> + +<p>“Well said, lad,” and the grim general chuckled. “You <i>shall</i> be +a soldier. They will listen to me after this work, and I promise you a +lieutenantcy in one of the regular regiments. In the meantime I take you +on my staff as a volunteer, and you may go to any tailor in New Orleans +and be fitted out.”</p> + +<p>“There is one thing I would like to say, general.”</p> + +<p>“What is it? Speak quickly, for I have much to do.”</p> + +<p>“There is a Danish youth, older than I am, who served in the battery, +and was taken out of the brig with me. I should like to see what +becomes of him.”</p> + +<p>“Very good! I will give an order for his enlistment, and meantime he +can remain with you.”</p> + +<p>Two months after this Ephraim Clark received his commission as second +lieutenant in the Second Regiment of United States Infantry, and Eric +<ins class = "correction" title = "spelling unchanged">Ericcsson</ins> +was transferred as a private to the same regiment, the headquarters of +which were at the frontier town of St. Louis, in the Territory of +Missouri.</p> + +<p class = "center">[THE END.]</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 34 --> +<span class = "pagenum">808a</span> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<a name = "circulation" id = "circulation"> +<img src = "images/pic10.png" width = "309" height = "65" +alt = "Golden Days" title = "Golden Days"></a> +</p> + +<h6>ISSUED WEEKLY.</h6> + +<p class = "lines"> </p> + +<h4 class = "boldf extended">Our Subscription Price.</h4> + +<p>Subscriptions to “<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>,” +$3.00 per annum, $1.50 per six months, $1.00 per four months, all +payable in advance.</p> + +<p>Single numbers, six cents each. 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It has been a festival month, and hardly a town +or hamlet in this country but has celebrated, in some way, the landing +of Columbus. New York devoted almost an entire week to land and water +pageants, and Chicago, in formally dedicating the Columbian Exposition, +had three days of impressive ceremonies.</p> + +<p>Two remarkable features are to be noted in connection with the +October celebrations. One is, that the United States, by common consent, +have monopolized the honors in connection with the discovery of this +Western Continent.</p> + +<p>Of course, Columbus did not discover the United States any more than +Canada. Every one knows now that he never put foot on North America at +all, his nearest approach being the West India Islands, and that he did +discover South America.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless it has always been recognized that here, if anywhere, +rested his claims as a discoverer, and here, therefore, it was fitting +that the quadricentennial should be celebrated.</p> + +<p>The second feature was the zeal with which the school children +entered into the celebration. Schools, we may be assured, were little +known in the days of Columbus, when monarchs thought it no shame to be +unable to write their own names. Nor had Columbus any special desire to +educate or civilize the people whom he found in the new lands he annexed +to the Spanish crown.</p> + +<p>Yet it may be said, without exaggeration, that of all the benefits +accruing to civilization that grew out of the discovery of America, not +one bears any comparison with the public school system of the United +States. Our forefathers were men who imbibed the love of liberty with +every breath, and they early realized that liberty without intelligence +was not possible, and that learning was a deadly foe to tyranny of any +kind—not the learning which is confined to the few, but the +learning which is free to all, without cost.</p> + +<p>There are nations, even at the present day, which designedly keep the +people in ignorance, for fear that they will know their rights and +demand justice. America has no such fear. Every avenue of knowledge has +been opened to the child of the humblest, and in the public schools all +meet on a plane of equality.</p> + +<p>So it was eminently fitting that the school children should celebrate +the discovery of this new world where they are rightly considered the +keystone of our national greatness. And they have celebrated it in a way +such as the world has never seen.</p> + +<p>In the great civic parade in New York city on October 10, twenty-five +thousand school children marched to the music of a hundred bands, before +the grand-stands, on which sat the dignitaries of the nation, and to the +admiring plaudits of half a million spectators who crowded the +sidewalks, balconies and windows along the route.</p> + +<p>Shoulder to shoulder, the pampered darling of Murray Hill and the +“kid” of the Bowery marched in accord, with flashing eyes and conscious +pride in being what they are, and at their head marched the mayor of the +Empire City.</p> + +<p>It was a sight long to be remembered, and one calculated to make the +dullest thrill with love of country.</p> + +<p>Later in the month, on the twenty-first, the schools all over the +land, from the primary to the high schools, joined in celebrating, each +<!-- png 35 --> +<span class = "pagenum">808b</span> +in its respective schoolhouse. Speeches were made, odes sung and flags +raised.</p> + +<p>Such a series of celebrations cannot fail to leave a deep impress on +the youthful mind, and one that will tend to instruct and elevate.</p> + +<p>In future years, when men and women, they will recall with +justifiable pride that they were part of the quadricentennial +festivities, and that the part they bore was second to none.</p> + +<p>It will be a legacy to be cherished, and it is certain that in no +portion of their lives will there be a brighter spot than when, as +school children, they emphasized the power and dignity of the +Republic.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h4><a name = "condensed_food" id = "condensed_food"> +CONDENSED FOOD.</a></h4> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5>BY W. S. BATES.</h5> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>In journeying through foreign lands, especially in the East, the +English or American traveler is constantly amazed to observe upon what +meagre diet the natives exist. Accustomed to meat at every meal, he sees +thousands of people who eat meat perhaps not once a year; used to an +abundance of vegetables and fruits of infinite variety, he encounters +people who live on two or three vegetables and as many fruits.</p> + +<p>In the mines of Hungary the workers dine on two slices of black bread +and an apple; the Italians are content with a little oil and a handful +of <ins class = "correction" title = "spelling unchanged">maccaroni</ins>; the Chinese exist almost entirely on rice, +and the Arabs will live for weeks on dried dates. The surprise is not so +much that these people exist, but that they are healthy and strong. +Travelers again and again have noted that the Turkish porters in +Constantinople will carry a burden that two strong Americans can hardly +lift, and that coolies can tire a horse in running with the jinrikisha +in China or Japan.</p> + +<p>Doubtless most of this abstemiousness is due to poverty, since all +nationalities soon fall into our ways of eating when they come to these +shores, but their sparingness is none the less a proof that much of what +we eat is an unnecessary burden to our stomachs. The primary purpose of +eating is to sustain life, not to please the palate. We need material to +replenish the waste of tissue, material to make blood and bone and +flesh, and that is all.</p> + +<p>Out of a pound of meat, not more than one tenth is of any value, and +the same proportion holds good with many other articles of food. Now, it +is evident that if some method existed by which the nutritious elements +could be extracted and concentrated, the process of eating would be +greatly simplified, and much to our advantage.</p> + +<p>The first effort in this line was made thirty years ago in the shape +of condensed milk, and the inventor was heartily laughed at. He lived, +however, long enough to laugh at other people, and died worth seven +millions of dollars. Now the condensing of milk has grown to be a very +large industry.</p> + +<p>The processes employed are very simple, the fresh milk being put into +a great copper tank with a steam jacket. While it is being heated sugar +is added, and the mixture is then drawn off into a vacuum tank, where +evaporation is produced by heat.</p> + +<p>The vacuum tank will hold, perhaps, nine thousand quarts. It has a +glass window at the top, through which the operator in charge looks from +time to time. He can tell by the appearance of the milk when the time +has arrived to shut off the steam, and this must be done at just the +right moment, else the batch will be spoiled.</p> + +<p>Next the condensed milk is drawn into forty-quart cans, which are set +in very cold spring water, where they are made to revolve rapidly by a +mechanical contrivance in order that their contents may cool evenly.</p> + +<p>When the water does not happen to be cold enough, ice is put in to +bring it down to the proper temperature. Finally the tin cans of market +size are filled with the milk by a machine, which pours into each one +exactly sixteen ounces automatically, one girl shoving the cans beneath +the spout, while another removes them as fast as they are filled.</p> + +<p>People in cities nowadays use condensed milk largely in preference to +the uncondensed, regarding it as more desirable because of the careful +supervision maintained by the companies over the dairies from which they +get their supplies.</p> + +<p>For their consumption the product is delivered unsweetened, but even +in this condition it will last fresh two or three times as long as the +ordinary milk by reason of the boiling to which it has been subjected. +Milk fresh from the cow contains eighty-eight per cent. +<!-- png 36 --> +<span class = "pagenum">808c</span> +of water, condensed milk twenty-eight per cent.</p> + +<p>After condensed milks come condensed jellies. They are made in the +shape of little bricks, each weighing eight ounces, and with an inside +wrapper of oiled paper. According to the directions, the brick is to be +put in one pint of boiling water, and stirred until it is dissolved.</p> + +<p>The mixture is then poured into a mold or other vessel and put into a +cool place. In a few hours the jelly is “set” and ready to use, a pint +and a half of it. It never fails to “jell,” which point is the cause of +so much anxiety to amateur jelly-makers.</p> + +<p>We have often heard that “one egg contains as much nourishment as one +pound of meat,” which shows that nature has condensed the food +essentials in this instance. But man has condensed them still more, +mainly, however, because eggs have a bad habit of getting stale.</p> + +<p>Great quantities of eggs are bought up in summer when the price of +them goes down to almost nothing. They are broken into pans, the whites +and yolks separated and evaporated to perfect dryness. Finally, they are +scraped from the pans and granulated by grinding, when they are ready +for shipment in bulk.</p> + +<p>Bakers, confectioners and hotels use eggs in this form, which is an +important saving at seasons when they are dear in the shell.</p> + +<p>Extract of beef, although a liquid, is condensed beef; the vanilla +bean is now concentrated into an essence and cocoanuts are condensed by +<ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘dessication’">desiccation</ins>; cider and lime juice are also +condensed, so that a spoonful mixed with water makes a pint of the +original liquid.</p> + +<p>Finally, some genius has condensed coffee into lozenges weighing only +fifteen grains, one of which makes a generous cup of coffee. It is +merely necessary to put the lozenge or tablet in the cup, pour boiling +water on it and the coffee is made.</p> + +<p>What a boon for the housewife as well as the camper-out, the more so +since one hundred lozenges, weighing a little more than four ounces, +will make one hundred cups.</p> + +<p>The processes by which coffee is thus concentrated are very +interesting. To begin with, the beans are roasted in an enormous oven +and ground in a huge mill. Then they are put into a great iron vessel, +which is nothing more nor less than a gigantic coffee-pot, holding two +hundred and forty pounds at a time. Hundreds of gallons of filtered +water are pumped into the coffee-pot, which acts on the drip principle, +and the infusion is drawn off to an evaporating tank. A steam pump +keeps the air exhausted from this tank, so that the coffee is in vacuo, +being heated meanwhile to a high temperature by steam pipes. The water +it contains rapidly passes off, and the coffee is of about the +consistency of molasses when it is taken out. It is poured into trays of +enameled ware, and these trays are placed on shelves in another +evaporator.</p> + +<p>When the trays are removed, a short time later, the coffee is a dry +solid, which is scraped off the trays, ground to powder, and moulded +into lozenges.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h4><a name = "unfortunate" id = "unfortunate"> +AN UNFORTUNATE EXPERIMENT.</a></h4> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>Some weeks ago we chronicled in <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> the particulars of a competition race in Europe, which was +unique in its rules and intended to be scientific in its character. The +Emperors of Austria and Germany arranged for a contest between the +officers of their respective armies in the way of a long-distance ride +between Berlin and Vienna, Austrian officers to ride from Vienna to +Berlin, and German officers from Berlin to Vienna.</p> + +<p>This entire distance of four hundred miles was to be covered in the +shortest possible time, each rider using but one horse and choosing any +route which suited his fancy.</p> + +<p>Prizes were offered for the first man who covered the distance, and +another prize was to be given to the contestant who brought his horse to +the finish in the best condition.</p> + +<p>It was a purely military race, and the outcome was expected to prove +a great many things of value to Austria and Germany as to the endurance +of man and horse, and naturally excited great interest, not only in +Europe, but also in this country.</p> + +<p>The result, however, has been far from gratifying. The start was made +on time, and an Austrian officer was the first to cover the distance, in +three days, one hour and forty-five minutes. A notable victory, no +doubt, but at what a cost!</p> + +<p>Hardly had the applause died away, when the noble horse which had +accomplished the feat, died in his tracks; and this was only the +beginning. Since then fifteen or twenty horses have died, and every one +of the remainder are dying or rendered forever useless.</p> + +<p>Stories of pitiless cruelty on the part of the riders have been +reported—of whippings, spurrings, and even absolute torture, to +urge on the poor animals.</p> + +<p>Under the circumstances, it is not to be +<!-- png 37 --> +<span class = "pagenum">808d</span> +wondered that the press and people are now unanimous in condemning the +race as brutal and barbarous, and claiming that no good purpose was +served by the exhibition.</p> + +<p>It is true that a prize was offered to the rider who brought in his +horse in the best condition, but this chance seems to have been lost +sight of completely, and not a single horse arrived in a state less than +pitiable.</p> + +<p>Public sentiment in this age is quick to put the stamp of disapproval +on unnecessary cruelty of any kind, and however much the Emperors of +Austria and Germany may regard the result with satisfaction, or crown +the visitors with laurels, humane people everywhere will condemn the +exhibition and protest against any repetition.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h4><a name = "pacific" id = "pacific"> +OUR NEW PACIFIC STATION.</a></h4> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "extended">BY ANON.</h5> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>In the days when the voyages and adventures of Captain Cook were read +by every schoolboy, there was a great deal heard of the Navigators’ +Islands, in the Pacific. Lying between seven and eight hundred miles +south of the equator, this group of nine islands and some small islets +has been a favorite port for many years, and all seamen and explorers +unite in calling it an earthly paradise. The climate is perfection, the +soil is rich, and the natives always have been friendly.</p> + +<p>Similar conditions doubtless prevail in other islands of the Pacific, +but our interests at present centre on the islands just described, since +they are now known as the Samoan Islands, and in them lies the harbor of +Pago-Pago, which our government has at last acquired, after years of +negotiation.</p> + +<p>The chiefs of the Samoan Islands have more than once petitioned to be +taken under the protectorate of Great Britain or the United States, and +in 1878 a commercial treaty was concluded with this country, and in 1879 +Great Britain and Germany made almost similar treaties.</p> + +<p>Had the United States so desired, the Samoan group would have been +ceded to us years ago, but there is always vigorous opposition to this +country acquiring territory outside of its present coast lines. No such +scruples prevail in England or Germany, and, in consequence, both those +powers are industriously engaged in annexing stray islands, whether the +inhabitants desire protection or not.</p> + +<p>But they did not take Samoa, mainly because of a well defined idea +that the United States, although opposed to annexing these islands +herself, was as strongly opposed to any other nation taking them, and +European nations have, of late years, a wholesome respect for this +nation.</p> + +<p>It is true that our trade in the Pacific is not large, but it is +rapidly increasing, and the need of a harbor has been apparent for some +time. Of course all the harbors in the Pacific are open to our ships in +times of peace, but there may come a time of war, when the ports will be +closed to our shipping, and we will sorely need some ports of our +own.</p> + +<p>Then we need coal and supply stations for our men of war, such as +England has in all parts of the world, and such as we ought to have and +would have were it not for the perverse public sentiment which is +opposed to any acquisition of territory, however needful or just.</p> + +<p>Now at least we have Pago-Pago, and it is believed that Pearl Harbor +in Oahu, one of the Hawaiian Islands, will be acquired in somewhat the +same way.</p> + +<p>The Germans have a harbor in Samoa and the English are negotiating +for one, but Pago-Pago is believed to be the largest and best of +all.</p> + +<p>Here a coaling, supply and repair station will be built, the title to +the land being vested absolutely in the United States.</p> + +<p>Other nations may use the harbor as they please, but the United +States will control it, and in case of any trouble in the Pacific it +will be a point of vantage of the greatest value to this country.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<p>—On Mount Washington, in New Hampshire, lives a little colony +of butterflies that never descend below 2000 feet from the summit. They +are completely isolated from others of their kind, no butterflies being +found in any other spot in their immediate vicinity. It is supposed that +the remote ancestors of this curious race were stranded on the mountain +at the close of the glacial period.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 38 --> +<span class = "pagenum">809a</span> + +<p class = "center"> +[<i>This Story began in No. 48.</i>]</p> + +<h3 class = "sans"><a name = "sea_eagle" id = "sea_eagle"> +—THE MUTINY—</a></h3> + +<h2 class = "sans">On Board of the Sea Eagle</h2> + +<h6>OR, THE</h6> + +<h4 class = "boldf">Adventures of a Homeless Boy.</h4> + +<h5 class = "sans extended">BY RALPH HAMILTON,</h5> + +<h6>AUTHOR OF “CHESPA,” “OFF TO THE SOUTHWEST,”<br> +ETC., ETC., ETC.</h6> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XII.<br> +<span class = "subhead">A SAIL—LAND.</span></h4> + +<p>Since the night of the mutiny they had been flying a signal of +distress, and when Frank saw it fluttering at the mast-head, through his +bitter, blinding tears, he wondered if it would bring assistance to him, +or must he float on and on over this wide, silent sea till he, too, +died? The thought was an appalling one, and he threw himself on the deck +in an agony of despair.</p> + +<p>So intense was his strange fear and grief and loneliness that he did +not realize the fact that the schooner was driving through the water at +the rate of five miles an hour, though he heard the wash of the waves +against her sides, and felt the momentarily freshening wind blow cool on +his face and pipe lonesomely through the cordage.</p> + +<p>Weary, sick at heart, and worn out with watching, he finally fell +asleep, and when he awoke the wind was gone, the sails flapped idly +against the mast, and the sun, in unclouded splendor, was just beginning +to peep above the eastern horizon.</p> + +<p>He got up, feeling refreshed, but very hungry, went to the galley, +searched around till he found some bread and a bit of cheese, and then +came back to the shade of the awning to eat it.</p> + +<p>The long day passed, the night came and went, and another day dawned, +only to find Frank still drifting aimlessly on before any breeze that +chanced to blow.</p> + +<p>A little past noon he saw a sail a long way to windward, and so great +was his joy at the discovery that he shouted at the top of his voice, +and ran hither and thither about the deck in a mad transport of sudden +hope and delight.</p> + +<p>The vessel proved to be the British bark Swallow. Frank could hardly +restrain his gladness within rational bounds when he saw her change her +course and stand directly toward the Sea Eagle, with all the speed the +light wind that was blowing would permit her to make.</p> + +<p>When within speaking-distance, the stranger hove to and hailed:</p> + +<p>“What schooner is that, and where bound?”</p> + +<p>“The Sea Eagle, from Ruatan to Philadelphia!” piped the boy’s voice +from the schooner’s deck.</p> + +<p>“Where is your captain?”</p> + +<p>“Dead!”</p> + +<!-- png 39 --> +<span class = "pagenum">809b</span> +<p>“His name and yours?”</p> + +<p>“Captain Calvin Thorne. My name is Frank Arden, and I am all alone. +First we had a mutiny on board, and then yellow fever, and now I am the +only one left.”</p> + +<p>“Yellow fever!” The captain of the bark repeated the words with a +kind of terrified jerk. “Forward there, men! Bend on all sail and stand +off!” he shouted to his crew, as he turned from the rail, where he had +stood while speaking to Frank. “We can’t help you, boy. Sorry, but we +can’t, if it’s yellow fever you have on board.”</p> + +<p>And, to Frank’s unspeakable amazement, the bark was instantly put +about, and was soon rapidly widening the distance between him and +safety.</p> + +<p>He had not thought of the dread pestilence the Sea Eagle carried in +her every rope and spar and sail.</p> + +<p>For a moment he felt as if he should die, so great was the reaction +from eager hope and joy to bitterest disappointment and despair; but he +rallied his sinking heart, after a little, and watched the bark +disappear in the sun lit distance, with strangely-bright and tearless +eyes.</p> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/pic11.jpg" width = "508" height = "331" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p class = "caption"> +“FRANK WORKED UNCEASINGLY UNTIL NEAR SUNSET.”</p> + +<p>No one could, no one dared, to help him, when they knew it was yellow +fever that menaced them, and tainted the very air through which the Sea +Eagle sailed. He no longer need look for relief by means of a passing +vessel. That hope was gone utterly; for it would be wicked and cruel not +to tell of what it was the captain had died. And who would aid him, when +they knew it was to risk their life to do so?</p> + +<p>Yellow fever, and with good reason, is only another name for death to +a sailor, and Frank could not blame them for giving the schooner a wide +berth.</p> + +<p>When the Swallow was quite out of sight, he returned to his seat +under the awning. It was now almost sunset, and the haze and mist of +early twilight began to creep over the tossing waves.</p> + +<p>For the first time since he was left alone on the vessel, he sat +himself down to calmly think over the terrifying position in which he +was placed and gravely consider what it was best for him to do.</p> + +<p>He had passed through all there was, he thought, of sorrow, dismay, +disappointment and horror; and whatever there might be of suffering and +danger in store for him, he felt that, at most, they could give him no +greater pain than he had already endured.