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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Golden Days for Boys and Girls, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: Golden Days for Boys and Girls
+       Volume VIII, No 25: May 21, 1887
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: James Elverson
+
+Release Date: November 17, 2008 [EBook #27287]
+
+Language: English
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+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+      Vol. VIII.--No 25.      May 21, 1887.
+
+                  GOLDEN DAYS
+
+              For Boys and Girls
+
+                           Philadelphia:
+                           JAMES ELVERSON,
+                           Publisher.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Transcriber’s Note:
+
+Text incorporated into advertising illustrations is shown in
+(parentheses); where necessary, a brief description of the
+illustration is given in {braces}.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+
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+
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+
+                  GOLDEN DAYS
+              FOR BOYS AND GIRLS
+
+(Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1887, by
+JAMES ELVERSON, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at
+Washington, D.C.)
+
+                  VOL. VIII.
+
+          JAMES ELVERSON, Publisher.
+       N.W. corner Ninth and Spruce Sts.
+
+           PHILADELPHIA MAY 21, 1887.
+
+                     TERMS
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+                    No. 25.
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+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+              LINDA’S CRAZY QUILT.
+
+              By Fannie Williams.
+
+
+“Oh, dear!” sighed Linda Trafton, turning over the pages of a
+closely-written, school-girlish letter, which her brother Fred had
+tossed into her lap, on returning from the post office. “I do wish I
+could get silk pieces enough to make a crazy quilt. Cousin Dell writes
+all about hers, and it must be very pretty.”
+
+“Crazy quilt! That’s about all I’ve heard for the last six months!
+I should think you girls had all gone crazy yourselves!” ejaculated
+Fred.
+
+“Why, Fred!” was Linda’s only answer to this outburst.
+
+She was a very sweet-tempered little maid, with soft, brown hair and
+soft, brown eyes, that matched in color as exactly as eyes and hair
+could match, and gave her a look of being--as indeed she was--too gentle
+to dispute, or even to argue, with anybody, least of all with Fred, who
+was fifteen, and three years her elder, and always took a tone of great
+superiority toward his little sister.
+
+Still, he was a pretty good sort of brother, as brothers go; and, in
+Linda’s eyes, he was a prodigy of cleverness.
+
+So, whenever they happened to differ in opinion, and Fred expressed
+himself in this vehement style, she only looked at him in a deprecating
+way, and murmured:
+
+“Why, Fred!”
+
+“Well, I should like to know,” continued Fred, “what could be more
+idiotic than the way you spend your time, you girls, fitting those
+ridiculous, catty-cornered pieces of silk together, and working them all
+over with bugs and cobwebs and caterpillars, and little boys in Mother
+Hubbard dresses! You may well call ’em _crazy_ quilts! I don’t believe
+there was ever anything crazier, unless it was the lunatic who first
+invented them!”
+
+“Why, Fred!” said Linda, again. “Now, I think they are too pretty for
+anything!”
+
+“Pretty!” snorted Fred. “They’re made out of the last things that you’d
+suppose anybody would ever think of putting into a bed-quilt. I can’t
+get a chance to wear a neck-tie half out before somebody wants it. Kate
+Graham spoke for my last new one the next day after I bought it. And I
+hardly dare to put my hat down, where there’s a girl around, for fear
+she’ll capture my hat-band!”
+
+By this time, Linda was laughing outright.
+
+“Oh, you are so funny, Fred! But you only just ought to see Kate
+Graham’s crazy quilt. I _know_ you couldn’t help calling it lovely. She
+has got pieces of ever so many wedding dresses in it; but I don’t know
+who would give _me_ any. Aunt Mary never will get married, nor Cousin
+Susie, nor our Bridget, unless Pat hurries up with his courting--and
+there’s nobody else. Besides, they are all making crazy quilts of their
+own. I would start one with papa’s old silk handkerchief and his
+Association badge, if I thought I could ever get pieces enough to finish
+it; but I don’t see how I could.”
+
+“Bess Hartley told me that she was going to send off somewhere and get a
+lot of pieces that are put up to sell. You get a whole package of
+assorted colors for a dollar,” suggested Fred.
+
+“Oh, that would make it cost too much! Mamma would not let me do that,”
+said Linda, shaking her head. “She says it is well enough to use up odd
+bits of silk in that way, if one happens to have them; but she doesn’t
+think it right to spend money in such a manner, instead of using it for
+better purposes--and I don’t suppose it is.”
+
+“Well, I am sure I don’t know what you are going to do,” was Fred’s
+consoling observation. “You’d be as crazy as the rest of the girls if
+you began to piece a quilt; and I don’t know but you will go crazy if
+you can’t.”
+
+With which conclusion, Fred walked off whistling, and left Linda to read
+her Cousin Dell’s letter over again, and wish that Patrick O’Brien would
+propose to Bridget, if he was ever going to, so that she could get
+married, and have a new silk dress for her wedding.
+
+However, Linda was not the girl to fret and worry after things which
+were unattainable.
+
+Fred would have his joke, but she was not going to make herself unhappy
+just because she had not the materials for making silk patchwork, as
+Dell and the rest of her girl friends were doing. There were plenty of
+other pleasures and amusements within her reach, and the one that she
+enjoyed most of all came in her way, as it happened, the very next
+morning.
+
+[Illustration:
+“OH, MRS. BURBANK! WHAT BEAUTIFUL PIECES!” CRIED LINDA.
+“WHERE DID THEY ALL COME FROM?”]
+
+Her father said to her, as he rose from the table after breakfast:
+
+“Linda, would you like a ride, my dear? I am going to drive over to East
+Berlin, and I will take you along, if you would like to go.”
+
+“_If_ I would like it! Why, papa, you _know_ there isn’t _anything_ that
+I like so much as a good, long ride with you!” cried Linda, dancing with
+delight, as she ran off to get ready for the drive.
+
+For it was indeed a “good long” ride to East Berlin--fifteen miles at
+least--and the day was just as fresh and bright and lovely as a day
+could be in the fresh and bright and lovely month of May.
+
+The young grass was emerald green along the country roads, the apple
+trees were all in sheets of bloom, hill-sides were fairly blue with
+bird-foot violets, and sweet spring flowers were smiling everywhere.
+
+Linda was so full of happiness that she could scarcely keep from singing
+in concert with the birds that trilled and chirped among the trees on
+either hand, as the pleasant road led through a piece of woodland.
+
+But the woods came to an end abruptly where the trees had been cut off,
+and where some men with ox-carts were hauling away the long piles of
+cord-wood. Then there were fields of plowed ground on each side of the
+road, and then a long stretch of rocky hills and old pastures, and
+presently some houses came in sight.
+
+Old, weather-beaten houses they were--a dozen, perhaps, in all. Two or
+three had once been painted red, and still displayed some dark and dingy
+traces of that color; but most of them were brown, and some had green
+moss growing on their broad, sloping roofs--roofs which were two stories
+high in front, but came down so low at the back that a lively boy might
+reach them from the ground with very little effort, only the place did
+not look as if anything so young or so lively as a boy had been seen
+there for at least twenty years.
+
+Still, it was a pleasant place. There were thickets of lilac and
+mock-orange bushes around every house, and old-fashioned lilies and
+roses growing half-wild along the fences.
+
+There were flagged walks leading up to all the doors, with borders of
+evergreen box, which had once been trim, and still was quaint and
+pleasing; there were old gardens, where everything was “all run out,”
+but where the bees and birds appeared to find congenial homes; there
+were gnarly old apple-trees, with bending, twisted branches that touched
+the ground and made the most enticing rustic seats.
+
+Withal, there was a calm and stillness brooding on the place that filled
+one’s fancy with sweet thoughts of olden times and--
+
+“Whoo-oo-oop! Hip, hip, pip, hoo-_ray_!”
+
+“Good _gracious_!” cried Mr. Trafton, starting from his pleasant
+reverie, and clutching at the reins which lay loose upon his knee. “Good
+gracious! What’s that?”
+
+“It’s a boy!” said Linda, with a quite disgusted accent.
+
+Unquestionably, it was a boy--and a boy of the most aggressively modern
+type, clad in garments of the very latest cut, from his flannel
+yachting-shirt to his canvas “base-ball” shoes--a boy with a look as
+well as a voice, which proclaimed him all alive.
+
+His close-cropped head was bare, and his white straw hat came spinning
+over the stone wall and into the middle of the road, as if impelled by
+steam-power, before the boy himself scrambled over, giving vent to
+another whoop, which would have done credit to a Comanche gone mad.
+
+The whoop and the hat together were enough to startle almost any horse;
+and, although Mr. Trafton’s fine roadster, “Billy,” was pretty well
+trained, the combined effect was a little too much for his nerves. He
+gave a sidelong leap and started to run. His master checked him sharply,
+and veering from the road, he ran the wheels into a deep rut, and over
+went the buggy with a crash!
+
+Linda screamed, as she was pitched headlong into a thicket of sweet-fern
+which grew along the roadside; but the bushes broke her fall, and,
+beyond the fright and a scratched hand, she received no injury.
+
+Her father was equally fortunate, and, as Billy had recovered from his
+momentary panic and did not run, the accident appeared, at the first
+glance, to be nothing serious.
+
+The boy who had caused it came forward, with a look of trepidation upon
+his countenance, exclaiming:
+
+“I’m awfully sorry, sir; I didn’t mean to frighten your horse. I was
+down behind the wall and didn’t see you coming, or I wouldn’t have
+thrown my hat so. I was only scaring a squirrel.”
+
+“He must have been pretty thoroughly scared,” said Mr. Trafton, drily.
+
+However, the boy’s bright face wore an expression of such honest regret
+that he added, with a good-humored accent:
+
+“Well, well, I was a boy myself once. You must be more careful another
+time, my lad.”
+
+“That I will, sir.”
+
+And as Mr. Trafton began to raise the overturned buggy, the boy took
+hold and helped him.
+
+On getting the vehicle righted, they found that one wheel was broken so
+badly as to need repairs before the journey could be continued, and Mr.
+Trafton surveyed the damage with grave concern.
+
+The boy gave a low whistle, and murmured:
+
+“Here’s a state of things!”
+
+“I don’t see what I’m going to do,” remarked the gentleman. “There’s
+nobody in this region who could mend that wheel, I suppose?”
+
+“Oh yes there is!” cried the boy, brightening up. “Doran’s blacksmith
+shop is only a little ways down the road; you can get the wheel fixed
+there. I’ll go along and hold up this side of the buggy; and I’ll pay
+the bill, sir, as I caused the damage.”
+
+Mr. Trafton looked at him approvingly, but answered:
+
+“You need not do that, my boy. The bill won’t amount to much; but the
+job may take some time--and where can I leave my little girl? I suppose
+you would not care to wait in the blacksmith shop, Linda?”
+
+Before Linda could reply, the boy said, looking at her frankly, and not
+at all abashed:
+
+“She can stay with my grandma while you’re having the wheel fixed. Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank is my grandma; she lives right here, sir,” pointing out
+the house.
+
+“And where do you live?” asked Mr. Trafton, who took a liking to Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank’s grandson, for all his annoyance at the trouble which
+that lively youth had caused him.
+
+“I’m staying with grandma this summer,” said the boy; “but I live in
+Boston when I’m at home. My name is John Burbank.”
+
+“Well, John, you will have to take Linda to your grandma, for I cannot
+leave Billy standing here with this broken buggy.”
+
+“All right, sir; I’ll be back in a minute, and help you down to
+Doran’s.”
+
+So saying, John Burbank led the way, and Linda followed, to the nearest
+of the brown old houses--a big, broad-roofed domicile, with wide, double
+doors and narrow windows, and with two great cherry trees in the front
+yard, looking like two great drifts of snow, they were so thickly
+covered with white blossoms.
+
+A border of red and yellow tulips, gay daffodils, and “crown imperials,”
+edged the narrow walk which led from the front gate around to the side
+door, where they were received by a surprised old lady in gold-bowed
+spectacles, to whom John presented his companion, with the following
+concise account of the accident which occasioned her unexpected
+appearance:
+
+“Grandma, here’s a girl, and her father is out there with his team, and
+they’ve just had a break-down, and it was all my doing; but I didn’t
+mean to! I scared the horse, hollering at a squirrel. I’ve got to go and
+help her father get the buggy down to Doran’s, and she’s going to stay
+here till it’s fixed, and her name’s Linda. I don’t know what her other
+name is.”
+
+“Linda Trafton,” supplemented Linda, as the boy paused to catch his
+breath.
+
+“Johnny,” said the old lady, speaking as severely as a stout old lady
+with dimples in her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes could be expected
+to speak, when addressing her only grandson--“Johnny, I do declare for
+’t, you air the worst boy! What under the canopy will you go to cuttin’
+up next? Come right in, my dear,” she said to Linda, “and make yourself
+to home. Johnny, you run along and help the gentleman; and tell Mr.
+Doran your gran’ther will pay the bill.”
+
+“Oh, I’m going to pay it myself, grandma, with my own pocket-money,
+if the gentleman will let me; but he says he won’t.”
+
+And Johnny was off before he had done speaking.
+
+“I declare for ’t,” said his grandmother, “that boy is a regular
+Burbank; jest exactly what the deacon used to be at his age--always into
+suthin’. I knew the deacon when he wa’n’t any older than Johnny, an’
+I remember jest how he used to act. Take off your things, my dear, and
+make yourself to home.”
+
+She took Linda’s hat and sacque, and carried them into the spare
+bed-room, where there was a great “four-poster” bedstead, with
+blue-and-white chintz hangings and a blue-and-white spread; and then she
+came and sat down by Linda, and asked her a great many questions about
+the break-down, and about her father and mother and herself, but she was
+such a nice old lady that Linda did not mind her being a little
+inquisitive.
+
+In return, she gave Linda quite a complete history of her own family,
+and told her a number of entertaining stories about Johnny and Johnny’s
+father, and about the deacon when he was a boy. Finally, she looked at
+the queer old clock on the kitchen mantle-shelf, and remarked:
+
+“It’s time I was gittin’ my dinner over to cook, and I guess I shall
+have to leave you to amuse yourself a little while, my dear. You might
+go out an’ look ’round the garden, if you want; or maybe you’d ruther go
+up in the garret, an’ look at Johnny’s picture-books an’ things. He
+likes to stay up there, when it rains so’t he can’t go out.”
+
+“Oh, I should like that, of all things!” cried Linda, delighted. “I do
+love a real old-fashioned garret, with all sorts of old things in it!”
+
+“Do you now? Well,” said Mrs. Burbank, beaming over the gold-bowed
+spectacles, “our garret is full of old truck, an’ you can go up there
+an’ rummage ’round all you’ve a min’ to.”
+
+She opened the door of a narrow staircase, with steep and well-worn
+stairs, and told Linda that was the way to the back chamber over the
+kitchen, and when she got up there she would see the garret stairs;
+and she guessed Linda could find the way up alone. She was pretty hefty
+herself, and she didn’t travel up and down stairs any more than she
+could help.
+
+Linda very quickly found her way to the garret, which proved to be
+indeed a veritable treasury of “old truck;” and her brown eyes opened
+wide with ecstasy as she caught sight of a real, genuine spinning-wheel,
+stowed away under the low, sloping roof.
+
+Then she discovered a smaller wheel, with a motto carved around its rim
+in quaint lettering, which Linda studied over a long time before she
+made it out--“Eat not the Bread of Idleness.” She learned afterward that
+this was a flax-wheel, on which Deacon Burbank’s mother used to spin the
+thread to weave her linen sheets.
+
+Beside the flax-wheel stood a superannuated chest of drawers, with dingy
+brass handles, which had once, no doubt, been a fine piece of furniture.
+
+Then there were broken-down chairs, with straight, stiff backs; queer,
+cracked jugs and bottles, and painted teacups with the handles broken
+off; and funny old spelling-books and school-readers, all inscribed,
+in beautiful handwriting, on their yellow fly-leaves:
+
+  “John Burbank, his book.”
+
+Linda knew that the John Burbank who had learned his lessons from these
+old books must have been the deacon “when he was a boy,” and not her
+young friend, Johnny.
+
+There were several old-fashioned wooden chests among the treasures of
+this delightful garret, and Linda hesitated to open them at first;
+but finally she called to mind that she had been given permission to
+“rummage” as much as she pleased.
+
+One chest, painted green, stood near the narrow window, which threw a
+checkered square of sunshine upon the garret floor, and as Linda raised
+the cover she gave a little scream of rapture, for it seemed almost as
+if she had found a broken rainbow, there was such a glitter of gay
+colors in the sunlight.
+
+“Oh! _oh!_” she cried, “what lovely, _lovely_ pieces for a crazy quilt!”
+
+For the old chest was nearly filled with scraps of silk and satin of
+every shape and size, from bits not over an inch wide to the large,
+three-cornered pieces, of which there seemed to be a great number, left
+in cutting trimming-folds “on the bias,” as Linda knew, for she had seen
+many such remnants proudly displayed by those of her girl friends who
+happened to be in the good graces of Miss Cranshaw, the village
+dressmaker. But such brocades and stripes, such “plaid” and “watered”
+and “figured” silks, such brilliant shades of color as she found among
+the contents of that chest, her eyes had never looked upon before.
+
+“I wonder if these are pieces of Deacon Burbank’s mother’s dresses?”
+thought Linda, as she turned them over, exclaiming, every other minute,
+“Oh, how pretty!” or “Oh, what a beauty!” for every new piece that she
+took up seemed prettier than the last. “Why, she must have had as many
+as Queen Victoria. Why _don’t_ they wear such colors now? Most of the
+silk dresses that Miss Cranshaw makes are black, or brown, or
+sage-green, or some other sober shade; but these are all so bright.
+Oh, what a lovely blue!”
+
+“It is a handsome piece of silk, ain’t it? That was the dress Miss Polly
+Newcome wore to the inaugeration ball at Washington, ’most forty years
+ago. They don’t have no such silks in these days.”
+
+Mrs. Deacon Burbank had mounted the garret stairs with footsteps far
+from noiseless, being, as she said, a “hefty” old lady; but Linda had
+been too much absorbed to notice her approach until she spoke.
+
+“Oh, Mrs. Burbank! What beautiful pieces!” cried Linda. “Where did they
+all come from?”
+
+“Why, they come from all ’round, my dear,” said Mrs. Burbank, sitting
+down with Linda, beside the green chest. “You see, my girls used to take
+in dressmakin’, when they was young, and the pieces kinder gathered an’
+gathered. The girls used to keep the silk pieces separate, thinkin’ they
+might do suthin’ with ’em sometime; but they never did. They was always
+too busy to do much putterin’ work. So the pieces have laid there ever
+sence the girls left home. They all got married, many a long year ago,
+my girls. Cecilia went to New York, and Evaline lives down in
+Pennsylvaney--she’s got to be quite an old woman herself now; and Nancy
+Jane, she’s layin’ in the cemetery over to East Berlin, with her own
+little girl buried ’long side of her,” said the old lady, sighing. “But
+they used to be called the best dressmakers there was anywhere round
+these parts; folks used to come from as far off as Tolland County to
+have their nice dresses made by the Burbank girls. Miss Polly Newcome
+went to Washington the winter that her father was elected to the Senate.
+She was a great beauty, Miss Polly was, an’ they made everything of her
+in Washington. But my girls had the makin’ of all her new clothes, ’fore
+she went. This was a dress she wore to a grand dinner-party that was
+given to her father, Senator Newcome.”
+
+And the old lady picked out a scrap of marvelous brocade, with
+silver-white roses on a wine-colored ground, and smoothed it on her
+knee.
+
+“This was the one she wore to the President’s reception”--selecting a
+bit of rose-colored satin, striped with sky-blue velvet; “and this,”
+she continued, smoothing out a long strip of changeable silk in green
+and ruby tints, “was another dinner dress. Here’s a piece of plaid silk
+that was made up for Squire Harney’s wife, when she was goin’ to Europe;
+and here’s a piece of Mrs. Doctor Thorne’s dress, that she had made on
+purpose to wear to a grand party over in Tolland.”
+
+This last was a good-sized square of bright yellow silk, with polka-dots
+of mazarine blue.
+
+Linda, looking at the gorgeous fabric with admiring eyes, exclaimed:
+
+“I never saw such pieces in all my life! They _would_ make the loveliest
+crazy quilt!”
+
+“What kind of a quilt, my dear?”
+
+“A crazy quilt,” said Linda, laughing. “Haven’t you ever seen one, Mrs.
+Burbank? Fred says the person was crazy who first invented them; but I
+think they’re just as pretty as they can be. It takes a great many
+pieces of silk, though, to make a bed-quilt, and some of the girls only
+make sofa-pillows and such things.”
+
+“Oh, you mean patchwork. The land!” said Mrs. Burbank, “I used to make
+silk patchwork more than sixty years ago. It was all the style then,
+but I didn’t s’pose they ever done it now.”
+
+“Oh, yes; it is all the style now,” said Linda, with a smile.
+
+“Do tell! I want to know if you like to piece patchwork?” said the old
+lady, looking over her spectacles at Linda’s girlish face, with its
+gentle eyes and frame of soft, brown hair. “I declare for’t, you look
+just as my Nancy Jane did when she was your age! If you want them
+pieces, child, you can have ’em; I ain’t got any use for ’em, and don’t
+s’pose I ever shall have. I’m too old to piece patchwork, myself--my
+eyesight ain’t what it used to be.”
+
+For a moment Linda was speechless with delight, but finally she found
+her voice, and cried out:
+
+“Oh, Mrs. Burbank! All those lovely crazy pieces! Do you really mean to
+give them to me?”
+
+“Of course I do, and I’m real glad to see ye so pleased, my dear. Them
+silk pieces have laid in that chest years an’ years, doin’ nobody any
+good; an’ they shan’t lay there no longer, if they can make a little
+girl so happy.”
+
+And the good old lady looked happy herself as she opened another chest,
+and, taking out an old pillow-case of home-spun linen, began to fill it
+with the wondrous “crazy pieces.”
+
+When she had crowded them all in and tied the bag with a piece of twine,
+she said:
+
+“Now, you can take ’em right along with you, an’ whenever your father
+happens to come this way ag’in, he can bring me back the piller-case,
+for it was one of Mother Burbank’s, and I shouldn’t want to lose it.
+I declare for ’t!” she added, “I forgot all about your father, child,
+I got so took up with lookin’ over them pieces. He’s got the buggy
+mended, an’ he’s come back after you, so you must come right down.
+I want you an’ he should have dinner ’fore you go; it’s all ready.”
+
+And happy Linda went down to the kitchen, where she found her father and
+Johnny, and Deacon Burbank, who had just come home to dinner.
+
+Mr. Trafton was hungry, and quite willing to take dinner at the
+deacon’s, instead of waiting till they arrived at East Berlin.
+
+They all became very well acquainted in the course of the meal, and Mr.
+Trafton promised to bring Linda to see Mrs. Burbank, whenever he came
+that way.
+
+“And I will bring my crazy quilt and show it to you, when I get it done,
+Mrs. Burbank,” added Linda.
+
+Whereupon Johnny spoke up, and said:
+
+“If you don’t get on with your crazy quilt any faster than my sister
+does with hers, you won’t ever get it done!”
+
+And Linda told him that sounded just like Fred!
+
+Johnny carried the pillow-case out to the buggy and tucked it under the
+seat; and Linda could think of nothing but her crazy pieces all the way
+to East Berlin.
+
+When she got home and showed them to Fred, he declared they were the
+jolliest, craziest lot of pieces he had seen yet!
+
+And when Linda’s quilt was commenced, all the girls went wild over it;
+but she laughingly refused to tell them where her pieces came from.
+
+She made a great mystery of the matter, asserting, in reply to all
+inquiries, that hers would be a crazy quilt with a history, and nobody
+should know anything about it until the quilt was finished.
+
+A crazy quilt with a history is no trifling piece of work, and the girls
+have not yet heard the story.
+
+
+
+
+DAVY’S TURN.
+
+BY FLORENCE B. HALLOWELL.
+
+
+“Never mind! It’ll come my turn some day, and then I’ll pay you boys up;
+and you’ll be sorry enough for all the mean things you’ve done to me,”
+and Davy Potter stooped to pick up the books which one of a group of a
+dozen boys had pushed from his arm.
+
+The school-house yard was muddy from recent rains, and the books were so
+wet and dirty that Davy took out his pocket handkerchief to wipe them
+off.
+
+“What’ll you take for that handkerchief, Dave?” asked Fred Bassett.
+“It’s a beauty, and no mistake.”
+
+There was a loud shout from the other boys, and universal attention was
+directed to the little square of faded calico Davy was so industriously
+using.
+
+A hot flush rose to the boy’s thin, freckled face; but he made no reply,
+except to mutter under his breath something which the boys could not
+catch.
+
+But there was a bitter, vindictive feeling in his heart as he followed
+his persecutors into the school-house. He did not understand why all the
+wit--if wit it could be called--should be leveled at him; why he should
+be the target for every poisoned arrow, simply because he was poor, ugly
+and always at the bottom of his classes. He thought it unjust and cruel,
+and longed with all his heart for the time to come when by some real
+good luck he would have a chance to “pay the boys up.”
+
+He knew that if he ever needed assistance in any such work, he could
+rely on old Sim Kane to help him; for the old man--a half-witted
+creature who earned a miserable livelihood by doing odd jobs of
+wood-sawing and cleaning for charitably-disposed people--had good
+reason, also, to hate the boys of the Prickett school, and long for
+revenge.
+
+Davy lived with an aunt, who gave him a home as a matter of duty, and
+regarded him as a burden and a nuisance, often treating him so unkindly
+that he was made very unhappy, and spent as little time with her as
+possible.
+
+He tried honestly to be dutiful and obedient; but he couldn’t help
+forgetting occasionally to wipe his feet before entering the kitchen,
+and sometimes he let the fire go out, or forgot to feed the chickens.
+Then he was severely reprimanded, of course, and told that he was
+ungrateful, as well as stupid.
+
+But in the woods he was free to do as he liked, and there was no one to
+scold or find fault with him, and he had many dumb but affectionate
+friends there among the squirrels, rabbits and birds.
+
+So he always took his way to the woods every Saturday as soon as he had
+cleaned up the yard about his aunt’s house, filled all the
+water-buckets, cut the kindling for the kitchen stove, and attended to
+the dozen or more other chores Miss Potter required of him.