</p> + +<p>The reflection somehow was as comforting as it was sudden and +startling to his weary energies and overtaxed strength. He would not +give up again, and, from that moment, resolved to save both the vessel +and himself, if he could.</p> + +<p>Captain Thorne, when predicting his own speedy death, had spoken as +if he thought Frank would live to reach land; and in this belief he had +died, after giving into the lad’s +<!-- png 40 --> +<span class = "pagenum">809c</span> +keeping his little all of wealth and telling him what to do in case he +survived the perils of this most perilous voyage.</p> + +<p>And, oh, how faithfully would Frank carry out his dead benefactor’s +wishes, if he but lived to set foot on the soil of Pennsylvania +again!</p> + +<p>Buoyed up by this new hope and determined henceforth to make the best +of all and everything that might befall him, Frank went to the galley, +made himself a cup of strong coffee, and, with some hard biscuit, cheese +and dried beef that he found there, made a hearty supper.</p> + +<p>Everything remained in the galley just as poor Nat had left it, and +during the whole time he was on the schooner it constituted the limit of +Frank’s foraging-ground, for he had not the courage to enter the cabin +yet, or search for other stores than the cook’s room afforded.</p> + +<p>On the evening of the fifth day a brisk breeze sprang up, which set +the whitecaps to tumbling far and near and sent clouds of spray flying +from the schooner’s bows.</p> + +<p>The sun set in the luminous west, leaving behind a long track of +orange and purple light; the growing moon flung its yellow rays across +the troubled waters, melting into the million phosphorescent gleams that +sparkled and quivered along the surface like living jets of fire. Frank +had never before seen so lovely a sunset, or one so utterly lonely and +sad. He stretched himself on the deck, with his two hands clasped under +his head, in lieu of a pillow, and watched the masts make eccentric +circles through the stars, and the few fleecy clouds, that for a time +had followed in the wake of the moon, vanish, as it seemed to him, into +the sea.</p> + +<p>“The vessel must be making six knots an hour, and doing it, too, +easily.”</p> + +<p>Frank fell asleep with some such vague calculation drifting +disconnectedly through his mind. He was awakened about daylight by the +loud screaming of a number of gulls that were flying near the vessel in +anxious search of a morsel of food.</p> + +<p>He jumped up in great excitement, not on account of the noise made by +the gulls, but another sound he heard—a deep, continuous roar, not +unlike the moan of the wind through a pine forest.</p> + +<p>He looked around him, first confusedly and then with surprised +wonder. His eyes brightened, and a cry of joy broke from his lips, for +there, not a mile away, was land. A long, white line of surf marked +the boundary of the beach, and beyond it he saw the feathery tops of +palm and cocoanut trees, nodding in the fresh morning breeze.</p> + +<p>Land at last!</p> + +<p>Again Frank’s jubilant shout echoed oddly clear and solitary above +the incessant booming +<!-- png 41 --> +<span class = "pagenum">809d</span> +of the breakers and the monotonous wash of the waves.</p> + +<p>Land, and no mistake, and the Sea Eagle was driving straight toward +it with a speed that would strand her in twenty minutes, if she +kept on.</p> + +<p>And grandly determined upon her own destruction looked the staunch +old schooner, in the fast brightening rays of the rising sun, as, with +all sail set and never a hand at her helm, she plowed her way toward the +low, sandy shore stretching away like the shadow of doom before her.</p> + +<p>Frank meant to beach her, and take his chance on the island, for an +island he felt pretty certain it was.</p> + +<p>He flew to the cabin, and brought up the captain’s glass. He could do +it now without superstitious fear. To the southward he saw a black, +barren ledge of rocks, rising abruptly out of the sea, but to the north +and east the shore was low, and there did not appear to be much +surf.</p> + +<p>He ran to the wheel, and gave it a turn a point or two more to the +north and east. The vessel obeyed her helm splendidly. The tide was at +the flood, the wind fresh but steady, and blowing directly on land.</p> + +<p>With firm, shut lips, watchful eyes and pale, resolute face, Frank +kept his small hand on the spokes, the rapid pulsations of his heart +telling away the seconds so audibly that he could count them.</p> + +<p>In less than ten minutes’ time she struck, grounding lightly and +getting off again; then she plunged forward, driven high on the beach by +an incoming wave, and was as motionless as if she had never pitched and +tossed through mountainous billows or careened to the angry rush of the +storm-lashed sea.</p> + +<p>Frank relinquished his grasp of the wheel, and drew a long breath of +mingled regret and satisfaction.</p> + +<p>“Fast aground till a squall comes along and breaks you up,” he said, +as if speaking to the vessel. “It’s all there was left for either of us +to do, for we are death, it seems, to every one that comes +near us.”</p> + +<p>Hardly a dozen yards were between him and solid earth. Frank soon had +the ladder over the side, and in two minutes more was on shore.</p> + +<p>He ran up and down the beach a little way, shouting at intervals as +loud as he could, but there was no answer.</p> + +<p>Scores of beautiful little paroquets were chattering in the palm +trees, and numbers of long-legged sea-fowl stalking about on the reef, +but no human being, or any sign of one, did he see.</p> + +<p>It was necessary that he should know something about the size of the +island before deciding what next it was best to do, so he set out to +explore its wooded portion and ascertain what the prospects were for +living on it for an indefinite length of time.</p> + +<p>An hour’s tramp showed him that it was perhaps two miles long by less +than half that distance wide, and to all appearance no human being other +than himself had ever set foot upon it.</p> + +<p>The northern part was simply a barren rock, fissured and seamed by +the action of the water, its base marked by a tossing line of foam of +ominous import, for it told of the sunken reefs hidden beneath its +restless ebb and flow, and extending far out to sea. The +<!-- png 42 --> +<span class = "pagenum">810a</span> +southern and eastern end were covered with a dense growth of tropical +vegetation, but fresh water he did not find, or any animal, great or +small. Many varieties of brilliantly-plumaged birds flew screaming away +at his approach, but they were the only living things he saw.</p> + +<p>He came back to the schooner, clambered on board, went to the galley, +got himself a good breakfast, and, while he was eating it in the shade +of the awning, made up his mind what he would do.</p> + +<p>The rainy season was near at hand—a period which Captain Thorne +had told him was usually ushered in by frequent afternoon squalls, +accompanied by terrific thunder and lightning, which was more than +likely to be speedily followed by a hurricane of such violence as to +destroy in a second a vessel beached and helpless as was the Sea Eagle. +The tide was going out by this time, and the schooner’s bow was buried +high and dry in the sand.</p> + +<p>Frank’s first act after finishing his breakfast was to take in the +sail. Such of it as he could not handle he cut away, and then began to +carry it on shore. The captain’s small boat still hung in the davits, +but he did not need it as yet.</p> + +<p>With the sails and spars he made a nice roomy tent, under the largest +of the palm trees nearest the shore, so he could always have the +schooner in sight, and also an unobstructed view of the open sea.</p> + +<p>His object now was to make himself as comfortable as he could on the +island, and then wait patiently for a sail to come and take him off, or +something to turn up in his favor of a nature calculated to restore him +again to the world and enable him to carry out to the letter Captain +Thorne’s dying request.</p> + +<p>By noon he had his tent up; then he went to the vessel and quickly +removed to his new quarters one of the smallest of the casks of water on +deck, a case of ship biscuits and the tin box the captain had charged +him to guard with untiring care.</p> + +<p>He worked unceasingly until near sunset, and the surf was again +beginning to play around the stranded schooner’s bow.</p> + +<p>He was so tired he could hardly stand, and made his last trip to the +vessel for that day just as the moon began to glimmer over the +water.</p> + +<p>It looked so very friendly, hanging directly above the mainmast, like +a great golden world, that he thought it would be pleasant to eat his +supper on land, by the light of its mellow rays, though the fire he had +kindled an hour before flamed up brightly on the sand close by and the +fragrance of boiling coffee mingled appetizingly with the briny breath +of the sea.</p> + +<p>After partaking of his supper, he swung his hammock in the tent, for +he had no desire to pass another night on the schooner, and in five +minutes was fast asleep.</p> + +<p>He had a lively remembrance of the red ants, soldier-snails, gnats, +lizards, mosquitoes and sand-flies of Ruatan; but none of these winged +and creeping pests disturbed his slumber, and he slept on until the sun +was fully an hour high and the palm trees vocal with the chattering of +the paroquets.</p> + +<p>He awoke refreshed, sprang from his hammock and ran to see if the +schooner was all right.</p> + +<p>Yes, there she was! Her tapering masts shining like polished marble +in the brilliant sunshine, and the tide fretting and frothing against +her sides.</p> + +<p>After an exhilarating plunge in the surf, Frank set about getting his +breakfast. The day previous he had carried on shore all the galley +furniture, completely dismantling poor Nat’s late quarters of stove, +cooking utensils, cups and plates, and everything portable, even to the +zinc covering of the floor.</p> + +<p>He had not ventured so far as the hold, but had taken everything of +value from the captain’s cabin—his books and charts, the ship’s +instruments, a fine eight-day chronometer clock, still going, and which +he wound up with no little pleasure.</p> + +<p>He carefully housed on shore the contents of the lockers, which +included a case of port wine, a little bag of Spanish reals, another of +doubloons, a case of canned meats, two of preserved fruits and jellies +and a small medicine chest.</p> + +<p>All the cargo, save the cocoanuts, was a rotten mass in the hold, the +larger part of which he eventually pitched overboard.</p> + +<p>There were coffee, chocolate, sugar, rice, beans, dried beef, barley, +vermicelli, a small quantity of tea, salt pork, hard biscuit, flour, +salt beef, lemons, honey, a cask of vinegar, a dozen sacks of salt and a +few other supplies, such as a sailing craft of the kind usually +carries.</p> + +<p>In four days’ time Frank had every movable article out of her, yet +the dreaded squall had not come nor a drop of rain fallen.</p> + +<p>There lay the Sea Eagle, blistering under the sun by day and gauntly +outlined under the stars by night, changed in no way since she stranded, +except that she had settled quite two feet in the sand and was aground +<!-- png 43 --> +<span class = "pagenum">810b</span> +so firmly that it looked as if it would take a pretty strong gale to +blow her to pieces.</p> + +<p>So far, Frank had been too busy and too much engrossed by the novelty +of his situation to devote much time to thinking; but now, when the +excitement and hurry was over and he had leisure to turn his attention +to other matters, second only in importance to securing all there was of +value in the schooner, he concluded to make a thorough exploration of +the island and the grim, conical-shaped ledge of rocks that formed its +upper, or southern part.</p> + +<p>So, the fifth day of his landing on the island, he got ready the +small boat, placed in it a bottle of water and a good supply of food, +and set out to row around the reefs.</p> + +<p>He made a complete circuit of the island, and found it to be one of +the many results of volcanic eruption common throughout the Pacific +Ocean and the Caribbean Sea.</p> + +<p>At low tide, a long, black reef showed its frowning edge above the +restless surf, connecting with the higher point of rocks overlooking the +narrow strip of fertile land lying between it and the sandy beach, where +the Sea Eagle had stranded, and still maintained the strange and lonely +anchorage she had made for herself.</p> + +<p>Frank, curious and venturesome as he might be, was yet keenly alive +to hidden dangers, and, as he rowed around among the rocks, kept a sharp +lookout for treacherous currents and submerged ledges.</p> + +<p>The meridian sun was pouring down its fiercest rays, and he was +thinking of returning to his tent and the grateful shade of the +palm-trees, when, just as he had rounded the jagged spur of a +particularly ugly-looking coral reef, he suddenly saw before him a deep, +dark line of perfectly smooth water, over-arched by a natural bridge of +grayish-white limestone, and flowing, as it seemed to him, directly +under the island.</p> + +<p>The entrance to this odd underground water-way was not more than four +feet in height by six wide, but he unhesitatingly entered the narrow +channel, bent upon seeing what there was of it and where it +led to.</p> + +<p>Drawing a long breath of surprise and satisfaction, he ceased rowing, +and, as the boat came to a stand-still on the glassy surface of this +subterranean sea, he uttered an exclamation of wonder, and looked around +him in a maze of doubt and admiration.</p> + +<p>The cool, grotto-like atmosphere and dim, half-twilight contrasted +pleasantly with the heat and glare outside, though the silence was +something oppressive, and different from any he had ever before +known.</p> + +<p>No sound of wave or sigh of wind or howl of tempest seemed ever to +have been heard here. The water along the edges of the rocks was +absolutely without motion, and the light from either extremity of the +cave—as one might call it—nearly lost itself before it +reached the vaulted centre.</p> + +<p>Frank shouted loudly, and in answer the rocks sent back only the +faintest and most weirdly far-away echoes.</p> + +<p>When Frank had somewhat recovered from his astonishment, and his eyes +had become accustomed to the dim light, he found the cay, or channel, to +be some fifty yards in extent, cut through the soft, porous rock by the +action of the water, that for ages and ages of time had beaten against +its gradually-yielding base, until it had made for itself a passage such +as man, with all his marvelous ingenuity, could never have +fashioned.</p> + +<p>Frank rowed the entire length of the cay—as the Bay Islanders +call these little wave-made inlets—coming out on the opposite side +to that which he had entered; and then, as it was getting late, he +returned home, as the brave-hearted boy termed the spot where he had +pitched his tent and stored his provisions.</p> + +<p>Apart from finding the channel, he had made no discovery worth +mentioning. With the exception of a few sea-birds, he saw no living +creature, great or small; but this he did not much mind, for he hoped a +sail would come his way soon, and solitude was no new thing to him. So +he ate his supper with hearty relish, and, when it was dark, clambered +into his hammock and fell peacefully asleep.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XIII.<br> +<span class = "subhead">A CHANGE OF PLANS.</span></h4> + +<p>The morning of the tenth day of his residence upon the island Frank +rowed around to the grotto—as he called his new-found giant’s +causeway—taking with him his fishing-tackle and a substantial +luncheon of bread and cheese and dried beef.</p> + +<p>Fish of various kinds abounded in the quiet waters of the inlet, and +in an hour he had caught as many as he wished to carry “home.”</p> + +<p>He had seen no sharks anywhere near the reef, and so, when he saw a +beautiful pearly-white shell lying at the bottom of the water, which was +not more than five feet deep under any part of the natural arch of soft +porous stone, he threw off his clothes and unhesitatingly made a dive +for it.</p> + +<p>He got the shell, and made a very important discovery at one and the +same time. Happening to glance upward as he came to +<!-- png 44 --> +<span class = "pagenum">810c</span> +the surface, his quick eye saw a low, narrow opening leading directly +into what seemed to be the solid rock.</p> + +<p>The mouth of the cavern was slightly shelving, and situated a little +less than mid-way of the centre of the arch.</p> + +<p>Frank lost no time in climbing into it, and was surprised to find +himself in a semi-dark, sea-scented cavern, in shape something like an +old-fashioned Dutch oven and fully seven feet in height.</p> + +<p>There was sufficient light to enable him to see that the floor of the +cave was thickly strewn with fragments of shells and gray-white coral, +the stone itself being so soft that he could easily penetrate it with +his jack-knife.</p> + +<p>These submarine caves or grottos are numerous in the Bermudas, and +the limestone rock of which they are mainly formed so extremely +impressionable as to be readily cut into blocks for building purposes +with a common saw.</p> + +<p>Frank remembered having heard Captain Thorne speak of them, but he +little thought at the time that he would ever be the discoverer of one +on an island in the midst of the Caribbean Sea.</p> + +<p>Solitude, and having to look out for himself, as the saying goes, if +it had done nothing else, had sharpened his wits, and he was not long in +coming to the conclusion that, by enlarging the cave inland, he could +make an opening quite near his tent, and thus have both a dry and +wet-weather habitation.</p> + +<p>He returned to the beach, where the Sea Eagle was daily sinking +deeper and deeper in the sand, full of his new plans. He could hardly +prepare his supper, so eager was he to begin work on his latest project +and have his stores securely housed before the rainy season +set in.</p> + +<p>He went to bed early, but was up with the dawn, ate his breakfast +while yet the rays of the rising sun were but faintly illumining the +east, and then, with hatchet and hammer and saw, some coils of stout +rope and a plentiful supply of food, set out for the cave.</p> + +<p>He was not long in reaching it, and by noon had cut through five feet +of the calcareous stone, piling up the portion cut away in a kind of +wall on the lower side, where the rocky floor sloped somewhat +precipitously, forming a channel, through which a considerable rivulet +stole silently along, to join and lose itself in the great ocean that +for miles and miles surrounded it on every hand.</p> + +<p>For four whole days he worked like a Trojan, cutting away and piling +up the soft, limy stone, and on the fifth was rewarded by a glimmer of +sunlight shining through the aperture he had made in the landward part +of the rock.</p> + +<p>From the small opening he could see the tent, the tall palm trees +that sheltered it from the fierce rays of the meridian sun and the +tapering masts of the old schooner as she lay fast aground on the +blistering strand, and the landwash lazily undulating against her +stern.</p> + +<p>A little way beyond, some gulls and a blue heron were watching for +flying-fish, great numbers of which would every once in awhile skim like +so many silver leaves over the surface of the water, coming up and going +down at short intervals, more in fear than play, for no doubt their +relentless enemies, the dolphins, were after them, with a view to making +a meal off as many as were so unfortunate as to come within their +reach.</p> + +<p>Frank could not repress a shout of delight, in which there was +mingled a good deal of pardonable triumph, when he nimbly scrambled +through the narrow aperture he had made with so much patient toil, and +stood on the firm, warm earth without the gray, damp cavern.</p> + +<p>All about his feet grew luxuriant ferns, soft mosses and trailing +vines, the vegetation gradually lessening as it met the base of the dark +rock forming the roof of the cave, and disappearing altogether before it +reached the summit, or what Frank judged would be the summit if one were +to approach it from the direction of the tent.</p> + +<p>The next three days Frank spent in removing the most perishable part +of his goods to the cave, and this he did none too soon, for the +afternoon of the third day a dense black cloud suddenly arose in the +northwest, accompanied with ominous rumblings of thunder and quivering +flashes of lightning.</p> + +<p>There was no fresh water on the island, so far as he had been able to +discover, and the patter of the big rain-drops on the broad leaves of +the palms was not only a pleasant sound, but one that assured Frank that +for a time, at least, he was not likely to die of thirst.</p> + +<p>This warning foretaste of what he might expect for the next three +months, if he stayed so long on the island, admonished Frank to make +himself as comfortable as possible in the cave, and from its snug +shelter defy wind and wave.</p> + +<p>He had heard Dunham say that these sudden storms were diurnal in +their nature, and frequently of great fury and destructiveness, so the +following morning he moved all his belongings into the grotto, as he +liked best +<!-- png 45 --> +<span class = "pagenum">810d</span> +to call the cave, and set up housekeeping in a manner that no hurricane, +however severe, could interfere with.</p> + +<p>“Nobody can say I am in the way here,” he said—for he had +gotten into the habit of talking to himself—surveying, as he +spoke, his rocky home, and smiling sadly. “I am neither a bother +nor a burden to any one now. I’m alone on an uninhabited island, and may +die here, for all I can tell to the contrary; but I don’t know but what +that is better than being nagged by Aunt Susan, or driven about on the +ocean, with nothing but an old schooner between one and the bottom of +the Caribbean Sea. It’s just eighteen days since I landed on this +island, and I was five days on the schooner—that makes +twenty-three—and I’m alive yet. If I have to stay here a year, +that will not be very long. I’ve provision enough to last that length of +time, and it will <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘me give’">give me</ins> an opportunity to grow and to think. I’ll read all +Captain Thorne’s books, and there’s a good many of them, including works +on navigation, history and science. I’ll fish and row when the weather +is fine, and when it isn’t I’ll amuse myself in enlarging the grotto. +I’ll make a collection of all the plants and flowers I find on the land +and all the shells and seaweeds I find in the sea, or that may drift on +the shore. I’ve a whole island that I may honestly call my own, a box of +candles, plenty of matches, four cans of oil, a lamp and a lantern, a +good boat, and lots of other things besides; so I am pretty well off, +after all, and ought not to grumble at the hard luck which has +befallen me.”</p> + +<p>And Frank <i>did</i> try hard not to grumble; but, with the sea +beating eternally around his rocky home, and no change anywhere, day +after day, save in the scudding clouds and the waning of the old and the +rising of the new moon, he grew very weary of his utter loneliness, and +there came a time when he would have given his life to hear again a +human voice and see again a human face.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XIV.<br> +<span class = "subhead">DANGEROUS VISITORS.</span></h4> + +<p>Every hour in the day Frank scanned the horizon in hopes of seeing a +sail. He felt that he could not be more than a hundred miles from the +Bay Islands, and not altogether out of the track of sailing vessels.</p> + +<p>Once he saw what appeared to be a long, low cloud hovering midway +between the sky and water, and which he knew to be the smoke from a +steamer; but it was so far off that, even with the glass, he could only +make out the slow-moving line of smoke that marked her course.</p> + +<p>His boat he kept in the channel forming the water entrance to the +grotto, and during the roughest weather he had yet experienced on the +island the tide never once rose higher than from four to six inches, and +its ebb and flow was so silent that it was never heard, no matter how +loud and tempestuously the surf was roaring without.</p> + +<p>The rainfalls, though light, were more frequent, denoting the near +approach of the dreaded wet season, when for days together he might be +kept a prisoner in the cave, so he wisely took advantage of what +remained to him of fair weather, and was out on the reef every morning +as soon as it was light, looking, with longing eyes, for the hoped-for +sail.</p> + +<p>What wonder, then, after all this patient watching and waiting, that +his heart leaped with indescribable joy when he saw a sail, not three +miles away, and heading directly for the island!</p> + +<p>At first he thought it was a turtle-sloop, by its size and rig, but, +as it came nearer, it looked more like a pilot-boat, and somehow the +sight of it strongly reminded him of his old enemy, Juan Montes, the +wrecker.</p> + +<p>They were beating up toward the point where the schooner lay, and +their object evidently was to land and take a look at the stranded +vessel.</p> + +<p>A sudden fear seized Frank. It might be wreckers in search of spoils, +and, in that case, from the recent experience he had had among them, it +were better perhaps for him to retire to his cave until he knew +something more of their intentions.</p> + +<p>This he quickly did, taking care, however, not to break or bend a +feathery fern or crush a tuft of moss, as he hastened within his +retreat.</p> + +<p>Then he hurriedly pushed to its place the block of stone that served +for a door—or, rather, a window, for the aperture was only just +large enough to admit of Frank’s crawling through—and, when this +was done, he took up his position at one of the two small loop-holes he +had made, as a precautionary means when stormy weather might make it +necessary to close the window.</p> + +<p>Both lookouts commanded an unobstructed view of the sea and that part +of the beach where the Sea Eagle lay.</p> + +<p>Frank watched the slow approach of the sailboat, with bated breath +and loudly-beating heart.</p> + +<p>It <i>was</i> Juan Montes! and with him Dick Turpie, the mulatto, +Sagasta and Chris Lamberton.</p> + +<!-- png 46 --> +<span class = "pagenum">811a</span> +<p>A chill of mortal fear crept over Frank, from head to foot. He could +not speak nor stir—scarcely to breathe—so great was his +surprise and terror.</p> + +<p>He saw them haul down the sail, drop the anchor, all four jump into +the small boat towing astern, cast off the line and pull for the +shore.</p> + +<p>If discovered, he would surely be murdered, for as well might Frank +hope to escape the blood-thirsty jaws of a wild beast, if in its power, +as to expect mercy from these cruel, half-civilized, lawless men.</p> + +<p>With a yell of exultant joy and malignant triumph, Sagasta cried, as +he leaped on shore:</p> + +<p>“It’s the Sea Eagle, by all that’s lucky! Come on, mates. She’s ours +now; and no mean prize, either!”</p> + +<p>The three quickly followed Sagasta’s lead, and were soon clambering +up the side of the Sea Eagle, like so many overgrown, ill-favored +monkeys.</p> + +<p>But their joy speedily changed to anger and disappointment, when they +discovered that the schooner had been already pillaged of everything of +value about her. Even the cabin door and windows were gone, and every +rope and spar and sail; the cook’s galley, hold and forecastle plundered +of every article worth carrying off, and an air of general desolation +and ruthless ransacking pervaded her from stem to stern.</p> + +<p>“Somebody’s been here afore us!” said the wrecker, with a quick look +shorewards. “I don’t understand it. Where’s her boat? What’s become +of her captain? If he, or any of his crew, are a-hiding anywhere on the +island, I’ll soon know it. Let’s have a look around, lads, afore we +begins work. This way!”</p> + +<p>He drew his knife from its sheath as he spoke, the others following +his example, Sagasta alone of the formidable quartette producing a +revolver in addition to his knife; and thus armed, and ready to meet and +exterminate any foe who might happen to be near, they separated, Sagasta +going around to the southward, Turpie to the north, while Lamberton made +for the centre of the island and Montes bestowed all his attention on +the reef and its immediate neighborhood.</p> + +<p>Frank was pale with suspense and fear. If they should find the +seaward entrance to the cave, he was lost. Yet they might easily +discover the causeway, and even sail through it, and still fail to find +the cavern itself. He had found it only by the merest chance.</p> + +<p>The thought gave him new courage, and he dared to again fix his eyes +on the beach and the bit of sea where the wreckers’ boat was gracefully +rocking on the short land-swells.</p> + +<p>All four returned in little more than an hour, and sat down under a +wild plantain tree, not three feet from Frank’s place of +concealment.</p> + +<p>“There’s no one on the island, I’m certain of that,” said Montes, +whose squat, ugly form was so near the loop-hole that it actually +darkened Frank’s range of vision. “I can’t just make it out, but I +know this much—that’s the Sea Eagle, and she’s ours dead sure! +We’ll get her off to-morrow at flood-tide. There’s a bit of a blow in +that cloud a-comin’ up in the east, but it won’t amount to much, so +we’ll light a fire, get something to eat, and take it easy.”</p> + +<p>“It’s pretty nigh a month since she stranded, by the depth of the +sand around her,” remarked Turpie, looking first at the schooner and +then at the fire he was kindling a little way from the others. “I’d like +to know what’s become of the captain and the mate and Jack?”</p> + +<p>“I reckon Dunham’s in Davy Jones’ locker, for that air slash Dardano +gave him wasn’t no scratch, I can tell you. They was short of +hands, and didn’t have no time to attend to him; but that don’t +satisfactorily account for the schooner bein’ here, and dismantled as +she is,” rejoined Montes, with a puzzled air. “Captain Thorne wasn’t the +man to abandon his ship while a plank held together, and there’s the Sea +Eagle with as sound a hull as ever floated, and a—”</p> + +<p>“And the better luck for us,” roughly interrupted Sagasta. “I’d like +to have got a whack at the boy; but, since he’s food for sharks, I’ll +call it square. Wreckers have been here before us—there’s no doubt +of that—and they’ve cleaned her out pretty thoroughly, too; but +we’ll take the schooner, and she’s a good enough prize to suit me,” he +laughed, with a cunning glance at Montes. “Yes, good enough, and as +lawful a one as was ever picked up on the high seas,” he continued, in a +rather more positive tone of voice. “All we have to do is to get her +off, bend on a sail or two, and head her for Bonacca or Barbette. Once +there, we’ll just paint out her old name and paint in a new one, and +then, with that dark water-line transformed into a light blue, and I am +Captain Sagasta, if you please, with fair pay for your services, of +course, mates.”</p> + +<p>This last remark of Sagasta’s did not seem to meet with much favor +from Chris and the mulatto, but they were prudently silent, for the +Spaniard was obviously the master-spirit of the unprepossessing gang. +Even Montes, cruel and greedy as he was, +<!-- png 47 --> +<span class = "pagenum">811b</span> +yielded him the palm of superiority in matters of this sort.</p> + +<p>Having finished their hastily-prepared meal, Turpie acting both as +cook and steward, they cut down several of the largest of the palm trees +that grew in the vicinity, and began shaping them into rollers ready for +getting the schooner afloat.</p> + +<p>Frank was a frightened but very attentive watcher of all they did. +Not till he saw them repair to their boat for the night did he venture +to snatch a mouthful to eat.</p> + +<p>Every word of their conversation, while seated under the plantain +tree, he had heard, and the recollection of it, and the near proximity +of such dangerous neighbors, prevented him from closing his eyes the +live-long night.</p> + +<p>By the first peep of day the wreckers were astir, and so was +Frank—that is, he had taken up his station at the loophole, +determined to let nothing escape him in relation to their plans and +purposes.</p> + +<p>As soon as the tide was out, they began shoveling away the sand that +had collected around the schooner’s bow, the four of them working like +beavers till there was space made sufficient to allow of placing the +rollers under her, and, by this means, gradually extricating her from +the imprisoning sands. They were still working when the tide was up to +their knees and lapping high on the beach.</p> + +<p>“Hurrah! There she goes!”</p> + +<p>The shout startled Frank, and, with a sick heart and quivering lips, +he saw the Sea Eagle slowly turn broadside toward the sea, and then fall +off into deep water. The staunch old schooner was afloat once more, as +sound as the day she was launched.</p> + +<p>The pilot-boat was brought alongside and made fast, then they bent on +all the sail they could muster, and, as the hastily-rigged canvas caught +the wind, Sagasta waved his sailor-cap and exultantly exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“Here’s to Captain Thorne, a hundred fathoms below soundings; and +here’s to the Sea Eagle and her new commander!”</p> + +<p>All repeated Sagasta’s shout with a hearty good will, for they were +now fairly under way—the Spaniard, Chris and the mulatto remaining +on the schooner, and Montes alone managing the pilot-boat.</p> + +<p>Frank never took his eyes off the vessels, which kept close company, +till both were nearly out of sight. Then he removed the stone, crept +through the opening, and ran to the spot where only the ashes of the +wreckers’ fire were to be seen.</p> + +<p>He felt unutterably lonely. To look at the beach and not see the +schooner there was like missing for the first time the face of a dear +and only friend. He sat down on the sand and listened sadly to the moan +of the surf fretting along the beach and the hollow boom of the breakers +dashing against the reef.</p> + +<p>The Sea Eagle now was but the merest speck on the ocean. It +disappeared utterly, and the sun set in a bank of wrathy, black +clouds.</p> + +<p>Frank returned to the cave, too miserable to care for any supper, lay +down on his bed, drew the blanket over his head and sobbed himself to +sleep.</p> + +<p class = "center"> +[TO BE CONTINUED.]</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h3 class = "sans boldf"><a name = "camera" id = "camera"> +How My Camera Caught a Bank Robber.</a></h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h6>BY ELTON J. BUCKLEY.</h6> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>Lester Drake’s detective camera first created the idea of photography +in my mind. Before that, I hadn’t the slightest inclination toward +the art whatever, but when Lester purchased his neat little +leather-covered box, and went around merely pressing a button, and +getting dozens of pictures by no other means, I immediately decided +that I, too, must have a camera.</p> + +<p>Lester’s was not an expensive one. His father had found it in one of +the photographic establishments in Philadelphia, and being of a slightly +scientific turn of mind himself, had purchased it and brought it home to +Lester. The latter fitted up a corner of the cellar as a dark-room, and +straightway launched himself as an amateur photographer.</p> + +<p>Lester’s first attempts, revealed by the chemical development, were +surprisingly good, and inspired a strong feeling of envy in the breasts +of those of his comrades whose fathers were blind to the oft-repeated +advantages and delights of amateur picture-taking. Even more +exasperating, he straightway became the idol of all the girls at school, +whose zeal in posing for him was only equaled by the grotesqueness of +some of their postures.</p> + +<p>I brooded long and deep over this unpleasant condition of affairs, +and finally arrived at the conclusion that I would have a camera like +Lester at any cost.</p> + +<p>Lester was kind enough to initiate me into the mysteries of his +dark-room, and to allow me to examine the interior of his camera +<!-- png 48 --> +<span class = "pagenum">811c</span> +by ruby light. With the knowledge thus gained, I resolved to +manufacture one myself. It wouldn’t be as handsome as Lester’s, perhaps, +I thought, but it might do just as good work. So I made the +attempt, using the lenses from an old microscope which I owned, but in +vain. The instrument never reached the second stage of its +construction.</p> + +<p>The contrast between Lester’s clean, smoothly-covered box, and what I +knew mine would appear, even if I could finally complete it, was too +great, and I abandoned it in despair.</p> + +<p>Then I tried another tack. My father was exceedingly skeptical +concerning the desirability of amateur photography, and flatly refused +to furnish the necessary funds. It was October then, so I conceived a +plan by which I would earn money during the fall by corn-husking among +the near-by farmers, so that when spring opened I would have the price +of the coveted camera.</p> + +<p>No one could have worked harder during the weeks through which the +season lasted than did I. Huskers were in demand that fall, and I +secured work wherever I applied.</p> + +<p>It is just possible that if Lester had grown tired of his camera in +the meanwhile, and had ceased to use it, my desire for one might +likewise have gone by the board, but the snap of his shutter was heard +everywhere and at all times, and even at night—by +flash-light—in the barns, where the frequent huskings were +progressing.</p> + +<p>When, after a few weeks, the farmers ceased to require buskers, +I struck up a bargain with our grocer, whereby I was to spend +Saturdays running errands for him. The money from this helped out +wonderfully, and, according to my expectations, when April opened, a +snug little sum reposed as the fruit of my labors in one corner of my +top bureau drawer.</p> + +<p>As soon as the weather moderated slightly, Lester, who now posed as a +photographic oracle, and myself, went to the city one fine morning to +buy the camera.</p> + +<p>The neat little leather-covered box was duly inspected and purchased, +together with the pamphlet of instructions that seemed so enticingly +mysterious to my uninformed mind.</p> + +<p>The camera was just like Lester’s, with the exception of some minor +improvements, which had been effected since the time when he had +purchased his.</p> + +<p>On the way home, Lester and I drew up a compact whereby I was to have +the use of his dark-room and chemicals until I felt that I was fairly on +my photographic legs. Then I was to fix up one of my own.</p> + +<p>The camera had been sold loaded with plates, ready for use, and I +lost no time in snapping several views here and there as the fancy +seized me.</p> + +<p>Lester taught me to develop them, and when the most of them came up +under the chemicals clear and sharp, my delight was great.</p> + +<p>And when I made prints from them, and the familiar home scenes and my +playmates’ faces were there plainly before me, it seemed to me that the +universe could hold nothing more entrancing than amateur photography. Of +course I had failures, but they were few compared with the +successes.</p> + +<p>One morning in May, after I had become thoroughly versed in the art +of using the camera and had fitted up a dark-room of my own in the +attic, Lester and I sallied out with our cameras, for no other purpose +than to secure a half-dozen snap-shots whenever desirable ones might +present themselves.</p> + +<p>It was an ideal day for picture-taking. Rain had fallen the night +before and had left the atmosphere clear and brilliant, with none of +that dim haze which is the camerist’s Nemesis so often.</p> + +<p>We had strolled along the road, perhaps two miles out of the village, +and had caught three or four very pretty views.</p> + +<p>None had presented themselves, however, for some time, when, by a +turn of the road, we came upon a man drinking from a spring at the side +of the road. He was but a few feet away, and was stooping down with his +back toward us.</p> + +<p>“Let’s get him,” said I, in a low tone.</p> + +<p>“All right,” replied Lester; “you do it, though. I’ve only got one +plate left.”</p> + +<p>I had several unexposed plates remaining in my camera, so I pointed +the box toward the man and pressed the button. Just at the instant when +the shutter must have operated, the man heard us and turned his head, +facing us squarely.</p> + +<p>He evidently understood what we were about, for he scowled deeply and +walked rapidly away through the woods, without, however, offering to +molest us. He carried a small black grip with him.</p> + +<p>As the man’s retreating figure disappeared through the trees, Lester +and I drew a long breath of relief, for we felt like criminals detected +in a crime, and we were a trifle afraid of the fellow beside.</p> + +<p>We wandered on a little further, snapping a few more wayside +pictures, and then turned toward home and retraced our steps.</p> + +<p>That afternoon, Lester came over to my father’s house to witness the +development of the morning’s pictures.</p> + +<!-- png 49 --> +<span class = "pagenum">811d</span> +<p>As, one by one, we put the plates through the developer, a majority +came out well. One or two were a trifle under-exposed, and there were +minor defects in others; but, on the whole, they were very good.</p> + +<p>The star negative of the lot, however, was that of the stranger whom +I had photographed drinking, and who had turned his head and caught me +in the act. That was perfect. Everything was brilliantly sharp, and the +shutter had caught the man’s full face. In the negative, even so small +an object as his eyes stood out beautifully.</p> + +<p>We made a blue-print of this negative, and both Lester and myself +recognized the faithfulness of the likeness, notwithstanding the fact +that we had seen the man but a moment.</p> + +<p>About the middle of the afternoon, my father returned from the +neighboring town, ten miles away, in one of the banks of which he was +clerk. He seemed to be much excited and perturbed about something. My +mother noticed it also, and immediately inquired as to the cause of his +uneasiness.</p> + +<p>“The bank was robbed last night,” he answered, “and over fifty +thousand dollars stolen. Every cent I had in the world is gone with the +rest.”</p> + +<p>My mother made an exclamation of dismay.</p> + +<p>“And the worst of it is,” went on my father, “that we are almost +certain who the thief is, but we haven’t a thing in the world to trace +him by—not a vestige of a photograph or anything like it, which we +could give to detectives to guide them in the hunt. The man’s gone, and +the money with him.”</p> + +<p>And my father sank despondently into a chair.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Lester and I stood by, listening silently, the still wet +blue-print in my hand. After a minute I went and pressed the print out +flat upon the table, on which my father’s arm was leaning. At any other +time I would have proudly exhibited it to him, and would have been sure +of his interest and appreciation, but I did not feel like intruding upon +his present worriment.</p> + +<p>As I laid the picture face upward upon the table, my father turned +his head and looked at it indifferently. Suddenly he pushed me aside, +and bent over the print so closely that his face almost +touched it.</p> + +<p>I recovered my balance with difficulty, and stared at him in +frightened bewilderment. My father had never acted in this manner +before, and I was almost afraid he had gone mad.</p> + +<p>“Great Scott!” he exclaimed. “The very thing!”</p> + +<p>Then, wheeling around, he grasped me by the shoulders, and wanted to +know where I got that picture.</p> + +<p>I was far too dazed by his strange actions to answer a word; so +Lester interposed and told my father, in as few words as possible, of +our morning expedition, and of the man whom we had photographed in the +act of drinking.</p> + +<p>“Bless the camera!” ejaculated my father, excitedly, “that’s Eli +Parker, the thief! And the best likeness of him I ever saw, too!”</p> + +<p>Then he questioned us closely as to the direction the man had taken +when discovered, and ended by confiscating the print and the negative, +and rushing out of the house to take the next train back to town. Lester +and I talked about it all the afternoon, and felt ourselves quite heroes +for having the temerity to stand before a real bank robber.</p> + +<p>Fifty prints were immediately struck off from the negative, and these +were given to detectives, who scoured the country in every direction. +After a two days’ search, those nearest home were successful, and found +Parker in the same woods where Lester and I had first surprised him. He +had sought to evade capture by avoiding railroads, and hiding himself +until the first excitement of the robbery had passed. As the whole +amount of stolen funds was discovered in the little black grip which he +carried, he was convicted of the crime without difficulty, and sentenced +for a term of fifteen years in State prison.</p> + +<p>The sequel of the incident was the most agreeable and the most +astonishing of all. One day, a month subsequent, when Parker had been +safely housed in the penitentiary, my father came home, and, with a +mysterious smile upon his face, handed me an envelope. Upon being +opened, the discovery was made that “Howard Benton and Lester Drake were +authorized to draw upon the First National Bank of C——, for +$100 apiece, in slight recognition of their part in apprehending Eli +Parker, the perpetrator of the recent robbery upon that +institution.”</p> + +<p>I am still an ardent disciple of amateur photography. Who wouldn’t be +under such circumstances?</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<p>—The umbrella is undoubtedly of high antiquity, appearing in +various forms upon the sculptured monuments of Egypt, Assyria, Greece +and Rome; and in hot countries it has been used since the dawn of +history as a sunshade—a use signified by its name, derived from +the Latin <i>umbra</i>, a shade.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 50 --> +<span class = "pagenum">812a</span> + +<div class = "center"> +<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem"> +<tr><td> +<h4 class = "boldf"><a name = "good_rules" id = "good_rules"> +GOOD RULES.</a></h4> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h6>BY REV. P. B. STRONG.</h6> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "stanza"> +If a mean thing you would do,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Always put it off a day;</p> +<p>If a noble act and true,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Do not e’en a moment stay.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Ne’er by proxy do a deed.</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Would you have it surely done;</p> +<p>It you’d never come to need,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Wait not wealth from any one.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Deem no coin too small to save,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Quit not certainty for hope;</p> +<p>Good denied, you cease to crave,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Neither o’er the future mope.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +What you can’t by bushels take,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Get by spoonfuls, if you can;</p> +<p>Never mounts from mole hills make;</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Ere you leap, the distance scan.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +Shiver not for last year’s snow,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Nor bemoan the milk that’s spilt;</p> +<p>When you hasten, slowly go;</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Keep your conscience clear of guilt.</p> + +<p class = "stanza"> +These old rules, which here in verse</p> +<p class = "indent"> +You behold thus newly set,</p> +<p>Well it would be to rehearse,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Till not one you could forget.</p> +</td></tr> +</table> +</div> <!-- end div center --> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h3 class = "smallcaps"><a name = "perilous_ride" id = "perilous_ride"> +A Perilous Ride.</a></h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h6>BY W. BERT FOSTER.</h6> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>“So you boys think you came down here pretty fast, eh?” asked Randy +Bronson, crossing one wooden leg over the other and stretching them both +out toward the great fire of hickory logs that were roaring in the +chimney.</p> + +<p>Seven of us academy boys had piled into the only double cutter the +village livery stable possessed, and had covered the nine miles between +the school and Randy’s place down on the river road in forty-five +minutes, and for a pair of farm horses we thought that pretty good time. +Randy’s suppers, or rather his wife Maria’s suppers, were famous, and +the doctor was always willing to let a party of us off for an evening at +their little establishment providing we were back in good season. Randy +and his wife were to be trusted to look out for the most harum-scarum +boy who ever attended the Edgewood Academy.</p> + +<p>While supper was being prepared we gathered about Randy and the wide +open fireplace to wait for the repast, with all the patience at our +command.</p> + +<p>If Maria Bronson’s suppers had gained a reputation among us, so had +Randy’s stories. He had been a sailor in his youth, and, indeed, in +middle life, until during a naval engagement on the lower Mississippi, +in the civil war, he had both legs shot away, and was doomed to “peg +about,” as he jocularly called it, on wooden substitutes.