+
+He never shirked the least of them, no matter how anxious he was to get
+away; for he had been so frequently told how much he owed to his aunt,
+that he believed he could not do too much for her.
+
+It was while exploring the depths of the woods, one day, that he
+discovered the secret retreat of the “Mystic Nine,” a club of nine boys
+who disappeared from the village regularly every Saturday morning during
+the spring, summer and fall, and remained away until sunset, often
+returning with torches to have a street parade after dark, or with a bag
+of plump birds for a grand “fry” in the kitchen of some indulgent
+mother.
+
+That they had a hiding-place of some sort, where they held meetings and
+ate the generous lunches they carried with them, all the boys outside
+the nine felt sure; but none of the Mystics ever answered any questions
+concerning it, and threw out vague but impressive warnings as to the
+terrible fate that would befall any one whose curiosity led him to seek
+to penetrate the secret they guarded so closely.
+
+Davy stumbled upon it quite by chance. Following the trail of a bird
+with a wounded wing, he found himself in a part of the wood he had never
+been in before, and came suddenly upon a great pile of brush a dozen
+feet high, behind which was the entrance to a deep cave in a rocky
+hillside.
+
+He entered, and found it well furnished with rough blankets, a table,
+an oil stove, and many other things necessary to the comfort and
+convenience of nine boys. A large window in the roof, which was
+carefully covered with brush, afforded a means to obtain light, when
+that given by the mouth of the cave did not prove sufficient, or when
+bad weather made it necessary to drop the canvas which did duty as a
+door.
+
+Davy, afraid of getting into trouble, kept his discovery to himself, but
+he made frequent stolen trips to the cave, and resolved that some day he
+would use his knowledge for the purpose of obtaining his revenge.
+
+He had a vague plan in his head to guide about fifty of the roughest
+boys in the village to the cave, and thus give the secret to every one,
+and he fully determined to let this be his form of revenge, when, being
+called upon to read in class, he was forced to use the wet, soiled
+books.
+
+His thoughts were directed so much to this subject that his lessons were
+recited even worse than usual, and as a result he was kept in to study
+for an hour after the close of school.
+
+When he was at last free to go home, and left the school-house, he found
+that poor old Sim was in the hands of his enemies. The Mystic Nine had
+placed him in his own dilapidated hand-cart, and were wheeling him down
+one of the side streets as fast as they could go, shouting and laughing
+at his frenzied cries of distress and the ludicrous picture he
+presented, as he clung to the side of the cart, the brim of his torn
+straw hat flapping in the wind, and an old scarf of bright scarlet silk,
+which he cherished as his dearest earthly possession, streaming out
+behind.
+
+Davy felt very sorry for the old man, but did not dare interfere. He
+could only wait until the boys, becoming wearied of their sport, ran the
+cart into a shallow pond and went off to seek other diversion.
+
+Old Sim was almost helpless with fright and exhaustion, and when Davy
+waded into the pond and pushed the cart out on dry land again, he threw
+his arms about the boy’s neck, and clung to him, sobbing and moaning
+like a child.
+
+It was all Davy could do to comfort and quiet him, and to persuade him
+to go home, so apprehensive was he that another attack would be made on
+him. But Davy finally succeeded in convincing him that there was no
+further danger, and the old man went scuffling off to the miserable
+shanty he called home.
+
+The next day was Saturday, and as the weather was clear and bright, Davy
+resolved to spend the whole morning in the woods. But his aunt found so
+much for him to do that it was nearly noon before he was able to get
+away.
+
+As usual, he divided his lunch with the birds and squirrels, and then
+lay down under a tree to read a book he had brought with him.
+
+But it failed to interest him, and his mind persisted in dwelling upon
+the unkindness with which he was so systematically treated, both at home
+and at school.
+
+“I wonder if it will ever be any different?” he thought, as he sprang to
+his feet at last. “If I only could get to the head of the grammar class
+just once, they might treat me better. But of course there is no use in
+thinking of that, for there’s no chance of it.”
+
+He strolled through the woods, his steps turning unconsciously in the
+direction of the secret cave.
+
+He had almost reached it, when he suddenly became aware of where he was,
+and started to retrace his steps, fearing the boys would come out and
+discover him there.
+
+But scarcely had he turned when, to his amazement, he saw old Sim Kane
+come rushing toward him from the direction of the cave.
+
+The old man’s face was pallid with excitement, and he was swinging his
+long arms, and muttering and laughing to himself in a way that made
+Davy’s blood run cold.
+
+“Sim! Sim! what’s the matter?” he cried.
+
+But the old man paid no attention to him, and not pausing to question
+him again, but sure there was trouble of some sort at the cave, Davy ran
+toward that secret retreat.
+
+His ears soon told him what the trouble was. The great pile of brush
+which concealed the entrance to the cave had been set on fire!
+
+Terrible was the vengeance which the half-demented old man had taken on
+his boyish persecutors.
+
+Davy, with a loud cry of horror, and forgetting in that awful moment all
+his own wrongs, seized a stout branch, and rushed upon the pile of brush
+without a moment’s hesitation.
+
+The entire mouth of the cave was a mass of flame, and it was no easy
+matter to scatter the burning brands, so intense was the heat.
+
+But Davy fought the fire right and left, with a wild energy far beyond
+his strength and years, and at last the mouth of the cave was clear,
+and the fresh air could enter it again.
+
+Then, exhausted, faint, and suffering most intense agony from a dozen
+terrible burns, the brave boy sank to the ground.
+
+At first he was scarcely conscious, but presently he became aware that
+some one was bending over him, and opening his eyes, he saw Fred
+Bassett’s face, so full of pity, admiration and kindness that poor Davy
+scarcely recognized it.
+
+“We didn’t deserve this good turn of you, Davy,” said the boy. “But I
+can’t tell you how thankful we are to you. But for you we would have
+been suffocated inside of ten minutes. It was that old Sim who set the
+fire. We were busy at the back of the cave, making it deeper, and didn’t
+know anything about the fire until we heard the old man shout at us from
+the window overhead. He was half mad with joy, and was just about to
+light the brush on the window. He must have fired the pile in front in
+twenty places. There was no use in trying to get out. It was like a wall
+of fire. I tell you, we all thought our time had come. It was just
+awful.”
+
+“I’m glad I came when I did,” said Davy, gently. “But I’m afraid you’ll
+have to help me home. My feet are so badly burned I don’t believe I can
+take a step.”
+
+“As if we’d let you even think of walking!” exclaimed Fred. “We’ll rig
+up a litter in short order.”
+
+So Davy was carried into the village in state by seven of the boys,
+while the two others went on ahead to tell Miss Potter what had happened
+and engage the services of a doctor.
+
+And it was not until his wounds were all dressed, and he was lying
+quietly in bed, with Fred Bassett and Tom Harper sitting beside him,
+that Davy happened to think that the “turn” for which he had waited so
+long had come at last, and he had failed to take the revenge he had so
+ardently desired.
+
+But he never regretted this, for he never had to complain again of
+unkind treatment from either his aunt or his schoolmates. For Miss
+Potter, in taking care of her young nephew during the three weeks he was
+confined to the house, found good qualities of head and heart the
+existence of which she had never before even suspected, and she made up
+her mind that she had thought Davy a burden because she had never really
+understood him.
+
+As to the boys--well, they made a hero of Davy, and the “Mystic Nine”
+became the “Mystic Ten,” by the admission to membership of the shy,
+freckled-faced boy who was always at the bottom of his classes.
+
+And affection and encouragement brightened up Davy’s wits so much that
+he ceased before long to occupy that unenviable and lowly position, and
+astonished his teacher by his rapid progress.
+
+No punishment was ever meted out to old Sim; but it is scarcely
+necessary to say that the boys were careful to let him severely alone
+after that memorable Saturday on which Davy became a hero.
+
+
+
+
+THE BLIND GIRL AND THE SPRING.
+
+BY SYDNEY GREY.
+
+
+  Yes, it is true that I am blind (it was not always thus),
+  But oft it comes into my mind how God can comfort us.
+  For if, of some good gift bereft, we bend before His will,
+  He ever has a blessing left which should our sorrows still.
+  This very morn I found it so; scarce had the day begun,
+  Ere with small, pattering, restless feet that hither swiftly run,
+  The children came in joyous mood, and shouted, “Spring is here!”
+  And when they led me through the wood, I knew that she was near.
+  I felt her breath upon my cheek, and while we walked along,
+  A thousand times I heard her speak the rustling leaves among,
+  In tones as though a harp had thrilled beneath an angel’s touch,
+  And all my soul with rapture filled: yet when I said as much,
+  The others laughed and whispered low, “Nay, nay, it is the wind!”
+  To them perhaps it might be so; but, ah! if folks are blind,
+  They learn in every sound that floats around their pathway dark--
+  The breeze, the brook, the glad bird-notes--some hidden voice to mark.
+  Therefore, when spring begins to don her garments fresh and gay,
+  Because I cannot look upon her beauty day by day,
+  Nor see the pointed crocus flame above the garden mold,
+  Nor watch the snowy tips that frame the daisy’s heart of gold;
+  Because unto my longing eyes may never be displayed
+  The changeful glory of the skies, warm shine and soothing shade,
+  Nor the great sun’s far-reaching rays which crown the day with light,
+  Nor yet the star-lit purple haze that comes before the night;
+  She breathes the tender tale to me, in accents clear and plain,
+  Until I nearly rend the veil and see it all again.
+  And though I’m blind, I know quite well, when to the woods we go,
+  The place to find the wild bluebell, and where the lilies blow;
+  Shy violets tell me, as I pass, their buds are at my feet,
+  And through the lengthening meadow-grass run murmurs soft and sweet.
+  Oh! I thank God that He doth bring such daily joy to me,
+  For even I can welcome spring, like happy girls who see.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+How to Make A Canvas Canoe,
+
+(_Concluded._)
+
+BY E. T. LITTLEWOOD.
+
+
+The covering is best made of what is known as “crash,” strong and close.
+It must be wide enough to go completely under the canoe, and can be had
+about 5 ft. wide, which will be quite wide enough. Seven yards of it
+will be sufficient.
+
+To put on the canvas, turn the canoe over. Lay the canvas with the
+centre line along the keel. Stretch it well by pulling at each end, and
+tack it through the middle at the extreme ends with a few tacks in a
+temporary manner. Put in temporary tacks along the gunwale at moderate
+intervals, stretching slightly, and endeavor to get rid of all folds.
+
+Begin in the middle and work toward the ends, and always pull straight
+away from the keel, and not along the gunwale. Then put in a second set
+of tacks half way between the first set of tacks on one side, pulling
+fairly tight. Then, on the other side, put in tacks opposite to the
+latter, pulling as tightly as possible.
+
+The best way to do this is to seize the canvas with a pair of pincers,
+so that on pulling you can get the head of the pincers just over the
+gunwale, when they can be used as a lever to give an extra pull. A tack
+may then be put in on the outside of the gunwale; half-inch galvanized
+tacks will do.
+
+Now remove the temporary set of tacks. To get rid of folds, which will
+not occur along the keel, but along the gunwale, keep bisecting the
+distance between two consecutive tacks by another tack, so that the
+canvas is equally loose on each side of it, always now pulling the
+canvas as tightly as possible.
+
+In this way the folds will disappear, and the canvas be stretched tight
+and well-fastened to the gunwale. Leave that portion within a foot of
+each end untacked.
+
+Next cut away all that portion which projects beyond the stem and
+stern-post; turn the edges in, and tack along the edges at moderate
+distances.
+
+Bisect these distances, and these again, till you have a very close row
+of tacks, as in Fig. 12. Pull fairly tight, but not too tight, and do
+not use pincers for this part; quarter-inch tacks will be best.
+
+The ends may be cut out and put on, lapping the edges over the side, as
+shown in Fig. 12, and enough canvas will be left to fill the part along
+the sides of the well, into which the canvas should be tacked with a
+fine row of tacks, afterward being stretched over the gunwale. The canoe
+will now be completely covered in except the well.
+
+Before putting on the top, however, give the lower part outside a good
+coating of boiled linseed-oil. This will be most of it absorbed into the
+canvas. The same may be done afterward with the top.
+
+When this is dry--that is, after two or three days--give another good
+coating of the same. Then paint the canoe according to taste. Two coats
+for the bottom will be advisable, and paint which will stand water well
+should be used. It would be well to paint the framework with one coat
+before covering.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Make a stretcher (Fig. 13) for the feet, of half-inch board, and slips
+to fit it into (Fig. 10), with stops on the floor. Also, a backboard of
+half-inch board, to correspond (Fig. 14). Each piece in the latter may
+be 18x4 inches. They should be nailed into two cross-pieces behind, so
+as to form a hollow for back, and should be placed two inches apart,
+to allow a space for the spine.
+
+I prefer myself to fit in the backboard by means of stops on the floor
+and back of the well, making it keep one position, and that at a
+considerable slope, and have not found a swinging backboard so
+comfortable as some appear to have done.
+
+For the paddle, for which I think about 7 feet 6 inches long over all
+is a good length, take a light, clean piece of yellow pine, or fir,
+1½ x 1¼ inches, not more, and 6 feet long. In the ends of this cut
+slots 6 inches long, each to receive two pear-shaped pieces of very
+light half-inch plank, 1 foot 3 inches by 8 inches. Nail them through
+with copper nails, if possible. The blades should be at right angles
+to the thickest direction of the handle.
+
+Before nailing in, shave down the handle from an oval of 1½ x 1¼
+inches for 2 feet of the middle to an oval of about 1⅛ x ⅞ inches
+near the beginning of the blades.
+
+The handle should have its full thickness at the beginning of the blade,
+but should be well tapered off along the blade, so as to be quite thin
+at its middle, where it ends. It should have its full breadth across the
+breadth of the blade. The blade itself may be shaved off thinner toward
+the edges.
+
+I do not think that for ordinary purposes any strip of copper or tin
+need be put round the blade, and the weight is increased by using.
+
+The great thing about a paddle is that it should be as light as
+possible, and, if it appears able to stand it, it may be reduced still
+further. It may be painted or varnished, all but two feet in the middle.
+I find no rings on the paddles necessary.
+
+A short strip nailed outside the gunwale in the middle of the canoe is a
+good thing; it prevents wear from the paddle, and forms something to
+catch hold of in lifting the canoe.
+
+A short outer keel is also a good thing at each end to prevent wear; but
+in making holes for the nails through the canvas into the keel care must
+be taken to turn in the edges round each hole, to tack with a close
+circle of tacks, and paint well, so as to render the place water-tight.
+
+An apron is seldom wanted, but may be made of canvas rendered waterproof
+with boiled oil, if desired.
+
+It is well to fasten some inflated bladders in each end, so as to make
+the canoe a diminutive lifeboat, in case of an upset or of a hole being
+knocked in her.
+
+The canoe will now be ready for launching. The owner should learn to put
+her carefully into the water and take her out by himself--to carry her
+on his shoulder.
+
+Superfluous wood may be cut from the central parts of the shapes, and
+also from along the keel toward the ends before covering. The floor
+forms a considerable item in the weight, consequently this should be
+made no wider or thicker than necessary. In paddling, learn to reach
+well forward and back, with a good swing of the body from side to side.
+
+Such a canoe as described will be found to wear well, and one made by
+myself for a friend two years ago is now in use, and quite water-tight.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE PARTRIDGE DRUMS.
+
+
+“When I first came to Canada,” says a writer from that locality,
+“I found there were various opinions as to the method of making the
+sound. One man, who read a great deal, but rarely went into the woods,
+said that the sound was produced by the bird’s voice. Some of the
+hunters told me that the bird struck its wings on the log, and others
+that it struck them together over its back.
+
+“I did not give much heed to the bookman’s explanation, for all the
+woodmen laughed at it. I soon learned to discredit also the idea that
+the bird thumped the log with its wings, because whether it stood on a
+stump or a stone, a rotten log or solid timber, the sound was always the
+same. Lastly, I did not believe that the wings were struck together,
+because, when a pigeon or rooster strikes its wings together, the sound
+is always a sharp crack. At length, after watching the bird carefully,
+I came to the conclusion that it drums by beating the air only.
+
+“It is not an easy matter to get sight of a partridge when he is
+drumming, but I managed to do it by crawling on my hands and knees
+toward the bird, lying still while he was quiet, and only moving forward
+when he renewed his noisy courtship; for it is only to woo and win his
+mate that Sir Ruffled Grouse indulges in these musical exercises.
+
+“In this way I contrived to come within twenty feet without alarming
+him. Through the alder thicket I could just see his shapely form,
+strutting about like a turkey cock; then for a moment he stood upright,
+with his feathers lying close.
+
+“Suddenly his wings flashed, and at the same moment I heard the loud
+thump. Then for a few seconds he stood looking about as though nothing
+had happened; but presently came a second flash and thump, and others
+followed at lessening intervals, until at last the serenade rolled a way
+like the galloping of horses or the rumbling of distant thunder.”
+
+
+
+
+FROGS AND TADPOLES.
+
+BY E. S.
+
+
+It is very interesting in the spring to watch the gradual development of
+a frog from the egg, through the tadpole stage of its existence, till at
+last it assumes its final form.
+
+The old frogs emerge from their winter hiding-places in the mud, early
+in the spring, and during April their eggs may be found floating on
+almost every stagnant pond.
+
+A group of these eggs in their early stages of development looks like a
+mass of clear white jelly, containing numbers of black specks, each of
+which is really the germ of the future tadpole.
+
+In order to watch the development, a group of the eggs should be taken
+and put in a shallow vessel of water, which, if kept in the house,
+should have a bell-glass, or some other covering, over it, to keep out
+the dust.
+
+The jelly-like mass which envelopes the future tadpole is so clear that
+all its changes can be easily watched.
+
+First the head appears, then a flat tail, and in course of time the
+nostrils, mouth and large eyes, till at length the completed tadpole
+bursts open its gelatinous covering, and apparently not in the least
+embarrassed by its new surroundings, begins swimming briskly about,
+looking for something to eat.
+
+The time occupied in hatching varies in different countries, according
+to the climate, from four days to a month.
+
+The following stages are even more interesting, especially for those who
+can take advantage of the transparency of the parts to watch the
+circulation of the blood through a microscope.
+
+The body of the tadpole gradually gets broader, while the tail gets
+thinner and thinner, till it finally disappears altogether; but before
+that happens, its place has been taken by two hind legs, which first
+appear under the skin and then gradually push their way through.
+
+The fore legs next appear, and so on through all the stages of
+development, till in a longer or shorter time, according to the amount
+of warmth, light and food it can obtain, the complete frog appears.
+
+But woe betide the unfortunate tadpole which, first of the shoal,
+attains to the dignity of possessing limbs, for so ferocious are the
+later ones, and so jealous of their precocious little brother, that they
+almost always fall upon him, and not content with killing, never rest
+till every morsel of him is eaten.
+
+And unless several of the tadpoles assume their final change about the
+same time, this proceeding is repeated till their numbers are very
+considerably diminished, or, as sometimes happens, till only one
+survivor is left, who, having helped to eat all his brethren, instead of
+meeting with his deserts, is allowed to live on in peace, till some day,
+in the course of his walks abroad, he, in his turn, is snapped up as a
+delicate morsel by some hungry snake or water-fowl.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  BE HONEST AND TRUE.
+
+  By George Birdseye.
+
+
+      Be honest and true, boys!
+      Whatever you do, boys,
+  Let this be your motto through life.
+      Both now and forever,
+      Be this your endeavor,
+  When wrong with the right is at strife.
+
+      The best and the truest,
+      Alas! are the fewest;
+  But be one of these if you can.
+      In duty ne’er fail; you
+      Will find ’twill avail you,
+  And bring its reward when a man.
+
+      Don’t think life plain sailing;
+      There’s danger of failing,
+  Though bright seem the future to be;
+      But honor and labor,
+      And truth to your neighbor,
+  Will bear you safe over life’s sea.
+
+      Then up and be doing,
+      Right only pursuing,
+  And take your fair part in the strife.
+      Be honest and true, boys,
+      Whatever you do, boys,
+  Let this be your motto through life!
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 22._]
+
+             IN SEARCH of HIMSELF.
+
+         A Tale of Dangerous Adventure.
+
+              BY GEORGE H. COOMER,
+
+        Author Of “Arthur Summers,” Etc.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+RALPH MAKES A FRIEND.
+
+Ralph had need of all his courage, as he realized what was before him.
+In a low, swampy spot, close under a pile of rock and earth, that rose
+out of it like a wall, was an animal such as he had never met with until
+this moment, although he instinctively guessed what it must be.
+
+The creature appeared to be in a complete frenzy of rage. It was covered
+with mud and water, and with furious motions was trampling down the
+long, rank grass which grew about the place.
+
+“A wild boar!” uttered our young friend to himself, with his heart
+leaping to his throat, as his glance took in the sharp back, the high
+shoulders, and the immense tusks that curved from the jaws like
+cimetars.
+
+He had seen pictures of such animals, but had never dreamed how
+startling the reality would be.
+
+The boar seemed to direct his fury against the ledge which formed the
+boundary of the muddy and grassy place where he was raging about; and
+looking a little above the savage brute, Ralph perceived a something
+which appeared like a human form in some manner confined among the
+rocks. He thought the body looked as if partially under a big stone that
+held it down.
+
+Instantly the thought came to him:
+
+“It must be that a man has got caught there under a rock, which he has
+pulled down upon himself in trying to clamber up.”
+
+Just as this thought entered his mind, he saw the boar give a fearful
+spring and fall back with what seemed a strip of clothing between his
+jaws.
+
+The position of the imprisoned man must be awful, and there was not a
+moment to lose. The next spring might be more successful.
+
+The fierce jaws clashed together with a startling sound, and the huge
+head was shaken, as if the frenzy of the monster was increased by the
+possession of that bit of rag.
+
+The prisoner gave another wild cry, and Ralph responded, with all the
+strength of his lungs:
+
+“I’ll help you! I’ll help you!”
+
+He was too far off for a successful shot, but he hoped by firing to
+attract the animal’s attention from the man to himself, and then, in
+case of need, he might retreat into some one of the trees among which he
+was then standing.
+
+So, taking the best aim he could, he fired both barrels in quick
+succession. But the boar, except by a furious toss of the head and a
+single terrible “_Whoosh!_” paid not the slightest attention to him.
+
+Indeed, the efforts of the animal to reach the intended victim became,
+if possible, more frantic than ever; and Ralph guessed that once, at
+least, the tusks came in contact with some part of the poor captive’s
+body.
+
+“I can do nothing in this way,” he said to himself. “The man will be
+torn in pieces before my eyes. I must make a bold move and take my
+chance.”
+
+Between himself and the scene of danger there was neither rock nor tree,
+but only the shallow mud and water, and the rank grass. The venture
+would be a desperate one, but nothing less would save the man from a
+terrible death.
+
+[Illustration:
+“RALPH’S LEGS WERE KNOCKED FROM UNDER HIM BY THE WEIGHT
+OF THE HUGE BODY, SO THAT HE FELL AT FULL LENGTH IN THE MUD.”]
+
+Ralph had about him shells containing charges of all descriptions,
+from fine shot to bullets. Quickly throwing open his breech-loader, he
+slipped a ball cartridge into one barrel and a heavy charge of buckshot
+into the other.
+
+Then springing forward, he went splashing across the morass, with the
+mud and water almost up to his knees.
+
+“I am no marksman,” he thought, as he strode rapidly on, “and shall have
+to get close to him to hit him; but if he should come at me, I shall
+have my second barrel, besides a plenty of shells.”
+
+There was some reassurance in this thought, especially as he had two of
+the spare shells in his hand, ready for use in case of need.
+
+At a distance of only six rods from the enraged animal, he stopped and
+brought up his gun.
+
+The boar was not still for an instant, but rushing about in its efforts
+to get up the rock. He had certainly struck the man, for there was blood
+on the rock and on the savage tusks. This probably rendered him all the
+more eager.
+
+“I’ll try the buckshot first,” thought Ralph, “for they’ll scatter a
+little, and some of them must hit him.”
+
+He ranged between the two barrels, and pulled. “Bang!” sounded the
+report. “Whoosh!” uttered the boar, stopping short in his efforts
+against the rock, and turning his whole attention upon the intruder.
+Doubtless he was hit, but perhaps not mortally.
+
+Ralph’s gun was again at his face. “Bang!” This time the single ball was
+sent, but through the smoke of the discharge he saw that the boar was
+rushing upon him.
+
+An interval of six rods, and a wild hog, six feet long, bounding over it
+with clashing jaws! How the breech-loader sprang open, and how the two
+spare charges went into it! What if Ralph had not held them all ready in
+his hand?
+
+“Bang! bang!” The boar’s head was not three feet from the muzzle as the
+second barrel was fired. The monster’s impetus carried him on with a
+plunge; and the young hero’s legs were knocked from under him by the
+weight of the huge body, so that he fell at full length in the mud.
+
+For an instant he believed himself lost, and while scrambling to his
+feet he expected to feel the sweep of those sword-like tusks.
+
+But there was no longer any danger; the last discharge had done its work
+to perfection, and with his knees bent under him, the boar lay just as
+he had plowed into the mire, having not even rolled over.
+
+Picking up his gun, Ralph hurried to assist the person on the rock, whom
+he had already seen to be a negro, and whom he now found to be held down
+by a large stone, which lay upon his legs, he having doubtless pulled it
+from a position above in his frantic efforts to escape from his pursuer.
+
+The confined black could not help himself; but Ralph succeeded, without
+much difficulty, in relieving him from the heavy weight.
+
+The stone could not have slipped more than two or three feet, for the
+negro was not much injured by it, although it had held him so firmly.
+He had the marks of the animal’s tusks on one of his legs; but the wound
+was not a dangerous one. Ralph bound his handkerchief around it, and
+felt very glad to find that the poor fellow was almost as good as new.
+
+Finding himself able to walk, and seeming to realize how much he owed to
+his young rescuer, the stout negro grasped the boy’s right hand in both
+his own, and with tears glistening in his eyes, uttered a number of
+rapid sentences, only a few words of which Ralph could understand, but
+which were evidently the outpourings of gratitude.
+
+Still, there was in his manner an appearance of apprehension, as if he
+feared that the lad might not be alone. He would glance furtively about,
+like one who is expecting an enemy; and it was plain that he was
+meditating a retreat.