</p> + +<p>“So you thought you came down here pretty fast?” asked Randy, +repeating the remark which opened this narrative. “And well you might, +with the roads in the condition they are now. But I’ve been sleighing +faster than any of you boys have traveled, unless it was on a railroad +train, and over the roughest sort of a track, too.”</p> + +<p>We all foresaw a story at once and were eager enough to hear the +tale. So with little urging Randy began:</p> + +<p>“When I was a boy you know I went to sea,” he said, and we all nodded +acquiescence, for about every story Randy told commenced with just that +remark. “My parents died when I was young and I was bound out to an old +uncle; but farming wasn’t to my taste, and I was always longing so for +salt water that finally he told me I wasn’t worth my board and clothes, +and to clear out and go to sea if I wanted to.</p> + +<p>“I didn’t need any second bidding. I went off that very night, and I +never saw my Uncle Eb again.</p> + +<p>“After going two or three trips to ‘the banks,’ I shipped aboard +the New Bedford whaler Henry Clay, knowing well enough that whaling +couldn’t be a great sight worse than fishing off Newfoundland in the +dead of winter.</p> + +<p>“As luck would have it, though, the Henry Clay joined the North +Atlantic fleet and started for the Greenland fishing grounds. We lost +the rest of the fleet in a big blow off Cape Farewell and worked +northward alone, having the good fortune to fall in with several school +of right whales, out of which we +<!-- png 51 --> +<span class = "pagenum">812b</span> +captured three or four ‘balleeners,’<a name = "tag1" id = "tag1" href = +"#note1">*</a> the oil and bone together being worth something like +eighteen thousand dollars.</p> + +<p>“The captain had begun to crow over the fine season we were having, +when, early in October, we were caught in a nip in Cumberland Inlet, and +the ice piled in so solidly around us that we knew we were good for all +winter. There wasn’t any particular danger, for the Henry Clay was a +well-built craft, strengthened to withstand just such a squeeze as the +ice-pack was giving us.</p> + +<p>“Captain Simon Lewis, as kind-hearted a man as ever I sailed under, +made all needed preparations for winter at once, and we boys before the +mast looked forward to a pretty jolly season.</p> + +<p>“We were warmly clad, the fo’castle grub was better than is common +with whalers, and there was every prospect for plenty of fresh meat and +good hunting, as soon as the ice about us should become firm.</p> + +<p>“After everything had been made ship-shape, we were given all the +freedom we needed, and the library brought aboard by the officers was +open to common use. Several days after this order of things had been +established, the mate took half a dozen of us younger fellows out for a +long tramp over the ice. There were three guns in the party, and we went +along like a parcel of schoolboys out on a frolic.</p> + +<p>“We made only about eight miles before noon, for the ice was so +uneven that the traveling was rougher than any I had ever experienced, +when suddenly, upon rounding an enormous ice hummock, we came in sight +of a group of Esquimaux, sledges and dogs, and were discovered before we +could retreat behind the hummock again.</p> + +<p>“The crowd raised a cry of ‘<i>Kabulenet! Oomeak! Kabulenet! +Oomeak!</i>’ which means, ‘White men and ships!’ and a general rush was +made in our direction.</p> + +<p>“The mate told us there was nothing to fear, as they were quite +friendly, and he walked forward to meet them. He had been among them +before and knew some of their words, so we were quickly on excellent +terms with them.</p> + +<p>“They surrounded us, laughing and chattering like so many children, +shaking hands, examining our clothes and repeating, like parrots, the +words and expressions the white men whom they had met before had taught +them.</p> + +<p>“One old chap, Kalutunah by name, seemed especially kindly disposed +towards us, and, following his example, the entire party, finding the +white men’s ship was so near, decided to make their winter quarters near +us, knowing +<!-- png 52 --> +<span class = "pagenum">812c</span> +that they would probably get what would be, to them, valuable +presents.</p> + +<p>“Captain Lewis was glad to have them for neighbors, too, for, if we +should happen to run short of fresh meat or should get smashed in the +ice—and there is always a possibility of that—the Esquimaux +would be of great assistance.</p> + +<p>“They built their <i>igloos</i> not far from the ship, and we +interchanged frequent visits. Kalutunah and I became very intimate, and +I tried to teach him English words and their meaning in his language; +but he never got any farther than <i>ees</i> and <i>noe</i>—his +pronunciation of ‘yes’ and ‘no.’</p> + +<p>“Two months of such an easy life as we led tired me more than cutting +up the biggest ‘balleener’ that was ever ‘ironed.’ Parties of the +Esquimaux went off hunting every day, and, finding that Kalutunah was +making preparations for a two days’ hunt up the inlet, I begged the +captain to allow me to go with him, and permission was readily +given.</p> + +<p class = "floatleft"> +<img src = "images/pic14a.jpg" width = "346" height = "131" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p class = "floatleft"> +<img src = "images/pic14b.jpg" width = "515" height = "241" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p class = "floatleft caption" style = "width: 260px; +margin-top: -33px;"> +“MY BULLET HAD TAKEN EFFECT ON ONE OF THE DOGS, WHICH HAD IMMEDIATELY +TANGLED UP THE REST OF THE TEAM AND BROUGHT THE SLEDGE TO A +STANDSTILL.“</p> + +<p>“The trip was to be made on Kalutunah’s sledge, and if you have never +read about or seen a picture of an Esquimau sledge, you want to look it +up at once. It is one of the most ingeniously-built things I ever saw, +considering the means at the command of the Esquimaux.</p> + +<p>“The runners, which are of bone, are square behind and curved upward +in front, usually five feet or more in length, three-fourths of an inch +thick, and seven in <ins class = "correction" title = "text reads ‘heighth’">height</ins>. They are not of solid bone, but composed of +many pieces of various shapes and sizes, yet all fitting together so +perfectly that they are as smooth as glass.</p> + +<p>“The shoe is of ivory from the walrus, and is fastened to the runner +with seal strings looped through counter-sunk holes, and in the same +manner the various bones making up the runner are fastened in place.</p> + +<p>“When you take into consideration the fact that all this fitting and +smoothing is done with stone implements, you will believe me when I say +the Esquimau sledge is a wonderful thing.</p> + +<p>“The runners are placed fourteen inches apart and are fastened +together by cross-pieces tightly lashed by sealskin strings. Two walrus +ribs are lashed to the after end of each runner in an upright position, +and these are braced by other bones, forming the back, and, with plenty +of skins and robes for cushions, the Esquimau sledge isn’t the most +uncomfortable thing in the world to ride upon.</p> + +<p>“Kalutunah was going after walrus, and I +<!-- png 53 --> +<span class = "pagenum">812d</span> +borrowed a rifle of the mate, thinking that I might do a little shooting +on my own account on the way<ins class = "correction" title = "text has comma">. </ins></p> + +<p>“Seven of the hungriest-looking and ugliest dogs among the large +number belonging to the natives drew the sledge. The Esquimau usually +hitches seven dogs to his sledge, and never drives them tandem, each dog +being attached to the sledge by a single trace fastened to a +breast-strap.</p> + +<p><ins class = "correction" title = "open quote missing">“</ins>It +doesn’t matter how rapidly they are running or what the obstructions +are, they will keep their traces clear of one another. The dogs on +either side have the most work to do, and, after holding that position +for some time, a dog will jump over several of his fellows into the +centre of the pack and let some other have his place on the outside.</p> + +<p>“Kalutunah got on the sledge, and I sat between his knees, and, amid +a great deal of shouting and chaffing from the rest of the crew, the +dogs started off at Kalutunah’s cry of ‘Ka! Ka!’ and a touch of the +whip.</p> + +<p>“By-the-way, boys, that whip was a wonder. The lash was six yards +long and the handle but sixteen inches. Learning to throw the lasso +isn’t a circumstance to learning the ins and out of that whip.</p> + +<p>“Of course, boy like, I wanted to try it before we had gone a mile. +While traveling, the lash trails along in the rear, and by a quick +motion of the hand and wrist is thrown forward like a great snake, +snapping like a gun-shot over the heads of the team.</p> + +<p>“The first time I tried it the end of the lash caught me on the arm, +and, although the member was thickly covered, I felt the blow +unpleasantly.</p> + +<p>“Kalutunah laughed immoderately at my failure, but dodged the next +instant as I tried it again, the lash this time coming within an ace of +taking him across the face.</p> + +<p>“The third time I essayed the feat, the end of the whip caught on a +jutting piece of ice, and I was ‘snatched’ off the sledge in grand +style, nearly wrecking it in my exit.</p> + +<p>“That was going a little too far, so Kalutunah thought, and he +wouldn’t let me try it again, so I contented myself with nursing the +various bruises I had received in my tumble.</p> + +<p>“But how those dogs could travel! The frozen inlet was strewn with +hummocks and broken ice cakes, and I had to cling to the sledge with +both hands sometimes to keep from being thrown off.</p> + +<p>“I was profoundly grateful when we reached our stopping place about +the middle of the afternoon. A week before Kalutunah had seen a +walrus near this place, under some new ice that had formed over a +breathing hole.</p> + +<p>“The dogs were left fastened to the sledge, so that their presence +would not disturb the walrus should one be near. The Esquimau got out +his harpoon and line and approached the thin ice, telling me to keep +back.</p> + +<p>“I wasn’t very eager to stay near the walrus should the old fellow be +lucky enough to iron one, for there had been one caught near the Henry +Clay, and a more ferocious-looking beast I never saw.</p> + +<!-- png 54 --> +<span class = "pagenum">813a</span> +<p>“I stayed back near the sledge with my rifle, on the lookout for +something to try a shot at, and in the meantime keeping my eye on old +Kalutunah. He went forward carefully, dodging from hummock to hummock, +but gradually getting nearer the thin ice. All at once I caught sight of +another object on the ice a little to the right of the Esquimau. At +first I thought it was a seal, for it lay flat on the ice, and was about +to hurry after Kalutunah to tell him about it, when the figure rose up +and I saw that it was a man—another Esquimau.</p> + +<p>“The stranger walked rapidly toward Kalutunah, and had almost reached +his side before the old fellow noticed him. Then he sprang up, and +although they were too far away for me to hear them, even if my ears had +not been covered with my hood, I saw that they were talking +together.</p> + +<p>“The stranger continued to advance, holding out his hand as though to +shake Kalutunah’s.</p> + +<p>“Having arrived quite near, he took a quick stride forward, and +instead of offering his hand, as Kalutunah had evidently expected, +suddenly raised a short club and struck Kalutunah on the head.</p> + +<p>“It was a most brutal act, and so unexpected was it that for an +instant I was stupefied.</p> + +<p>“Kalutunah threw up his arm, and fell backward without a cry. The +treacherous wretch leaned over him to repeat the blow, but I had found +my senses by that time, and, raising my rifle, fired at him. The bullet +probably flew wide of its mark, but it scared the rascal. Evidently he +had not noticed me before, and least of all expected to find a white boy +with the old man he had so cruelly attacked.</p> + +<p>“With a wild yell, he ran at the top of his speed, expecting no doubt +another shot every instant.</p> + +<p>“I hurried forward to where Kalutunah was lying senseless on the ice. +He was not dead, and, as I reached him, he raised up, with an evident +effort, and cried:</p> + +<p>“‘See-ne-mee-utes! See-ne-mee-utes!’</p> + +<p>“I remembered then what the mate of the Henry Clay had once told me +about a tribe of bloodthirsty men in the interior, called by the +well-disposed Esquimaux See-ne-mee-utes. These wretches approach a +stranger to all appearances in a friendly manner, and, taking him +unawares, assault him in the treacherous way that Kalutunah had been +attacked.</p> + +<p>“The old man was brave if he was an Esquimau, for I could understand +by his motions that he wanted me to fly and leave him. But I wouldn’t +hear of that.</p> + +<p>“From the direction in which the See-ne-mee-ute had fled I saw a +dozen figures approaching. Evidently there were plenty of reinforcements +at hand, and, even with my rifle, I could not keep them at bay.</p> + +<p>“Kalutunah was not a large man—Esquimaux seldom are—and +the dog sledge was not far in our rear. I had strong arms and two +good legs under me in those days, so, lifting the poor fellow, +I carried him to the sledge.</p> + +<p>“The dogs were up and excited, I could see by their actions; but I +had no time to fool with them. I placed Kalutunah, who had again +become unconscious, on the sledge and got on before him. By this time my +pursuers were close at hand, and I was horrified to see two dog sledges +following in the rear. Unfamiliar as I was with the management of +Kalutunah’s team, the See-ne-mee-utes would overtake us in spite of all +I could do.</p> + +<p>“I raised my rifle and gave them a parting shot, and the dogs, +frightened by the report so near them, started off like mad over the ice +toward the distant ship.</p> + +<p>“Again my bullet must have been badly aimed, for it only brought +forth a howl of rage from my pursuers, as they saw me escaping. Hastily +boarding their sledges, four of them started after me.</p> + +<p>“I had a little start, but my dogs, having had only an hour’s rest, +would likely be no match in speed for those attached to the +See-ne-mee-ute sledges; but they started nobly, spreading out like a fan +before the sledge and tugging at the breast-straps.</p> + +<p>“Had Kalutunah been able to drive them, there might be more chance +for us, I thought; but Kalutunah remained unconscious, and I had +all I could do to hold both him and myself upon the swaying sledge.</p> + +<p>“Without Kalutunah’s voice and whip to guide them, the dogs turned +aside for very few obstructions, but tore over them all, +<!-- png 55 --> +<span class = "pagenum">813b</span> +nearly wrecking the sledge at every leap. The pursuing sledges, guided +by skillful drivers, were therefore able to gradually creep up +on us.</p> + +<p>“I knew very few Esquimaux words, but I yelled to the dogs at the top +of my voice and managed to get ’em infused with some of my own fear, for +they sped over the ice-field as I had never seen them travel before.</p> + +<p>“On, on we went! The wind cut my face—from which the hood had +fallen back—like a knife. I grew dizzy with the rush of air +and the swaying of the sledge. It was impossible to get a shot at my +pursuers, while the dogs were traveling at this rate; but I determined +to make a desperate stand against the four men, should they +overtake us.</p> + +<p>“For some reason or other, their dogs were not so superior in +endurance to Kalutunah’s as I had feared. After first gaining on us a +little, they barely kept their pace for the first six miles. Then the +speed began to tell on my dogs and skillful driving on my pursuers’. My +animals were getting fagged out, and slowly but steadily I was being +overhauled.</p> + +<p>“Old Kalutunah had all the appearance of a dead man. For one dreadful +moment I was tempted to throw him off the sledge. Their burden thus +lightened, the dogs might be able to carry me safely back to the ship, +still far down the inlet.</p> + +<p>“But this cowardly thought possessed me only an instant. +I recalled the old Esquimau’s unselfishness in wanting me to escape +and leave him when he was wounded, and determined that, if I ever +reached the Henry Clay again, he should.</p> + +<p>“The See-ne-mee-utes were close behind me now, urging their dogs on +with exultant cries. The foremost sledge was within fifty feet, and the +other directly behind it.</p> + +<p>“Risking a disastrous tumble upon the ice, I rose upon my knees +and turned toward them, holding by one hand to the back of the sledge. +Kalutunah lay on the bottom, and I held his body from rolling off by the +pressure of my knees.</p> + +<p>“The wretches saw my head appear above the back of the sledge, and +they uttered a loud shout of rage, shaking their spears and urging on +their dogs to still greater exertions. An extra heavy lurch of the +sledge almost threw me overboard, but I braced myself and raised my +rifle to my shoulder.</p> + +<p>“As soon as they saw my weapon the two men in the foremost sledge +burrowed like rats among the robes. Those in the rear were hidden +from me.</p> + +<p>“I had but an instant to reflect. We were rapidly approaching a +terribly rough piece of ice, and I should be thrown out did I not sink +down into the sledge again.</p> + +<p>“The dogs were between me and the crouching occupants of the pursuing +sledge, and kept me from getting a correct aim at the men.</p> + +<p>“Quick as a flash I fired right into the pack, and then dropped into +the bottom of my own sledge. The next instant we struck the rough +stretch of ice, and I had all I could do to cling on until we had passed +it. Then I looked back.</p> + +<p>“Judge of my surprise when I saw that, by a fortunate accident, my +pursuers had been stopped.</p> + +<p>“My bullet had taken effect on one of the dogs, which had immediately +tangled up the rest of the team and brought the sledge to a +standstill.</p> + +<p>“The sledge behind seemed to be completely mixed up in the disaster, +and the two sets of dogs were fighting furiously, while the <ins class = +"correction" title = "text unchanged: error for ‘See-ne-mee-utes’?">Esquimaux</ins> were running about trying to +separate them.</p> + +<p>“I was safe! Another two miles and the Henry Clay would be in sight, +and, unless some accident happened to my own team, my pursuers would not +be able to gain the vantage they had lost.</p> + +<p>“When I reached the ship, the moon was high and all hands had turned +in long before, but they roused out, as did the Esquimaux from their +huts, at my halloo.</p> + +<p>“Poor old Kalutunah was carried into the cabin, and the captain and +mate worked over him a long time before they brought him to. He had been +almost frozen in addition to his wound, so that he had a hard fight for +life. But when he was finally on his pins again, how thankful he was to +me! And the whole tribe was the same way.</p> + +<p>“One bad result of my adventure, however, was that Captain Lewis +would allow no more extended trips away from the vessel, and although we +never saw anymore See-ne-mee-utes, every party that went out for even a +short tramp was fully armed and under the command of an officer.</p> + +<p>“Now you can’t tell me anything about rapid sledding,” concluded +Randy. “I’ve had my day at it, and I must say that it was about as +uncomfortable an experience as I ever had.”</p> + +<p class = "footnote"> +<a name = "note1" id = "note1" href = "#tag1">*</a> +All the large whales of the region referred to are called “balleeners” +as their mouths are furnished with the balleen or whalebone of +commerce.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 56 --> +<span class = "pagenum">813c</span> + +<p class = "center"> +<a name = "purple_pennant" id = "purple_pennant"> +[<i>This Story began in No. 43.</i>]</a></p> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/pic15.jpg" width = "432" height = "196" +alt = "THE PURPLE PENNANT / OR / ALAN HEATHCOTE’S FORTUNE." +title = "THE PURPLE PENNANT / OR / ALAN HEATHCOTE’S FORTUNE."> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h5 class = "sans boldf">A FOOT-BALL STORY.</h5> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>BY A PRINCETON GRADUATE.</h4> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<!-- png 57 --> +<h4>CHAPTER XXV.<br> +<span class = "subhead">MR. MACKERLY REVIVES AND GRANT<br> +ATTEMPTS TO SEND ALAN TO COVENTRY.</span></h4> + +<p>The sudden collapse of Mr. Mackerly, while in conversation with his +son, was a great shock to the latter, who could scarcely <ins class = +"correction" title = "text reads ‘belive’">believe</ins> that the news +he had just been relating should have such an extraordinary effect upon +his imperious and lofty father. Was it possible that the statements at +which he had scoffed had some plausibility, and that there was a grain +of hidden truth in the charge brought by his rival, Alan Heathcote? +There was no mistaking the fact that something external had caused the +magnate’s startling indisposition, and Grant, even though he was badly +scared at his father’s plight, drew his own conclusions in regard to the +matter. Meanwhile he stood helplessly calling until he collected +presence of mind enough to go around to the other side of the table and +raise his father’s inanimate form to a more comfortable position.</p> + +<p>“Help! Help!” he cried distractedly. “Father’s dying! Aunt Annie! +James!”</p> + +<p>He was warranted in his belief that his parent was breathing his +last, for his face was of a deathly pallor, and to Grant’s inexperienced +eye this was a symptom of the gravest import, and he gave his father up +for lost immediately.</p> + +<p>He did not stand long alone in his helplessness, for in another +moment James, the butler, and Grant’s Aunt Annie came hurrying in. They +both took in the situation at a glance, and while the first mentioned +opened the window, in order to admit the fresh cold air, the latter +bathed his temples with water and cologne.</p> + +<p>Mr. Mackerly had fallen into a swoon of unusual severity, and the +process of reviving him was slow and tedious. It was nearly a half hour +before he was strong enough to speak to them.</p> + +<p>“Shall I send for a doctor?” inquired his sister anxiously.</p> + +<p>“No, by no means,” he feebly replied. “It’s one of my ordinary +fainting spells. I’ve had them before. I’ll—I’ll be all right in a +few minutes. Lay me on the couch in the library and—let me alone. +What time is it?”</p> + +<p>“Nearly half-past seven,” answered his sister.</p> + +<p>“Where is Grant?” was his next query.</p> + +<p>“Here I am, father,” and his son stepped before him. “What’s +wanted?”</p> + +<p>“Come to the library at eight o’clock. I want to speak to you. +I will be much better then. Don’t forget.”</p> + +<p>Grant promised, and with the help of the butler and the gardener his +father was carried to the library and placed upon a couch, where he was +left by himself in spite of his sister’s expostulations.</p> + +<p>She was a widow, as Mr. Mackerly was a widower, and they made their +home together in that magnificent residence on the hill back of +Whipford.</p> + +<p>Promptly on the chime of eight, Grant marched into the library, and +found his father, pale but steady, seated at the secretary, busily +examining a <ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged: error for unrelated word ‘heterogeneous’?">heterogenous</ins> mass of papers.</p> + +<p>“Are you better, father?” he asked, solicitously.</p> + +<p>“Don’t you see I am?” was the cross response. “That spell was only +temporary. I am afraid of them, as they are coming on more +frequently. Doctor Sedgwick tells me I must take more exercise or I’ll +fall sick in earnest.”</p> + +<p>“I thought you took plenty,” said Grant, guardedly.</p> + +<p>His father did not seem to hear his remark, but went on searching +busily among the papers. Grant grew impatient and asked:</p> + +<p>“Well, what do you want of me, father?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, I did ask you to come in, Grant, didn’t I?” he replied, as +if just recollecting the fact. “Why, what were we talking about +<!-- png 58 --> +<span class = "pagenum">813d</span> +when that dizzy feeling came over me? Do you remember the +conversation?”</p> + +<p>“Why, of course,” replied the son, considerably astonished at his +parent’s alleged forgetfulness. “It was about that little affair between +Alan Heathcote and myself. Just as I told you he denied his father owed +you anything, you fainted, and I hadn’t a chance to finish. +You—”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I remember!” interrupted Mr. Mackerly. “You told me he stated +that he had an envelope containing papers, didn’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Not that I know of,” answered Grant. “I never said anything about an +envelope, and he didn’t, either. He said he had papers to prove that you +owed his father money, and that’s all. There was something more about +witnesses—just what it was I don’t recollect.”</p> + +<p>“Well, you had quite a wordy quarrel. What else did he say?”</p> + +<p>The tone of anxiety with which this was asked was but barely +concealed.</p> + +<p>“Oh, all sorts of tough things, together with that little imp, Dick +Percy!” responded Grant, bluntly. “But I gave them as good as I got, and +don’t you mistake. Pretty soon that big chump Teddy Taft came up and put +in his say, and, as I couldn’t stand up against three, I took my +leave.”</p> + +<p>“From what you say, this Heathcote boy is a determined fellow, is he +not?” inquired Mr. Mackerly, toying with a paper-cutter.</p> + +<p>“Bull-headed, I call him,” was his son’s vindictive reply. “He’s no +gentleman, and I’ve told him so. What makes me so mad is that Cole and +Mr. Nicholson have put me off the eleven, and put him in my place. Him! +He can’t play football, the country jay!”</p> + +<p>“It’s favoritism, that’s what it is,” remarked Mr. Mackerly, +shortly.</p> + +<p>He had heard rumors of the matter in the village, but held his +counsel.</p> + +<p>“They can do as they please,” asserted his son; “but if I don’t make +that fellow sick, my name’s not what it is, that’s all. The idea of him +saying he had proof that you were a rascal. It’s a mean, bold lie, and +he ought to be drummed out of school.”</p> + +<p>“You have my authority for branding it as a malicious falsehood,” +said his father, “and if it is repeated, I shall take measures to +have young Heathcote punished. But don’t say anything of it, Grant, +until some one informs you. You needn’t take the trouble to deny it if +he hasn’t told anybody. Perhaps he has been afraid to spread the tale +among the boys at Whipford.”</p> + +<p>“I guess he was afraid of the licking he knew he’d get from me,” said +Grant, vauntingly; “so I don’t think he’s told anything like that.”</p> + +<p>It was for another reason unknown to him that Alan had kept +silent—because Beniah Evans had cautioned him to that +effect—and not that he feared the vain-glorious Grant.</p> + +<p>“Well,” remarked the magnate, “that may be. I hope he has kept a +close tongue in his head for his own good, if nothing else. It will save +him trouble. Go and tell James to pack my grip,” he directed, suddenly, +as he scattered the raft of papers with a quick move of his arm and +closed and locked the secretary. “Hurry up. I must catch that ten +o’clock train.”</p> + +<p>“Where are you going this time of night?” asked Grant, who, though +used to his father’s absences, and caring little whether he was home or +abroad, felt somewhat curious as to this rapid determination to +travel.</p> + +<p>“I’m going to Philadelphia and then possibly further south to see a +man on very important business,” responded Mr. Mackerly. “I am +restless and can’t stay at home. I originally did not intend to +start until next week, but I’ve changed my mind.”</p> + +<p>“But you aren’t well. What will Aunt Annie say?”</p> + +<p>“She needn’t know,” was the short reply. Then, hastily, “You run and +get the buggy out for me, and I’ll call the butler. I must catch +that ten o’clock train at the Junction at all hazards. Stop at O’Brien’s +house and +<!-- png 59 --> +<span class = "pagenum">814a</span> +tell him to come and drive me over. If he isn’t there, James will have +to try his hand at the reins.”</p> + +<p>Grant hastened to obey his father’s directions, and in the space of a +few minutes the team was ready, with O’Brien, the stable-man, and Mr. +Mackerly as its occupants; and soon they were out of sight in the +darkness, speeding for the train.</p> + +<p>“There’s something up, that’s dead sure!” soliloquized Grant, as he +stood in the doorway. “Father’s never in all that hurry for nothing. +I wonder what the racket is? I’ll go a fiver that it has something +to do with that Heathcote matter. He’s a perfect nuisance, and I hope +father will squelch him this time, once and for all, the booby!”</p> + +<p>Soon dismissing his father’s departure from his mind, Grant went up +to his room and retired to bed.</p> + +<p>The next morning he went over to the Hall very early, considering his +past record, and was one of the first to take his seat in the assembly +room.</p> + +<p>Archer and Shriver, with whom he desired to speak, were somewhat +tardy, and he got no chance to address them until the end of the first +recitation.</p> + +<p>“Hello, Grant!” called the former. “Where’ve you been all the time? +Haven’t seen you for an age.”</p> + +<p>“Been up at the house,” replied Grant, briefly. “Any practice to-day, +George?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” answered Shriver; “at half-past twelve. You’re with Wilcox on +the second eleven. Sorry that Heathcote dished you out of half-back, but +it can’t be helped. I took Runyon’s place, and he was angry at +first, but he came up to-day and shook hands with me like a little man, +and said he hoped I would get along first rate, and that he’d try and +oust me next year. He’s one of the substitutes this year, and you are to +play substitute half-back with Wilcox.”</p> + +<p>“I am, am I?” growled Grant, sneeringly. “Who says so?”</p> + +<p>“Cole gave it out last night,” put in Lewis Archer, “so it’s +settled.”</p> + +<p>“It’s not settled as far as I am concerned,” declared the turned-down +player, firmly. “I play on the regular team or not at all. That’s +my proper place, and no miserable upstart like Alan Heathcote is going +to crow over me.”</p> + +<p>“Well, what are you going to do about it?” asked Archer, with a +careless drawl.</p> + +<p>Grant Mackerly was steadily dropping from the high place<ins class = +"correction" title = "comma in original">, </ins>he once held in his +estimation, and every action now exhibited his selfishness to Archer, +who, with all his laziness, was a boy of fine feelings.</p> + +<p>“Why, let’s boycott him altogether,” said Grant, eagerly. “Let’s put +all the fellows against him and show him up for just what he is. If he +sees nobody speaks to him he’ll soon come down from his high horse. What +do you say to it, fellows?”</p> + +<p>Instead of making any immediate reply in words, his companions at +first gave him looks of incredulity and amazement, and then burst into +loud peals of laughter. It was some time before they sobered down.</p> + +<p>“What?” demanded Shriver. “Boycott Alan Heathcote? Send him to +Coventry? Ha! ha! Why, you’d have the heaviest contract on your hands +you ever had in your life. It’s all nonsense.”</p> + +<p>“There’s not a fellow in the whole school who would be fool enough to +join you,” said Archer, plainly and in disgust. “Why, you might as well +try that scheme on Cole or Mr. Nicholson. No, no, my dear boy, that plan +of yours won’t work. The fellows, as a rule, like Heathcote pretty well. +He attends to his own business, stands well in his class, or will when +the next exam. takes place, and to add to it all he’s as fleet of foot +as a deer on the foot-ball field; so you would be the solitary duck in +the puddle if you tried to freeze him out.”</p> + +<p>Grant Mackerly listened to these responses of his friends in silence. +Then his face assumed a determined look, and without another word to +either of them he turned away and walked quickly out of the door to the +campus and disappeared among the trees.</p> + +<p>“Mad as a hornet,” observed Archer, carelessly.</p> + +<p>“He’ll cool down by to-morrow,” remarked Shriver.</p> + +<p>And they went into the recitation-room talking it over.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXVI.<br> +<span class = "subhead">RIPLEY FALLS INVADES THE TOWN.</span></h4> + +<p>The story of Grant Mackerly’s attempt to place a boycott on Alan soon +leaked out among the boys, and great was the merriment it aroused at the +Hall.</p> + +<p>In the ridicule and disgust which the incident produced the prestige +of the rich man’s son was lost forever. No one pitied him. It was all +his own fault, and even his quondam friends deserted him, while his +appearance would have been the signal for a universal grin.</p> + +<p>Strange to say, he had not been seen at the Hall since he had made +that proposition to Archer and Shriver, and now a couple of days had +passed and no sign of him.</p> + +<p>He did not respond to his name either in +<!-- png 60 --> +<span class = "pagenum">814b</span> +the assembly or recitation-rooms, and Doctor Bostwick began to think +something was wrong.</p> + +<p>He summoned Lewis Archer one day in passing and asked him if he could +call at the Mackerly residence and obtain some news of the missing +boy.</p> + +<p>“I am afraid that he is ill,” said the good principal, “or something +unusual has happened to him. I have never known him to have been +absent for so long a time without sending in an excuse or asking for +leave.”</p> + +<p>Archer called that very afternoon at the house on the hill, and, +after repeated ringings, Mrs. Weldon, Grant’s aunt, came to the +door.</p> + +<p>“What’s become of Grant?” asked Archer. “Doctor Bostwick sent me up +to inquire about his absence. He’s been away from the Hall for three +days.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I know he has,” answered Mrs. Weldon; “but please tell Doctor +Bostwick I don’t know the reason for his absence, except that one day he +came home and said he was too ill to stay at school, and the day before +yesterday he borrowed some money from me and went to Buffalo, where his +uncle lives. I hope Doctor Bostwick will be patient with him. His +father is away, too, and won’t return till over a week.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” cogitated Lewis, as he carried this information to the +doctor, “that’s very satisfactory, I must say. I wonder what +Doctor Bostwick will think?”</p> + +<p>The principal of Whipford Hall looked puzzled as Archer related to +him the account of Mackerly’s whereabouts, but said nothing except, +“I will communicate with Grant’s father on his return,” and thanked +his schoolmate for the call he had made and bowed him out.</p> + +<p>When the examination took place, Grant Mackerly was still absent, and +it was understood that no word had been received from either himself or +his father.</p> + +<p>As a consequence he was dropped to the foot of the class, and a poor +report was sent to his home.</p> + +<p>Alan was overjoyed to find that he was very near the head, and still +more so when he saw the accounts of his progress in study which was to +be sent to Beniah Evans. The principal complimented him on his good +work, and hoped he would keep it up.</p> + +<p>Alan inwardly resolved to do so, and remit no exertion which would +cause him to forge to the front at Whipford.</p> + +<p>It was now the first week of November, and he had been at the Hall +for nearly two months and was getting along famously with both the +pupils and teachers.</p> + +<p>As far as his intimacy with Cole, Taft and Kimball was concerned, it +continued with unabated ardor and remained unbroken. The four of them +conned their studies over to each other in their rooms, and Alan got +many an idea from the older and more experienced genius of King +Cole.</p> + +<p>As for football, they were the backbone of the team, and many a new +trick in the game was invented by one of them as they sat together in +the autumn nights over the sputtering lamp.</p> + +<p>By the boys of the school they came to be known as the “Big Four,” +and it was to them that every one looked to uphold the honor of the +Hall, both in study and athletics.</p> + +<p>The team kept on practicing with persistent regularity, and the +interest in the championship, which had somewhat abated after the +Jamesville game, now began to arouse, for the Ripley Falls contest was +at hand.</p> + +<p>For three weeks the eleven had had a holiday, and played no heavy +games except on two occasions, when a delegation from the Whipford +Athletic Club had given them a sample of hard playing, and, sad to say, +beaten them on both meetings. It was no wonder, though, for their team +was composed of full-grown young men, some of whom had been to college +and all of whom were in business or lived in the neighborhood.</p> + +<p>It was no disgrace to be defeated by such good material, and while +the Hall team went into the fight with no expectation of winning, they +came out with a great stock of experience and many new points. It was a +good practice to them, and a couple of the Athletic Club players took +their eleven in hand and coached them for a whole week. Every boy was +developing into a fine all-around player.</p> + +<p>One Saturday afternoon in the middle of November, on a dull and +chilly day, the team from the High School at Ripley Falls came over with +a full complement of players, and the whole school to a boy following on +their footsteps.</p> + +<p>They were an enthusiastic but orderly crowd, and had the most +implicit confidence in their team. In truth, their eleven deserved it, +for they had met both Davenport and Jamesville and whipped those teams +by good scores—the former by 16 to 4, the latter by 25 to 8, thus +rendering their chances for the pennant null.</p> + +<p>So far, they had won the same number of games as either the Whipford +or Weston, and stood neck to neck with them in the race.</p> + +<p>There was more uncertainty about to-day’s game than any the Hall boys +had yet played, +<!-- png 61 --> +<span class = "pagenum">814c</span> +but none of them would hear of defeat for an instant.</p> + +<p>“What!” exclaimed Ike Smith, who was worked up to the shouting point, +and who had heard one of the boys express a doubt as to the team’s +ability to win except by a stroke of luck. “What do you say? Our eleven +be frozen out? I guess not, young fellow. Look at Cole, just coming +out of the gymnasium. Why, he’s cooler than most of us. There comes +Heathcote now and Kimball, and there’s Teddy Taft. Hooray for the Big +Four! Come, fellows, let’s give them a cheer.”</p> + +<p>The group of Hall boys whom Ike headed followed his instructions and +gave the four players a rousing yell of encouragement, which was duly +appreciated.</p> + +<p>As the four made their way to the scene of the conflict, Percy’s +field, Ike and his company got together and marched up to the station, +with the purpose of meeting the visitors.</p> + +<p>When the train rolled in, carrying the High School boys, the latter, +on alighting, were both surprised and pleased to see a whole line of +Hall boys drawn up with military precision on the other side of the +road, and saluting the newcomers with uplifted hands.</p> + +<p>The fellows from Ripley Hall formed in twos in short order, and, +escorted by their opponents, proceeded down the road to Percy’s field. +Ike Smith, who was in his element, led the procession, and his proud +strut was something comical to see.</p> + +<p>The appearance of the two contending factions in one parade was a +surprise to the town’s-people who had gathered to see the game, and they +greeted the young collegians with applause.</p> + +<p>After a few preliminary movements, the boys of the opposing schools +settled in one place of their leaders’ choosing, and waited for the +contest to begin.</p> + +<p>The grounds were in fair condition, and had been put in good order by +a number of the boys the day before. They had been measured off under +the supervision of Mr. Nicholson, so that the field was a perfect +rectangle of three hundred and thirty feet in length by one hundred and +sixty in width, the five-yard lines and bounds being marked with streaks +of lime, so that there could be no mistaking them.</p> + +<p>Some of the boys had borrowed a roller from Mr. Percy, and by dint of +much work had succeeded in leveling the field and pressing down the +uneven spots. Although it was a fair place for playing, and, as the +small field directly back of the Hall could not be utilized, this was of +very good service. Unlike the Davenport grounds there was no stand, and +the spectators moved from one end of the field to the other, keeping +pace with the players. As the boys would rather stand than sit, it made +no difference to them, and the majority of the others had vehicles in +which they stood to view the play.</p> + +<p>“Oh, if we only had the athletic grounds!” remarked Archer, who was +gotten up in the height of fashion and carried a cane on which was a +yard or so of blue ribbon. “That’s the place for a game.”</p> + +<p>“It costs too much,” replied Ike, “and we can’t very well charge an +admission.”</p> + +<p>“They’re fine grounds and no mistake,” said another. “But here come +the teams. Little Dick Percy is running ahead.”</p> + +<p>In another moment the two elevens had vaulted the rails and burst +into the grounds amid the cheers of their respective schoolmates.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXVII.<br> +<span class = "subhead">A CLOSE CONTEST WITH THE HIGH +SCHOOL.</span></h4> + +<p>The visiting team had changed their clothing in the gymnasium, and in +company with some of the Hall eleven had set off for the grounds. Cole +and Kimball had been trying for goals for some time, and when the rest +came on they ceased practice and joined the eleven. After a few minutes’ +preparatory work in kicking and passing, the two teams stopped while the +captains tossed up for choice of the ball or position. Cole won and +decided to keep the ball. The referee was a member of the Whipford +Athletic Club and the umpire was from Davenport. As both were well +acquainted with the rules of the game, there was no question of any +disputed point remaining unsettled. Time for the play was called.</p> + +<p>“Oh, now, fellows,” pleaded Ike Smith, “do your level best and beat +’em.”</p> + +<p>“You bet they will,” said Archer, emphatically. “Look at George +Shriver getting ready to spring at the ball. George means business and +no mistake.”</p> + +<p>“And look at little Dick Percy dancing around with his hands ready +for service,” added Ike. “Isn’t he a little wonder now?”</p> + +<p>The ball was placed in the centre of the field. The rushers of the +High School eleven stood leaning forward expectantly, waiting the moment +of charging. They were obliged to stand ten yards from the front of the +leather sphere, the movements of which decided the fate of the game. It +was plain to be seen they knew their business and were of much superior +stuff to the members of the +<!-- png 62 --> +<span class = "pagenum">814d</span> +Davenport and Jamesville teams. Their captain held the position of right +half-back, and from that place gave his commands to the players, who +were well trained and drilled in the intricacies of team work. On the +other side the Hall team was the same that had played the game at +Jamesville and looked like sure winners to a disinterested outsider. +Wilcox and Mackerly were the substitute half-backs, and there were a +dozen other players to be put on in case of necessity. But the latter +named was still absent, much to the disgust of everybody, and as his +non-appearance was unexplained, it was naturally put down to sulkiness +and lack of school patriotism.</p> + +<p>In the first exciting minutes his absence was not noticed by all, and +attention was earnestly concentrated on the opening of the match that +was to decide if Ripley Falls or Whipford should have the best chance +for the pennant and should battle with the presumably successful +Weston.</p> + +<p>Teddy Taft, amid a death-like silence, advanced to the middle of the +field, followed by all his supporters, and slowly picked up the +ball.</p> + +<p>He was the apex of a triangle of boys, who were ready to rush down +the field the instant the ball was put into play. Dick Percy crouched +behind him with extended hands ready to receive it.</p> + +<p>The centre-rusher held the ball for a moment, and then passed it to +the active quarter-back, who in turn passed it to Harry Kimball, and in +the centre of the V, and protected by its side, the latter tore +diagonally down the field for a gain of forty feet, until he was held by +the rushers of the other side, who had finally broken through.</p> + +<p>Quickly the teams lined up in the scrimmage, and Alan ran around the +ends for a good gain.</p> + +<p>Then, unfortunately, the Hall boys could not advance another yard, +owing to the active tackling of the High School players, and on four +downs, without a five-yard gain, the ball went to their opponents.</p> + +<p>Then ensued a battle royal for the next quarter of an hour. Ripley +Falls struggled hard to advance the leather into Whipford’s land, with +some small success, but being in danger of losing the ball on downs, it +was passed to their full-back, who punted it away up the field close to +the blue’s goal-line.</p> + +<p>It was caught by Cole, who no sooner clutched it than he was seized +and held by the boys of the white and purple—the colors of the +High School. He grasped it firmly, and was allowed a fair catch.</p> + +<p>This gave Whipford the kick-off, and the ball was punted up the field +with the whole eleven on its track.</p> + +<p>Upon lining up for the scrimmage, McKenzie, the right end of the Hall +team, broke through and was down on the captain of their opponents +before the latter could run with the ball.</p> + +<p>It was a big loss for Ripley, and when Adams, the left end, did the +same thing an instant later, the noise from the Hall boys along the +bounds was ear-piercing.</p> + +<p>When it looked as if the captain of the High School eleven was good +for a run the whole length of the field, with only Heathcote and Cole in +front of him, and was very neatly stopped by the former with a gain of a +few yards only and the loss of the ball, the racket was tremendous.</p> + +<p>Then the blues did some tall playing. They had the ball and meant to +keep it, and surely was it forced to within a couple of yards of the +goal-line of the purple and white.</p> + +<p>The next play of the Hall team settled the question, for when Dick +Percy received the ball from Teddy Taft, instead of throwing it to +Heathcote, as the enemy expected, it was passed over to Adams, who, with +Shriver, Heathcote and Cole pushing him, crossed the line and touched +the ball down amid the plaudits of their schoolmates.</p> + +<p>As the touch-down was made near the centre of the goal immediately +under the cross-bar, Cole had no difficult task to kick a goal.</p> + +<p>It had been hard work, but was accomplished nicely, and the boys from +Whipford felt highly elated, while the High School fellows looked +mournful.</p> + +<p>The first half ended without any further scoring, and the contestants +threw their sweaters over their shoulders and retired to their benches +for a rest, while their supporters talked the game over.</p> + +<p>“I don’t see Grant Mackerly,” remarked a boy, looking over all the +wearers of football costumes. “What in the world has become of him?”</p> + +<p>“Well, he might as well stay away,” declared the ever-ready Ike. +“He’s not needed in this game, anyhow. Alan Heathcote is doing the work +of two like him. Now look how he stopped that half-back of the Ripley’s! +Wasn’t that fine? Just like clock-work!”</p> + +<p>“No question about that,” admitted Archer. “I thought for sure +that fellow was headed for a touch-down, but Heathcote brought him to +grass as neat as a whistle. He certainly is a plucky player.”</p> + +<p>The sentiment among all the boys was practically to the same +effect.</p> + +<!-- png 63 --> +<span class = "pagenum">815a</span> +<p>Meanwhile the conversation among the members of the team was of a +decidedly earnest character. None of them shared the confidence of their +schoolfellows in regard to winning by a large score, for they knew that +the boys of the striped stockings had played a skillful and a bold +game—a game that was persistent and wearing, and which might turn +the tables the other way in the next half. So they took counsel together +as they collected about their captain.</p> + +<p>“Play a defensive game next half,” directed the latter. “Don’t try to +roll up points, but let them do the struggling. We’re ahead, and we must +keep ahead. And, by all means, keep your eyes on those half-backs. +I tell you that captain of theirs—Young, I think his +name is—is a splendid player. He’s full of tricks, and he hasn’t +showed us them yet, and I look for a surprise in the next half.”</p> + +<p>“I tell you,” said Shriver, as he wiped the perspiration from his +forehead, “that fellow opposite me is giving me all I care to attend to. +I’m pretty nearly done up trying to get past him.”</p> + +<p>Cole looked alarmed.</p> + +<p>“You’re not going to peg out, are you?” he questioned. “I told +you, Shriver, that you didn’t pay enough attention to your training and +kept too late hours. Now you see the result of it.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll stand up against them,” declared Shriver, “if I have to be +carried off the field in a wheelbarrow. Never worry for me, Cole.”</p> + +<p>“Time!” called the umpire at this point.