+
+Back of the rocks there was dry, firm land; and in this direction he
+looked, as if desirous of moving off.
+
+Ralph recalled the conversation which he had heard the day before about
+the runaway slave.
+
+“This man may be Jumbo himself,” he thought. “I’ll try to make him
+understand me.”
+
+Then, looking kindly in the negro’s face, he said, in Spanish:
+
+“I think you are Jumbo. I am only a boy, and I am all alone. You are
+free; you can go where you will.”
+
+And he pointed to the deep, free woods.
+
+Ralph had great difficulty in getting out this amount of Castilian; but
+the negro, whose own command of that language seemed to be of the most
+meagre description, comprehended his meaning. He took the spirit, if not
+the words.
+
+A grateful expression came over his dark face, and again he clasped the
+boy’s hand, with the same flow of mingled African and Spanish upon his
+tongue.
+
+Ralph bade him a kind good-by, and he walked away into the forest,
+waving his sable hand with a gesture full of feeling as he disappeared.
+
+Our young sailor now proceeded to examine the animal he had killed.
+
+It is said that the timid man is afraid before the danger, the coward
+during it, and the brave man after it. Ralph was afraid after it.
+
+He felt a kind of weakness about the knees, and wondered that he had not
+noticed it before. He remembered how the bristles had stood up on the
+boar’s back, how the savage jaws had clashed together, and how he had
+seen the tusks standing out like long knives as the creature came
+straight for him.
+
+Now how grim the monster looked as he lay in the mud and water, just
+where he had dropped dead--not on his side, but with the legs doubled
+under him, and the stout, hoggish ears sticking up like ears of corn.
+
+“The next thing is to find my pony,” thought Ralph. “Let’s see--which
+way did I come? Here are my tracks. I must have come out of that thicket
+yonder.”
+
+Then, looking about him, he saw another line of tracks, and, going to
+examine it, perceived that it was where the boar had chased the black
+man across the morass. Most of the negro’s footprints were lost in those
+of the hog.
+
+Almost at the moment in which Ralph reached his pony, he heard the
+report of a gun at some distance, and guessed that Mr. Arthur was coming
+in search of him. He answered the signal, and the planter, who had
+become anxious for his safety, soon made his appearance.
+
+“I had begun to be really alarmed about you,” said Mr. Arthur, “and
+feared I should have to go back and summon assistance in the search. If
+you had not heard my gun, I should have missed you, for I was just about
+to turn in the opposite direction.”
+
+“Oh, I am sorry I have given you all this trouble!” said Ralph. “It is
+too bad. But you can’t think what I have killed! I am glad you have
+come, so that I can show you.”
+
+“Why, how wet and muddy you are!” said the planter, “and how your
+clothes are torn! For heaven’s sake! where have you been?”
+
+Ralph related his adventure, and told how the black man had gone into
+the forest.
+
+“I would not have had you take such a risk for all I am worth!” said Mr.
+Arthur. “What would your father say if he knew of it?”
+
+“But the man couldn’t get away, and the boar might have got at him
+before I could have had a chance to bring any one else here,” replied
+Ralph.
+
+“Yes, I know; but it was a fearful risk. No doubt the man was the
+runaway that I was speaking of to Mr. Osborne. At least, I should judge
+so from your description. Osborne would have detained him, of course;
+but I am not sorry that you made no such attempt. I should have been
+tempted to let him go myself.”
+
+It was a great relief to Ralph to find that Mr. Arthur took this view of
+the matter--a very singular one, he thought, for the owner of five or
+six hundred slaves; yet, from what he had seen of his kind friend, he
+was not surprised at it.
+
+The planter was curious to visit the scene of the adventure, and, with
+some difficulty, they made their way to the place.
+
+“Why, Ralph,” he exclaimed, looking at the dead animal, and then at the
+surroundings of the spot, “it is fearful! Had I known what you were
+about, I should have given you up for lost. Not a tree within twenty
+rods of you! Suppose you had failed to kill him? It frightens me to
+think of it!”
+
+Going to the ledge beyond, they saw where the negro had scrambled up
+with muddy feet, and where the sharp hoofs of the boar had scratched
+long lines on the rock.
+
+It was easy to see how the large, loose stone, which had prevented the
+fugitive’s escape, had slipped from its place as he tried to climb
+over it.
+
+“Well, well,” said Mr. Arthur, “you ought to have one good friend in the
+forest, and I guess you have! I don’t think that poor fellow will ever
+forget you.”
+
+Ralph felt that this was pay enough, even though the friend was only a
+poor negro, whom he might never see again.
+
+And now, leaving the huge game where it had fallen, he accompanied the
+good planter back to the little village of huts, where Mrs. Arthur and
+Camilla were awaiting them in some anxiety.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+OUR SAILOR BOY DISLIKES MR. OSBORNE.
+
+“Oh, how dreadful!” exclaimed Camilla, as she listened to the recital of
+what had taken place.
+
+“I am thinking of his mother,” said Mrs. Arthur, “and I am so
+thankful--so thankful--that he is safe!”
+
+Mr. Osborne took a very practical view of the matter.
+
+“You could have kept the negro, I suppose,” he said, “as you had your
+gun; but then it might not have been very easy to get him anywhere, you
+being a boy.”
+
+“I didn’t wish to _get him anywhere_,” replied Ralph. “I wished him to
+go where he liked.”
+
+“Of course; it wasn’t your business to catch runaway negroes,” said the
+overseer, “and you did perfectly right. Only I wish I could have been
+there. Did he seem to be afraid of you?”
+
+“No, sir; I laid down my gun.”
+
+“Suppose he had taken it up?”
+
+“I never thought of such a thing, sir; I was trying to help him, and he
+knew it.”
+
+“I wouldn’t have trusted him,” remarked the overseer.
+
+“I did trust him, sir; or, rather, I didn’t think anything about it.
+I wanted to stop his leg from bleeding.”
+
+“Was he in a hurry to be off after you had fixed him up?”
+
+“He looked uneasy, as if afraid that somebody else might come before he
+could get away.”
+
+“Perhaps he expected you to take up your gun and order him to march for
+his old quarters?”
+
+“I don’t know how that was,” said Ralph; “but the gun lay all the while
+where he could have taken it up if he would.”
+
+“What did you say to him?”
+
+“I told him he was free. And it almost made me cry to see how grateful
+he appeared for what I had done. I hope he has some good place to
+stay in.”
+
+“No danger,” said the overseer; “he has a good enough place for this
+climate, and lives on the fat of the land, besides. I think some of my
+negroes could go straight to him within the next two hours, but they
+won’t tell.”
+
+“And do they never run away, too?” asked Ralph.
+
+“Yes; but I have generally got them back. Sometimes they are arrested by
+the Spanish soldiers, if they venture out of the woods; and sometimes,
+when they keep in their hiding-places, I track them out myself.”
+
+“And do you whip them when you get them back?”
+
+“Of course I do; that teaches them better than to risk it again.”
+
+Somehow, Ralph did not like Mr. Osborne; for, besides that it was hard
+to help associating him with the cruel office he occupied, there was a
+something in him as an individual which repelled the boy’s quick,
+intuitive sympathies. Practically he might be better than most
+overseers, but how could he be otherwise under a superior like Mr.
+Arthur?
+
+Ralph had brought in the parrots and paroquets that he had shot, for he
+had not forgotten them on remounting his pony, and he now took off their
+skins in a very artistic manner, leaving the beautiful plumage almost
+unruffled, much to the delight of Camilla, who thanked him for his
+thoughtfulness of her.
+
+Upon the journey homeward, the two spotted ponies, keeping close
+together, galloped, trotted or walked, according to the fancies of their
+riders or the variations of the road, while the horses of the older
+people jogged more steadily.
+
+“I wonder,” said Camilla, “if Jumbo will not often think of you? I know
+he will, though--he cannot help it.”
+
+“I hope he will,” said Ralph; “and I hope, too, that he will not suffer.
+Your father does not seem at all anxious to get him back.”
+
+“Oh, no! papa does not care for his running away. He says that if the
+revolution should succeed, the new government would free all the slaves,
+and he is willing that this should be done. Somehow, he is a slaveholder
+against his will.”
+
+“Do you like Mr. Osborne?” asked Ralph.
+
+“Not very well. Papa has a high opinion of him as an overseer, but I do
+think that even papa himself is not quite satisfied with all that was
+done while we were away in the United States.”
+
+“The revolutionists appear to ruin a great many sugar plantations,” said
+Ralph. “Do you ever feel afraid of being molested?”
+
+“Yes, mamma and I do, because they sometimes come very near us; but papa
+says he does not think there is any danger. They know what his
+sentiments are; besides, he is an _Americano_, and they have a great
+respect for _los Americanos_.”
+
+“And isn’t he afraid, then, of the Spanish government?”
+
+“No; he takes no active part on either side; only his feelings are with
+the liberal party. I think papa is not much of a politician.”
+
+“I know how he feels,” said Ralph; “he is good and kind, and wants
+everybody to be free. He is one of the best men I ever saw.”
+
+“He really is!” exclaimed Camilla, enthusiastically. “He is just as good
+as any one _can_ be. And,” she added, with childlike earnestness, “he
+likes you ever so much, too.”
+
+Ralph was perfectly happy upon this ride; and when the party reached
+home, it was to be greeted by the unaffected welcome of the negroes,
+old and young, who were evidently much attached to their master and his
+household. The parrots chattered, and the song-birds sang, while the
+odor of the orange blossoms was well in keeping with the rest.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+A NEW PROPOSITION.
+
+Next day the planter and his young guest visited the city, and returned
+with Captain Weston. He was thrilled by the story of Ralph’s encounter
+with the wild boar. It shocked him to think how narrowly a dreadful
+calamity had been escaped, and he all the while attending to his
+ordinary duties, in ignorance of the danger.
+
+“Captain,” said Mr. Arthur, as they sat conversing together after
+reaching the plantation, “I have a proposition to make. Why not let
+Ralph remain with me till your return from Philadelphia? I may take a
+journey or two about the island within the next few weeks, upon
+business, and probably he would enjoy going with me. It would give him
+an opportunity to see more of Cuba than he is likely to see in any other
+way.”
+
+“I don’t know what his mother would say,” replied the captain. “She
+expects me to bring him home, and I am afraid she would be troubled
+about it. Besides, I like to have him with me, though I know you would
+take every care of him.”
+
+“I understand your feelings,” said the planter; “but my wife is about
+writing to Mrs. Weston concerning the debt of gratitude we owe him; and
+should you consent to his remaining, I think her letter will place the
+matter in such a light as to remove any objection on his mother’s part.”
+
+Mrs. Arthur seconded her husband very earnestly.
+
+“You cannot think how much we would enjoy having him here,” she said.
+“He has such a kind, lovable nature, and is so bright and active. I do
+hope it may be arranged that he may stay.”
+
+Captain Weston revolved the matter seriously, and concluded at length
+that it should be left to Ralph’s decision. What that decision would be
+he could have had very little doubt, as he glanced toward the boy and
+girl who were at that moment enjoying a swing under an orange tree of
+unusual size, the vibrations of the rope occasionally bringing down some
+of the golden fruit.
+
+Ralph was in ecstasies at the proposition, and Camilla’s bright face
+lighted up with a pleasure that she did not try to conceal.
+
+“Oh, how nice it will be!” she said. “I am so glad you are to remain.”
+
+A soft flush leaped to her cheeks as she spoke, and her beautiful eyes
+expressed an artlessness that was very bewitching.
+
+So it was settled that Ralph should remain in Cuba during the two months
+which would probably elapse before the return of the Cristoval Colon to
+Santiago. His mother (for he could not have endured to think of Mrs.
+Weston in any other light) would be comforted by the knowledge that he
+was in such good hands. And then how much he would have to tell her when
+he should go home!
+
+Captain Weston was greatly pleased with the plantation and its
+management. He had seen much of Cuba, but never anything of this kind
+which appeared so satisfactory. He walked and rode with the planter,
+smoked his cigar with him, and admired his kind treatment of his slaves.
+
+After a tarry of two days, he returned to the city, accompanied by the
+planter and Ralph.
+
+As the latter mounted the side of the Cristoval Colon, he met a merry
+welcome from the tars, some of whom threw out sly innuendoes in their
+sailor style about pearls and pearl-divers, but he did not permit their
+harmless jokes to annoy him.
+
+After a pleasant visit, Mr. Arthur returned to the plantation; but Ralph
+did not accompany him, as he desired to remain some days with his father
+during the vessel’s brief stay in port.
+
+He was not a boy who was afraid of work, and now, putting on his
+everyday rig, he applied himself with a light heart to the duties of the
+ship, lying stoutly back upon the slack of the tackle, while the sailors
+hoisted the heavy articles of the cargo, or running aloft to loose the
+sails for drying after the drenching night dews, and assisting to furl
+them at evening.
+
+“That boy is smart,” old Jack Evans would say to his shipmates. “He is
+the best fellow for a captain’s son I ever fell in with; he is always
+looking for something to do.”
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+OLD JACK SEES A REMEMBERED FACE.
+
+One evening, when Ralph went into the forecastle, he found Jack alone
+there. The old sailor had just been overhauling his sea-chest, and had
+in his hand the baby’s shoe which he had so long carried for good luck.
+
+“I was just looking at it,” he said, “because to-day I came across the
+father of that identical baby. I hadn’t seen him for about sixteen
+years, but I knew him in a minute. He was puffing his cigar, just as he
+used to do about the decks of the Moro Castle.”
+
+“What!” exclaimed Ralph, “the very man? Oh, how I wish I had been with
+you! Who is he, and where does he live?”
+
+“That I don’t know,” replied Jack. “Of course, he didn’t know me, and I
+hadn’t a very good chance to introduce myself. He was jabbering with a
+lot of other Spaniards on a corner, with his _caramba_ and his _como
+esta usted_, so that I didn’t feel like going up to him with a yarn
+about a baby’s shoe. Which way he went I don’t know, for I had to get
+back to the ship.”
+
+“When was it?” asked Ralph, with great earnestness.
+
+“It was while I was ashore this noon.”
+
+“Why didn’t you tell me?” said the boy. “I would have gone right ashore.
+But, no--I couldn’t have found him without you. Dear me! I wish I could
+have been with you.”
+
+“Why, my lad, it’s of no consequence,” said Jack. “You seem to think
+more of it than I do.”
+
+“But I want to see him,” replied Ralph. “I wonder if he is about here
+every day?”
+
+“Likely enough,” said Jack. “But I didn’t think you cared anything about
+the matter.”
+
+“Well, I’m thinking of that baby’s shoe,” answered Ralph. “It seems so
+queer--the way you got it, and the way you have kept it.”
+
+“I know that’s odd,” said Jack. “I suppose my keeping it is all
+nonsense.”
+
+“No, it isn’t,” said Ralph. “I don’t think it is, I’m sure.”
+
+“You believe a little in old shoes, then?”
+
+“I believe in _that_ shoe, Jack. I mean to go ashore with you, and have
+a good look for that man.”
+
+“But we shouldn’t stand much chance of finding him,” replied Jack. “I’ve
+been here in Santiago a number of times, but this is the first time I
+have run across him here.”
+
+Ralph looked anxious and excited; but he saw that Jack felt somewhat
+surprised at the interest he took in the matter, and so restrained
+himself.
+
+“After all,” he thought, “it may have nothing to do with _me_. Just a
+baby on its passage to the United States. But, then, it was going to
+Philadelphia, and it was a boy baby; and I must have been a baby at the
+same time. I wonder what Jack would say if he knew what I am
+thinking of?”
+
+It would be strange, he thought, if he were really to get track of
+himself in such a way--the first of the tracks being made by that tiny
+shoe in Jack’s chest. And then he reflected how improbable it seemed,
+when there were so many babies in the world, that he should have been
+_that_ baby.
+
+“I almost hope the thing will never come to light,” he said to himself.
+“Perhaps it is better not to know.”
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+IN A MENAGERIE.
+
+
+There is a distinct individuality among tigers, as among ourselves, some
+being gentle and tolerably tractable, while others are fierce, morose,
+and not to be trusted.
+
+In Mr. G. Sanger’s menagerie, at Margate, England, there are two
+tigresses which are of exactly opposite characters. Both go by the name
+of “Bessy,” there being an extraordinary lack of originality in the
+nomenclature of animals.
+
+The difference may be partly owing to the accident of birth, one having
+been captured while young, and the other born in a menagerie.
+
+One might naturally imagine that the latter would be the better tempered
+of the two, she never having known the freedom of savage life. But, in
+accordance with the invariable rule, the “forest-bred” animal is the
+tamer, those which have been born in captivity being always uncertain in
+their ways, and not to be trusted.
+
+Now, “Bessy the First” is forest bred. The head keeper, Walter
+Stratford, has the most perfect confidence in her, and can take any
+liberties with her.
+
+After I had paid several visits to the menagerie, I thought that she
+began to recognize me, and therefore cultivated her acquaintance. Now,
+as soon as I enter the house, Bessy tries to attract my attention,
+expects to be patted and stroked, her ears to be pulled, and her nose
+rubbed, just as a pet cat would do.
+
+One day I had an unexpected experience with her. Nearly the whole of the
+end of the room is occupied by a huge cage, in which Stratford delights
+in putting all sorts of incongruous animals.
+
+There are several varieties of monkeys, a porcupine, a goat, some
+rabbits and guinea-pigs, a few geese and ducks, four cats,
+a coati-mondi, two raccoons, a jackal, a little white Pomeranian dog
+named Rose, two pigs, and other animals.
+
+Thinking that the goat would like some fresh grass, I went to the lawn,
+gathered a large handful, and brought it to the goat.
+
+Not a blade of that grass did she get. I had hardly held the grass to
+the bars when Rose flew at it, drove the goat away, and literally tore
+the grass out of my hands. Three times did I fetch grass before the goat
+was allowed to eat a blade of it. Ever since that time I have always
+furnished myself with a good supply of grass before visiting these
+animals.
+
+On one occasion I stopped as usual at Bessie’s cage, and noticed that
+she stared fixedly at the grass. So I said, jokingly:
+
+“Why, Bessy, you cannot want grass. However, here it is if you want it.”
+
+So I put my hand into the cage, and was much surprised by seeing her
+gently scrape the grass out of my hand with her huge paw. Then she lay
+down, gathered the grass between her paws, and licked up every particle
+of it.
+
+When she had finished it, she looked appealingly in my face as if asking
+for another supply; so I brought a fresh handful, the whole of which she
+took in the same dainty way.
+
+Meanwhile Rose was performing the most extraordinary antics at the end
+of the room. She had seen me bring in the grass, and naturally imagined
+that it was intended for her. What with disappointment, and what with
+jealousy, she was simply frantic, barking, yelping, jumping up and down,
+scratching at the bars of the cage, and expressing her outraged feelings
+in the most ludicrous fashion. Now I always give Bessy her allowance of
+grass first, and then take another portion to Rose and the goat.
+
+It is a rather remarkable fact that the carnivora are much more eager
+for the grass than are the deer, camels, antelopes and other vegetable
+feeders.
+
+As to “Bessy the First,” she is so fond of Stratford, and places such
+reliance on him, that when she has cubs she will allow him to enter the
+cage, take away the cubs and hand them about among the visitors. In
+fact, she is quite pleased to see that her offspring attract so much
+attention.
+
+Very different is “Bessy the second.” She never had a very good temper,
+but was not considered to be a very dangerous animal, until an event
+occurred which completely altered, or, at all events, had an evil
+influence upon her character.
+
+Nearly two years ago, three young lion cubs were in the next cage to
+hers. One day she seemed to be seized with a sudden frenzy, smashed the
+partition between the cages, flew at the cubs, and killed two of them in
+a moment.
+
+The whole attack was so quick and unexpected that Stratford had only
+just time to save the life of the third cub. Since that time she has
+been carefully watched, for when once a lion or a tiger has broken
+through a cage it is apt to repeat the operation.
+
+“Bessy the Second” is restless, morose and suspicious, and if any of the
+animals make a sudden movement, she starts up, stares at them through
+the bars, and often sets up a series of roars, which have the effect of
+causing every lion and tiger in the place to roar for sympathy, so that
+the noise is deafening.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES OF DUMB CREATURES.
+
+
+--Says a naturalist: “We came to a large piece of timber, and while
+passing through it, I had my first experience with the honey-bird of
+South Africa. This curious little bird is, in size and plumage, about
+like an English sparrow, and gets his name from the fact that the little
+fellow, who is very fond of honey, being unable to obtain it for
+himself, will lead men to the places where the wild bees have hidden
+their stores of rich, wild honey. Whenever this bird sees a man, he will
+fly close to him, hovering around, uttering a twittering sound; then he
+will go off in the direction of the place (generally a tree) where the
+honey is, flying backward and forward in a zigzag fashion. Then back he
+will come, twittering in the same manner, as if to say, ’Come along:
+I’ll show you where it is.’ These actions are repeated until the tree is
+reached, when the bird will indicate it very plainly by flying to it and
+hovering around it. If the distance is great (and sometimes the
+honey-bird will lead a person who is willing to follow a distance of ten
+miles); he will wait on a tree until the follower comes up, and will
+then continue his business of piloting. He is very persistent, and will
+do his best to draw any one on; but if the party is not posted about
+honey-birds, and refuses to follow, or goes in the wrong direction, the
+bird will leave, probably in search of some person who will appreciate
+his efforts to provide him with sweetmeats. While the bees are being
+smoked out, and the honey taken up, the bird will hover in the vicinity
+until the job is done, when of course his reward comes in the shape of a
+feast on the fragments that are left. If he knows of other hives, just
+as soon as one is disposed of he will lead the way to another, and I
+have, since this time, known as many as four trees taken up by a party
+in one day. When the honey-bird has shown one tree, if the hunters are
+satisfied with that, and refuse to follow him further, he leaves them;
+but I have never heard of an instance in which the bird misled any one
+in regard to finding honey. It frequently happens, however, that a
+honey-bird will lead a person into very dangerous places, and unless the
+hunter keeps his eyes about him when following this bird, he may run
+right into a lion, a venomous snake, or some other equally undesirable
+acquaintance.”
+
+--A correspondent of a New Orleans paper writes: “Dick was only a big
+toad. The boys found him beside the road one day last summer when the
+June roses were in bloom, and triumphantly deposited him in one of the
+flower-beds, ‘to eat the bugs and things off’n the pinks and pansies and
+rosemary; and, besides, you know, mamma, the other boys will throw
+stones at him.’ That settled it, and Dick (as they gravely informed me
+they had named him) was left to enjoy his flowery home. Occasionally,
+when cutting flowers, I noticed the exceeding tameness of the little
+creature, and was often assured by the boys, ‘Our Dick is the very best
+toad in town.’ However, I noticed nothing uncommon until two or three
+weeks after they had brought him home, when I was attracted by their
+peals of laughter, and presently heard them calling, ‘Dick, Dick! come,
+Dick!’ I slipped out and peeped around the corner of the house, and
+beheld a most comical sight--one of the boys down on his knees, holding
+out his hands and calling to the toad, which was gravely hopping toward
+him, making a peculiar little noise, until he reached the outstretched
+hand, into which he hopped and sat contentedly blinking his bright,
+bulging eyes. After this I noticed the strange pet more closely, and
+found he would always come promptly when his name was called, and seemed
+very grateful when presented with a worm or bug. He would come at any
+kindly call, but showed greatest preference for eight-year-old,
+mischievous Teddy, into whose hand he would always hop, and whom he
+would hop around after as long as he would walk around the flower-bed
+where Dick made his home, but never beyond its limits. And such pansies,
+pinks and other sweet posies I had there!--no cut stem or bitten leaves.
+Dick ate all the floral enemies up that ventured there. When the cold
+days of autumn came upon us, he left us, and we have seen him no more.
+What is the moral of this? Nothing--only that kindness and mercy shown
+to even so humble a creature as a toad will bring pleasures and a sure
+recompense.”
+
+--Writing from Tecumseh, Mich., a correspondent sends this: “A few years
+ago our house was infested with a large number of rats, which had taken
+up their abode in a recess of the cellar that had formerly been used as
+a landing-place for a dumb-waiter, but was now filled with odds and ends
+of every description. We had endeavored to rid ourselves of these pests,
+but all our attempts were in vain, and they held their daily matinees as
+usual. On hearing more of a commotion than common, one afternoon,
+I softly opened the cellar door, and, to my amazement, saw nine rats,
+one of which had mounted a box containing potatoes, while the others
+were stretched out in a line leading to their den--the recess before
+mentioned. Now comes the most curious part of my story: The rat that
+stood on the box of potatoes would push a potato over the edge, then the
+rat in line nearest the box would roll the potato to his neighbor, and
+so on with each one till the potato was safely stowed away. I watched
+them for some time, and, seeing the potatoes disappearing rather
+rapidly, I dispersed the earnest workers by a stamp of my foot.”
+
+
+
+
+PUZZLEDOM.
+
+NO. CCCLXXVII.
+
+
+Original contributions solicited from _all_. 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.
+
+
+ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK’S PUZZLES.
+
+
+  No. 1.  Calendar.
+
+  No. 2.  B E S T O W
+          E P A U L E
+          S A C R E D
+          T U R B I D
+          O L E I N E
+          W E D D E D
+
+  No. 3.  Wise-acre.
+
+  No. 4.  C A L A B O O S E
+          A N I M A B L E
+          L I M E R O D
+          A M E N D E
+          B A R D S
+          O B O E
+          O L D
+          S E
+          E
+
+  No. 5.  Mark Tapley.
+
+  No. 6.  M O C H E S
+          O T I O S E
+          C I C U T A
+          H O U D A H
+          E S T A T E
+          S E A H E N
+
+  No. 7.  Good-humored.
+
+  No. 8.      F A I R S
+             A B N E T S
+            I N T A I L S
+           R E A L L I E D
+          S T I L E T T O S
+            S L I T H E R
+              S E T E E
+                D O R
+                  S
+
+  No. 9.  Byrnehc, Pygmalion, Traddles.
+
+  No. 10.  G R A T I S
+           R E V E S T
+           A V E N E R
+           T E N U R E
+           I S E R I N
+           S T R E N E
+
+  No. 11.  Cover-shame.
+
+  No. 12.
+
+       H U M E C T A T I O N
+         P O L I A N I T E
+           B A T T E N S
+             S E T A E
+               D O R
+                 O
+
+
+NEW PUZZLES.