</p> + +<p>“Well, now for the pennant, boys,” said Cole, encouragingly.</p> + +<p>And the two elevens walked out for the last effort.</p> + +<p>“High School’s ball,” announced the referee.</p> + +<p>And on the word that team pounced upon it and carried it ten yards +down the field toward Whipford’s goal.</p> + +<p>The vim and energy of their playing was certainly phenomenal, and +they dashed aside the opposition like charging war horses. Next a most +alarming thing occurred, and it was no easy matter to say how it +happened. It was one of the tricks of that captain of the High School +eleven. His team had gained no ground since the first rush, and, rather +than give the ball to his adversaries openly, it was expected that on +the eve of the fourth down he would send it to the full-back for a kick. +But before any one could realize the trick, the quarter-back threw the +oval to the left half-back, and that player dashed through an opening in +the rush line between Emmons and Blake, respectively the right guard and +right tackle of the Hall, and, before he could be stopped by Kimball and +Cole on that side, had made fully thirty yards.</p> + +<p>Everybody was dumfounded but the High School boys, who waved their +purple and white flags and shrieked themselves hoarse. It was certainly +a fine play, and merited all the applause it received.</p> + +<p>It brought the ball to within a yard of Whipford’s goal-line. Do all +they could, it was an impossibility to stop the next move, which was to +force the right-guard of the Ripley Falls team across the line and score +a touch-down.</p> + +<p>As the goal was kicked from it, a sigh of despair arose from +three-score youthful Whipford followers, and three-score hearts felt as +heavy as lead.</p> + +<p>Their eleven had lost the lead, and the points were even on each +side—six to six.</p> + +<p>What would the rushing team of the High School do next?</p> + +<p class = "center"> +[TO BE CONTINUED.]</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h4 class = "boldf"><a name = "snow_flea" id = "snow_flea"> +COLORADO SNOW FLEA.</a></h4> + +<p>The observing Colorado miner cannot furnish you scientific names, yet +he will tell you at once that red snow is caused by the snow flea. The +snow flea is very small. It would require about fifty of them to equal +their larger brother of the East in size.</p> + +<p>A person walking upright might think the snow covered by a very fine +dust, but if your eyes are good, and you place your face within eighteen +or twenty inches of the snow, you can easily discern the snow flea. +Although so small as to be almost imperceptible to the naked eye, yet +they are most active, jumping from twelve to fifteen inches.</p> + +<p>To the naked eye they appear to be dark brown in color, but under a +good microscope they would be found to be a reddish brown. During cold +weather they stay under the bark of trees, but when it is a nice, warm +day, and the sun shines brightly, you can find them on the southern and +eastern slopes of the mountains, where they can get the direct rays of +the sun.</p> + +<p>During the day they will ascend the mountains, sometimes far above +the timber line. When the sun disappears and it gets cold, the snow flea +freezes to death. During the winter great numbers will be thus frozen, +and their dead bodies color the snow.</p> + +<p>Foot trails upon the south and east sides of the mountains will, if +it be a hard winter, +<!-- png 64 --> +<span class = "pagenum">815b</span> +be colored, for when the snow flea strikes a deep trail through the +snow, millions upon millions of them never get out, but perish from the +cold dining the night. Besides, a man with a good-sized foot might kill +from one thousand to ten thousand of them every step.</p> + +<p>The snow flea favors the south and east sides of the mountains, and +it is there you will find the red snow. The non-observing will say there +is no such thing as snow fleas, because they have never seen them, but +you can easily prove to them, if you will look upon the right kind of a +day, that they do exist in countless numbers.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h3><a name = "quarrel" id = "quarrel"> +A QUARREL, AND HOW IT ENDED.</a></h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<h6>BY ABBIE M. GANNETT.</h6> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>Father was mad clear through! He gave Mr. Ridlet one look and walked +off without a word.</p> + +<p>That broke up everything between Bub Ridlet and me.</p> + +<p>Was Bub going to speak to a boy whose father stole from his father? +Was I going to speak to Bub, when his father accused mine of +stealing?</p> + +<p>We’d been great chums, chestnutted, set snares, skated, fished and +gone winters to the district school together. Our houses were within a +stone’s throw of each other, and no others nearer than a quarter of a +mile. Never had an evening come but I was at Bub’s or Bub +with us.</p> + +<p>The change came hard, and it came hard on our mothers.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Ridlet would come over to ask if mother could spare a couple of +eggs. Mother would run to the barn and come back with half a dozen, +saying:</p> + +<p>“Don’t mind about returning them. I’ve so many, I like to get +rid of them.”</p> + +<p>Mother would go to Mrs. Ridlet’s and say she’d like to borrow a pound +or two of butter. Her cream didn’t “come good” these cold days. Bub’s +mother would give her a big pat, with a bunch of grapes stamped +on it.</p> + +<p>“Don’t you fetch it back, Mrs. Pomfrey,” she would say. “I’ve so much +that I shall never miss it.”</p> + +<p>Now, when they met, they would not look at each other.</p> + +<p>Six months passed, and we were lonesome as could be. But we would +have bitten our tongues off rather than speak to the Ridlets.</p> + +<p>I didn’t have a speck of fun. I’d go swimming, but what’s swimming +all to yourself? or tramping, but what’s tramping alone? or setting +snares, or anything?</p> + +<p>I knew father missed Mr. Ridlet on wet days, when they had used to +sit in the barn talking over crops and stock, but he never +let on.</p> + +<p>Mother would look out of the window as if expecting some one; then +she’d turn away and sigh. But she never spoke Bub’s mother’s +name—not once.</p> + +<p>I saw Bub running toward our house one day, and thought he was coming +in. But no. He ran past without looking up.</p> + +<p>It didn’t seem much use to do anything—that is, if you wanted +to get any fun out of it.</p> + +<p>I never knew exactly what Mr. Ridlet accused father of stealing, and +it seems mother didn’t know, either, until one day, six months after the +quarrel, when father said:</p> + +<p>“I’d like to know if Ridlet’s found his wife’s silver dollars.”</p> + +<p>“Was it those he lost?” asked mother, speaking quickly.</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Ridlet’s been three years saving them. She said she meant to +have a dozen as nice silver forks as could be made. She thought it would +take about thirty-six dollars.”</p> + +<p>“She had just thirty-six. She’d sent them to town by Ridlet, but the +jeweler wouldn’t agree to make the forks for less than forty dollars. +Ridlet says he brought them back, but it seems they were gone when he +got home.”</p> + +<p>“And he accused you of taking Mrs. Ridlet’s money,” said mother. +“Now, I’ll <i>never</i> speak to her.”</p> + +<p>“It’s odd where the money went,” continued father. “You know I +borrowed his wagon to go to town, a few minutes after he came home. He +said he put the package on the wagon-seat, and got out to unharness the +horse. Before he had done so, Elijah Bangs came in at the south door of +the barn, all excitement about his sick cow. He wanted Ridlet to see the +animal—he had been so unlucky about curing his own sick cattle. +While they were talking, I came in to borrow the wagon. Ridlet, who +was going off with Bangs, said ‘Yes,’ hurriedly, forgetting all about +the silver dollars, so he says; and he says nobody came into the barn +but me and Mr. Bangs, and, as Bangs came in at the south door, he wasn’t +near the wagon. Ridlet never thought of the silver till he was +<!-- png 65 --> +<span class = "pagenum">815c</span> +half-way to Mr. Bangs’; but he did not worry, knowing it was safe +with me.”</p> + +<p>“Did he say, out-and-out, you’d taken it?” asked mother.</p> + +<p>“No; but he said it was mighty queer a man could miss seeing a +package as big as that. There was no use looking for it, or advertising +for it; he knew that it was on that wagon-seat. I fired up and +said, ‘Do you think I took it?’ He didn’t answer; and that +settled it.”</p> + +<p>“Well, if ever he does find it, I’ll never have anything to do with +them,” said mother. “Suspect you of keeping her fork-money!”</p> + +<p>“It’s very odd where it went,” repeated father.</p> + +<p>“I am glad you’ve spoken at last. It’s been on my mind more than +anything. I thought you might have misunderstood him, and was over +touchy; but—her money!”</p> + +<p>Father made no reply; and from that time mother stopped looking down +the road.</p> + +<p>Finding out just what Mr. Ridlet accused father of, made the +estrangement between Bub and me seem worse. Our going together would +never be fixed up now. I had hoped our fathers would, some time, +settle things. It was tough. I couldn’t put my mind to anything, +mother noticed.</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter, Seth?” she asked. “Aren’t you well?” she went on, +seeing I didn’t answer. “You don’t eat much, and you are moping all the +time. How would you like your Cousin Mel to visit you a while?”</p> + +<p>I rushed off. Mel was a real softy, with shining shoes, slick hair, +and all that. About as ready to go on a tramp as a girl. I couldn’t +bear the thought of him.</p> + +<p>I went under the grape vine that grows over the trellis between Mr. +Ridlet’s garden and ours.</p> + +<p>I threw myself down, looking up into the leaves, making a mat +overhead, and counting the green bunches, as if that was great fun.</p> + +<p>It was a hot day—such a day as one likes to creep along +barefooted in the wet grass by the brooks, fishing-pole in <ins class = +"correction" title = "text reads ‘had’">hand</ins>.</p> + +<p>I thought of Bub, and how, if things had been all right, we’d been +ready to start off, and, well—</p> + +<p>Then I heard some one pulling apart the vines against the fence, and +the next minute I sprung up as if I was shot, for Bub’s voice, rather +shaky, called:</p> + +<p>“Seth!”</p> + +<p>I turned my back on him.</p> + +<p>“Please, Seth!”</p> + +<p>I wouldn’t speak.</p> + +<p>“Say, father will give me a licking, and if you’ll only speak to your +father—say, Seth! Seth!”</p> + +<p>I was half-way to the house.</p> + +<p>His voice ought to have made anybody turn back, but I wouldn’t stop. +He hadn’t spoken to me for over six months and his father was to blame, +and now he spoke because he was going to get a licking. I didn’t +think any boy would be such a coward. It didn’t seem like Bub.</p> + +<p>Once I felt like running over to his house—I had seen him sneak +back—then I was mad at myself for wanting to go there.</p> + +<p>What wouldn’t I have given afterwards if I had gone?</p> + +<p>After supper, as father and I were passing the Ridlets’, we heard +Bub’s howls. They came from the barn.</p> + +<p>Father had been almost as fond of Bub as of me. When he heard the +cries, he stopped short. For a minute we didn’t hear any more, only Mr. +Ridlet scolding hot and heavy, and Bub trying to put in a word or +two.</p> + +<p>He was a dreadful quick-tempered man, and, when angry, hardly knew +what he did.</p> + +<p>Bub’s howls began again. Father couldn’t stand it. He made for the +barn.</p> + +<p>“What’s this?” said he.</p> + +<p>There stood Bub, with his jacket off, and his father, with a big, +tough switch in his hand.</p> + +<p>“This?” responded Mr. Ridlet, his teeth fairly chattering in his +wrath. “This? It’s that this boy deserves the confoundedest whipping a +boy ever had—and I’m giving it to him!”</p> + +<p>He lifted the switch, and Bub yelled before it touched him. +I knew he had been hurt pretty bad.</p> + +<p>“Oh, now, neighbor,” said father, putting out his hand to prevent the +switch from coming down, “your boy can’t have done anything so terribly +bad. I’ve always thought a lot of your boy. Haven’t you punished him +about enough?”</p> + +<p>“Hasn’t done anything bad, hasn’t he? Oh, no! He hasn’t been the one +to know about his mother’s fork money, and not say a word, and let the +mischief be to play between two families? Take that!”</p> + +<p>Down came the switch. Poor Bub’s screams made my ears ring. +I would not have got that crack for twice the money in +question.</p> + +<p>“There, neighbor,” interposed father, taking hold of the rod. +“I insist on your telling me all about Bub and the money, since I +was accused of having it. Bub didn’t steal it?”</p> + +<p>“No, no, no!” protested Bub. “I forgot, +<!-- png 66 --> +<span class = "pagenum">815d</span> +that’s all. I took it and forgot it. That’s all, Mr. Pomfrey. +Father knows that’s all.”</p> + +<p>He took on awfully, but it was the pain. I could see he’d done +no wrong.</p> + +<p>“How did you take it? Come, Bub, tell me all about it,” coaxed +father.</p> + +<p>“It’s a pretty story,” burst out Mr. Ridlet. “A boy old enough +to know something takes a package of silver dollars for nails! Nails! +Takes it and tosses it into the old carriage room, where it gets covered +up, and never comes to sight till to-day. And our two families set +together by the ears in consequence, and not speaking for half a year. +Tell me a boy doing such a senseless thing as that doesn’t deserve a +whipping?”</p> + +<p>“But I forgot it, father,” pleaded poor Bub.</p> + +<p>“Has your wife’s money been found?” said father, looking real +pleased. “Why, that’s the best news I’ve heard this long while. You and +your wife must be glad. I would hear Bub’s story through before +giving him such a whipping. Found it in the old carriage room? He put it +there by mistake?”</p> + +<p>“Mistake!” roared Mr. Ridlet. “If it was by mistake, why didn’t he +remember it? It’s a likely story! I asked him over and over again +where he was that morning.”</p> + +<p>“You see I clean forgot it, Mr. Pomfrey,” sobbed Bub, not daring to +speak to his father, “for I just ran in to see if father had got the +nails I wanted, when I heard Seth outside. He’d come to get me to go out +in his new boat. We had agreed to go that day. You see I asked father to +get the nails for Seth to finish up the boat with; but Seth had found +some. The good time I had that day just put everything else out of my +mind. Then, not having anything more to do with Seth kinder mixed me up +afterwards,” explained Bub; “made me forget worse, I suppose.”</p> + +<p>“How happened it to turn up at last?” asked father.</p> + +<p>“Why, Bub was rummaging round this morning, and he lighted on it, he +says,” replied Mr. Ridlet. “Says he was so scared, he didn’t dare to +tell me till to-night.”</p> + +<p>Here Bub looked at me, and I understood how he wanted me to tell +father when he had spoken to me under the grape vine. That would make it +easier with his father.</p> + +<p>I felt mighty mean then, I can tell you.</p> + +<p>“Throw down your switch, neighbor,” said father. “You’ve got an +honest boy, and that’s a fact. When I found you whipping him, I was +dreadfully afraid of something bad. Why, neighbor, we’re all liable to +forget; it’s human nature.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Ridlet looked down.</p> + +<p>“Your boy’s an honest boy,” repeated father. (How thankfully Bub +looked at him!) “You yourself, Mr. Ridlet, forgot the silver, when you +started for Mr. Bangs’,” continued father, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>Mr. Ridlet looked foolish. He drew a step nearer father, dropping the +switch.</p> + +<p>“There’s one thing I’m not likely to forget,” said he, “and that is, +my wronging you as I did. But I wish <i>you’d</i> forget it, neighbor. +I offer my apologies.”</p> + +<p>He held out his hand. Father took it, smilingly.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps we’d both better forget the whole thing,” +rejoined he.</p> + +<p>“Bub,” said Mr. Ridlet, “run into the house and tell your mother that +I’ve asked Mr. and Mrs. Pomfrey to spend the evening with us. Tell her +to set out her best cake and that basket of blackhearts.”</p> + +<p>Bub and I looked at each other, and then we ran in together.</p> + +<p>“Why, Seth! Why, Seth!” exclaimed his mother.</p> + +<p>When my mother came over, the two women hugged each other and cried a +little.</p> + +<p>Father and Mr. Ridlet sat side by side the whole evening long, +talking stock.</p> + +<p>Mother and Mrs. Ridlet sewed industriously, now and then looking up +at each other and laughing.</p> + +<p>After Bub and I had filled up on cake and cherries, we made molasses +candy and planned for a tramp up Wachuset next morning.</p> + +<p>Getting put out with folks is bad, but isn’t making up about O.K?</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<h4><a name = "unlucky_days" id = "unlucky_days"> +UNLUCKY DAYS FOR ROYALTY.</a></h4> + +<p>Thursday, the day upon which the late Prince Albert Edward died, is +an unlucky day for English royalty, four sovereigns—Henry VIII, +Edward VI, Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth—having died on that day, +but a far more fatal day is Saturday.</p> + +<p>During the past two hundred years, for instance, William III died on +Saturday, March 18, 1702; Queen Anne died on Saturday, March 14, 1714; +George I died on Saturday, June 10, 1727; George II died on Saturday, +October 25, 1760; George III died on Saturday, January 29, 1820; George +IV died on Saturday, June 26, 1830; the Duchess of Kent, the present +queen’s mother, died on Saturday, March 16, 1861; the Prince Consort, +Queen Victoria’s husband, died on Saturday, December 14, 1861, and the +Princess Alice, her daughter, died on Saturday, December, 14, 1878.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 67 --> +<span class = "pagenum">816a</span> + +<div class = "wrinkles"> + +<h3><a name = "droll" id = "droll"> +DROLL AND DELIGHTFUL.</a></h3> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p>—Now is the time to kick. The football season is here.</p> + +<p>—Any loafer will tell you that half a loaf is better than +none.</p> + +<p>—“A little of this will go a grate weigh,” said the man who was +preparing a load of coal.</p> + +<p>—Bertha breaks her doll, and it is sent out to be repaired. +A few days later, Bertha goes to the store after it, but it cannot +be found.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Her name is Marguerite,” she explains, to +facilitate the search.</p> + +<p>—“Well, Tommy,” said the visitor, “how do you like your baby +brother?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Oh, lots and lots—only I don’t think he’s +very bright!”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Why not?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“We’ve had him nearly two weeks now, and he hasn’t +said a word to anybody.”</p> + +<div class = "verse"> +<p>—The letter S, we must confess.</p> +<p class = "indent"> +Was never made in vain,</p> +<p>For, take it from your “stars and stripes,”</p> +<p class = "indent"> +But tar and tripe remain.</p> +</div> + +<p>—“Is that really a glass eye?” said Maude to the optician.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Yes, miss.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“How strange! it is not transparent. How does the +wearer see through it?”</p> + +<p>—A little girl, aged nine, called her father to her bedside the +other evening.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Papa,” said the little diplomat, “I want to ask +your advice.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Well, my little dear, what is it about?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“What do you think would be best to give me on my +birthday?”</p> + +<p>—Little Girl: “I wish I was an angel.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Little Boy: “Why?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Little Girl: “Then I wouldn’t be ’fraid of +ghosts.”</p> + +<p>—Small boy: “Been fishing, mister?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Man: “Yes.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Small boy: “Can’t I sell you some fish?”</p> + +<p>—Perry has a very musical father and mother, and the little lad +knows good music from bad. His parents live in a city flat, and in the +flat just above it one afternoon a young lady was trying to sing and not +succeeding at all. Perry listened with a frowning brow for some time, +and then said to his grandmother:</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“If this keeps up much longer, grandma, +I shall die. And what do you think you’ll do?”</p> + +<!-- png 68 --> +<span class = "pagenum">816b</span> +<p>—Little Harold, out walking with his mamma, saw some men +lifting a square piano from which the legs had been taken, as usual, for +convenience in removal, and a happy thought struck him.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Mamma, didn’t you tell me the other day that our +piano was an upright?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Yes, dear. Why?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Well, if ours is an upright, this must be a +downright.”</p> + +<div class = "verse"> +<p>—The small boy taunts the teacher new,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +And she in vain may fret,</p> +<p>She knows, whatever he may do,</p> +<p class = "indent"> +He’s “mommer’s little pet.”</p> +</div> + +<p>—Mamma lay on the lounge, with her face toward the ceiling, +when Jamie, who lay beside her, asked her to “look.” Mamma turned her +eyes and looked at him, without moving her head.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“No, no, mamma!” burst out the little fellow. +“I want you to look at me with your nose.”</p> + +<p>—“Did you ever take a bicycle trip, Smithers?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Once.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Where did you go?”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Straight over on my neck.”</p> + +<p>—“Cousin Edith, you can’t send money in a letter.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Why, Bessie, what ever made you think that? I’ve +sent it that way lots of times.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Well, I’m sure it’s wrong, because I’ve seen it +printed on the fences to ‘post no bills.’”</p> + +<p>—Contentment makes pudding of cold potatoes.</p> + +<p>—“That wall-paper has a very cold look,” said a customer to a +dealer.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“Well, you see, it is intended for a frieze,” was +the dealer’s reply.</p> + +<p>—“I have a notion to break your face,” said the boy to his +watch.</p> + +<p class = "nospace">“You may even do that,” said the watch, bravely, +“but you can never make me run.”</p> + +<p>—A copper trust—Giving a policeman credit for +peanuts.</p> + +<p>—Lady: “A ticket for me and two halves for my sons.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Ticket seller: “Excuse me, madam, but one of your +sons is much older than twelve years.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Lady: “What of that? The other is as much under +twelve years as the older is over twelve, so they only aggregate twelve +years.”</p> + +<p class = "nospace">Ticket-seller: “Excuse me; not to-day.”</p> + +</div> <!-- end div wrinkles --> + +<!-- png 70 --> +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/pic18.png" width = "371" height = "497" +alt = "see caption"></p> + +<p class = "caption"> +CIVIL ENGINEERING IN THE TROPICS—BRIDGING THE RAPIDS.</p> + +<p class = "fancyline"> </p> + +<!-- png 69 --> +<span class = "pagenum">816c</span> + +<div class = "letters"> + +<h4 class = "boldf"><a name = "letters" id = "letters"> +OUR LETTER BOX.</a></h4> + +<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" +alt = "-->" align = "left"> +The postal laws requite all manuscripts to be prepaid at letter +rates—two cents for each ounce or fraction thereof—and +manuscripts, sent in rolls or open wrappers, are not exempt from this +provision. The large number of manuscripts reaching this office every +day, on which postage is due, compels us in future to allow such matter +to remain in the post office, unclaimed.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Declined.</span>—October—A Talk +With Santa Claus—Nina—A Hallowe’en Night—Sleep +On—Who?—Blue-Eyed Nell—Mama, Sew the +Pieces In.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Bert E.</span>—Postage-stamp mucilage +is prepared as follows: Gum dextrine, 2 parts; acetic acid, 1 part; +water, 5 parts. Dissolve in a water-bath and add 1 part of alcohol.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Alan Heathcote.</span>—A. A. +Zimmerman made a mile on a Safety bicycle in 2 min. 6 4-5 secs. at +Springfield, Mass., September 9, 1892. W. Windle, on September 29, +1892, at the same place, made 3 miles in 7 min. 4 3-5 secs; 4 miles in 9 +min. 26 3-5 secs., and 5 miles in 11 min. 41 secs.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Camden.</span>—1. His Royal Highness +Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, is alive and hearty, at the age of +fifty-one. 2. A silver dollar of 1827 has no premium value. +3. See “The Average Boy,” No. 50, Vol. 12, <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>. 4. There are a number of dealers in +printers’ supplies in Philadelphia, and your best plan would be to go to +them for a list of prices.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">A. W. Ouldbe.</span>—1. See answer to +“Doc,” No. 41, Vol. 13. 2. The salary of an electrical +engineer varies with his knowledge, position and scope of his duties. +There are always positions for experts, but, as in every other +profession, the beginner must commence at the foot and work his way up. +Colleges do not secure situations for their graduates; they must do that +for themselves.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">A. G. M. and Others.</span>—<span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is pleased to receive letters of +commendation of the excellent serials which are a feature of the paper, +but for obvious reasons we cannot remove the disguises which the authors +choose to throw around their characters. It frequently happens that +living characters are portrayed, who, though they do not object to +having their adventures described, might not like the publication of +their real names, residence or other personal particulars.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">A. T. Reynolds.</span>—The largest +bell in the world is the “Czar Kolokol,” or King of Bells, cast in +Moscow in 1734, during the reign of the Empress Anna. It is 21 feet high +and the same in diameter, and weighs 193 tons. During a fire in 1737 it +fell to the ground, a large piece being broken out in the fall and +remained sunk in the earth until 1837. In that year it was raised and +now forms the dome of a small chapel made by excavating the space below +it. The worshipers enter through the opening where the bell was broken +by the fall. It is very unlikely that any attempt will ever be made to +restore it to its former use.</p> + +<!-- png 71 --> +<p>H. O. A.—In light oak graining, the ground coat is yellow ochre +and the graining coat raw umber. House painters are not thoroughly +agreed on graining for oak and walnut, so that they do not always mix +the same shades; in fact, since there is no school of house painting, it +is largely a matter of individual taste and skill.</p> + +<p>T. P.—The first and second volumes of <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, being out of print, are not for sale at +this office, and naturally command a premium when sold by other parties. +Bound volumes are usually quoted at ten dollars, and higher prices may +have been given. They may be had, however, occasionally through the +medium of our exchange columns.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">A Subscriber.</span>—1. The U.S. navy +now has 116 vessels of all kinds, of which 44 are building or not in +commission. 2. The greatest war ship of the English navy, and also +the greatest in the world, is the Royal Sovereign, 380 feet in length, +75 feet in breadth, and of a displacement of 14,150 tons. The armament +consists of four 13½-inch guns, ten 6-inch quick-firing guns, and +twenty-five 6-pounder and 3-pounder machine guns.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Don’t Know.</span>—Upon meeting a +young married woman, upon her return from her wedding journey, it would +be proper to congratulate her and wish her happiness in her new +relation; but, if you had not previously known her in a single state, a +simple acknowledgment of the introduction is all that would be +necessary.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Archy Tect.</span>—A knowledge of +geometry is essential to a successful architect; in fact, he should be +expert in all branches of mathematics, as well as a good draughtsman. +See answer to “Arch-I-Tect,” in No. 42, Vol. 13, for your other +questions, to which it is only necessary to add that architects are paid +according to contract only.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">J. B. McF.</span>—A tun is a certain +measure for liquids, as for wine, and its capacity equals two pipes, or +four hogsheads, or 252 gallons. Being a measure, a tun may be made of +any shape, so that the capacity is neither increased <ins class = +"correction" title = "text unchanged: error for ‘nor’?">or</ins> +diminished. Any school arithmetic treats of this subject under the head +of “measures.”</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">An Old Reader.</span>—We do not think +it would serve any good purpose to publish a list of the serial stories +which have appeared in <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> +since the first issue. They average more than twenty complete serials to +the volume, and the titles are included in the annual index. If you, who +have read the paper since the first volume, wish to refresh your memory, +indexes will be sent you free, on receipt of your real name and +address.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">D. Embe.</span>—Rotting tree-stumps +may be easily removed in this way: With a one-and-a-quarter-inch auger, +bore a hole in the centre of the stump, eighteen inches deep, and put in +twenty ounces of saltpetre; fill the hole with water and plug it tight. +In the spring, take out the plug, pour into the hole a half-pint of +crude petroleum and set it on fire. The stump will burn and smolder to +the end of the roots, leaving nothing but ashes.</p> + +<!-- png 72 --> +<span class = "pagenum">816d</span> +<p>H. H. P. L.—From No. 1, of Vol. 13, up to No. 33, of the +same volume, the following-named serials were begun. The Young Engineer, +The Hermit’s Protege, Little Miss Muffet, An Unpremeditated Journey, +Johnny Henry’s Cruise on the Spanish Main, The Mystery of Valentine +Stanlock, Lost In a Ceylon Jungle, Adrift From Home, Crowded Out, In +Hostile Hands, In the Homes of the Cliff Dwellers, Una, Lost in the +Slave Land, Smack Boys and Judge Dockett’s Grandson.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">No Name.</span>—1. When tinware is +worn until the iron shows, it can be retinned by dipping it again; but +the process would be too expensive, except as an experiment. It would +first have to be washed in a chemical bath, and then dipped the same as +tin plates. 2. Poultry raising is undoubtedly a profitable +business, if followed intelligently, and is best done on an extensive +scale, with the benefit of modern appliances. In Eastern cities, eggs +and poultry bring very high prices during nine months of the year, and +the demand is always in excess of the supply. You may gain some valuable +hints on this subject by reading “Practicable and Profitable Poultry +Keeping,” Nos. 13 and 14, and “Nell’s Chicken Farm,” No. 18, Vol. +13, <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Detective.</span>—If you have any +serious notion of being a detective, the best thing for you to do is +disabuse your mind of the idea. A boy who can speak three languages +and writes shorthand should secure a situation in the office of a +steamship company or a large importing house which has foreign +correspondents. Such talents would be thrown away in the detective +business, which is not the lucrative profession you imagine. The best +detectives are now in the employ of the national government or city +authorities, and the supply at all times exceeds the demand. At the +beginning you could not expect more than three or four dollars a day, +and only during the time you were employed, and the rewards of which you +have read so much would go to the agency, and not to the men who do the +work.</p> + +<p>C. O. P.—1. The famous liberty bell still hangs in the corridor +of Independence Hall, in Philadelphia, although it is proposed to take +it to Chicago to exhibit during the Columbian Exposition. No proposition +has ever been made to melt it and recast the metal into two smaller +bells, as such a proceeding would justly be regarded as little short of +sacrilege. 2. There are many kinds of pigeons, but only two +kinds—the common pigeon and the turtle dove—have been tamed. +All the fancy breeds now raised come from the common pigeon, which is +descended from the wild rock pigeon or rock dove. The carrier pigeon is +a special breed, larger than the common pigeon, with a long, slim neck, +with a piece of naked skin across its bill and hanging down on each +side. Carrier pigeons have been known from the most ancient times, +especially in the East.</p> + +<p>F. C.—1. By the census of 1890, the Indian population of the +United States, exclusive of Alaska, is set down at 249,273. Of these, +133,382 are at schools or on reservations, under the control of the +Indian Bureau; 66,289 are included in the five civilized tribes of +Cherokees, Chickasaws, Choctaws, Creeks and Seminoles; the pueblos of +New Mexico contain 8278; the Cherokees of North Carolina and the Six +Nations of New York number 6189; Indians taxed or taxable, 32,567; and +the remainder are prisoners of war or in jail for state offenses. +2. Admission to the Columbian Exposition has been fixed at fifty +cents, for young and old. 3. The London-Paris telephone is open to +the public on week days from 8 A.M. to 8 P.M., and the charge is two +dollars for three minutes’ conversation. The distance by wire is nearly +170 miles. 4. The nearest telephone office in your city will give +you distances and rates. 5. Your handwriting is plain and +legible.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Napoleon I.</span>—1. Although +Napoleon Bonaparte is still idolized by the French nation and has +elsewhere many ardent admirers it is now generally conceded that all his +deeds sprung from personal ambition and that he had little of that love +of country which characterized Washington. No one can call him a +patriot; he was a soldier imbued with the love of conquest, and as such +was merciless and even cruel. In his private life he was by no means a +model, and his divorcing Josephine for State reasons has been generally +condemned. He was perhaps the greatest soldier that ever lived, at any +rate dividing the honors with Julius Cæsar, but many greater men have +lived, if we may define greatness as that which confers the most good +upon mankind. 2. If a boy could have the personal tuition of an +expert civil engineer he could learn the profession, but the easiest and +quickest way is to take a college course and then go to work as an +assistant.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">An Old Subscriber.</span>—When +training for a bicycle race, the rider should first get his stomach in +good condition. He should begin the exercise easily, and work up day by +day as his strength and agility increases. He must indulge in plenty of +wholesome food, but never touch pastry or tobacco in any shape. Having +got into good condition, he should decide what distance he proposes to +race, and turn his whole attention to it, never striving to become a +long and a short-distance rider at one and the same time. Two or three +trials of speed, at forty or fifty yards distances, should be made every +day, after getting in fair form, slowing up gradually each time. Then he +should finish up the day with a run of from one hundred and fifty to two +hundred yards at three-quarter speed, and so on, day after day, until +the stipulated distance is covered at full speed. The same method should +be pursued in training for a foot race, boat race or swimming contest. +On the day of the race, if the contest occurs in the afternoon, the only +exercise should be a gentle ride for a mile or two.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Darkey.</span>—1. Architects’ +assistants are paid salaries in accordance with their experience and +skill, which varies greatly. 2. Government postage-stamp mucilage +is not for sale, but can be easily made as follows: Gum dextrine, +2 parts; acetic acid, 1 part; water, 5 parts. Dissolve in +a water bath and add 1 part alcohol. 3. William H. McKinley is an +American. 4. We do not advertise periodicals of any kind in this +department. 5. Detective agencies are private affairs, except those +connected with the police department of various cities. The salaries are +not by any means munificent, and are earned by a vast amount of +privation, exposure and hard work. 6. There are now built or in +commission 24 armored vessels, 11 unarmored vessels, 4 gunboats and 4 +special class vessels of the new navy, and 59 iron and wooden vessels of +the old navy, of which 30 are in commission. 7. Major Andre, on +August 1, 1780, wrote “The Battle of Cow Chace.” It was in three cantos, +and was a parody on the English ballad of “Chevy Chace.” 8. On the +1st of June, 1785, John Adams was introduced by the Marquis of Carmathen +to the King of Great Britain as first ambassador extraordinary from the +United States of America to the Court of London. 9. A considerable +portion of the United States yet remains to be surveyed, but no portion +remains unexplored. There are doubtless large tracts of forest and +mountain land which are in primeval wildness, but the general topography +is known. In Alaska, however, there are thousands of square miles which +have never been visited by a white man, mainly in the interior; in fact, +with the exception of a strip of sea-coast and the lands bordering on +the Yukon River, all Alaska is <i>terra <ins class = "correction" title += "text unchanged: error for ‘incognita’">incognito</ins></i>.</p> + +<p><span class = "smallcaps">Louis Granat.</span>—Read “Some +Points About West Point,” No. 12, Vol. 7 <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.—C. B. <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> has never published directions how to +make a star puzzle out of wood.—<span class = +"smallcaps">Curiosity Shop.</span> See “Leaf Skeletonizing” in +No. 39 Vol. 13.—S. W. Sir Moses Montefiore died July 28, +1885.—F. P. B. Electro-plating was described in +No. 23, Vol. 11, and in answer to “Gualy Dids,” No. 38, Vol. +13, a method is explained of electro-plating without a +battery.—<span class = "smallcaps">A Reader</span>. The +ever-recurring question as to which goes faster, the top or the bottom +of a wheel, was answered in Our Letter Box, No. 31, Vol. 13, in +reply to “Three Boys.”</p> + +<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" +alt = "-->" align = "left"> +Several communications have been received which will be answered next +week.</p> + +</div> <!-- end div letters --> + +<!-- png 73 --> +<a name = "advertising_19" id = "advertising_19"> </a> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/thumb19.png" width = "314" height = "417" +alt = "image of advertising page showing all four columns"> +</p> + +<p class = "mynote"> +Depending on your browser settings and font choices, one column may +come out longer than the other.</p> + +<table summary = "columns 1 and 2 of inside back page"> +<tr> +<td class = "ads" width = "50%"> + +<p class = "ads"> +<img src = "images/ad19a.png" width = "252" height = "300" +alt = "Mr. Hamlen"></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<b>Mr. L. B. 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To avoid any misunderstanding +in the matter, it would be advisable for those contemplating exchanging, +to write for particulars to the addresses, before sending the articles +desired.</p> + +<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" +alt = "-->" align = "left"> +Exchange notices, containing offers of or for <i>shot guns, air guns, +pistols, poisons, rifles, dangerous chemicals, animals, odd numbers of +papers, valueless coins and curiosities, birds’ eggs</i>, or “offers” +will <i>not</i> be inserted.</p> + +<p><b>Exchange Notices, conforming with the above rules, are inserted +free of charge.</b></p> + +<p>R. Pier, West Hill, Dubuque, Iowa, hair-clippers, tent, U.S. and +foreign stamps and $30 worth of other articles for boxing gloves or +Indian clubs.</p> + +<p>H. A. Cutting, Wakefield, Mass., books, papers or a piccolo for a +Simplex or World or other good small typewriter.</p> + +<p>F. L. Bebont, Addison, N.Y., Vol. 2 <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> for a Safety bicycle head-lamp or an Ordinary bicycle hub +lamp.</p> + +<p>W. G. Crease, 2043 Ridge Ave, Pa., Vols. 7, 8 and 9 <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> and a pair of mahogany drum-sticks for a +piccolo.</p> + +<p>H. C. Head, 185 Oakwood Boulevard, Chicago, Ill., a 4¼x6½ portrait +and view camera and outfit for a self-inking printing press, a mandolin +or a cornet (vicinity offers preferred).</p> + +<p>W. T. Fuller, care of <span class = "smallcaps">Davis Bros. +Co.</span>, Henderson, N.C., $15 worth of complete volumes of story +papers for a watch with gold-filled case.</p> + +<p>E. P. Huff, Box 38, Aida, Ohio, about $65 worth of goods, including +telegraph instruments, electrical goods books, etc., for a Safety +bicycle, 30 inch, ball bearing.</p> + +<p>C. Boyce, Troy, Pa., a hand-inking printing press (chase, 3x5), 6 +fonts of type and outfit for a B flat or E flat cornet or viola.</p> + +<p>B. Cornell, 427 Main St., Owego, N.Y., Vol. 65 of “Youth’s Companion” +for a Harvard or a Glen camera and outfit in good order.</p> + +<p>J. Havens, Box 212, Tom’s River, N.J., a New Rogers scroll saw with +saw blades, or a bracket saw with saw-blades and a base-ball bat, for a +New England Hawk camera and outfit or other 4x5 camera and outfit.</p> + +<p>J. A. Bollinger, 1001 Dickinson St., Phila., Pa., a self-winding +electric clock (value, $45), a C. & C. motor, ? H.P. and 4 cells +Mason battery (value, $28), a telegraph key and sounder, 3 cells blue +stone battery, lightning arrester and ground-switch, 3 box bells and +6-cells open circuit battery for a High Grade Safety bicycle or an +improved Remington typewriter and stand.</p> + +<p>A. J. Smith, Jr., 99 Mercer St., Jersey City, N.J., 4 batteries, a +push button, a book on electricity and a pair of American club skates +for Vols. 11 and 12 of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p> + +<p>C. B. Gilliland, 114 Fifth St., Renovo, Pa., novels valued at $1, a +pair of ice skates, 100 stamps and 25 cards for any vol. of <span class += "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, in good condition, prior to the +9th.</p> + +<p>C. S. Bontecou, 80 Broadway, New York, a cushion tire Credenta +bicycle, 1892 model, with double chime bell (Harrison) and Orient lamp, +in perfect condition, for a one-horse-power boat engine or a 5x7 photo +camera of equal value.</p> + +<p>R. W. McMichael, Rockland, Maine, set of chessmen, Vol. 12 <span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> and a bound book, all valued at +$4.50, for a set of boxing gloves.</p> + +<p>C. Whitney, 825 Jefferson Ave., Detroit, Mich., a pair of Indian +clubs for a Rugby football, or self-inking Baltimorean press, chase +2½x3½, with type, quads, cuts, joints, ink and 300 cards, for 22 inch +Rugby football.</p> + +<p>C. Renfert, 456 E. Madison Ave., Cleveland, Ohio, a 6½x8½ camera with +rising front, a fine lens, 3 double plate holders, tripod and carrying +case, for a Kodack, Hawk Eye or Premier camera.</p> + +<p>J. C. Baxter, 2207 Memphis St., Philada., Pa., a 4x5 photograph +camera, tripod, carrying case and complete outfit, and a set of boxing +gloves for a B flat cornet (city offers preferred).</p> + +<p>E. W. Putnam, 118 N. Terrace Ave., Chattanooga, Tenn., a dark lantern +for books.</p> + +<p>W. G. Holboron, 634 8th Ave., N.Y. city, Vols. 6 and 7 <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> and 40 Nos. of Vol. 8 for a banjo.</p> + +<p>J. Neubauer, 407 E. 87th St., N.Y. city, a lot of boys weekly papers +and other reading matter, for some musical instrument in good condition +(zither preferred).</p> + +<p>F. F. Cooke, 218 Menlo Ave., Sioux Falls, S.D., a magic lantern with +12 slides, a fountain pen, $3 worth of job type and a flute, for a +20-ohm telegraph key and sounder, any vol. of <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> prior to the 9th, a telescope or a +collection of stamps.</p> + +<p>E. A. Fellingham, West Side, Crawford Co., Iowa, 12 numbers Frank +Leslie’s “Pleasant Hours,” a book called “Plain Facts,” a Domestic +Encyclopedia and 2 story books for a telescope or field glass.</p> + +<p>H. L. Maitland, Bordentown, N.J., a No. 3 catcher’s mask (A. J. +Reach) for a Rugby football.</p> + +<p>C. E. Proctor, 223 Ford St., Ogdensburg. N.Y., a bound book by Jas. +Otis for “Looking Backward,” by Edward Bellamy.</p> + +<!-- png 75 --> + +<p>G. J. Frick, 2093 Fairhill St., Phila., Pa., a cornet, clarionet, +pair of opera glasses, 10 vols. of Journal Franklin Institute, 3 vols. +of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, 1 vol. “Leisure Hours,” +and sporting goods to the value of $15, for a Safety Bicycle, tuck-up +boat, camera or typewriter.</p> + +<p>M. Hulings, Mt. Pleasant, Henry Co., Iowa, 6 mos. of Vol. 13 <span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, a pair of ice skates and a +fountain pen for a 14 inch (or larger) snare drum, with sticks.</p> + +</div> <!-- end div letters --> + +</td> + +<td class = "ads"> + +<!-- png 74 --> +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size2 boldf sans">BAD COMPLEXIONS</span></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +Pimples, blackheads, red, rough, and oily skin, red, rough hands with +shapeless nails and painful finger ends, dry, thin, and falling hair, +and simple baby blemishes are prevented and cured by the celebrated</p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size1 boldf">CUTICURA SOAP</span></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +<span class = "adleft"> +<img src = "images/ad19b.png" width = "108" height = "121" +alt = "baby"></span> +Most effective skin-purifying and beautifying soap in the world, as well +as purest and sweetest of toilet and nursery soaps. 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McKeough, 1621 Ave. B, New York city, “Tom Brown’s School Days At +Rugby” and “Perils By Land and Sea” for any vol. of <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> up to the 11th. (City offers only.)</p> + +<p>W. Troutman, 121 18th St., S.S., Pittsburgh Pa., a set of draughting +tools for a guitar.</p> + +<p>J. A. Brearley, 306 10th St., S.E., Washington D.C., Vol. 11 <span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> (bound) for any other vol. +(bound) prior to the 11th, except vol. 6 or 7.</p> + +<p>L. P. Addison, Box 699, Saginaw, Mich., 5 fonts of type, 1 set of +numbers and a foot-power scroll-saw, with patterns, saw blades, and a +set of 6 finishing files, for a World typewriter or one of equal +value.</p> + +<p>F. Bennett, 202 West 134th St., New York city, a small typewriter, a +magic lantern with slides and 2 games for a rugby football (city offers +preferred).</p> + +<p>L. C. Hamlin, Grand Junction, Mich., a U.S. flag 5 feet by 3 feet and +a pair of extension, nickel-plated ice-skates for a watch.</p> + +<p>A. McLean, Jr., 88 Highland Ave., Jersey City, N.J., a book of games +and sports, 200 varieties rare stamps, 2 fonts short type and a fishing +reel with line for a vol. of the <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> prior to Vol. 10.</p> + +<p>H. S. Dunning, 314 Brodhead Ave., South Bethlehem, Pa., a 50-inch +Columbia Volunteer bicycle, with all the tools, almost as good as new, +for books, telescope, typewriter or camera.</p> + +<p>F. A. Newcomb, Jr., 97 Cross St., Somerville, Mass., a printing press +and outfit for a guitar or mandolin (guitar preferred).</p> + +<p>W. P. Shaw, cor. 7th Ave. and Garfield Place, Brooklyn, N.Y., 10 +books, an electric bell, a picture, 50 feet of copper wire, a solid +rubber ball, a camera worth $15, a thermometer, 2 vols. <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> and 2 vols. “Youths’ Companion” for a +tintype camera and outfit, making 4 pictures on an 8x4 plate.</p> + +<p>A. Garrigues, 155 Lex’n Ave., N.Y. city, a foot-power scroll saw, a +guitar, a set of boxing gloves and a stamp album containing 900 +varieties of postage stamps for a bicycle. (Safety preferred).</p> + +<p>W. Rieder 500½ East 80th St., N.Y. city, a magic pocket-lamp outfit, +a Star Safety razor, a small pocket printing outfit with 3 fonts of +rubber type, a gold scarf pin and some sporting goods for a small motor +and battery, or telegraph key and sounder, or small steam engine or +propeller.</p> + +<p>C. A. Hayn, box 268 Manitowac, Wis., Vol. 12 or 13 <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> for any previous vol. of same paper.