+
+
+NO. 1. NUMERICAL.
+
+      When trees and fields _complete_
+        Their garbs of green;
+      When birds and flowers sweet
+        Again are seen,
+  And airy zephyrs murmur by,
+  My 5, 4, 3 and 6 soars high.
+
+      Oh! how I’m in a state
+        Of agitation,
+      6, 1 and 2 I get
+        An inspiration.
+  ’Twill be in vain--in vain my lay,
+  For spring will then have flown away.
+
+_Villanova, Pa._       VILLANOVA.
+
+
+NO. 2. SQUARE.
+
+1. The young of the great black-backed gull. 2. To come. 3. Carves.
+4. Granters. 5. To entirely destroy (_Obs._) 6. To grow smaller.
+
+  _Rochester, N.Y._       EGERTON.
+
+
+NO. 3. CHARADE.
+
+  _Prime_ not, ye fair ladies, or gentlemen wise.
+    To disbelieve what for your fortune will prove;
+  _Next total_, not gold, should select as a prize,
+    _Three_, friends, to the right, and marry for love.
+
+  _Danville, Va._         ALEDA.
+
+
+NO. 4. PENTAGON.
+
+1. A letter. 2. The pulp of fruit. 3. A shrub of the genus _Corylus_.
+4. The Brazil nut. 5. Deep blue colors. 6. Contrite. 7. A detached
+bastion (_Fort._) 8. To admit extension. 9. Rigid.
+
+  _Haverhill, Mass._        PYGMY.
+
+
+NO. 5. MUTATION.
+
+  Like a hawk that pounces on its prey,
+  Swift as lightning on a summer day,
+  Through the stillness of the air you came,
+  Without life, and more--without a name.
+  Man has called you _whole_--perhaps you are
+  Dross ejected from some brilliant star!
+  But methinks the spheres their place will yield
+  ERE TO TIME your mystery is revealed.
+
+  _Newark, N.J._      DEMOSTHENES.
+
+
+NO. 6. SQUARE.
+
+1. Gaps. 2. By reason of this. 3. A fleet of vessels. 4. A sort of
+flying fish. 5. A title addressed to a lady. 6. The principal gold coin
+of ancient Greece.
+
+  _East Brady, Pa._       ST. ELMO.
+
+
+NO. 7. CHARADE.
+
+  Come here, my _second_--lose no time;
+    _First_ lively, don’t procrastinate;
+  Although, my _all_, I’ll spare no pains
+    To render you less obdurate.
+
+  My _all_! Yet truly as a _last_
+    I’ve learned to look upon my boy:
+  Most true it is, ’tis but a _one_
+    From sad distrust to life of joy!
+
+  _First_ dame, indeed, I would not be
+    Held in my _second’s_ inmost thought;
+  Transmuted by love’s magic power,
+    My _all_ my _last_ is, without doubt.
+
+  _Woburn, Mass._     GLEN COTTAGE.
+
+
+NO. 8. HALF SQUARE.
+
+1. Concise. 2. Birds resembling thrushes. 3. A poisonous substance
+composed of minute fungi. 4. Forms. 5. Kinds of liquor. 6. An iron chain
+(_Obs._) 7. Exists. 8. A letter.
+
+  _Boston, Mass._         PI ETA.
+
+
+NO. 9. NUMERICAL.
+
+  The _whole_ is a thing that drives away harm,
+  Defined by dear Webster as “a charm;”
+  My 5, 6, 2, 3, 3 is by the same called “not much;”
+  My 6, 7, 8, a “vassal,” “subject,” “person,” or such:
+  My 5, 2, 3, 1 is “taste,” “savor,” or “a sailor;”
+  My 1, 2, 4, 3 of a coat is oft shortened by a tailor.
+
+  Now I think you have all you require to solve this numerical;
+  If not, I will tell you the _whole_ relates to nothing clerical.
+
+  _N.Y. city._          ATELLO.
+
+
+NO. 10. SQUARE.
+
+1. Barley-water. 2. A small particle. 3. A fine white powder or earth,
+without taste or smell. 4. A paved way. 5. To convey or transfer.
+6. Tidier.
+
+  _Chicago, Ill._         U. REKA.
+
+
+NO. 11. ANAGRAM.
+
+TOM, THESE MEN CRITICISE COMMON RATES.
+
+  The law’s strong arm and stern decree
+  Are turned against monopoly;
+  Justice and equal rights for all
+  Be ours though the heavens fall!
+
+  _Hazleton, Pa._       P. O. STAGE.
+
+
+NO. 12. INVERTED PYRAMID.
+
+_Across_: 1. The process of analysis by means of standard solutions
+(_Analyt. Chem._) 2. Little tufts. 3. Species of walls made of stiff
+clay. 4. To steal (_Obs._) 5. A letter.
+
+_Down_: 1. A letter. 2. A pronoun. 3. To surpass. 4. To impair
+seriously. 5. A case in which the relics of saints were kept. 6. To
+produce. 7. A pronoun. 8. A bone. 9. A letter.
+
+  _Hoboken, N.J._        JUNIUS.
+
+
+Answers will appear in our next issue; solvers in six weeks.
+
+
+SPECIAL.--GOLDEN DAYS Puzzlers’ Directory for each of the first correct
+solutions to Nos. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and 11.
+
+
+SOLVERS.
+
+Puzzles in “PUZZLEDOM” No. CCCLXXI were correctly solved by E. C.
+Lectic, Maud Lynn, Demosthenes, Barnyard, Skye Buckeye, Gemini, Egerton,
+H. S. Nut, Jr., Will O’ the Wisp, F. Aitchell, Col. O’ Rado, Dorothy
+Doolittle, Grepwic, Cricket, P. O. Stage, Sub Rosa, Fairplay, Alcyo,
+Tunie H. S., R. M’Bride, Jo Jo, Khimo, Lorrac, Billy Bluebottle, May Le
+Hosmer, O. Pal, Vladimir, F. Arce, Nue Norton, J. H. Mowbray, U. Reka,
+Sim Sly, Clarence W. Chapin, Reklaw, Io, Tom B. Stone, Toodlewinks, Jo
+Ram, Craftsman, Fly, Alpheus, Chinook, Puzz L., Teddy, Wm. H. Deucker,
+Annie Gramme, W. T. Anderson, C. R. Irving, Jr., Bennie Knowels, Monte
+Christo, V. G. Ohnja, H. U. T., Alphonzo, B. L. Under, Bryx, J. I. C.,
+Harry S., Jno. Bopp, Cale and Harry Allen, J. Evans, Alpha Sigma,
+Liberty, Brooklyn Boy, Jno. Beck, Howard H. Geiger, Earnest Fleet,
+Washingtonian, Annie A. Powell, Dick Ens, C. H. Sweetzer, Panama Derby,
+Orpheus, Jno. Fitzgerald, Henn, Reidsville, Mahdea, A. B. Y. Nomis,
+H. C. Williams, Mas Ten, Panama Hat, Tidal Wave, Primrose, Geo. W.
+Phinney, J. F. Ireland, Laf A. Yette, Freddie Geib, R. O. Chester, A. B.
+Williams, Lucrezius Borgers, Lackawanna, Laeno, Whisk, Effie W.McConkey,
+C. B. A., Puer and Swamp Angel.
+
+COMPLETE LIST.--E. C. Lectic.
+
+The specials were awarded as follows:
+
+  No. 1. Cricket, La Porte, Ind.
+  No. 3. Clarence W. Chapin, Akron. Ohio.
+  No. 5. E. C. Lectic. Chicago, Ill.
+  No. 7. Alcyo, New York city.
+  No. 9. Jo Ram, New York city.
+  No. 11. E. C. Lectic, Chicago, Ill.
+
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+
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+
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+
+NATURE’S SCULPTURE.
+
+BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE.
+
+
+Perhaps the strangest public work ever suggested by man was that of
+Dinocrates, whose scheme was to cut and carve Mount Athos into the form
+of a gigantic man, holding in one hand a town, in the other a cup to
+receive the drainage of the mountain before it reached the sea.
+
+His king, Alexander the Great, declined to accept his plan; though,
+amused at his extravagant notion, he gave him a permanent place in his
+attendance.
+
+A small village in Northern Italy to a wonderful extent fulfills the
+wild dream of the Macedonian architect, the houses being grouped in such
+a manner upon a broken eminence of land that from a certain point a
+striking resemblance to an upturned human face is outlined. In addition
+to a chin, nose and brow, a white chimney lends an eye to the profile,
+while a line of bushes at the crown has the appearance of shaggy locks.
+
+Allowing that a vivid imagination has much to do toward perfecting these
+faces of nature’s sculpture, and that a range of hills or coast line
+will lend itself to almost any fancy we choose, there are in different
+localities stones and cliffs bearing a remarkable resemblance to the
+human countenance, individual peculiarity sometimes being easily traced
+in these grave omens.
+
+As the voyager approaches Rio Janeiro, he sees in the distance,
+apparently rising from the sea, lonely and majestic, a massive stone
+head, with the profile of the Iron Duke of England, the brow, the nose,
+the chin, each feature perfect in its outline.
+
+St. Vincent, of the Cape Verde group, has a huge volcanic rock which
+requires no grievous strain of the imagination to transform into the
+figure of George Washington in a recumbent position, the profile, the
+hair and even the collar frill being reproduced with remarkable
+clearness.
+
+Rising grimly from the whirlpool of waters beating fiercely the rugged
+western extremity of Santa Catalina Island, in the West Indies, is an
+isolated block of basaltic rock, many feet in height, bearing a marked
+likeness of a human face. It is known as “Morgan’s Head,” from a fancied
+resemblance to that noted free-booter.
+
+Among the countless rocks fringing the coast of Norway is one forming a
+striking picture of a horse and rider about to plunge into the surf,
+fifteen hundred feet below. This gigantic illusion, to the fanciful
+minds of the old bards presented the image of Odin as he disappeared
+before the advance of Christianity.
+
+In Iceland, overlooking one of its picturesque valleys, is a bluff
+surmounted by a colossal head, covered by a stunted growth looking not
+unlike a cap with frills. Before this august image the worshipers of
+Odin were wont to bow in serious reverence.
+
+The rugged coast of England has several of these faces of nature. Off
+the Cornish point are seen the Great Lions, and lower down the shore the
+Armed Knight. There is also the Old Man, the Old Dame, Duke’s Nose and
+Witch’s Head.
+
+Not the least remarkable of these freaks is the Old Man of the Mountain,
+who uprears his gigantic form amid a sea of cliffs and rugged heights,
+in the heart of that region known as the “Switzerland of America”--New
+Hampshire.
+
+  “What doth thy anxious gaze espy?
+    An abrupt crag hung from the mountain’s brow!
+  Look closer; scan that bare, sharp cliff on high;
+    Aha! the wondrous shape bursts on thee now--
+    _A perfect human face_--neck, chin, mouth, nose and brow!”
+
+A face of granite that alone kept watch and ward over the country long
+ere the foot of man pressed its soil. In the grave, philosophical
+outlines is traced a resemblance to Franklin’s countenance. At the base
+of this singular mountain lies a sparkling sheet of water, called the
+“Old Man’s Mirror.”
+
+More beautiful and wonderful than any of these grave images is the Maid
+of the Kaaterskill Falls, in the Catskill Mountains. With the mellow
+light of sunset falling obliquely upon the thin layer of water flowing
+over a sharp ledge worn and fretted by the continual wear of the current
+for ages, rock and spray together making up the illusion, is to be seen
+the fairy-like form of an Indian maid, with flowing hair and robes. So
+clearly does she appear that the beholder has at first the startling
+conception of gazing upon a living being, suspended in the waters.
+
+Indian tradition says that this maid of the mist was once the beloved of
+the Great Spirit; but herself falling in love with a Mohawk brave, she
+perished here, fleeing from her angry master.
+
+
+
+
+MONUMENT PARK.
+
+
+The formations from which this takes its name are among the greatest
+curiosities to be seen in Colorado. Pen cannot well describe them. They
+consist of a series of curiously shaped natural monuments, which have
+been formed from sandstone rock solely by the action of the weather,
+a thin strata of iron on the top having protected these particular
+pieces and preserved them.
+
+No accurate estimate can be made of the thousands of years this work of
+the elements has been in progress. There are perhaps a hundred of the
+peculiar formations of different sizes and shapes, some of which are
+really fantastic.
+
+The Garden of the Gods is also a remarkable freak of Nature, partaking
+somewhat more of the grand and imposing.
+
+It is a secluded spot, hemmed in by great rocks stood up on edge and on
+end. They are some of the more marked of the numerous evidences on every
+hand here of a grand upheaval some time in the past.
+
+Imagine tremendous flat rocks, large enough to cover a quarter of an
+acre of ground, standing up on edge, 330 feet high, and you will have
+some idea of what forms the chief wonder of this garden.
+
+  G. B. G.
+
+
+
+
+BACKLOGS MADE OF STONE.
+
+
+It will surprise many persons of the present day to be told that the
+“backlog” of which we read so much in old-time stories was a large
+stone, a porous stone being preferred if possible. This stone was buried
+in the ashes, and on top was placed the “back stick.” The back stone in
+those primitive times played a very important part in the economy of
+early housekeeping. Matches were not then invented. Flint, steel and tow
+were the only means of lighting a fire or a lamp. Imagine for a moment
+the Bridget of to-day thus engaged, with the thermometer ten degrees
+below zero in the kitchen. The stone, together with the ashes with which
+it was covered, served to retain fire and heat through the night, and
+all that was necessary in the morning was a little kindling and gentle
+use of the indispensable bellows, and a fire was as readily made as at
+the present day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MAMIE’S LETTER TO HEAVEN.
+
+BY J. W. WATSON, AUTHOR OF “BEAUTIFUL SNOW.”
+
+
+  An humble room in a tenement house,
+    Four stories above the street,
+  Where a scanty fire, a scanty light,
+    And a scanty larder meet;
+  A woman sits at her daily toil,
+    Plying the needle and thread;
+  Her face is pallid with want and care,
+    And her hand as heavy as lead.
+
+  There she sits with her weary thought,
+    While the tears drop full and fast;
+  There she sits and stitches away,
+    With her memory in the past;
+  Beside her, perched on her little stool,
+    Sits Mamie, a six-year-old,
+  Who says she is never hungry at all,
+    And never admits she is cold.
+
+  There she sits and chatters away,
+    Not seeing her mother’s tears;
+  “Mamma, ’tis a month since winter came,
+    And I think to me it appears
+  That the Lord will never find us out,
+    If He’s anything to give,
+  Unless we can, some way, let Him know
+    The street and the number we live.
+
+  “You see, mamma, last winter He passed,
+    While papa was sick in bed;
+  He doesn’t know we are here, mamma,
+    And He doesn’t know papa is dead;
+  And so it happened all winter long
+    We didn’t have anything nice,
+  And so I think it would only be fair
+    If He came this winter twice.
+
+  “Do you ’member, mamma, that little, old man
+    Who gave me the bright, new cent?
+  Well, it wouldn’t buy much to eat, mamma,
+    And it would not pay for the rent;
+  So I bought a sheet of paper, mamma,
+    And I’ve written a letter in print--
+  It’s written to heaven direct, mamma,
+    And I’ve given Him just a hint.
+
+  “Shall I read it aloud to you, mamma?
+    Yes! Well, this is what I have said:
+  ‘Dear Lord, my name is Mamie St. Clair,
+    And dear, darling papa is dead;
+  I live forty-four in the street they call Fourth,
+    And the cold of the winter is here;
+  My mamma is poor, and I go to school,
+    And I hope you will send this year.
+
+  “’I hope you will send mamma a new dress
+    Of something that’s warm and nice,
+  A paper of flour, some loaves of bread,
+    And a couple of pounds of rice;
+  And dear, loving Lord, do, if you feel rich,
+    You could send her some shoes to wear,
+  And two or three pounds of beef for soup,
+    Or anything else you can spare.
+
+  “’I’ve heard my dear mamma say many a time
+    That a chicken would do her much good,
+  And so, dear Lord, if chickens is cheap,
+    A chicken also, if you could;
+  With three pails of coal, if it isn’t too much,
+    And some stuff for mamma’s lame knee,
+  And oh, my dear Lord, pray don’t think me mean,
+    But a dear little dolly for me.’
+
+  “That’s all, my dear mamma, and now let me run
+    And send it to heaven at once,
+  For if He don’t get it by Christmas time,
+    He surely will think me a dunce.”
+  The letter was posted, the letter was scanned,
+    With numberless grins by the men
+  Whose duty it was to assort all the waifs
+    That came from the wonderful pen.
+
+  “Now where’s the dear Lord?” said one of these men;
+    “That’s me,” said another, quite grave.
+  “Here’s a letter, then!”--tossing the missive to him,
+    “And a twopenny stamp you will save.”
+  The letter was opened, the letter was read,
+    There were very few tearless eyes;
+  The reader looked round on the silent group,
+    And then, with a nod, he cries:
+
+  “Now, boys, there is something in this that I like--
+    It’s nature right straight up to win,
+  And we’ve all of us got to be lords right here--
+    So here is my dot to begin.”
+  The dollars flew down on the table like snow,
+    They came from the crowd’s great heart,
+  A letter was written by proxy and signed,
+    The proposer to play the part.
+
+  And so it came off upon one winter night
+    That there happened this strange affair;
+  A tapping came soft at Mamie’s door,
+    And a very old man stood there;
+  He was clad from his head to his feet so warm,
+    And his beard it was long and white.
+  “Good-even!” he said, as he pushed in a box
+    Then vanished quite out of their sight.
+
+  They were speechless, and only could stare at the box
+    Directed to Mamie St. Clair,
+  From “The Lord in Heaven.” What did it all mean?
+    And a letter beside was there--
+  A letter from heaven read: “Be a good girl,
+    And never do anything ill;
+  Love mamma as well as you do to-day.”
+    And a fifty-dollar bill.
+
+  If I wrote from now till the crack of doom,
+    I could tell no more than this.
+  It was all packed down in that wonderful box,
+    And the dolly--oh, gracious! what bliss!
+  And in time that letter to heaven direct
+    Sent many and many a friend,
+  And perhaps a new papa--who knows?--may be sent
+    By heaven itself, in the end.
+
+
+
+
+          Striking out for Themselves.
+
+                BY F. H. SWEET.
+
+
+“Reckon we’ll get ’em burned out by Tuesday week, Tom, and be ready for
+Pylant’s oranges. Suppose the old fellow will want us to take pay in
+town lots, though.”
+
+“He’ll get left if he does;” and the lad by the fire removed the skillet
+of fried bacon from the coals and put the coffee-pot in its place. “I’m
+willing to work out a five-acre lot, but don’t want any towns. Say,
+Dave, what do you think of the party going to Punta Rassa?” he added, as
+he thrust a stick into the bean-pot to see what prospect there was for
+an early supper.
+
+“Well, from what I hear, I fancy there is plenty of good land to be
+homesteaded in that section, and if we didn’t have a good job here, I’d
+be for joining them. I begin to feel a little anxious to have some land
+where we can be starting trees of our own.”
+
+“Same here; but the land will come in good time, and while we’ve got a
+week’s rations of bacon and hominy ahead, I shan’t kick against luck.
+But grub’s ready.”
+
+Both lads fell to with a relish. Beans seemed to be the central dish at
+almost every meal, and yet they somehow never seemed to tire of them.
+
+They had encountered a good many hard knocks since leaving their Western
+home, but were evidently none the worse for them.
+
+Dave Freeman, the son of a hard-working Kansas farmer, had come South to
+better his prospects, and with a deep but unexpressed longing to help
+the home folks.
+
+At Flomaton, or Pensacola Junction, as it is now called, he had fallen
+in with Tom Byrne, an Indiana boy, and the two had soon become fast
+friends.
+
+By getting occasional jobs along the way, and not infrequently “tramping
+it,” they had reached their present quarters, near Panasofkee, in Sumter
+County.
+
+Here they had taken a contract from a “papertown” proprietor to clear
+five acres of land for seventy-five dollars.
+
+This was a low figure, as the ground was full of palmetto roots, and not
+only were the trees to be cleared from the land, but all stumps to be
+burned out.
+
+The boys already had been at work over two months, and hoped that
+another week would complete the job. On the first, their employer was to
+commence gathering his oranges, and they expected several weeks’
+employment with him.
+
+Although the work of clearing was very hard, the boys were rugged and
+hearty, and thoroughly enjoyed their novel surroundings.
+
+After finishing their beans, they put away the few dishes, and began the
+round of their stumps. Here and there one was dying out, and new fuel
+had to be piled around it. As one stump burned out, it was dragged from
+its hole and placed against the roots of another.
+
+And so, from one stump to another, adding fuel to this or dragging that
+away, their faces covered with soot, and looking more like negroes than
+white folks, the boys darted around, shouting gleefully to each other
+whenever one of the tall pines burned through and came crashing to the
+ground.
+
+A little to one side, and out of reach of the fires, the boys had built
+a little six-by-ten shanty, where they kept their belongings and
+occasionally slept. More frequently, however, they slung their hammock
+between two pines, near the camp-fire.
+
+At first, the peculiar roar of the alligators from the swamp near by had
+disturbed their rest, but they very soon got accustomed to it, and also
+to the startling challenge of a large bat, which is apt to frighten
+strangers by its sudden appearance and shrill cry.
+
+A few days before the boys finished their contract, a party of surveyors
+stopped at their shanty to get a drink of water, and to see if they
+could get them for a couple of days.
+
+As the pay offered was good, the boys were glad to accept it, and five
+minutes were sufficient to put their few belongings into the shanty and
+to nail up the door.
+
+It took the party some hours to reach their destination, and as soon as
+they had partaken of a lunch, they began to survey a site for a new
+town.
+
+The boys had seen a great many “paper towns” since they came to Florida,
+but as a rule had taken little interest in them. They were usually
+ventures of men who did not have money enough to make their speculations
+a success.
+
+Tom and Dave were put to work carrying chain, and very soon became
+interested in the talk of their companions.
+
+The spot chosen was a very beautiful one--a sloping hillside gradually
+narrowing into a strip six or seven hundred yards wide and running
+between two of the most picturesque lakes the boys had ever seen.
+
+[Illustration:
+“’WHY, BOYS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?’ TOM LOOKED UP TO MEET
+THE KEEN EYES OF THE DOCTOR.”]
+
+From the talk of the surveyors they learned that a number of them were
+railroad men, and that they were endeavoring to buy at nominal figures
+all the choice lands along the line of the new road before the settlers
+became aware of its value.
+
+They discussed their plans before the boys without reserve, and it soon
+became evident to the latter that the future of this hillside could bear
+no comparison with the other paper towns they had seen. A number of very
+wealthy men were interested in it, and they proposed to make it the
+winter home of themselves and friends.
+
+“You see, gentlemen,” said one of the men to his companions, as he
+pointed across the strip of land to the slope on the other side, “the
+road will wind around the lake, across the neck of land, and along the
+western side of the lake to the right, and then in almost a bee-line
+toward Palatka. Ten years from now, and this hillside for forty miles
+will be a succession of orange groves. Near the depot we shall have a
+limited number of business lots, while the balance of the land will be
+surveyed into large orange grove and villa tracts. It will be specified
+in each deed that no cheap buildings shall be erected. It is not a mere
+speculation, as there are already a dozen or more men who will begin
+elegant residences as soon as the land is surveyed.”
+
+“Do you know, professor, who owns that point jutting into the lake?
+It is a fine building site.”
+
+The speaker was a tall, sharp-featured man of middle age, whom his
+friends addressed as doctor.
+
+“No,” answered the professor, “but I think a man named Pylant is the
+owner, and that the twenty acres beyond belong to a Dutchman in Eustis.
+However, we do not wish to make inquiries at present. They saw us when
+we came out, and should we go back now and value their land, they will
+put on four prices. Our policy is to go back as though we were
+disappointed in the land, and by the time we return next week they will
+offer it at our own figures. We can probably get it for two to four
+dollars an acre. It is thirty miles from any town, and as Pylant got it
+from the government, four dollars will be a big price to him.”
+
+“And in twelve months it will be worth as many hundred,” said the
+doctor.
+
+Tom and Dave looked at each other curiously, and wondered how they would
+feel if they owned a few acres on this hillside.
+
+At the end of the week--for the two days’ work had lengthened into
+five--the boys were paid fifteen dollars, and told they would be soon
+wanted for several months, should they care to return.
+
+Everything was found safe at the shanty, and the boys went to work at
+the stumps with a will. At the end of the third day, the last root was
+reduced to ashes, and then Dave set to work to prepare a supper suitable
+for such an occasion. Fried quail (which they had snared), orange slump,
+pineapple shortcake, baked beans and a pot of steaming coffee graced the
+table (or rather box), while by way of dessert a pillow-case full of
+oranges, picked up in a neighboring grove, stood by the side of the
+banqueting board.
+
+Next morning the boys went to see Mr. Pylant.
+
+“So you’ve cleaned it up, have you?” he exclaimed, as the boys told him
+their errand. “I saw last week it was most done. Reckon you’ll want a
+little money and the rest in land. Sharp boys! know land is best--goin’
+up, goin’ up all the time.”
+
+“But if you please, Mr. Pylant, we’d rather have the money,” said Dave,
+quietly.
+
+“Money!” exclaimed the “cracker,” in astonishment. “Why, boys, in one
+year there’ll be a city on that land, and you’ll be rich. The lots I let
+you have for thirty dollars’ll be worth a fortune.”
+
+“We don’t want any lots,” replied Dave, decidedly. “We intend to get
+some land when we can, but we must have it large enough to put out a
+good grove on.”
+
+“Well, I’ll sell you a five-acre lot near the village for two hundred
+dollars, and you can work it out.”
+
+“Too much,” answered Dave. “We want cheaper land, and are willing to go
+a longer distance from town.”
+
+“But that’s cheap,” expostulated Pylant, who began to fear he would have
+to pay out money. “How far would you be willin’ to go for land?” he
+added, as another idea seemed to strike him.
+
+“Not particular, if the land is good and price low.”
+
+“Then I’ve got the identical place for you,” cried Pylant, his face
+brightening; “splendid land, and on a beautiful lake.”
+
+“How far?”
+
+Pylant hesitated.
+
+“Mebbe it’s twenty miles or so,” he at length said, slowly; “but it’s
+good, and I’ll let you have it low.”
+
+“Twenty miles is a long distance from town,” said Dave, dubiously; “but
+what’ll you take?”
+
+Fearing he would lose the sale, Pylant lowered the figures he had
+mentally fixed upon, and said, quickly:
+
+“If you take the twenty acres, you can have it for three dollars and a
+half an acre. I reckoned on sellin’ to the party here last week, and I
+’lowed to myself I’d ask five dollars. But, somehow, they didn’t seem to
+take to it.”
+
+“Well,” said Dave, slowly, as though hesitating, “I reckon we’ll take
+it. Can you fix up the deed now?”
+
+“Right off!” answered Pylant, quickly, fearing the boys might change
+their mind. “Here are the other five dollars I owe you.”
+
+Ten minutes later, Dave and Tom were the owners of the coveted twenty
+acres.
+
+For the next two weeks the boys worked in the orange grove and added
+another thirty-five dollars to their fund.
+
+Their living cost very little, and they now had nearly fifty dollars
+between them.
+
+Feeling comparatively wealthy, and with the prospect of, perhaps, weeks
+of idleness before them, if they remained where they were, the boys
+concluded to remove to their new possession.
+
+Provisions enough to last two months were purchased, and with these,
+and with a miscellaneous collection of kettles, axes, and other tools,
+the boys set out.
+
+Although the load was packed and strapped to their backs in the most
+convenient manner, it took two days to complete their journey.
+
+The third was spent in making a camp and looking up the stubs which
+marked the boundaries of their twenty acres.
+
+Like most of the high pine land in Florida, their tract was free from
+palmetto, and consequently much easier to clear than the low pine they
+had previously been at work upon.
+
+Four weeks passed, and they had heard nothing from the surveying party.
+
+Nearly three acres were cleared, and the boys were already calculating
+how many orange and lemon trees they would put out.
+
+One morning, as Tom was digging a hole under the roots of a lofty pine,
+preparatory to setting it on fire, he was greeted with a surprised:
+
+“Why, boys! What are you doing here?”
+
+And he looked up to meet the keen eyes of the doctor.
+
+“Clearing up our new purchase,” answered Tom, quietly.
+
+The doctor’s shrewd face broadened into a smile.
+
+“I see,” he said, pleasantly. “But how much are we to pay you boys for
+outwitting us? I saw Pylant yesterday, and was told that you had the
+land. The old man was nearly crazy, when one of us said we would be
+willing to go as high as twenty dollars an acre.”
+
+“I reckon we don’t care to sell at present,” said Dave. “Our twenty
+acres wouldn’t make much difference to you, who own as many thousand
+around the lakes.”
+
+The doctor and his friends laughed good-humoredly.
+
+“That’s right, boys,” said the one called professor; “hold the land for
+an advance. It will come sooner than you expect, perhaps. But we shall
+want your services for the next three months, to help our surveyors; so
+be at our camp in the morning.”
+
+After this the boys could not complain of loneliness. A few weeks of
+surveying outlined the streets and blocks of the new town; a sawmill was
+quickly under way; buildings went up rapidly, and here and there were
+displayed the new goods of enterprising young merchants.
+
+The fame of the new town spread through the surrounding country, and
+every day brought new arrivals, seeking work; and soon hundreds of axes
+could be heard on the hillside, clearing the land and making ready for
+the numerous young groves to be put out in the spring.
+
+Dave and Tom had all the work they could do, and utilized the evenings
+and odd moments in burning the trees and stumps on their land. By the
+first of February they had five acres cleared and fenced, and ready for
+trees.
+
+Believing the best to be the cheapest, they sent to one of the nurseries
+for three hundred and fifty budded trees. They took especial pains in
+setting them out, and in due time had as thrifty a young grove as one
+could wish to see.
+
+The trees cost them all the money they had earned and most of what they
+had laid aside; but when they looked at their beautiful young grove,
+they were more than satisfied.
+
+Before the end of the year the proposed railroad was built, and its
+advent made a tremendous rise in the value of land.
+
+The boys had had many excellent offers for their land before, but
+invariably declined to consider them. As the depot had been built very
+near them, they knew their place must advance rapidly.
+
+However, shortly after the erection of the depot, they received an offer
+of seven thousand dollars for the unimproved ten acres, and after a
+short consultation, decided to accept it. Dave had not seen his people
+for nearly two years, and was anxious to visit them. Tom, who was alone
+in the world, was to remain and look after their grove.
+
+So a few weeks later saw Dave walking up the lane to the old homestead.
+Knowing how particular his father was, he was greatly surprised at the
+thriftless look of everything. A man was hobbling across the yard as he
+approached, and Dave saw with dismay that the haggard face belonged to
+his father.
+
+Their meeting may be imagined, and Dave soon knew of the broken leg and
+the long, hard winter following it, with no one to look after things and
+unpaid bills accumulating rapidly.
+
+“A sorry home-coming, my boy,” said his father, with a wan smile.
+
+But Dave’s story quickly changed the aspect of things. The bills were
+paid; pinching want was a thing of the past.
+
+And then Dave talked and argued until his parents agreed to return with
+him and spend the winter in Florida, and give that genial climate a
+chance to make his father well and strong again.
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 21._]
+
+                 JACK STANWOOD;
+
+                      or,
+
+              FROM OCEAN TO OCEAN.
+
+               BY JAMES H. SMITH.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+I BREAK JAIL THROUGH NO EFFORTS OF MY OWN.
+
+I was handed over to the custody of a little man, with big, staring
+eyes, and a magnified head of hair that made him look like a gun-swab.
+This was Mr. Janks, the jailor.
+
+He stood looking at me for some moments, swinging a bunch of keys on his
+finger, and then said, mournfully, “So, you’ve come, have you?” which
+made me think that he must have dreamed of my coming.
+
+Then he took up a small lamp, and, after examining me from head to foot
+as if I were some strange animal, he gave vent to a dismal groan, and
+asked me if I was hungry.
+
+Receiving a negative answer, he groaned again, and beckoned me to follow
+him.
+
+He led the way along a damp and chilly stone corridor, lined with little
+iron doors, which I needed no one to tell me belonged to cells, and I
+followed him very readily. My previous notions of prison treatment
+included the immediate ironing of the culprit to the extent of several
+hundredweight, and, finding myself mistaken, my spirits rose
+accordingly.
+
+He stopped before one of the little doors near the end of the corridor,
+and, opening it with a large key, ushered me into an apartment about
+eight feet square.
+
+This was my cell. The walls and ceiling were whitewashed, and the only
+furniture was an iron bedstead, covered with two coarse, gray blankets.
+
+Mr. Janks waved his keys around as if to welcome me to this abode, and
+then, instead of going out and leaving me to my reflections, he leaned
+up against the door and groaned once more.
+
+“The wickedness of these boys!” he said, passing his hand through his
+hair, and apparently addressing the ceiling. “Why do they ever come
+here? Why did you come here?”
+
+I hastened to explain that I did not come of my own accord, and so far
+from wishing to be in jail, if he would only have the kindness to open
+the door, I would promise him to make my exit, and never return.
+
+“And so young!” continued Mr. Janks, without paying any attention to my
+remarks, and still apostrophizing the ceiling. “But it’s allus the way!
+The younger they are, the worse they are!”
+
+Then he launched forth into a description of the number of bad boys who
+had passed through his hands, and endeavored to draw a parallel between
+their case and mine, but, I think, with poor success.
+
+He kept up this monologue for at least ten minutes, while I sat on the
+couch and listened with anything but pleasurable emotions.
+
+At the end of that time he came to a sudden stop, and went out slowly,
+groaning dismally.
+
+When the sound of his footsteps had died away down the corridor,
+I surrendered myself to my thoughts. And how I did think!
+
+What had been all my trouble compared to this? _In prison!_ The thought
+was horrifying!
+
+I felt now that I would not dare return home--for who would not shrink
+from me as a malefactor?
+
+Besides, I was extremely dubious as to my impending fate. I was not
+afraid of being convicted of larceny, unless Mary Jane Robinson perjured
+herself; but I was desperately afraid of Mr. Barron.
+
+I knew he took the Lancaster Examiner, and should he see my name in it,
+I felt certain he would pounce down on me, and then--well, something
+terrible would certainly happen.
+
+The sky looked very dark and cloudy just then, and you may easily
+imagine how bitterly I regretted my foolishness in running away.
+
+I lay awake for an hour or more thinking in this fashion, and then I
+fell into a fitful slumber.
+
+How long I slept, I don’t know; but when I awoke it was with a strange
+feeling that I was not alone--that some one was in the cell with me.
+
+I was wide awake in an instant, and my heart beat so loudly that I
+fancied I could hear it.
+
+I listened intently, and presently heard a light “pitapat,” as if some
+one was walking across the floor; and while I was trying to muster up
+courage to call out, there was a sharp click, a flood of light illumined
+the cell, and I saw that the intruder was a man.
+
+He was standing near the opposite wall, and in his hand he held a
+lighted wax taper, with the aid of which he was taking a survey of the
+room.
+
+As he turned slowly around, I saw that he was young, rather
+good-looking, and well-dressed, and at the same time he saw me.
+
+He started, and with an exclamation of alarm, dropped the taper.
+
+In an instant, however, he recovered the taper and himself, and advanced
+toward me.
+
+“Who are you?” he demanded. “And how did you get here?”
+
+I related, in a few words, who I was and how I came to be incarcerated.
+
+He laughed lightly when I had finished, and said:
+
+“I suppose you wonder how _I_ came here. Look!”
+
+I looked, and saw an aperture in the wall about two feet square.
+
+“I came through that,” he said, laughing softly at my evident
+astonishment. “My cell is on the other side. Now, I am going to escape
+from this jail, and I want you to go with me.”
+
+I know now that his reason was to prevent my giving an alarm; but I
+thought then that it was because he took pity on me.
+
+And I joyfully accepted his offer, although I couldn’t imagine how he
+was to manage it, and I made a remark to that effect.
+
+“Easy enough,” he said. “You have only a lock on your door, while
+there’s a dozen bolts on mine. That’s why I dug through, expecting to
+find the cell empty. However, it is all right. Take off your shoes.”
+
+I did so, and then my companion put out the lights, having first opened
+the door with what looked like a piece of wire.
+
+Then he whispered to me to keep hold of his sleeve, step cautiously and
+not let my shoes fall, and then we moved out into the corridor, now
+black as Egypt.
+
+My guide also seemed to be in his stocking feet; but where his shoes
+were I couldn’t imagine.
+
+We moved along slowly, but steadily, my guide seeming to know the way,
+and presently he opened a door with only a slight creak, and then
+whispered in my ear:
+
+“We are in the lodge. Don’t breathe.”
+
+Again we moved on and again stopped, and from one or two sharp clicks I
+judged him to be trying to open another door.
+
+Suddenly he drew me forward. I felt a rush of cold air, and the next
+instant I was out of jail.
+
+“Wait!” said my companion.
+
+And he closed the wicket gate, and locked it noiselessly.
+
+“If they find the gate open, they’ll smell a rat,” he remarked. “Now
+then, my boy, come on.”
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+I BECOME A WANDERER AND FALL INTO LUCK.
+
+I kept closely by his side, and for half an hour we moved along, keeping
+in the shadow of the houses, until we reached the outskirts of the town.
+
+“Now then,” said my companion, speaking for the first time, “put on your
+shoes.”
+
+I did so, and very glad I was to do it. At the same time he reached down
+and drew off his stockings, and then I saw they had been drawn on over
+his boots.
+
+Then he took my hand, and we walked along steadily and swiftly for an
+hour, until the lights of Lancaster had faded in the distance, and not
+until then did my companion fall into a walk and conversation.
+
+“What did you say you were in for?” he asked.
+
+“For nothing,” I answered, promptly.
+
+This seemed to amuse him greatly.
+
+“Of course not,” said he, after an outburst of laughter. “I never saw a
+prisoner in my life who wasn’t innocent!”
+
+I attempted to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.
+
+“No matter--it’s not my business. It was forgery with me--ten years at
+the least; and I couldn’t stand that, you know.”
+
+“Certainly not,” said I, not knowing what else to say.
+
+Then, by way of turning the conversation, I inquired how he came to be
+provided with tools to effect his escape.
+
+He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, as if he suspected me of some
+hidden motive in asking the question, and then, apparently satisfied
+with the scrutiny, he informed me that his friends had sent him pies
+every day for two weeks past.
+
+“Pies?” I exclaimed, in open-mouthed wonder.
+
+“Yes, pies,” he said, gravely. “Don’t you see? Nothing but the crusts.
+Inside were keys, saws and a jimmy.”
+
+“A _jimmy_?”
+
+“Yes--here it is. That came in four pies.”
+
+He took from his coat-pocket four pieces of steel, and in an instant
+fitted them together into a bar about two feet in length.
+
+“Not much to look at, is it?” said he; “but it is a crowbar, chisel,
+hammer and wrench, all in one. It only took me two nights to cut into
+your cell.”
+
+“And how did you know your way out in the dark?” I asked.
+
+“Because I came in that way, and I always keep my eyes open. Hello!”
+
+“What’s the matter?” I asked, in some alarm, as he came to a sudden
+halt.
+
+“Nothing much,” he answered; “only that I must leave you here. I don’t
+know where you are going, and I don’t propose to let you know where I am
+going. Besides, it is much harder to follow two than one, and there is
+no use of us both being captured.”
+
+“Captured?” I repeated, in dismay. “Do you think the officers will
+follow us?”
+
+“Do I think so? I know they will.”
+
+I was so terrified that my teeth chattered, at this announcement, and he
+noticed it.
+
+“Don’t get too scared, young one,” he added, consolingly. “They won’t
+look for you half as much as they will for me. If you travel right
+straight on, and keep out of their clutches for a week, you’ll be safe.”
+
+“But I haven’t done anything,” I said, tremblingly.
+
+“Oh, yes you have,” said he, with a laugh. “You have broken jail, and
+that means a year at least, if you’re caught.”
+
+I was so overwhelmed at this dread piece of news that I could only lean
+up against a convenient fence and stare at him.
+
+“Come, come!” he cried, impatiently, “brace up! They haven’t got you
+yet. If you go straight through this cornfield you will strike a road
+that will take you to Columbia. Good-by!”
+
+Before I had time to reply, he had plunged into the woods on the right
+of the road, and I was left alone.
+
+I was terribly alarmed, and lost no time in making my way through the
+cornfield; and when I found the road, I sped along it at a rapid gait.
+Fear lent me wings, and I fancied every bush an officer.
+
+It was a warm but pleasant night, and the moon was just rising.
+I calculated that it must be about midnight, and I determined that I
+would put many a mile between me and Lancaster before daybreak.
+
+So I set off at a dog-trot, and I kept it up until I saw the sun rising
+over the eastern hills.
+
+By that time I must have gone about twenty miles, and I was completely
+tired out, and very glad to crawl into the shelter of some neighboring
+woods and lie down to rest.
+
+Before I knew it I was asleep, and I did not awake until late in the
+afternoon.
+
+I was stiff and sore, and at the same time ravenously hungry. The first
+two ailments wore away as I started again on my journey, but the latter
+increased until I determined to brave anything rather than suffer any
+longer.
+
+The first house I came to was a small yellow frame, close to the road,
+with a yellow dog chained on the porch, and a woman frying ham in the
+kitchen.
+
+“Please, ma’am,” said I.
+
+“G’way!” said she. “Here, Tige!”
+
+“Please, ma’am--”
+
+“G’way, I say! We don’t want no tramps hookin’ everything they kin lay
+their hands on!”
+
+“Please, ma’am,” I persisted, mildly, “I am not a tramp. I want
+something to eat”--the woman started to unchain the dog--“for which I am
+willing to pay.”
+
+“Come right in,” said the woman, with a broad smile. “I declare I
+couldn’t have the heart to turn anybody away hungry. Tramps bother a
+person so that I get kinder suspicious, but I could see right away you
+were different from the general run.”
+
+While she was talking she was busily engaged in setting the table with
+fried ham, potatoes, bread and butter and coffee, and I lost no time in
+falling to. I paid a quarter for it when I had finished, and got away as
+quickly as possible, as I feared the arrival of some of the men folks,
+who might have their suspicions aroused.
+
+All that night I traveled on and slept in the woods again. Not to enter
+into particulars, it is sufficient to say that I kept this up for a
+week, until I found myself in the vicinity of Williamsport, and by that
+time I judged myself to be reasonably safe.
+
+So I boldly entered that city in broad daylight, had a bath and my hair
+cut, a complete change of underclothing, and enjoyed a day of rest.
+
+When I started out again, the next morning, I had recovered my usual
+spirits, and took to the road, determined to keep going as long as my
+money and strength held out. I had twenty-five dollars of the former and
+an unlimited supply of the latter.
+
+All that day I tramped on steadily enough, buying both my dinner and
+supper for trifling sums; and, when night came on, I thought it would be
+just as well to camp in the woods again.
+
+For that purpose I left the road, and, plunging into the forest on my
+left, I soon came to a secluded spot, near a ravine or gully, and there
+I made myself a bed of dry leaves.
+
+On this I lay down, and was fast drifting into the Land of Nod, when I
+was aroused by a sound something like the rattling of tinware.
+
+I promptly sat up and listened. Again I heard the rattling, and as it
+evidently come from the ravine, I arose and began an investigation.
+
+Peering over the edge of the gully, I saw at the bottom, about fifteen
+feet below, a bright light, and the rattling sound again smote my ears.
+
+By this time my curiosity was excited to the utmost, and, catching hold
+of a small sapling, I leaned far over the edge to observe the why and
+wherefor. As I did so, I felt the sapling giving away, and I made a
+desperate attempt to recover myself.
+
+It was no use. Down went the sapling into the ravine and I along
+with it.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+I MEET AN ECCENTRIC DOCTOR AND ENTER INTO HIS SERVICE.
+
+The sapling and I fell directly on a fire of branches, from which came
+the light at which I had been gazing.
+
+I was slightly stunned, but I scrambled to my feet just as a heavy hand
+was laid on my collar, and a gruff voice said:
+
+“Vell! here’s a precious go!”
+
+I looked up, and saw that the voice and hand belonged to the same
+person--a short, stout man, with sallow complexion and glistening black
+eyes. His dress was a curious compound of broad, glazed hat and blue
+shift of a sailor and the flashy check vest and pantaloons of a peddler.
+
+“Vere did you come from, anyhow,” he demanded, before I had finished my
+survey, “a-busting down on a chap vithout varning, and a smashing of his
+pots and kettles?”
+
+“Pots and kettles?” I repeated, inquiringly.
+
+For answer he pointed indignantly to the ground, and then I saw what
+damage my descent had caused.
+
+A rusty coffee-pot, a little dish and a skillet were scattered among the
+embers of the fire.
+
+“That’s vot you did,” said he, resentfully. “Here vos I, a-cooking my
+supper and a-thinking of just nothink at all, when all of a suddent down
+you come, like a cannon-ball, and avay goes everythink! It was werry
+aggerwating because it was nearly done.”
+
+“I assure you, sir,” said I, very contritely, “that I had no intention
+of falling on your fire or your supper.”
+
+Then I explained the cause of my sudden descent, and wound up by
+offering to pay for the damage.
+
+By this time the man had entirely recovered his temper--if he had ever
+lost it, which I very much doubt--and smiled kindly.
+
+“Vell, vell, there ain’t much harm done except putting my supper back
+half an hour. Put up your money, my boy, and join me.”
+
+Then he righted the utensils, and whistling a lively air, prepared the
+meal anew. And this he did with an adroitness that proved the task to be
+by no means an unusual one.
+
+Within half an hour, he had made a pot of coffee, a pan of biscuits and
+a savory stew, and we were soon discussing this supper very amiably
+together.
+
+After supper he washed out the dishes and utensils in a brook near by,
+and lying at full length on the ground, composed himself for a smoke.
+
+All this time I had been regarding him in silence, but with considerable
+curiosity, and I had about made up my mind that he was a gipsy, on his
+way to join his tribe, when he startled me by saying, abruptly:
+
+“Look ’ere!”
+
+I intimated that I was all attention.
+
+“Who are you?” he asked, bluntly.
+
+“Jack Wood,” I answered, promptly, although a trifle nervously.
+
+“My name is Miles Norris,” he rejoined, after a long pause. “I’m a
+wender of physics and knickknacs.”
+
+“A doctor?”
+
+“Not exactly,” he replied, rising on his elbow and winking at me
+significantly. “I cures people as hasn’t got nothink the matter vith ’em
+and thinks they has.”
+
+This sentence was too deep for me to fathom, and on my intimating as
+much, he condescended to explain.
+
+“I go round the country selling my own medicines, which is Norris’s
+Golden Balsam, wot cures all kinds of pains, cuts and bruises,
+whatsomedever they may be; fifty cents a bottle, small bottles
+twenty-five. Then there’s the Lightning Toothache Drops, wot cures that
+hagonizing malady in one second, or money refunded--twenty-five cents a
+bottle. And finally, ’ere we ’ave the Great American Tooth Powder, which
+makes the blackest teeth vite in less’n no time, and makes the gums
+strong and ’elthy--ten cents a box. And each and every purchaser is
+presented vith a book containing fifty songs, all new and prime, free
+gratis and for nothink! Valk hup, ladies and gentlemen; who’ll ’ave
+another bottle?”
+
+During this recital, Doctor Norris gradually assumed a professional
+demeanor, and near the close he rose to his feet, and gesticulated as if
+addressing a large audience.
+
+But at the close he suddenly cooled down, and assuming his recumbent
+position, said, listlessly:
+
+“Now you know me.”
+
+“Certainly,” said I; “but then I do not see--”
+
+“I hunderstand,” said he. “You don’t see no Balsam, nor Drops, nor
+Powder?”
+
+“I do not.”
+
+“And you vonder vere they are?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“Your surprise is werry natural,” said Doctor Norris, with great
+gravity. “I am out of those inwaluable medicines at present, but ven I
+get to my laboratory, I shall roll ’em out wholesale.”
+
+“Then you make them?”
+
+“In course. I couldn’t trust anybody else.”
+
+Then, after a pause, he added, slowly:
+
+“I don’t know but that I might let you into my secrets if-- What did you
+say your name was?”
+
+I repeated my alias, and told my fictitious history.
+
+“So you ain’t got nothink to do?”
+
+“Nothing.”
+
+“How would you like to work for me?”
+
+“Doing what?”
+
+“Selling my medicines.”
+
+“Done!” cried I, joyfully.
+
+“Hold hup!” said he, quickly. “I ain’t quite certain. Can you patter?”
+
+“Can I what?”
+
+“Gab, I mean--talk? Are you good on that?”
+
+“I think I am,” I answered, modestly.
+
+“And ’ave you got plenty of cheek?”
+
+“Oh, yes! Why?”
+
+“Because you’ll need it. You wouldn’t be afraid to stand hup before a
+big crowd and blow away about the Balsam, or the Powder, nor yet the
+Drops--hey?”
+
+I assured him that the prospect did not dismay me in the least.
+
+My companion then brought the conversation to a conclusion very
+summarily.
+
+“Then, Jack Wood,” said he, “you’re my man!”
+
+Then he rolled over and went to sleep, and although somewhat astonished
+at the suddenness of the doctor’s resolution, I thought his action a
+good one, and _I_ rolled over and went to sleep, also.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+TREATS OF MY EXPERIENCE AS A PHYSICIAN--I REACH THE MISSISSIPPI.
+
+I awoke at sunrise, or rather Doctor Norris awoke me by a vigorous dig
+in the ribs with the point of his boot, and told me that breakfast was
+ready. I arose at once, washed my face, combed my hair, and then
+astonished the doctor by the vigor of my appetite.
+
+During the meal he confided to me his plans for the future. He had laid
+out a route through Butler and Beaver counties to the State line, and
+thence through Ohio until winter set in.
+
+“I make enough in summer to lay hup in winter,” he explained. “It’s an
+’ealthy and hinvigorating life, and I like it. I’ve traveled over nearly
+all the States between the Atlantic and the Mississippi, ’ave ’ad my
+hups and downs, and I wouldn’t change places with a king.”
+
+I rather doubted whether the doctor knew very much about kings, that he
+could afford to speak so positively, but I felt that it would be neither
+polite nor prudent to disagree with him.
+
+“I dare say I shall like the life very well,” I said, quietly.
+“But--what am I expected to do?”
+
+“You’ll be my assistant,” said the doctor, in a lofty voice, as if he
+was announcing my appointment to a cabinet position.
+
+Then he went into details, and explained that I was to assist him in
+concocting and selling the wonderful remedies of which he was the
+inventor.
+
+This duty included filling bottles, pasting on labels, carrying his
+baggage, making his fires, and several other minor matters which he
+could not recall just then.
+
+“Ve’ll camp out like this most of the time,” he added. “Hotels is
+hexpensive, and I never stops at ’em, unless it’s raining or I’m going
+to sell in the town. You von’t mind that, vill you?”
+
+I was more than delighted at the prospect, and I said so.
+
+“This man,” I told myself, “is evidently a great traveler, and he is
+going West. If I stick to him my fortune is made.”
+
+It did not take the doctor long to pack up his traps, and, dividing them
+between us, we journeyed along very agreeably.
+
+When we arrived in Butler we went to a hotel, and there, in the
+seclusion of our room, the doctor manufactured three dozen bottles of
+the balsam, as many of the toothache drops and twice as many boxes of
+the tooth-powder.
+
+At this distance of time I cannot recall the ingredients of these justly
+celebrated remedies, but I can cheerfully testify to their harmlessness.
+
+The balsam was composed of two or three simple aromatic oils, the
+toothache drops was merely a diluted essence of the oil of cloves,
+and the wonderful tooth-powder chalk powdered and scented.
+
+The labels for the various compounds the doctor carried in his oilcloth
+bag, and the bottles, boxes and various ingredients he purchased at the
+village drug stores.
+
+I am almost ashamed to tell you what enormous profits he made on his
+sales, and will only mention that he once told me that the bottle and
+label formed nine-tenths of the cost of the Golden Balsam, which
+retailed at one dollar.
+
+In these days the street vender of physic is an ordinary sight, but a
+quarter of a century ago he was almost unknown outside of the largest
+cities.