</p> + +<p>W. F. Slusser, Rochester, Ind., a scroll saw and outfit, a collection +of stamps worth $200, a pair of Indian clubs, a sketching camera, a +collection of 500 covered stamp papers, an anchor puzzle, 1000 old +postal cards, 40,000 mixed U.S. stamps, 1 vol. “Youth’s Companion,” +a solid gold pencil, a steel engraver’s outfit, a silk watch +chain, a pair of solid gold cuff buttons, a rubber printing outfit and +dating stamp, 2 pocket banks and 5 games for U.S. stamps (rare), a +1 horsepower engine (marine), a printing press and outfit or a +photographer’s outfit.</p> + +<p>C. Wass, Kansas, Edgar Co., Ill., <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> from No. 33, Vol. 10, to No. 46, Vol. 13, a scroll +saw and an electric motor of sewing-machine power for No. 18 or 20 +magnet wire.</p> + +<p>C. J. Deibert, 2009 N. 8th St., Phila., Pa., a foot power scroll saw +for a set of boxing gloves.</p> + +<p>A. Gross, 24 Stanton St., N.Y. city, a small hand printing press, +complete, a few types missing, for any volume of <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p> + +<p>J. W. Neveil, 2317 Sepviva St., Phila., Pa., a rare collection +of U.S. and foreign stamps, a collection of minerals and an actor’s +make-up book for a nickel plated rim banjo.</p> + +<p>M. Ross, 41 Maiden Lane, N.Y. city, a collection of 106 different +U.S. and foreign stamps in Challenge Album, “Winter Evening Tales” +(bound), “Stories About Animals” (bound), and Vere Foster’s “Animal +Drawing Book” for a zither of 15 strings.</p> + +<p>R. C. Morris, Box 473, Greenville, Bond Co., Ill., 4 vols. <span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> for a banjo, guitar or B flat +clarionet.</p> + +<p>J. W. M. Schmitt, 1112 E. Monroe St., Springfield, Ill., a 4x5 view +camera and complete outfit and some books for a good self inking +printing press and outfit.</p> + +<p>L. C. Hamlin, Grand Junction, Mich., a pair of extension ice skates +and 2 vols. of “Youth’s Companion” for a watch or a small steam engine +and boiler.</p> + +<p>L. D. Brace, Nunda, N.Y., a silver Elgin watch, 1 vol. “Youth,” 23 +books by Optic and Alger and 12 magazines for a self-inking printing +press.</p> + +<p>H. M. Emerick, 633 Putnam St., Brooklyn, N.Y., a $40 26-inch Safety +bicycle for any 4x5 hand camera and outfit worth $15 or more.</p> + +<p>W. Kolle, 438 First St., Brooklyn, N.Y., a 4x5 camera and outfit, a +set of boxing gloves, a printing press and stage costumes for a camera +worth at least $30.</p> + +<p>G. B. Bissell, 306 W. 137th St., N.Y. city, a magic lantern and +slides, 2 games and 5 books for a Rugby football (city offers +preferred).</p> + +<p>R. A. Epperson, 344 Hudson Av., Chicago, Ill., a catcher’s mask, a +league ball and 2 cloth-bound books for a Rugby football.</p> + +<p>C. E. Rice, Sardinia, N.Y., vols. of “N.Y. Weekly,” “N.Y. Ledger” and +“Family Story Paper” for vols. of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> or “Saturday Night.”</p> + +</div> <!-- end div letters --> + +<p class = "ads top"> +<b><i>All</i> who use Dobbins’ Electric Soap praise it as the +<i>best</i>, cheapest and <i>most economical</i> family soap made; but +if you will try it once it will tell a still stronger tale of its merits +<i>itself</i>. <i>Please</i> try it. 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It is the period when the mind is formed for good or evil, +and, in many respects, is the most important period of life.</p> + +<p>There was a time when anything was good enough for young +people—cast-off clothing, second place at table and the poorest +sleeping-room, with snubbing at every hand. As for literature, it made +no difference how dull or prosy were the books, young people had to read +them or none at all.</p> + +<p>But the world moves, and <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> +was the pioneer in recognizing that young people have tastes that must +be consulted, if it is sought to interest and amuse them. They will +absorb knowledge, as a sponge does water; but they will discriminate, as +a sponge does not. A scientific article can be as interesting as a +novel, and yet be as full of instruction as an egg is of meat; stories +may point a moral unerringly and yet thrill with romantic adventure, +like Robinson Crusoe; natural history teems with wonders far surpassing +the Arabian Nights, and they are all true!</p> + +<p>These are the principles upon which <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> is founded, and from which it has never deviated; and that +is why it is to-day the most popular juvenile paper in the world. Do you +wonder why? There is no mystery about its popularity.</p> + +<p>Its broad and generous pages, coming every week all the year round, +contain more reading than any other periodical in America. That is one +reason; but the other and better reason is, that all the reading is just +what the boys and girls want.</p> + +<p>To keep <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> up to this +standard, to make it bright, breezy and abreast with the times, requires +writers who understand boy-and-girl nature; and it has them.</p> + +<p>Every regular number of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> +contains liberal instalments of</p> + +<p><span class = "boldf sans">Four Serials, together with Stories of +Adventure, Articles on Science and Natural History, Our Letter Box, +Puzzles, Humorous Miscellany, Illustrated Sketches,</span></p> + +<p>and other interesting matter, and there is not a dull or common-place +line from the first page to the last.</p> +</td> +<td class = "vert"> </td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> +<img src = "images/border_bottom_lft.png" width = "20" height = "20" +alt = "X"> +</td> +<td class = "horz"> </td> +<td> +<img src = "images/border_bottom_rt.png" width = "20" height = "20" +alt = "X"> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<p class = "center"> +<span class = "size1 sans boldf"> +Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria.</span></p> + +<hr> + +<!-- png 78 --> + +<a name = "advertising_20" id = "advertising_20"> </a> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/thumb20.png" width = "316" height = "420" +alt = "image of back page showing all four columns"> +</p> + +<table summary = "columns 1 and 2 of back page"> +<tr> +<td class = "ads" width = "50%"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +<a name = "testimonials_20" id = "testimonials_20"> +From the West Philadelphia Press.</a></p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is far ahead of any weekly +paper published in the United States having for its object the culture +and amusement of the youthful mind. Now, in its Twelfth Volume, it +exhibits every sign of strength, permanency and progression. Mr. +Elverson, the proprietor and editor, is one of those men who believe it +a duty to do what they can for their race, and wisely he is doing for +the “rising generation” a work which, for him, is “a work of love.” +Aiming to benefit our youth, through history, science, philosophy, +geography, mechanics, etc., in a manner easily comprehended, he has made +his journal the efficient instrument of his noble purpose. Could he see +the anxiety on the faces of his young friends awaiting the arrival of +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> by the mail or the news +agent, he would feel that his efforts to please them were not in vain, +and that the running of his great presses, day and night, at Ninth and +Spruce Streets, was indeed to them a gratification and blessing.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Christian Advocate. Richmond, Va</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +Any boy’s or girl’s days must be golden who reads that charming paper, +published in Philadelphia, styled <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span>. The day it comes, and every day after, while its contents +are not exhausted, will be golden with the charming adventures, +incidents of travel and thrilling stories of childhood and youth. The +children of every family should have it. Parents cannot make a better +investment than to subscribe for <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> for their young folks. It is sent to any address for $3 per +year. James Elverson, Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Albany Evening Post.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is one of the very best +publications for boys and girls in this country. Every number contains a +valuable amount of information on athletic sports, fishing, hunting, and +short stories on all kinds of interesting subjects. The best writers are +engaged, and they give their best work to <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>. James Elverson has produced a weekly +paper for young people that finds a warm welcome in every city, town and +village from Maine to California. <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> can be found at all our bookstores and news rooms throughout +the United States.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From Uncle Sam, El Dorado Springs, Mo.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +Our opinion of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is very +plain and straight, as follows: It is one of the purest publications to +be found in the hands of the reading young people of the present day. It +is full of short sketches that are interesting and instructive to the +young and the old as well. The serial stories are all perfectly pure and +are very interesting, besides setting good examples and morals for all +who read them. I have read <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> more or less for seven or eight years, and I unhesitatingly +pronounce it pure and instructive enough to be in the home circle of +every family in the reading world.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Southern World.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +Mr. James Elverson, of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, deserves the thanks +of parents who desire to see the minds of their children fed on healthy +reading matter. His <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for +boys and girls, is one of the handsomest and best weekly publications of +the kind in the country, and should supplant the vile, sensational trash +with which the country is flooded. The hope of our republic is in her +youth, and if their moral characters are not elevated and made noble by +a pure and lofty type of literature for boys and girls, we may expect +serious trouble in the future of our race.</p> + +</td> + +<td class = "ads"> + +<!-- png 79 --> +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Advocate of Peace, Boston.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>—“To merit is to +insure success,” is certainly verified in the publication of <span class += "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, by James Elverson, Philadelphia. This +admirable weekly for the youth of this great land is now well +established, and has an increasingly large and well-deserved patronage. +Its readers are not treated with trashy matter, but with pictures and +puzzles and stories of thrilling adventure and useful knowledge. <span +class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is supplanting a poisonous +literature, and performing a wholesome mission in this day, when too +much good seed cannot be sown by the friends of humanity.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the News, Bloomfield, Ind.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>—“To merit is to +insure success” is certainly verified in the publication of <span class += "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, by James Elverson, Philadelphia. This +admirable weekly for the youth of this great land is now well +established and has a large and well-deserved patronage. It is +supplanting a poisonous literature, and performing a wholesome mission +in this day when too much good seed cannot be sown by the friends of +humanity. Parents wishing to put valuable reading matter into the hands +of their children should subscribe. It is only $3 per annum, and can be +had weekly or monthly as may be desired.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Journal, Philipsburg, Pa.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +James Elverson, corner Ninth and Spruce Streets, Philadelphia, publishes +a handsome illustrated and interesting youth’s paper called <span class += "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, only $3 per year. It should find a +welcome in every home for the young folks, for the reading is wholesome, +and such literature should be encouraged by prompt subscriptions. If the +youngsters catch a glimpse of it they will find they need it as a +recreation after study hours. Send for sample copy.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Gazette, Charlotte Court-House Virginia.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>—Of all the +publications for little boys and girls, <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span> stands most conspicuous to the front, while its columns +abound with stories and tales well calculated to entertain, amuse and +please the youthful reader. There is a moral in its articles well +calculated to make the young reader better for having read its columns. +The subscription price is $3 per year, two copies for $5. Send for +specimen copy, and you will be sure to take it.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Philadelphia Times.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +Of all illustrated juvenile periodicals published in this country, none +is more deservedly popular than <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span>, published by James Elverson, this city. It strikes that +happy medium which appeals to the masses of school children whose tastes +have not been spoiled by overstrained appeals to their fancy, and while +it is bright and varied, it aims to be instructive in a pleasant, +homelike way. The monthly part, made up of the four weekly parts, is +quite a treasury of short stories, pictures and puzzles.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Buckeye Vidette, Salem, Ohio.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>—This deservedly +popular paper begins the autumn ripe with golden fruit. Its stories and +miscellany are rare gems of interest, being instructive and pure, and it +completely accomplishes the delicate task of satisfying a boy’s taste +for adventure without being sensational. The pictures are handsomely +executed. Its articles on scientific subjects are of the best, its short +stories good, and, in fact, it is a masterly combination of useful and +fascinating literature.</p> +</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class = "ads" colspan = "2"> + +<!-- png 80 --> +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size3 boldf sans">OUR PREMIUM KNIFE!</span></p> + +<table class = "background" style = "background-image: +url(images/ad20a.png); background-position: top center;"> +<tr> +<td style = "height: 162px;" colspan = "2"> </td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td width = "48%"> </td> +<td> +<p class = "ads"> +Ivory handle, beautifully finished, <span class = "smallcaps">Exactly as +Illustrated</span>. 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Address</p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +<b>JAMES ELVERSON</b>, Publisher “<span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span>,” Phila., Pa.</p> + +<p class = "ads"> +<b>Special Notice.—WHEN TEN CENTS FOR REGISTERING IS SENT, we +consider ourselves responsible for the safe delivery, though we have +sent several thousand Knives without one in a thousand being +lost.</b></p> + +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<!-- png 81 --> +<a name = "advertising_20a" id = "advertising_20a"> </a> + +<table summary = "columns 1 and 2 of back cover"> +<tr> +<td class = "ads" width = "50%"> +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Standard, Belvidere, Ill.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsomely illustrated and +interesting youth’s paper called <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span>. It should find a welcome in every home for the young folks, +for the reading is wholesome, and such literature should be encouraged +by prompt subscriptions. If the youngsters catch a glimpse of it they +will find they need it as a recreation after study hours.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Pipe of Peace, Genoa, Neb.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> fills a want that no other +magazine attempts to supply. Pure, clean, instructive and amusing, it +furnishes reading matter, both for young and old, which is not surpassed +by any other publication.</p> + +<p>Published in attractive form, beautifully illustrated and in clear +type, the mechanical work is in keeping with the reading matter it +contains. Address for sample copies, James Elverson, Philadelphia, +Pa.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Methodist, New York.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome, illustrated and +interesting youth’s paper, called <span class = "smallcaps">Golden +Days</span>. It should find a welcome in every Christian home for the +young folks, for the reading is wholesome, and such literature should be +encouraged by prompt subscriptions. If the youngsters catch a glimpse of +it, they will find they need it as a recreation after study-hours.</p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "testcenter"> +From the Record, Union, Mo.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, published by James +Elverson, Philadelphia, is a weekly journal of literature and fiction +for the rising generation. The paper is not of dime novel order, but its +serials and short stories are instructive, moral and entertaining. The +youths of this land must have reading, and Mr. Elverson, in printing +such an exalted and high-toned paper, is winning the support and thanks +of the people.</p> + +<p class = "ads center top"> +<span class = "size2 sans boldf">Binding “Golden Days”</span></p> + +<hr class = "tiny"> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size1 sans">Covers for Binding</span><br> +<span class = "size3 smallcaps boldf extended">Volume 12,</span><br> +<span class = "size_1 sans boldf">“GOLDEN DAYS,”</span></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +Stamped in gilt and black lines, will be sent by mail postage paid, to +any address, on receipt of</p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size1 sans extended">SIXTY CENTS.</span></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +<img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" +alt = "-->" align = "left"> +These covers can only be attached properly by a practical +book-binder.</p> + +<p class = "ads"> +With the cover will be sent a handsome title-page and complete index. +Address.</p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +JAMES ELVERSON, Publisher.<br> +<span class = "smallcaps">Philadelphia</span></p> +</td> + +<td class = "ads"> +<!-- png 82 --> + +<p class = "testcenter"> <!-- from adjoining column --> +From the Republican Journal, Belfast, Me.</p> + +<p class = "testimonial"> +<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, the leading juvenile +weekly (and monthly) continues to grow in interest and circulation, and +is a welcome visitor to homes over all this broad land. The publisher’s +claim that it is “pure, instructive and entertaining” will be conceded +by all who read it. James Elverson, publisher, Philadelphia.</p> + +<p class = "ads top"> +<span class = "sans boldf under">SOMETHING THAT</span></p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +<span class = "size2 boldf under">YOU</span><span class = "sans boldf +under"> WANT!</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size1 ital">Thousands have asked for it.</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size2">A HANDY BINDER!</span></p> + +<p class = "lines"> </p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "sans boldf">That will hold 52 “Golden Days.”</span></p> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/ad20b.png" width = "226" height = "237" +alt = "Golden Days binder"></p> + +<p class = "ads"> +Heavy, embossed cloth covers, with flexible back. <span class = +"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> stamped in gold letters on the outside. +Full directions for inserting papers go with each Binder. We will send +the HANDY BINDER and a package of Binder Pins to any address on receipt +of <b>50 cents</b>. Every reader should have one.</p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +Address JAMES ELVERSON,<br> +Philadelphia, Pa.</p> + + +<p class = "ads top"> +<b>THIS BINDER</b> is light, strong and handsome, and the weekly issues +of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> are held together by it +in the convenient form of a book, which can be kept lying on the +reading-table. It is made of two white wires joined together in the +centre, with slides on either end for pressing the wires together, thus +holding the papers together by pressure without mutilating them. We will +furnish the Binders at Ten Cents apiece, postage prepaid.</p> + +<p class = "illustration"> +<img src = "images/ad20c.png" width = "212" height = "265" +alt = "THE READY BINDER {F}OR BINDING THREE MONTHS OF THE GOLDEN DAYS/ +Price 10 Cents." +title = "THE READY BINDER {F}OR BINDING THREE MONTHS OF THE GOLDEN DAYS/ +Price 10 Cents."></p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +Address JAMES ELVERSON,<br> +Philadelphia, Pa.</p> + +</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class = "ads" colspan = "2"> +<!-- png 83 --> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size4 boldf sans">“Golden Days” Vol. XII</span></p> + +<table summary = "columns 3 and 4 of back cover"> +<tr> +<td class = "center middle"> +<img src = "images/ad20d.png" width = "195" height = "162" +alt = "decoration"><br> +<span class = "size4 boldf sans">JUST<br> +OUT</span><br> +<img src = "images/ad20e.png" width = "200" height = "163" +alt = "decoration"> +</td> +<td style = "background-image: url(images/ad20f.png); background-repeat: +repeat-y; width: 50px"> </td> +<td class = "middle"> +<p class = "ads center"> +Is a Magnificent Book of 832 pages.<br> +A perfect mine of everything<br> +that will interest young<br> +people. It is</p> + +<p class = "ads"> +<span class = "size2 sans">Superbly<br> +Illustrated!</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +<span class = "size_1">CONTAINING</span></p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +Over 400 Finely executed Wood<br> +Engravings—making,<br> +without question, the</p> + +<p class = "ads"> +<span class = "size2 sans">Most Attractive<br> +Book of the Season!</span></p> + +<hr class = "small"> + +<p class = "ads"> +<img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" +alt = "-->" align = "left"> +This volume will be sent to <ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged: error for ‘any’">my</ins> address, prepaid, on receipt of +price, $4.00.</p> + +<p class = "ads center"> +JAMES ELVERSON,</p> + +<p class = "ads right"> +Publisher “<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>,”<br> +<span class = "smallcaps">Philadelphia</span></p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<!-- end embedded table --> + +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<!-- links to whole images --> + +<table class = "toc" summary = "separate illustrations"> +<tr> +<td colspan = "2"> +<p>A few illustrations were cut into two pieces to interlock with +surrounding text. Links below lead to the complete versions.</p> +<hr class = "tiny"> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p>Off Shore</p></td> +<td> +<p class = "smallcaps"><a href = "images/pic03.jpg" target = "_blank"> +“Then came a sudden breaker, rolling outward, that lifted the cart and +oxen from the road-bed and swept them out into the sound.”</a></p></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p>A Plucky Girl</p></td> +<td> +<p class = "smallcaps"><a href = "images/pic07.jpg" target = "_blank"> +Mr. Highton shifted in his seat, and said, in an insinuating tone, “You +seem to hev a very poor opinion of me, Miss.”</a></p></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p>A Perilous Ride</p></td> +<td> +<p class = "smallcaps"><a href = "images/pic14.jpg" target = "_blank"> +“My bullet had taken effect on one of the dogs, which had immediately +tangled up the rest of the team and brought the sledge to a +standstill.“</a></p></td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Golden Days for Boys and Girls, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOLDEN DAYS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS *** + +***** This file should be named 24904-h.htm or 24904-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/4/9/0/24904/ + +Produced by Louise Hope, Juliet Sutherland and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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