+
+After being a month in the company of Doctor Norris I easily understood
+why he followed such a life. In the town of Butler two days’ sales
+netted him sixty dollars, and he made nearly as much in Beaver.
+
+He was not always so successful, but, taking one week with another,
+I judged that he cleared at least fifty dollars, which was a bank
+president’s salary in those days.
+
+His methods were such as are in use among this class of gentry all the
+world over.
+
+Having prepared his stock in trade, he would gravely walk down the main
+street, followed by your humble servant.
+
+Halting on the most prominent corner, he and I would arrange the boxes
+and bottles in attractive pyramids on the top of a box or a barrel,
+taking as much time as possible, so as to attract the attention of the
+passers-by.
+
+Having achieved this object, the doctor would mount on a soap-box, so as
+to raise himself above the crowd, and begin his harangue.
+
+He always began gravely, and not until he had made several sales did he
+venture on a joke or a witticism, although he had a plentiful stock of
+cheap wit, such as crowds delight in.
+
+Another thing: When he spoke in public he used excellent English, and
+the cockney dialect entirely disappeared. He never explained this to me,
+but I suppose he was like an actor on the stage when addressing a crowd.
+
+“Ladies and gentlemen,” he would say, in calm and measured tones,
+“Shakespeare has said, ‘Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it!’ and
+he was right. Medicinal drugs are pernicious, even when given by a
+practiced physician, but when administered by quacks, it is little short
+of murder. Now, in my medicines I do not give you strange and deadly
+drugs. The articles I use are all known to you” (this was strictly
+true), “the mode of preparation only being a secret. No pain, no danger
+in their use, absolutely harmless to the smallest child, yet so powerful
+that the most deadly ailments yield to their power.”
+
+Thus the doctor talked on for fifteen minutes, taking the crowd into his
+confidence in a learned and fatherly way, until some fellow bashfully
+thrust forward a coin, and then the money rolled in.
+
+The doctor was now in his element; he was witty, he cracked jokes,
+he told stories, and even indulged in snatches of song, and he rarely
+failed to hold his audience until his stock was exhausted.
+
+This operation sometimes consumed three or four hours, and sometimes his
+eloquence was wasted. But at all times he was cheerful and polite, and
+good and bad fortune seemed alike to him.
+
+I thought then, and I still think, that he was a remarkable man; and I
+am sure that he treated me very kindly. He paid me a very liberal salary
+of ten dollars a month, and whenever he had an unusually good day, gave
+me an extra dollar.
+
+All of this money I carefully stowed away in my belt for a rainy day,
+which I felt sure would come. And my experience did not deceive me.
+
+After leaving Pennsylvania, we traveled through the small towns of Ohio
+until near the middle of December, as it was a very open winter, and it
+was nearly Christmas before the cold and snow drove us into winter
+quarters in Toledo.
+
+The doctor intended to treat himself to a three months’ rest, and for
+that purpose hired two rooms and kept bachelor’s hall, and invited me to
+keep him company.
+
+I received no wages; but as he was to bear all expenses, I willingly
+agreed to the arrangement.
+
+These three months were absolutely uneventful, and about the first of
+April we started out again.
+
+The doctor had laid out a new route for this season. We traveled across
+country by stage to Keokuk, Iowa, intending to travel up the river as
+far as St. Paul, and then work eastward thorough Wisconsin and Michigan,
+and close the season at Detroit.
+
+But we never carried out our programme. My cruel fate pursued me--or was
+it punishment for my foolishness?--and at Davenport I was once more cast
+adrift.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+       INTERNATIONAL LESSON--FOR MAY 29.
+
+   Exodus 14:19-21. Golden Text--Isaiah 43:2.
+
+  Central Subject--THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA.
+
+           BY REV. D. P. KIDDER, D.D.
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+According to Jewish tradition, it was seven days after the Passover that
+the Israelites passed over the Red Sea.
+
+Before they left they were directed by God to ask (not “borrow,” as it
+is in our version) of the Egyptians jewels of silver and gold, and other
+articles that would be of service to them.
+
+It was customary thus on the eve of a journey, or at the close of a term
+of service, to ask gifts. The practice corresponded to the asking of
+_backshish_, still so common in the East.
+
+The Egyptians, it seemed, readily and generously granted the request of
+the Israelites and supplied them abundantly. Thus, in some slight
+measure, they made return for the long years of unrequited service which
+the Hebrews had rendered to Egypt’s land and Egypt’s king.
+
+While the Egyptians were bewailing their dead, the children of Israel,
+having finished hurriedly their Passover feast, started on their journey
+of escape. Leaving Rameses, the western part of Goshen, they assembled
+at Succoth--“place of tents”--so called because it was a camping place
+for caravans going east, then and now. They were, perhaps, four days
+gathering at this spot, about two millions of people all told.
+
+The next point which they reached was Etham. This was a district of
+country just on the edge of the desert. From this point there were three
+routes to Palestine. The Israelites, by divine direction, took the most
+southern.
+
+They were at first surprised at this order of march; but it was the only
+safe one for them. The most northern would have taken them right through
+the country of the warlike and hostile Philistines, and the middle route
+(after passing the great wall which stretched from Pelusium on the
+Mediterranean Sea to the Gulf of Suez) would have brought them right out
+upon the desert.
+
+Several days had elapsed since the Israelites started on their flight.
+Pharaoh already missed them. His important works were brought to a
+standstill; there was no one to make or handle bricks, and the loss of
+so large and so efficient a body of workers was severely felt.
+
+A reaction takes place in the mind of the king; he charges himself with
+folly in letting the people go, and resolves to pursue them. He learns,
+also, that they have not yet got out of the land of Egypt, and he thinks
+that by the fact that they have turned south, and not gone directly to
+the east, they are confused, and he plans to catch them when they are
+hemmed in by the mountains and the sea.
+
+With six hundred of his swiftest chariots he at once sets out after
+them, leaving orders, doubtless, for other chariots as well as foot
+soldiers to follow as soon as possible.
+
+The Israelites were in the greatest alarm; there was no visible means of
+escape. They could go no further south, for the mountains were in front
+of them; they could not turn to the right for the same reason; the
+Egyptians were in their rear, and the Red Sea was before them. They were
+in a trap. This is what Pharaoh expected. The strategy on which he had
+reckoned (ver. 3) had worked admirably.
+
+
+THE PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE.
+
+  “And the angel of God, which went before the camp of Israel, removed
+  and went behind them; and the pillar of the cloud went from before
+  their face, and stood behind them:
+
+  “And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of
+  Israel: and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light
+  by night to these: so that the one came not near the other all the
+  night.”
+
+It is singular that this blind king should so soon forget that there was
+a God in Israel, and that he was to come into collision again with that
+Being who had so often foiled, and finally, in the death of the
+first-born, had utterly crushed him.
+
+But none are so blind or so heedless as the obstinate and the
+unbelieving. It will be seen that the battle that is soon to follow will
+end as before--in the defeat of Pharaoh, and, as some think, his death.
+
+We have in this “angel of God” the same being that we have met so often
+before, who talked familiarly with Abraham and Jacob. He is the one who
+afterward came in the form of the flesh, and is called Christ.
+
+This time His symbol was a cloud, and at night a pillar of fire. In such
+a large host as that of the children of Israel were at this time, it
+would be necessary that there be some elevated central object, so that
+those of the people scattered widely, in caring for the flocks and other
+like services, should not lose the location of the camp.
+
+Some such arrangement was early found important in caravans crossing the
+deserts, so that it was customary to carry a round grate with fire, held
+aloft on a pole. The ancient Persians and some other nations carried a
+sacred fire in silver altars before their armies.
+
+At night this cloud over the camp of the Israelites was illumined by
+some strong internal fire, so that the host dwelt amid the darkness of
+the desert as in a city brightly lighted. It was a marvelous miracle.
+
+This cloud now changed its position as the Egyptians came near to the
+Israelites. It stood between the two hosts. Over the Egyptians it was a
+dense fog that cut off all their vision so that they could not tell what
+the Israelites were doing, while to the latter it was as though it had
+caught and held the rays of the setting sun, and poured a brilliant
+glory all over and through their encampment. The Egyptians, thinking
+that the rising sun will disperse the fog, wait for morning.
+
+
+THE ISRAELITES ENTER THE RED SEA.
+
+  “And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the Lord caused
+  the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made
+  the sea dry land, and the waters were divided.
+
+  “And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon dry
+  ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand,
+  and on their left.”
+
+While the Egyptians were thus waiting, the Israelites were busy; they
+were making the best use of their time. They were making their escape by
+the way last of all thought possible--even the bottom of the sea!
+
+The crossing was made in the neighborhood of what are now called the
+Bitter Lakes. This was then most probably the head of the Red Sea.
+
+It was at a time of the year when the tide would help the action of the
+wind. If there were shoals or flats at the place where the crossing is
+supposed to have occurred, as there are now at Suez, the wind and the
+tide clearing a passage there would leave deep water on both sides of
+the passage-way, and this most probably is the meaning of the expression
+that the waters were a wall to them on either side.
+
+  “They were a defense; not necessarily perpendicular cliffs, as they
+  were often pictured. God could make the water stand in precipices if
+  He should so choose, and such a conception is more impressive to the
+  imagination, but it is certain that the language of the text may
+  mean simply that the water was a protection on the right and on the
+  left flanks of the host. Thus, in Nahum 3:8, No (Thebes) is said to
+  have the sea (the broad Nile) for the rampart and a wall--that is,
+  a defense, a protection against enemies. It is true that in poetical
+  passages the waters are said to have stood ’as a heap’ (Exod. 15:8;
+  Psa. 78:13); but so they are also, in the same style, said to have
+  been ’congealed in the heart of the sea,’ and the peaks of the
+  trembling Horeb are said to have ’skipped like rams, and the little
+  hills like lambs’ (Psa. 114:4). Of course these expressions are not
+  to be literally and prosaically interpreted.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The wind thus prevailed all night, to keep the passage open until all
+the Israelites had crossed and the pursuing Egyptians had got well into
+the sea.
+
+
+THE ENEMY FOLLOW CLOSELY.
+
+  “And the Egyptians pursued, and went in after them to the midst of
+  the sea, even all Pharaoh’s horses, his chariots and his horsemen.
+
+  “And it came to pass that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto
+  the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the
+  cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians.
+
+  “And took off their chariot wheels, that they drave them heavily; so
+  that the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel; for
+  the Lord fighteth for them against the Egyptians.”
+
+Surrounded by darkness and enveloped by the fog, the Egyptians did not
+know that they were rushing into the midst of the sea. It is not said
+that Pharaoh went in, and yet as the post of the king is usually
+represented on the ancient monuments as leading his soldiers--marching
+at their head--it may be, as some think, that his chariot led those six
+hundred chariots, and that he perished with them.
+
+  “The chariots of Egypt were very famous. According to Diodorus
+  Siculus, Rameses II had twenty-seven thousand in his army.
+  The processes of manufacture of chariots and harness are fully
+  illustrated by existing sculptures, in which also are represented
+  the chariots used by neighboring nations.”--_Rev. H. W. Phillot._
+
+At this point the movements of the Egyptians are very much impeded.
+Shortly after midnight, the fog changed into a storm cloud, blazing with
+lightning and growling with thunder. This was terrifying to the
+Egyptians in the extreme, as they were not accustomed to thunderstorms,
+and scarcely ever saw rain.
+
+  “Showers of rain also came down from the sky, and dreadful thunder
+  and lightning, with flashes of fire. Thunderbolts also were darted
+  upon them; nor was there anything which God sends upon men as
+  indications of His wrath which did not happen at this
+  time.”--_Josephus._
+
+Psalms 77:15-20 refers to this storm. Although the Israelites went
+through dry-shod, the pursuing chariots sank in the mire, were buried in
+the sand, and in some cases the wheels were wrenched off, so that the
+superstitious Egyptians recognized the fact that the God of Israel was
+fighting against them. They therefore began to retreat. In the meantime
+the children of Israel had an abundance of time to make good their
+escape.
+
+  “Before the captivity, the night (between sunset and sunrise) was
+  divided by the Israelites into three watches--the first watch, the
+  middle watch and the morning watch. It appears that the Israelites
+  had the space of two watches, at least (or eight hours), for
+  effecting their passage.”--_Murphy._
+
+
+THE OVERTHROW OF PHARAOH’S HOST.
+
+  “And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand over the sea,
+  that the waters may come again upon the Egyptians, upon their
+  chariots and upon their horsemen.
+
+  “And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea
+  returned to his strength when the morning appeared; and the
+  Egyptians fled against it, and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in
+  the midst of the sea.
+
+  “And the waters returned, and covered the chariots, and the
+  horsemen, and all the host of Pharaoh that came into the sea after
+  them; there remained not so much as one of them.”
+
+After the fugitives had safely gained the farther shore, and while the
+Egyptians were still struggling in the middle of the passage, through
+the gray of the dawn they saw the majestic form of Moses rise upon the
+opposite bank. They saw him stretch forth that terrible rod--that rod
+which had left so many deep scars upon the fair land of Egypt--and
+immediately the wind ceased, its strong pressure was relaxed, the sudden
+swell of the tide caught the waters, and they, as if impatient of
+restraint, leaped again to their wonted channel, burying the hopeless
+and helpless enemy.
+
+  “A sudden cessation of the wind at sunrise, coinciding with a spring
+  tide (it was full moon), would immediately convert the low, flat
+  sand-banks, first into a quicksand, and then into a mass of waters,
+  in a time far less than would suffice for the escape of a single
+  chariot or horseman loaded with heavy corselet.”--_Canon Cook._
+
+The destruction was as complete as it was sudden. Not one escaped. The
+disaster was overwhelming, crushing. The Egyptians never again disturbed
+the Israelites during all their after wanderings.
+
+
+THIS WAS THE LORD’S DOINGS.
+
+  “But the children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the
+  sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand and on
+  their left.
+
+  “Thus the Lord saved Israel that day out of the hand of the
+  Egyptians; and Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the seashore.
+
+  “And Israel saw that great work which the Lord did upon the
+  Egyptians; and the people feared the Lord, and believed the Lord,
+  and his servant Moses.”
+
+There was only one explanation of this event, and that was the Lord
+wrought it. There could be no room in the mind of any of the children of
+Israel to doubt that God was with them. Repeatedly had they seen their
+enemies baffled and discomfited; now they saw them destroyed. What folly
+to contend with such a God! Would it be possible for these people thus
+delivered ever to doubt God? ever to distrust Him? ever to disobey Him?
+It would seem not.
+
+They had every reason to believe Him, to be grateful to Him, to love and
+serve Him devotedly. Without lifting a finger, they, an unarmed people,
+with not a soldier in all their ranks, nor a weapon worthy the name, had
+triumphed over a chosen detachment of the finest army in the world at
+that time, led, too, by a king who was familiar with battles and
+accustomed to victories.
+
+Josephus says that, after the passage of the sea by the Israelites,
+a west wind set in, which (assisted by the current) drove the bodies of
+the drowned Egyptians to the eastern side of the gulf, where many of
+them were cast up upon the shore. In this way, Moses, according to him,
+obtained weapons and armor for a considerable number of Israelites.
+
+
+
+
+  WHAT THEY DO WHEN IT RAINS.
+
+  By Carrie Cathcart Day.
+
+
+         “Where do you go,
+           Sweet, happy bird,
+          When wild winds blow
+           And storms are heard?
+  Do you not dread the rushing rain,
+  And wish the sky was bright again?”
+
+         “Tweet oh! I fly
+           To nestlings near--
+          To hush their cry,
+           And soothe their fear;
+  And o’er them all my wings I fold,
+  To keep them safely from the cold.”
+
+         “Where do you run,
+           Dear little duck?
+          Is the rain fun,
+           And best of luck?”
+  “Oh, yes! Quack! quack! I swim in glee,
+  It never pours too hard for me!”
+
+         “Of course, good sheep,
+           You do not care--
+          Out-doors you keep
+           Through foul and fair;
+  Your coat is surely thick enough
+  To shield you from a tempest rough?”
+
+         “Baa! baa! baa! baa!
+           I let the geese
+          Have all the wet;
+           For should my fleece
+          All soaking get,
+  ’Twould be too heavy for my play--
+  So to my shed I skip away.”
+
+         “Why do you croak
+           So long and loud,
+          Queer froggie folk,
+           When comes a cloud?”
+         “Cree-crake! cree-crake!
+  Because our pollywogs, we know,
+  When ponds are full will nicely grow!”
+
+         “But, bumble-bee,
+           Your gauzy wings,
+          It seems to me,
+           Are flimsy things;
+  Should they get drenched, ’twould spoil them quite,
+  And you’d be in a sorry plight!”
+
+         “I crawl beneath
+            A lily bell--
+          A lovely sheath
+            That suits me well,
+  And when--buzz! buzz!--the sun I greet,
+  The roses all are fresh and sweet.”
+
+          “Well, surely you,
+            My little lad,
+           Feel very blue
+            In weather sad?
+  You mope and fret and whine and frown,
+  To see the torrents driving down!”
+
+          “Oh, ho! oh, ho!
+            You do not know;
+           For _thus_, you see,
+            My trowsers go
+           Up to my knee;
+  I make believe to wade and splash
+  In puddles nice, with Puss and Dash,
+  And we pretend the shower pours
+  As hard _within_ as out of doors!”
+
+
+
+
+JACK-A-DANDY.
+
+BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK.
+
+
+We children had been wishing for a tame crow ever since reading Dickens’
+charming description of his pet raven. There were no ravens where we
+lived; but Brother Tom said crows were just as good, and could be taught
+to talk, too.
+
+And one day, when we were playing “Here we go round the mulberry bush”
+in the woods near the house, little Ikey, our colored washerwoman’s boy,
+came along with a live crow in his hands.
+
+Of course we were curious to see and examine the wonderful bird, and we
+crowded around Ikey, who seemed bewildered at being the object of so
+much attention.
+
+“Where did you get him?” “What you going to do with him?” “How much will
+you take for him?” asked Tom, Josie and Fred, in one breath.
+
+But Ikey only grinned, as he answered each in turn.
+
+“Got him out of his nest in a post-oak. Dey was more of ’em, but I
+couldn’t git ony dis one. I’m a-gwine to raise him if mammy’ll let me.
+But I mout sell him, if I git a good chance.”
+
+The opportunity was not to be lost, and in a very few moments Ikey was
+trudging homeward with a handful of coppers and two nickels--all the
+change we could raise among us, and we proudly carried our new-found
+treasure to the house.
+
+“Mercy on us!” cried mamma, holding up her hands. “What on earth have
+you got there?”
+
+“A crow,” we told her. “And we’re going to tame him, and teach him to
+talk.”
+
+“Nonsense!” said mamma. “You don’t suppose I’ll have a _crow_ about the
+house, to kill the young chickens and eat up the eggs!”
+
+But we begged and pleaded, till at last she gave her consent to let us
+keep it.
+
+“It’ll be a great torment,” grumbled grandma. “It’s a _young_ bird,
+and you’ll have to feed it like a baby.”
+
+But we did not mind the trouble. Indeed, it was more of an amusement to
+us to feed our pet on scraps of meat and bits of bread. It opened its
+mouth so wide, and cried “Caw-aw-aw!” in such a satisfactory way.
+
+Ikey had instructed us as to the manner of feeding.
+
+“Jess you peck it on de head, an’ it’ll open its mouth like it does fur
+de ole birds,” he explained.
+
+And we found his advice was good.
+
+We named our pet “Jack-a-Dandy,” and he grew and throve so much that he
+was soon able to procure his own food, which consisted of crickets and
+other insects.
+
+He was so tame that we could allow him perfect freedom, without any fear
+of his deserting us.
+
+As he grew older, he used frequently to fly into the top of a tall
+post-oak near the front door, from which he would circle around and
+around the house, then alight on the ground, and come hopping in the
+door, with a cheerful “caw! caw!” as if asserting that there was no
+place like home.
+
+“He’s better than Dick Hardy’s tame squirrel,” Tom used to say, “for
+that has to be kept in a cage.”
+
+“And Bob Rooney’s pet coon has to be fastened by a chain,” said Josie.
+“But Jack-a-Dandy is as free as we are.”
+
+But mamma was not particularly pleased with Jack, and grandma continued
+to grumble over his misdemeanors, especially when he would rummage in
+her work-basket, and carry off her silver thimble or bright steel
+bodkin.
+
+“He’s a troublesome creature,” she would declare, “and if I had _my_
+way, he’d get his neck wrung.”
+
+But we kept a good watch on our favorite, to keep him from getting into
+mischief.
+
+We had used our best endeavors to teach him to talk, but he was a poor
+scholar, and could not even learn to pronounce his own name.
+
+Still we loved him, and continued to take his part against his enemies.
+
+Papa had never said much, one way or the other, about Jack, though he
+was not very favorably disposed toward the race of crows. But when the
+spring planting was done, he took sides with the opposition.
+
+“If your tame thief pulls up my corn, I’ll shoot him,” he declared.
+
+“If he troubles the young chickens, he’ll have to go,” said mamma.
+
+“If he spoils my garden, I’ll wring his neck,” asserted grandma.
+
+And, as may be imagined, we suffered considerable anxiety about our pet.
+
+One day we were eating dinner, while Jack sat perched on the post-oak
+near the door.
+
+Suddenly a terrible commotion occurred in the chicken-yard, caused by a
+hawk which had swooped down and seized a young chicken.
+
+The hen-mother, however, attacked the marauder so furiously that it was
+unable to carry off its prey immediately, and before papa could seize
+his gun and reach the scene of conflict, Jack-a-Dandy had flown to the
+hen’s assistance.
+
+He attacked the hawk so desperately that it dropped its prey, and a
+terrible combat ensued, in which Jack came off the victor. But not
+satisfied with this, he pursued the flying enemy a long distance,
+attacking him sharply when occasion offered.
+
+[Illustration:
+“BEFORE PAPA COULD SEIZE HIS GUN AND REACH THE SCENE OF CONFLICT,
+JACK-A-DANDY HAD FLOWN TO THE HEN’S ASSISTANCE.”]
+
+You may be sure we had a great many praises and a sumptuous dinner for
+our favorite, on his return.
+
+Hawks had for years been a great pest to poultry raising, and even mamma
+espoused Jack’s cause after his successful battle with the rapacious
+foe.
+
+And during Jack’s life, not another chicken was molested by the hawks,
+as he kept a vigilant watch, and attacked every one that dared to
+venture near the premises.
+
+He even won the good-will of papa, by keeping rigidly aloof from the
+corn-field; but grandma was still fearful lest he might do some damage
+to the garden.
+
+She was very careful of her early vegetables, and the garden-spot was
+paled in, to keep the chickens and rabbits from making depredations on
+the early lettuce, peas and cabbages.
+
+But no fence would keep Jack out. Like the wind, he went “wherever he
+listeth.”
+
+Much to our relief, however, he did not offer to molest the vegetables,
+but did good service in picking up the insects and cut-worms, which are
+usually such a pest about a garden.
+
+When he fell to devouring the squash-bugs, which were sapping the life
+of the “Boston Marrows,” grandma’s last prejudice was overcome, and she
+declared that Jack was worth his weight in gold.
+
+After that, she never went to the garden without calling Jack, who would
+give an answering “caw!” and hop gravely after her, or perch on her
+shoulder with all the confidence of a privileged favorite.
+
+As long as he lived, Jack continued to grow in the good opinion of the
+household. But, alas! he could not live forever.
+
+One day he sat drooping on his perch, and refused to be enticed away
+from it. He even declined the plump crickets Fred offered him in hopes
+of tempting his appetite.
+
+The next morning he was found dead under his perch. He was mourned
+sincerely by the whole family, from grandma down, and we buried him with
+great ceremony under his favorite post-oak.
+
+Tom sodded his grave, Josie planted a “mourning bride” over it, and Fred
+put up a shingle for a headstone, with this verse on it, which we all
+thought very beautiful:
+
+  “Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy
+  Loves plum-cake and sugar candy.”
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 15._]
+
+                      THE
+
+               YOUNG GAME-WARDEN
+
+              BY HARRY CASTLEMON.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI--[CONTINUED].
+
+Silas was so completely wrapped up in his own affairs that the boys got
+close to him before he was aware of their presence, and it is the
+greatest wonder in the world that he did not shoot one of them in his
+excitement.
+
+He was really alarmed; but when he had taken a good look at the
+newcomers, in order to make sure of their identity, he laid his gun
+across the chair, pushed up his sleeves, and shook both his fists at
+Dan.
+
+“So you thought you would fool your poor old pap this morning, did you,
+you little snipe?” he shouted. “Well, you see what you made by it, don’t
+you?”
+
+“I never tried to make a fool of you,” stammered Dan, who had a faint
+idea that he understood the situation. “I never in this wide world!”
+
+“Hush your noise when I tell you I know better,” yelled Silas; and one
+would have thought, by the way he acted and looked, that he was very
+angry, instead of very much delighted, at the way things had turned out.
+“Here you have been and tramped all over them mountings, and never got a
+cent for it, while I have made a clean twenty-five hundred dollars, if I
+counted it up right on my fingers; and I reckon I did, ’cause your mam
+put in a figger to help me now and then.”
+
+“Why, how did it happen?” exclaimed Joe, who, up to this moment, had not
+been able to do anything but stand still and look astonished.
+
+He knew that his father had captured one of the robbers without help
+from any one, and that was more than fifty other men had been able to
+do, with all their weary tramping.
+
+“The way it happened was just this,” said Silas, who could not stand in
+one place for a single moment. “Hold on there!” he added, turning
+fiercely upon his prisoner, who just then moved uneasily upon the bench,
+as if he were trying to find a softer spot to sit on. “I’ve got my eyes
+onto you, and you might as--”
+
+“Why, father, he can’t get away,” Joe interposed. “You’ve got him tied
+up too tight. Why don’t you let out that rope a little?”
+
+“’Cause he’s worth a pile of money--that’s why!” exclaimed Silas; “and I
+won’t let the rope out not one inch, nuther. You Joe, keep away from
+there.”
+
+“I really wish you would undo some of this rope,” said the prisoner,
+who, like Byron’s Corsair, seemed to be a mild-mannered man. “I have
+been tied up ever since two o’clock, and am numb all over. I couldn’t
+run a step if I should try.”
+
+“Don’t you believe a word of that!” exclaimed Silas. “Come away from
+there and let that rope be, I tell you.”
+
+“Say, father,” said Joe, suddenly, “what are you going to do with your
+captive? Do you intend to sit up and watch him all night long?”
+
+“I was just a-studying about that when you come up and scared me,”
+replied Silas, dropping the butt of his gun to the ground, and leaning
+heavily upon the muzzle.
+
+He never could stand alone for any length of time; he always wanted
+something to support him.
+
+“What do you think I had better do about it? I don’t much like to keep
+him here, ’cause-- Why, just look a-here, Joey,” added Silas, moving up
+to the door, and pointing to some object inside the cabin. “See them
+tools I took away from him?”
+
+The boys stepped to their father’s side, and saw lying upon the table,
+where Silas had placed it, a belt containing a brace of heavy revolvers
+and a murderous-looking knife.
+
+“Now, them’s dangerous,” continued Silas, “and if this feller’s pardner
+should happen along--”
+
+“But he won’t happen along,” interrupted Dan. “Brierly’s squad gobbled
+him.”
+
+The ferryman looked surprised, then disgusted, and finally he turned an
+inquiring glance upon Joe, who said that Dan told the truth.
+
+“You don’t like it, do you?” said the latter, to himself. “It sorter
+hurts you to know that there is them in the world that are just as lucky
+and smart as you be, don’t it? Yes, that’s what’s the matter with pap.
+He don’t want no one else to be as well off as he is.”
+
+And when Dan said that, he hit the nail fairly on the head.
+
+“The other robber is not in a condition to attempt a rescue,” said Joe;
+“but, all the same, I don’t think you ought to keep this man here all
+night. The sheriff is now at Mr. Warren’s house, and it is your duty to
+hand the prisoner over to him at once. Be careful how you point those
+guns this way.”
+
+This last remark was called forth by an action on the part of Silas and
+Dan that made Joe feel the least bit uncomfortable.
+
+While the latter was talking, his hands were busy with the rope; and
+when the prisoner arose from the bench and stamped his feet to set the
+blood in circulation again, his excited and watchful guards at once
+covered his head and Joe’s with the muzzles of their guns.
+
+“Turn those weapons the other way,” repeated Joe, angrily. “You don’t
+think this man is foolish enough to try to run off while his hands are
+tied, do you? Now, father, how did you happen to catch him?”
+
+“It was just as easy as falling off a log,” replied Silas, resuming his
+seat and resting his double-barrel across his knees. “When you and Dan
+went away this morning, I just naturally shouldered my gun, walked up
+the road to the foot of the mounting, and set down on a log to wait for
+game to come a-running past me, just the same as if I was watching for
+deer, you know.”
+
+This was all true; but there was one thing he did that he forgot to
+mention. The only “game” Silas expected to see was Dan Morgan, when he
+returned from the mountain at night, and the ferryman was prepared to
+give him a warm reception. Before he devoted himself to the task of
+holding down that log by the roadside, he took the trouble to cut a long
+hickory switch, and to place it beside the log, out of sight. He meant
+to give Dan such a thrashing that he would never play any more tricks
+upon him.
+
+“Well, about one o’clock, or a little after, while I was a-setting there
+and waiting for the game to come along, I heared a noise in the brush,
+and, all on a sudden, out popped this feller. He was running like he’d
+been sent for, and that’s why I suspicioned him. Of course I didn’t know
+him from Adam, but I asked him would he stop a bit. And he ’lowed he
+would, when he seed my gun looking him square in the eye. I brung him
+home, and your mam she passed out the clothes-line, and I tied him up.”
+
+“Where is mother now?” asked Joe.
+
+“Gone off after more sewing, I reckon,” replied Silas, in a tone which
+seemed to say that it was a matter that was not worth talking about.
+“She helped me figger up what I would get for catching him, and then she
+dug out. I’m worth almost as much as you be now, Joey, and that there
+mean Dan, who wouldn’t stay by and help me, he ain’t got a cent. Now
+don’t you wish you hadn’t played that trick on me this morning?”
+
+“Never mind that,” interposed Joe, who did not care to stand by and
+listen to an angry altercation which might end in a fight or a foot-race
+between his father and Dan. “If we are going to deliver this man to the
+sheriff to-night, we had better be moving.”
+
+“Do you reckon the sheriff will hand over the twenty-five hundred when I
+give up the prisoner?” inquired Silas, as the party walked down the bank
+toward the flat.
+
+“Of course he won’t.”
+
+“What for won’t he?”
+
+“Because he hasn’t got it with him. Perhaps it was never put into his
+hands at all. I haven’t received my share yet.”
+
+“Then I reckon I’d best hold fast to him till I’m sure of my money,”
+said Silas, reflectively. “I guess I won’t take him down to old man
+Warren’s to-night.”
+
+“I guess you will, unless you want to get into trouble with the law,”
+said Joe, decidedly. “If you don’t give him up of your own free will,
+the sheriff will take him away from you.”
+
+Silas protested that he couldn’t see any sense in such a law as that,
+but he lent his aid in pushing off the flat.
+
+Dan, who was almost too angry to breathe, had more than half a mind to
+stay at home; but his curiosity to hear and see all that was said and
+done when the prisoner was turned over to the officers of the law
+impelled him to think better of it. When the flat was shoved off,
+he jumped in and picked up one of the oars.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+We have said that Tom Hallet was so anxious to help his unlucky friend
+Bob in some way that he joined the very first squad that went out in
+search of him.
+
+The man who had the name of being the leader of it was the sheriff’s
+deputy; but the two stalwart young farmers who belonged to his party
+were longer of limb than he was, and they pushed ahead at such a rate
+that the deputy speedily fell to the rear, and stayed there during the
+most of the day.
+
+“Me and Cyrus have come out to win that there reward,” said one of the
+young men, when Tom remonstrated with them for leaving the officer so
+far behind, “and we can’t do it by loafing along like that sheriff does.
+We’ve got a mortgage to pay off on the farm, and we don’t know any
+easier way to raise the money for it than to capture one of them
+rogues.”
+
+But this sanguine young fellow was not the only one who was destined to
+have his trouble for his pains; and what made his disappointment and his
+brother’s harder to bear was the reflection that if they had left Tom’s
+cabin half an hour earlier than they did, they might have succeeded in
+earning a portion of the money of which they stood so much in need.
+
+They were not more than a quarter of a mile away when Brierly’s signal
+guns announced that one of the robbers had been captured. They ran
+forward at the top of their speed, hoping to reach the scene of action
+before the arrest was fairly consummated, but in this they were also
+disappointed.
+
+When they came within sight of the successful party, they found the
+robber securely bound, and Brierly wearing the belt that contained his
+weapons.
+
+“Too late, boys!” exclaimed the guide, who was highly elated over his
+good fortune. “You can’t lay claim to any of our money, if that’s what
+brung you up here in such haste.”
+
+“We don’t care for the money,” panted Tom. “Where’s Bob?”
+
+“That’s so,” said Brierly, who had not bestowed a single thought upon
+the prisoner during the whole forenoon. “Where is he? Say, feller, what
+have you done with him?”
+
+“I have not seen him for two hours,” replied the prisoner. “As soon as
+we found out that the hills were full of men, we set him at liberty, and
+I suppose he made the best of his way home. We didn’t want to keep him
+with us for fear that he would set up a yelp to show where we were
+hiding.”
+
+Just then, the deputy, who had been sitting on a log to recover his
+breath, managed to inquire:
+
+“What have you done with your partners?”
+
+“There were only two of us, and the other man has gone off that way,”
+answered the captive, nodding his head toward an indefinite point of the
+compass.
+
+Tom Hallet had no further interest in the hunt. He stood by and watched
+the officer as he unbound the prisoner and substituted a pair of
+hand-cuffs for the rope with which his arms had been confined, and when
+Brierly’s party started off with their captive, Tom fell in behind them.
+
+He went as straight to his cabin as he could go, and there he found Bob
+Emerson, who was rummaging around in the hope of finding something to
+eat.
+
+“I haven’t had a bite of anything since last night, and you’d better
+believe that I am hungry,” said Bob, after he and Tom had greeted each
+other as though they had been separated for years. “But I am not a bit
+of a hero. I haven’t had an adventure worth the telling.”
+
+“There’s nothing in there,” said Tom, seeing that his friend was casting
+longing eyes toward his game-bag. “I didn’t take much of a lunch with
+me, and I was hungry enough to eat it all. Can you stand it until we get
+home?”
+
+“I’ll have to,” replied Bob. “By-the-way, did you ever see that before?”
+
+As he spoke, he put his hand into his pocket and drew out a soiled and
+crumpled letter, which looked as though it might have been through the
+war.
+
+It was the same precious document that he and Tom had left in Silas
+Morgan’s wood-pile.
+
+“One of the robbers gave it to me last night,” continued Bob, in reply
+to his companion’s inquiring look. “You will remember that Dan Morgan
+lost the letter within a few feet of the log on which he sat when he
+read it, and that when he and Silas went back to find it, they were
+frightened away by something that dodged into the bushes before they
+could get a sight at it, and which they took to be a ghost. Well, it
+wasn’t a ghost at all, but one of the thieves, who had been to the Beach
+after supplies. He found the letter, and read it. Of course he was
+greatly alarmed, and so was his companion; for they couldn’t help
+believing that some one had got wind of their hiding-place. They could
+hardly believe me when I told them that you and I made that letter up
+out of the whole cloth, and that we never dreamed there was any one
+living in the gorge.”
+
+“But we did know it,” said Tom.
+
+“Of course we did after they frightened us, but not before. They spoke
+about that, too. We took them completely by surprise the day we came
+down the gorge. We were close upon their camp before they knew it,
+and for a minute or two they didn’t know what to do. Then one of them
+conceived the idea of making that hideous noise, and when the other saw
+how well it worked, he joined in with him.”
+
+“But didn’t they know that we would be back sooner or later to look into
+the matter?” asked Tom.
+
+“Of course they did, and that was another thing that frightened them.
+They saw very plainly that their hiding-place was broken up, and were
+making preparations to leave it when Silas and Dan put in their
+appearance. The robbers saw and heard them long before they got to the
+camp, and the one who found the letter recognized them at once. It was
+at his suggestion that that ghost was rigged up.”
+
+“But they must have known that they could not scare everybody with that
+dummy,” observed Tom.
+
+“To-be-sure they did, and they were in a great hurry to get away from
+there; but they needed provisions, and by stopping to get them they fell
+into trouble. They took Joe Morgan’s house for a wood-chopper’s cabin,
+and while we were robbing them, they were foraging on Joe. I tell you,
+Tom, it’s a lucky thing for us that we got out of that gorge when we
+did. They were mad enough to shoot us on sight.”
+
+“I don’t wonder at it,” replied Tom. “It would make most anybody mad to
+lose a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money and securities, no
+matter how he came by them. Where did they catch you? Did they treat you
+well?”
+
+“They treated me well enough,” was Bob’s reply; “but I believe that if
+they had not stood in fear of immediate capture, I should have a
+different story to tell, if, indeed, I were able to tell any. I told you
+nothing but the truth in the postscript I added to their note.”
+
+“I knew they made you write it, and that you did not express your honest
+sentiments when you told us to be in a hurry about giving back that
+valise.”
+
+“I was sure you would understand it: but what could a fellow do with a
+cocked revolver flourished before his eyes by a man who was in just the
+right humor to use it on him?”
+
+“He would do as he is told, of course,” answered Tom. “But do you
+suppose they thought they could get that valise back by threatening
+you?”
+
+“I don’t know what they thought, for they acted as if they were crazy.
+They caught me in less than half an hour after I left you, and it was
+through my own fault. I ran on to them before I knew it; and do you
+imagine I thought ‘robbers’ once? As true as you live, I didn’t. I took
+them for poachers, and told them, very politely, that these grounds were
+posted and they couldn’t be allowed to shoot there, when all on a sudden
+it popped into my head what I was doing. They saw the start I gave, and
+in a second more they had me covered. If I could have got away without
+letting them see that I suspected them, they wouldn’t have said a word
+to me.”
+
+“Well, they covered you with their revolvers; then what?”
+
+“Beyond a doubt, they made a prisoner of me before they thought what
+they were doing, and when they came to look at it, they found that they
+had got an elephant on their hands. Then they would have been glad to
+get rid of me; but they did not see just how they could do it with
+safety to themselves, so they made up their minds to use me.
+
+“At first they thought they would wait and see if anything would come of
+the notice they left on the door of the cabin, and then they thought
+they wouldn’t--that they would hunt up another hiding-place as soon as
+possible; so they ordered me to take them where nobody would ever think
+of looking for them. And I could do nothing but obey.”
+
+“Were you acting as their guide when they released you?”
+
+Bob replied that he was.
+
+“Why didn’t you veer around a bit, and lead them toward the railroad?”
+
+“If I had, I shouldn’t be here now,” answered Bob, significantly. “They
+warned me to be careful about that, and they were so well acquainted
+with the hills that I was afraid to attempt any tricks. We camped over
+on Dungeon Brook last night, and set out again at an early hour this
+morning; but before we had been in motion an hour, we found ourselves
+cut off from the upper end of the hills, and that was the time they made
+up their minds to let me go. They didn’t say so, but still I had an idea
+that they didn’t want me around for fear I would make too much noise to
+suit them.”
+
+“I know they were afraid of it,” said Tom. “The robber that Brierly’s
+squad captured said so.”
+
+“Is one of them taken?” exclaimed Bob, who hadn’t heard of it before.
+“That’s good news. Where’s the other?”
+
+“Don’t know. They separated after they let you go, and Brierly captured
+one of them. Perhaps we shall hear something about the other one now,”
+added Tom, directing his companion’s attention to a large party of men
+who were at that moment discovered approaching the cabin. “We went out
+in squads of four, and there are a dozen men in that crowd.”
+
+“But I don’t see any prisoner among them,” said Bob. “They have all got
+guns on their shoulders, and that proves that they have not seen
+anything of robber number two.”
+
+As the party came nearer, the boys saw that it was made up of citizens
+of Bellville and Hammondsport, who had abandoned the search for the day,
+and were now on their way home.
+
+They were surprised to see Bob Emerson there, safe and sound, and
+forthwith desired a full history of the letter which had been the means
+of bringing about so remarkable a series of events.
+
+Bob protested that he was too hungry to talk, but when he saw the
+generous supply of bread and meat which one of the men drew from his
+haversack, he sat down on a log in front of the cabin and told his
+story.
+
+His auditors declared that the way things had turned out was little
+short of wonderful, adding, as they arose to go, that they were coming
+out again, bright and early the next morning, to resume the search for
+robber number two. They were not going to remain idle at home, they
+said, as long as there were twenty-five hundred dollars running around
+loose in the woods.
+
+When the bread and meat were all gone, and the boys were once more
+alone, Tom wrote the notice which Joe Morgan found pinned to the door of
+the cabin, and then he and Bob set out for Uncle Hallet’s.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+
+Although Silas Morgan had received the most convincing proof that he had
+nothing more to fear from the “hant” which had so long occupied all his
+waking thoughts and disturbed his dreams at night, he would not have
+taken one step toward Mr. Warren’s house before morning, had he not been
+urged on by the hope that the sheriff would be ready to pay over his
+money as soon as the robber was given up to him. The desire to handle
+the reward to which he was entitled was stronger than his fear of the
+dark.
+
+“And what shall I do with them twenty-five hundred after I get ’em,
+Joey?” said he. “That’s what’s a-bothering of me now.”
+
+And it was the very thing that was bothering Joe, also. His father had
+always been in the habit of spending his money as fast as he got it, and
+the boy fully expected to see this large sum slip through his fingers
+without doing the least good to him or anybody else.
+
+“I’ll tell you what I _wouldn’t_ do with it,” said Joe, after a little
+hesitation. “I wouldn’t give Hobson any of it.”
+
+“You’re right I won’t!” exclaimed Silas. “He’s got more’n his share
+already. What be you going to do with yours, when you get it?”
+
+“I think now that I shall put it in the bank at Hammondsport,” answered
+Joe. “It will be safe there, and if I am careful of it, it will last me
+until I get through going to school. You don’t want to go to school, but
+you might go into business and increase your capital.”
+
+“That’s it--that’s it, Joey!” exclaimed Silas, who grew enthusiastic at
+once. “I never thought of that. But what sort of business? It must be
+something easy, ’cause I’ve worked hard enough already.”
+
+“Mr. Warren says that there is no easy way of making a living,” began
+Joe; but his father interrupted him with an exclamation of impatience.
+
+“What does old man Warren know about it?” he demanded. “He never had to
+do a hand’s turn in his life.”
+
+“But he don’t know what it is to be idle, and he is busy at something
+every day,” said Joe. “I’ll tell you what I have often thought I would
+do if I had a little money, and I may do it yet, if you don’t decide to
+go into it. The new road that is coming through here is bound to bring a
+good many people to the Beach, sooner or later. As the trout are nearly
+all gone, the guests will have to devote their attention to the bass in
+the lake, and consequently there will be a big demand for boats.”
+
+“So there will!” exclaimed Silas, who saw at once what Joe was trying to
+get at. “That’s the business I’ve been looking for, Joey, and it’s an
+easy one, too. Of course, I can let all my boats at so much an hour, and
+I won’t have nothing to do but sit on the beach and take in my money.”
+
+“And what’ll I be doing?” inquired Dan, who had not spoken before.
+
+“You!” cried Silas, who seemed to have forgotten that Dan was one of the
+party. “You will keep on chopping cord wood, to pay you for the mean
+trick you played on me this morning. You see what you made by it, don’t
+you? I reckon you wish you’d stayed by me now, don’t you? How much will
+them boats cost me, Joey?”
+
+“I should think that ten or a dozen skiffs would be enough to begin
+with,” answered Joe, “and they will cost you between three and four
+hundred dollars; but you would have enough left to rent a piece of
+ground of Mr. Warren and put up a snug little house on it.”
+
+“Then I’ll be a gentleman like the rest of ’em, won’t I?” exclaimed
+Silas, gleefully.
+
+“No, you won’t,” said Dan, to himself. “That bridge ain’t been built
+yet, and I don’t reckon Hobson means to have it there. He is going to
+bust it up some way or ’nother, and I’m just the man to help him, if
+he’ll pay me for it. Everybody is getting rich ’cepting me, and I ain’t
+going to be treated this way no longer!”
+
+Silas was so completely carried away by Joe’s plan for making money
+without work that he could think of nothing else. He forgot how
+determined and vindictive Dan was, and how easy it would be for him to
+place a multitude of obstacles in his way, but Joe didn’t.
+
+The latter knew well enough that Dan intended to make trouble if he were
+left out in the cold, but what could be done for so lazy and unreliable
+a fellow as he was? That was the question.
+
+While Joe was turning it over in his mind, he led the way through Mr.
+Warren’s gate and up to the porch, where he found his employer sitting
+in company with the sheriff and both Uncle Hallet’s game-wardens. The
+deputy was in an upper room, keeping guard over the other prisoner.
+
+Of course, Tom and Bob, who were greatly surprised as well as delighted
+to see Joe and his party, wanted to know just how the capture of robber
+number two had been brought about, and while Joe was telling the story,
+the sheriff marched the captive into the house and turned him over to
+his deputy.
+
+Then he came back and sat down; but he did not put his hand into his
+pocket and pull out the reward, as Silas hoped he would.
+
+“This has been a good day’s work all around,” said Tom, who was in high
+spirits. “The next time there is any detective work to be done in this
+county, Bob and I will volunteer to do it. We can catch more criminals
+by sitting still and writing letters, than the officers can by bringing
+all their skill into play.”
+
+The sheriff laughed, and said that was the way the thing looked from
+where he sat.
+
+“The fun is all over now,” continued Tom, “and to-morrow we will go to
+work in earnest. You will be on hand, of course?”
+
+Joe replied that he would.
+
+“By-the-way,” chimed in Bob, “did this robber of yours have a gun of any
+description in his hands when he was captured?”
+
+“No.”
+
+“Then, Joe, you and I are just that much out of pocket. The guns are
+gone up.”
+
+“What has become of them?”
+
+“They are out in the hills somewhere,” answered Bob. “When the robbers
+made up their minds that they had better let me go, one of them had my
+gun and the other had yours; but the robber Brierly captured says that
+the weapon impeded his flight, and so he threw it away. Whereabouts he
+was in the hills when he got rid of it, he can’t tell. No doubt your gun
+was thrown away also, and the chances are not one in a thousand that we
+shall ever find them again.”
+
+While this conversation was going on, Silas Morgan, who stood at the
+foot of the steps that led to the porch, kept pulling Joe by the
+coat-sleeve, and whispering to him:
+
+“Never mind the guns. Tell the sheriff that I’m powerful anxious to see
+the color of them twenty-five hundred.”
+
+Joe paid no sort of attention to him, and finally Silas became so very
+much in earnest in his endeavors to attract the boy’s notice, that the
+officer saw it; and when there was a little pause in the conversation,
+he said, carelessly:
+
+“Oh, about the reward, Silas--”
+
+“That’s the idee,” replied the ferry-man, who thought sure that he was
+going to get it now. “That’s what I’m here for. You have got the
+bugglars in your own hands now, and I don’t reckon you would mind
+passing it over, would you?”
+
+“I?” exclaimed the sheriff. “I haven’t got it. I have never had a cent
+of it in my possession.”
+
+“Then who’s going to give it to me?” demanded Silas, who wondered if the
+officer was going to cheat him out of his money.
+
+“Well, you see, Silas,” said the sheriff, “the reward is conditioned
+upon the arrest and conviction of the burglars. They have been arrested,
+and their conviction is only a matter of time; but you can’t get your
+money until they are sentenced.”
+
+“And how long will that be?”
+
+“The court will sit again in about six weeks. As some of the money was
+offered by the county, and the rest by the men who lost the jewelry and
+things that were found in that valise, you will get your reward from
+different parties, unless they hand it over to me to be paid to you in a
+lump.”
+
+“That’s the way I want it,” said Silas, who was very much disappointed.
+“I’m going into business.”
+
+“What sort of business?” inquired Mr. Warren.
+
+“I am going to keep a boat-house down to the Beach.”
+
+“Well now, Silas, that’s the most sensible thing I have heard from you
+in a long time,” said Mr. Warren. “I’ll rent you a piece of ground big
+enough for a garden, and you can set yourself up in business in good
+shape, build a nice house, and have money left in the bank. If you
+manage the thing rightly, you and Dan ought to make a good living
+of it.”
+
+“Who said anything about Dan?” exclaimed Silas.
+
+“I did. Of course you can’t ignore him because you are wealthy. He wants
+a chance to earn an honest living, and he needs it, too. He’s a strong
+boy, a first-rate hand with a boat, knows all the best fishing-grounds
+on the lake, and would be just the fellow to send out with a party who
+wanted a guide and boatman. You can easily afford to pay him a dollar a
+day for such work as that.”
+
+“Well, I won’t do it,” said Silas, promptly. “He’s a lazy,
+good-for-nothing scamp, Dan is, and I won’t take him into business along
+of me.”
+
+“But you will hire him, and give him a chance to quit breaking the game
+law and make an honest living,” said the sheriff. “By-the-way, Silas,
+I guess you had better bring up those setters, and save me the trouble
+of going after them.”
+
+“What setters?” exclaimed Silas, who acted as if he were on the point of
+taking to his heels. “I ain’t got none. I took ’em down to the hotel and
+give ’em up.”
+
+“I am glad to hear it, because it will save me some trouble,” replied
+the officer. “I have had my eyes on those dogs ever since you got hold
+of them, and I should have been after them long ago if I had known where
+to find the owner. Don’t do that again, Silas. Honesty is the best
+policy, every day in the week.”
+
+“If you will leave your business in my hands, I will attend to it for
+you, and you will not have to go to Hammondsport at all,” continued Mr.
+Warren.
+
+And Joe was glad to hear him say it, because it showed him that the
+gentleman did not intend that his father should squander all his money,
+if he could help it.
+
+“It is too late in the season for you to do anything with your boats
+this year, but I will give you and Dan a steady job at chopping wood,
+and if you take care of the money you earn, instead of spending it at
+Hobson’s bar, you can live well during the winter. If the reward is not
+paid over to you by the time spring opens, I will advance you enough to
+start you in business and build your house. Then I think you had better
+give Dan a chance.”
+
+“So do I,” whispered Tom, to his friend Bob. “Dan has lived by his wits
+long enough, and if Silas doesn’t begin to take some interest in him,
+the sheriff will have a word or two to say about those setters. I can
+see plainly enough that he intends to hold that affair over Silas as a
+whip to make him behave himself.”
+
+“Do you think Silas will ever have the reward paid him in a lump?” asked
+Bob.
+
+“No, I don’t, because he doesn’t know enough to take care of so much
+money. Joe can get his any time he wants it, for Mr. Warren knows that
+he will make every cent of it count.”
+
+Then, aloud, Tom said:
+
+“Well, Bob, seeing that we’ve got to get up in the morning, we had
+better be going home. Come over bright and early, Joe, and we will take
+your things back to your cabin.”
+
+“And I will send up another supply of provisions,” said Mr. Warren.
+
+Joe thanked his employer, bade him good-night, and led the way out of
+the yard.
+
+For a time he and his party walked along in silence, and then Silas, who
+began to have a vague idea that he had been imposed upon in some way,
+broke out, fiercely:
+
+“What did old man Warren mean by saying that if I didn’t get all my
+money by the time spring comes, he would advance enough to set me up in
+business?” Silas almost shouted. “Looks to me like he’d ’p’inted himself
+my guardeen, and that he means to keep a tight grip on them twenty-five
+hundred, so’t I can’t spend it to suit myself. That’s what I think he
+means to do, dog-gone the luck!”
+
+Joe thought so, too, and he was glad of it. If that was Mr. Warren’s
+intention, Joe’s mother would be likely to reap some benefit from the
+reward; otherwise, she would not.
+
+  [TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+EIGHT GOOD RIDDLES.
+
+
+Feet have they, but they walk not--stoves.
+
+Eyes have they, but they see not--potatoes.
+
+Teeth have they, but they chew not--saws.
+
+Noses have they, but they smell not--teapots.
+
+Mouths have they, but they taste not--rivers.
+
+Hands have they, but they handle not--Clocks.
+
+Ears have they, but they hear not--cornstalks.
+
+Tongues have they, but they talk not--wagons.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+_Teacher_--“I am sorry, William, to have to whip a big boy like you.
+It grieves me terribly.”
+
+_William_--“It don’t grieve you half as much as it does me.”]
+
+
+
+
+CREAM OF THE COMICS.
+
+  “Brisk as a bee.”
+  --_Boswell’s Life of Johnson_.
+
+
+  --In the drama of life the clerk plays a counter-part.
+
+  --Why is a whisper forbidden in polite society? Because it isn’t
+aloud.
+
+[Illustration: AN ILLUSTRATED TALE.]
+
+  --A tinsmith in the country has a sign which reads:
+  “Quart measures of all shapes and sizes sold here.”
+
+  --Customer: “Is your bread nice and light?”
+  Baker’s boy: “Yessum; it only weighs nine ounces to the pound!”
+
+  --“Home, Sweet Home”--a bee-hive.
+
+  --The egotist lives on an I-land.
+
+  --The Bank of England--a fog-bank.
+
+  --“April showers bring forth May flowers.”
+  Said Flora to her brother Bob: “Robert, dear, what do April showers
+    bring forth?”
+  Said Bob: “Umbrellas, of course!”
+
+  --“Don’t you find the people around here very sociable?” asked
+    Cobwigger of a new neighbor.
+  “Yes, indeed, I do,” was the hearty response. “Only a moment ago I met
+    a beggar, and he held out his hand to me.”
+
+  --“Pa,” said little Jimmie, “I was very near going to the head of my
+    class to-day.”
+  “How is that, my son?”
+  “Why, a big word came all the way down to me, and if I could only have
+    spelled it, I should have gone clear up.”
+
+  --Mamma (coaxingly): “Come, Bobby, take your medicine now, and then
+    jump into bed!”
+  Bobby: “I do not want to take my medicine, mamma.”
+  Father (who knows how to govern children) “Robert, if you don’t take
+    your medicine at once, you will be put to bed without taking it at
+    all.”
+
+  --A little girl in Charles Street, Boston, has an old-fashioned doll
+    which has the following words worked in red silk letters on its
+    sawdust-stuffed body:
+
+    “Steal not this doll for fear of shame,
+    For here you see the owner’s name.
+
+      “PRISCILLA ALDEN.”
+
+  --A little grammar found in an old garret in Portsmouth, N.H., has an
+    illustration representing the difference between the active, passive
+    and neuter verbs. It is a picture of a father whipping his boy. The
+    father is active, the boy is passive, and the mother, sitting by
+    herself on a stool, looking on, but doing nothing, is neuter.
+
+  --“Here, Johnnie, what do you mean by taking Willie’s cake away from
+    him? Didn’t you have a piece for yourself?”
+  “Yes; but you told me I always ought to take my little brother’s
+    part.”
+
+  --Young physician (who has just lost a patient, to old physician):
+    “Would you advise an autopsy, doctor?”
+  Old physician: “No; I would advise an inquest.”
+
+  --“Pause!” cries the sire unto the lad,
+    “Let judgment teach you sense.”
+  “I will,” he answers, “when I’ve had
+    Enough experience.”
+
+  --Doctor: “Now, my little man, you take this medicine and I will give
+    you five cents.”
+  Young America: “You take it yourself, and I will go you five cents
+    better.”
+
+  --Mistaking the door, young Mr. Cipher walked into the dentist’s
+    office instead of the doctor’s.
+  “Doctor,” he groaned, “I’m in bad shape. My head aches all the time,
+    and I can’t do anything with it.”
+  “Yes, yes,” said Doctor Toothaker, cheerfully. “I see; big cavity in
+    it; must be hollow; you’ll need to have it filled.”
+  And, seeing his mistake, young Mr. Cipher apologized and went out,
+    and told it all around as a capital joke on the dentist.
+
+
+[Illustration: JOHNNIE’S FIRST FISHING EXCURSION OF THE SEASON.
+
+  What he caught at the pond.
+
+  What he caught when he got home!]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LETTER BOX.
+
+
+DECLINED.--A Sad Catastrophe--A Stage-Driver’s Story--My Dog Carlo--The
+Children’s Celebration--Flossie’s Letter--The Scotch Yacht
+Thistle--Brave Dog Nero and his Friends--Our First Boat Ride--Little
+Sam, a Tale of Long Ago--Penny.
+
+Q. K.--The first fire insurance office in the United States was
+established at Boston in 1724; the first life insurance at Philadelphia
+in 1812.
+
+J. E. M. AND R. B. G.--Every requisite for admission to the West Point
+Military Academy was fully detailed in No. 12 of the last volume, which
+will be mailed to any address upon the receipt of 6 cents.
+
+OLD READER.--1. The oldest daily newspaper in this country is the North
+American and United States Gazette, founded in 1771, and still published
+in Philadelphia. 2. There may be some curiosity dealer in your city who
+would be willing to purchase the ancient paper in your possession.
+
+YUM YUM.--Boulak is the port of Cairo, Egypt, being situated on the
+right bank of the Nile, one mile northwest of that city, of which it
+forms a suburb. A noble museum of antiquities is situated at Boulak,
+and the latest additions to its treasures are the mummies described in
+No. 22.
+
+F. E. N.--Level is a term applied to surfaces that are parallel to that
+of still water, or perpendicular to the direction of the plumb-line; and
+when it is desired to ascertain the altitude of any specified locality,
+the level of the ocean’s surface is always taken as the standard from
+which such reckoning is made.
+
+ALEX.--The easiest and most skillful methods of killing setting and
+preserving insects were set forth in Nos. 18, 27, 47, 48, 49 and 50 of
+Vol. III. The process of making the “killing bottle” is too lengthy to
+be reproduced here, but is given in full in the first-mentioned issue,
+under the heading “Herme’s Museum.”
+
+W. B. W.--By closely studying the construction and solution of the
+puzzles printed from week to week in this paper, any boy of average
+intelligence will have no difficulty in mastering them in a
+comparatively short time. A very interesting article on this subject was
+presented under the title of “An Instructive Pastime,” in No. 22 of Vol.
+VII.
+
+CLARENCE B.--There is only one source of alcohol--the fermentation of
+sugar or other saccharine matter. Sugar is the produce of the vegetable
+world. Some plants contain free sugar, and still more contain starch,
+which can be converted into sugar. The best vegetable substances,
+therefore, for yielding alcohol are those that contain the greatest
+abundance of sugar or of starch.
+
+A SUBSCRIBER, H. C. J. AND S. O. K.--Boys aged from fourteen to eighteen
+years are eligible to appointment to the United States Naval Academy at
+Annapolis, Md. The limit of age for those enlisting on the government
+training ships is from fifteen to eighteen years. Both of these branches
+of the service are open to any American youths capable of passing the
+physical and mental examinations required of all applicants.
+
+H. S. W.--The Bible informs us that Tubal-Cain, the son of Lamech and
+Zillah, was the “instructor of every artificer in brass and iron,” and
+on that account he is considered the first blacksmith of which there is
+any record. Respecting the tools used by him there is no mention made by
+historians. Jabal, another son of Lamech, “was the father of such as
+dwell in tents and of such as have cattle,” and his brother Jubal “of
+all such as handle the harp and organ.”
+
+FRANKLIN SCHOOL.--We prefer to refrain from publishing medical recipes,
+such as pimple removers and the like, always advising a consultation
+with a first-class physician, who will prescribe some blood-purifying
+compound for the relief or cure of the trouble. In our younger days,
+a mixture of molasses, cream tartar and sulphur was considered a
+sovereign remedy for skin eruptions, and a weak solution of alcohol or
+ammonia a most excellent annihilator of “blackheads.”
+
+HARKINGOPITCHER.--1. The originator of puzzles is not known, nor is it
+at all probable that the mystery surrounding their inception will ever
+be cleared away. The fabled founder is the Sphinx of Egypt, who,
+the mythologists inform us, propounded the first enigma. 2. It is an
+invariable custom to notify our readers of the appearance of new serial
+stories, and therefore you will receive due notice of those written by
+your favorites, when we conclude to publish them.
+
+THEO. H.--The action of machines used for making ice consists in
+evaporating ether, or any similar volatile liquid, in a vacuum, and
+again condensing the vapor to liquid, so as to be used afresh. Fifty-two
+degrees of cold is thus easily obtained, and the machines used for the
+purpose can produce several tons of ice each day in the hottest
+countries. Much artificial ice is now made by compressing atmospheric
+air, and by this method a freezing temperature is obtained on vessels
+employed in carrying fresh meats from distant countries.
+
+INK BOTTLE.--1. Mineralogists apply the term “pyrites” to a large group
+or family of minerals, compounds of metals with sulphur, or with
+arsenic, or with both. The name was originally given to the sulphuret of
+iron, known as iron pyrites, in consequence of its striking fire with
+steel (from the Greek _pyr_, fire), and it was used for kindling powder
+in the pans of muskets before gun-flints were introduced. Iron pyrites
+is commonly of a bright brass-yellow color, and is found crystallized in
+cubes, dodecahedrons and many other forms. It is a very widely diffused
+and plentiful mineral, and seems to belong almost equally to all
+geological formations. 2. Eagle cents issued in 1858 are of no value to
+collectors, because they lack rarity. 3. Your exchange is too trivial.
+
+J. B. D., of Chicago, kindly informs us that he has been able to get a
+slight shock from a telegraph battery in the following manner: “On every
+learner’s instrument there are two binding-posts, and to one of them is
+joined a wire from the battery; a small file is fastened to the other;
+the key is closed, and then the other wire of the battery is taken in
+your wet fingers, and, with the other hand, also wet, upon the file,
+the wire is run along the surface of the file, and a shock results.”
+
+WALTER R.--What is known as the registry system is intended to secure to
+valuable mail-matter in its transition through the mails the utmost
+security within the province of the Post Office Department. The fee on
+any registered matter, domestic or foreign, is fixed at ten cents on
+each parcel or letter, to be affixed in stamps, in addition to the
+postage. The money-order system is intended to promote public
+convenience, and to secure safety in the transfer through the mails of
+small sums of money. The rates may be ascertained by inquiring at a
+local office.
+
+AN ADMIRER OF G. D.--1. Two French scientists, Captain Renard and
+M. Tissaudier, have invented a balloon whose motive power is
+electricity. The dynamo machine used by them is an intensely
+concentrated bichromate battery of one and a half horse-power. It is
+very light, weighing but 121¼ pounds. Several successful experimental
+trips have been made in this machine, and the inventors claim that by
+using all the battery power, they were enabled to navigate against the
+wind. They may be over-sanguine, but expect, after making some
+improvements in the balloon, to attain a speed of from fifteen to twenty
+miles an hour. 2. Constant base-ball practice will harden the hands.
+No artificial preparation is used by professionals.
+
+PARXIE.--John Howard, an Englishman, made on May 8, 1854, the greatest
+running long-jump, with weights, 29 feet 7 inches; without weights, the
+highest record is 23 feet 3 inches, made by M. W. Ford, August 14, 1886.
+Standing long-jump with weights, 14 feet 5½ inches, G. W. Hamilton,
+October 3, 1879; without weights, 10 feet 10½ inches, M. H. Johnson,
+September 4, 1884. Running hop-step-and-jump. 48 feet 8 inches,
+T. Burrows, October 18, 1884; standing hop-step-and-jump, with weights,
+40 feet 2 inches, D. Anderson, July 24, 1865; without weights, 31 feet
+10 inches, Gavin Tait, 1862. These are world’s records. The best
+one-mile amateur bicycle record--2.35 2-5--was made by W. A. Rowe,
+October 23, 1885. He has beaten this record--2.29 4-5--since he became a
+professional.
+
+H. C. H.--In early days the coining of copper money for New Jersey was
+given by law to Walker Mould, Thomas Goodsby and Albion Cox. There were
+two mints, one at Elizabethtown and the other at Morristown. These coins
+display on their obverse a horse’s head, usually facing right, with a
+plow below it, and the legend is “Nova Cæsarea.” The date is placed in
+several positions. On the reverse is a shield, with the motto
+“E Pluribus Unum” around the border. In ordinary condition, these
+coppers are worth from ten to fifty cents. The rarest varieties are
+those having the date under the beam, which are worth $100 each: with
+the General Washington bust, $150 each; and with “Immunis Columbia,
+1786” for obverse, $50. Doubtless the one in your possession is a common
+variety.
+
+GRAPE CITY.--1. The modern express traffic was originated by William F.
+Harnden, on March 4, 1839. At first he carried the packages himself from
+place to place in a satchel; but his patrons grew in number until he had
+to establish an office in each city, with a daily messenger each day.
+Previous to this, all such packages had been sent by friends, or by
+special messengers. 2. The precise time of the invention of the
+telescope, as well as the name of its inventor, is unknown. Prior to the
+end of the thirteenth century, glass lenses were in use for the purpose
+of assisting the eye in obtaining distinctness of vision. Galileo is
+generally credited with being the first who constructed a telescope by
+which he was enabled to make many of the great discoveries upon which
+the science of astronomy stands for its foundation. 3. By good business
+methods you can doubtless build up a trade such as that stated.
+4. Inquire at a book store.
+
+KICKAPOO.--1. At the beginning of the eleventh century it is said that
+the Northmen attempted to plant a settlement in the locality known as
+Rhode Island. In 1614, Block, the Dutch navigator, explored it, and the
+Dutch traders afterward, seeing the marshy estuaries red with
+cranberries, called it Roode Eylandt, “red island,” afterward corrupted
+into the name it now bears. Roger Williams, a Welsh-Puritan minister,
+pastor of a church at Salem, was banished from the colony of
+Massachusetts, fled to the head of Narraganset Bay, and there, with a
+few followers, planted the seed of the commonwealth of Rhode Island in
+1636. The place selected by him for settlement he called Providence.
+2. The first wife of Julius Cæsar was named Cornelia; the second was
+Pompeia, a relative of the noted Pompey; and the third was Calpurnia.
+3. Napoleon Bonaparte was born at Ajaccio, Corsica, August 15, 1769,
+and died May 5, 1821, at St. Helena, to which island he had been exiled
+after the battle of Waterloo.
+
+NEMO.--The recipe for making a copying-pad and the ink used thereon was
+given in No. 2, vol. V. --E. D. AND AUTHOR. We are fully supplied with
+literary material by experienced writers. --SOLOMON C. Acrobats do not
+use any artificial preparation to increase their suppleness. Constant
+practice is the secret of the agility displayed by them. --W. B. The
+construction of a photographic camera was detailed in No. 13, Vol. IV;
+while the making of blue prints formed the subject of an article in No.
+51, Vol. II. --NINTH AVENUE. Interesting articles on the subject of
+electricity have been presented in Nos. 3 and 4, Vol. VI, and 16, Vol.
+VII. --SUBSCRIBER. An ingenious, painstaking boy can construct a very
+neat æolian harp by following out the directions given in No. 16 of the
+fifth volume. --COPPERHEAD. 1. The drawing of the binder shows
+considerable ingenuity, and is doubtless novel and useful enough to
+warrant patenting. 2. One of the simplest and best forms of the canvas
+canoe was illustrated and described in No. 37, Vol. VI. In this and the
+previous number another kind is represented. --W. C. H. Any study can be
+mastered if the student is persevering and ordinarily intelligent.
+--D. P. H. 1. None of the curiosities in your possession are of any
+special value. 2. The gold coin will pass at its face value. 3. Nos. 2
+and 18, Vol. II, are out of print. Three dollars per year is the regular
+subscription price of GOLDEN DAYS. 4. The magazine is out of print.
+--BUCKSKIN BOB. This paper has always been sold by us at a uniform rate
+of six cents per copy. --W. M. K. Tan the small skins according to the
+directions published in No. 7, Vol. IV. --S. C. Yes. --J. A. W. Place
+the matter in the hands of a lawyer. --W. G. W. The addition of a small
+quantity of japan dryer to printing ink will make it dry quickly.
+--CHESTNUTS. A boy of eleven should confine his reading to more useful
+literature than novels, leaving those to be perused at a maturer age.
+--COW BOY. There is such a series of juvenile books. Make inquiry at a
+book store. --GOLDEN CROSS. A first class bookseller can obtain for you
+the books of travels written by Stanley and Livingstone. --MIDDY
+(Washington). The length of a ship’s cable is about 720 feet. --B. O. S.
+No premium is offered for 1819 quarter-dollars, Hong-Kong coins or
+French centimes.
+
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+wiping and no dipping for ink, and it is carried in the pocket always
+ready for use on any kind of paper. The Penograph is totally unlike the
+McKennon, Livermore, T. Cross, and other Stylographic so-called pens,
+which have a rigid point incapable of making shaded lines. Hitherto a
+really desirable two-nibbed gold pen and fountain holder has been an
+expensive luxury in which comparatively few could indulge. The retail
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+excellence_ of all fountain pens, and we place it within easy reach of
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+
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+
+Publisher GOLDEN DAYS, Phila., Pa.
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+
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+
+*Ancient and Modern Technical Terms, Historical Accounts of all North
+American Indians, as well as Ancient Warlike Tribes. Also, Notices of
+Battles from the Earliest Period to the Present Time, with an Appendix
+containing the Articles of War.*
+
+  --by--
+
+  THOMAS WILHELM,
+
+  (_Captain Eighth Infantry._)
+
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+
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+and will send
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+ourselves responsible for the safe delivery, though we have sent several
+thousand Knives and Penographs without one in a thousand being lost.
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+
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+
+
+[->] The publisher will positively take no responsibility concerning
+exchanges effected by means of this department, neither will the
+reliability of exchangers be guaranteed. 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.
+
+[->] Exchange notices containing offers of or for _shot-guns_,
+_air-guns_, _pistols_, _rifles_, _poisons_, _dangerous chemicals_,
+_animals_, _odd numbers of papers_, _valueless coins and curiosities_,
+_birds’ eggs_, or “offers”, will _not_ be inserted.
+
+*Exchange Notices conforming with the above rates are inserted free of
+charge.*
+
+L. Boyd, N.E. cor. 18th and Hamilton Sts., Philadelphia, Pa., a set of
+boxing gloves and a book by Verne, for a miniature sailboat, 2 feet
+long.
+
+S. A. Chevalier, No. 366 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., 49 photo
+negatives of notable yachts, buildings, etc., for an electrical outfit,
+a cornet, or a banjo.
+
+J. Hirsch, Box 212, Corpus Christi, Texas, a collection of sea
+curiosities for stamps.
+
+E. T. Warner, 155 S. 5th St., Brooklyn, N.Y., Vols. VI, VII (complete)
+and VIII (to date) GOLDEN DAYS, and 20 books by Castlemon and Alger,
+for other books by Castlemon, Alger, Otis or Ellis.
+
+L. G. Banks, 92 Maple Ave., 31st Ward, Pittsburg, Pa., a magic lantern
+with lens, lamp and 12 views, and “Robinson Crusoe,” for a Model
+printing press.
+
+H. J. West, 1610 Hollins St., Baltimore, Md., a magic lantern with 13
+slides, in a leatherette box, for a pair of 3-pound Indian clubs and a
+pair of 3-pound dumb-bells.
+
+R. F. Baird, 205 Wylie Ave., Pittsburg, Pa., Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, for a
+Waterbury watch.
+
+E. D. Flugel, 134 E. 109th St., N.Y. city, a large bagatelle board with
+marbles, for a collection of not less than 300 foreign stamps only.
+(City offers only.)
+
+F. L. Shipley, Box 275, Creston, Ia., Vols. LVII and LVIII “Youth’s
+Companion” and Vol. VIII (up to date) GOLDEN DAYS, for a printing press
+and outfit.
+
+H. B. Cochran, 345 N. 12th St., Phila., Pa., a Waterbury watch, a font
+of newspaper type, and 2 books, for a book on mineralogy and natural
+history or specimens of minerals.
+
+E. Rudolphy, 389 S. Halsted St., Chicago, Ill. Vol. VII “Harper’s Young
+People,” for a photo tripod.
+
+H. A. Eastman, Box 1080, Keene, N.H., a printing press and 5 fonts of
+type, for a telegraph key and sounder.
+
+J. Tracy, Conneaut, Ohio, a maple-shell snare-drum with ebony sticks,
+for any vol. of GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fifth.
+
+M. Graham, Grove City, Pa., a magic lantern with 35 slides, a panorama,
+a 3x4 printing press with type, a telephone and a cabinet of tricks,
+for a telegraph instrument with batteries.
+
+L. Randall, 1825 Garrison Ave., St. Louis, Mo., a collection of over 300
+foreign and U.S. postage stamps and a collection of postmarks, for a
+Waterbury watch.
+
+W. P. Simpson, Box 773, Jacksonville, Fla., Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, a pair
+of roller skates and a set of books, for a silver watch or a press and
+outfit.
+
+C. W. Hurst, 1825 Fitzwater St., Phila., Pa., Vols. I, II and III GOLDEN
+DAYS, a xylophone, a magic lantern with 24 slides, and a stamp
+collection in an album, for the best offer of bicycle sundries.
+
+T. J. McMahon, 41 Thomas St., N.Y. city, Vols. III, IV and V GOLDEN
+DAYS, for best offer of a musical instrument.
+
+S. M. Johnson, Lock Box 172, Round Rock, Texas, a $25 brass B-flat
+cornet with A and B crooks, for a 5x7 self-inking printing press and
+material.
+
+J. Atwell, 10 W. Jefferson St., Syracuse, N.Y., a pair of nickel-plated
+extension roller skates and bag, for a banjo.
+
+G. Frick, 2908 Fairhill St., Phila., Pa., a 48-inch steel-spoked
+rubber-tired bicycle, a watch, Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, and “Tom Brown at
+Oxford,” for a Star bicycle.
+
+C. E. Mason, 656 Franklin St., Phila., Pa., an International album
+containing stamps and about 5,000 loose ones, a New Rogers scroll saw,
+and 2 pairs of nickel-plated ice and roller skates, for a 26-bracket
+nickel-rimmed banjo, or a guitar, or photo materials.
+
+G. Barker, 504 W. 129th St., N.Y. city, 7 books by Castlemon, Kingston
+and Dickens, for a violin and instruction book. (City offers preferred.)
+
+Z. A. Stegmuller, 56 E. 25th St., N.Y. city, a game, a small steam
+engine, a silver watch and a gold pen-holder, for a self-inking printing
+press with type, or a rowing machine. (City and Brooklyn offers only.)
+
+J. W. Edwards, 197 Hamilton Ave., Brooklyn, N.Y., a 16-foot
+flat-bottomed skiff with centreboard, sail, oars and oarlocks, for a 46
+or 48-inch rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+J. J. Morrow, 94 Pennsylvania Ave., Allegheny, Pa., a 3-lens microscope
+with a few mounted specimens, for Vols. V and VI GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+C. H. Montayre, 145 W. 11th St., N.Y. city, a self-inking printing press
+and full outfit, for a 6x6 canvas tent. (City offers preferred.)
+
+F. Blake, Lock Haven, Pa., a telegraph outfit, for a $10 watch, or a set
+of boxing gloves, or a pair of 12-pound dumb-bells.
+
+L. H. Reamy, 113 River St., Zanesville, Ohio, a polyopticon, for the
+best offer of GOLDEN DAYS prior to Vol. VI.
+
+C. V. Gibson. Box 1026, Natick, Mass., a 2½ x 4 printing press with
+cards, 200 postmarks. 1400 foreign and U.S. stamps, and a pair of
+skates, for a flute, a banjo, a violin and bow, or a cornet.
+
+C. Perry, Ithaca, N.Y., a $25 upright engine, for a scroll saw with
+lathe attachment.
+
+L. M. Geer, Box 663, Corry, Pa., Vols. II, III and IV “Harper’s Young
+People,” Vols. XLI, XLII and XLIII “Youth’s Companion,” a magic lantern
+with 12 slides, 6 books and 2 pairs of skates, for a rubber-tired
+steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+G. V. Bacon. 52 Dudley St., Boston, Mass., a Ruby magic lantern, a set
+of carving tools, and a set of drawing instruments, for a pair of
+fencing foils.
+
+G. Medina, Room 360, Prod. Ex. Bldg., N.Y. city, a complete $40 camping
+outfit, for a ½-nickeled bicycle with ball bearings.
+
+C. O. Henbest, Marshall, Ill., Vol. V or VI GOLDEN DAYS, or a printing
+press, for a collection of stamps.
+
+F. A. Magee, Maiden, Mass., Vol. IV GOLDEN DAYS, a canvas canoe,
+a printing press, 200 stamps, 200 postmarks, a pair of opera glasses,
+a magnifying glass and 200 good story papers, for a large press or a
+bicycle.
+
+E. C. Cary, Box 147, N.Y. city, a New Rogers scroll saw with drill, saws
+and patterns, a hand-inking 2¼ x 3¼ printing press, with type, ink,
+furniture, etc., for a violin and bow, with or without case.
+
+N. J. Waite, 401 Giddings Ave., Cleveland, Ohio, Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS,
+for any kind of electrical goods.
+
+J. Clay Collier, Fort Smith, Ark., Vol. V and part of Vol. VII GOLDEN
+DAYS, for books by Castlemon or Cooke.
+
+F. Vansant, 770 St. Peter St., Baltimore, Md., $15 worth of books, for
+an 8x8x8 wall tent.
+
+J. W. Robertson, 1180 Harvard St., Chicago, Ill., a collection of stamps
+and 4 books, for a pair of opera glasses or a printing press with type.
+
+C. A. Lutz, Cane Spring, Ky., Vols. II (a few numbers missing). III, IV,
+V, VI (all bound, without covers) and VII (unbound) “Harper’s Young
+People,” for volumes of GOLDEN DAYS or telegraphic apparatus.
+
+G. Moulton, Virginia, Ill., an ebony 13-keyed B-flat clarionet, for a
+watch.
+
+W. R. Clickner, Andover. Kans., a $25 5x8 printing press and outfit,
+for a rubber-tired bicycle.
+
+C. Peck, 71 35th St., Chicago, Ill., 8 books by Reid and others, and a
+pair of ice skates, for a Morse telegraph outfit.
+
+R. Buck, Sea Isle City, N.J., “Ragged Dick Series,” (6 volumes), for a
+telegraph key, sounder and outfit.
+
+F. Schafer, 307 S. 3d St., Brooklyn, E.D., N.Y., a pair of opera glasses
+with case, and a fife, for a mandolin, or a banjo with 24 brackets (N.Y.
+or Brooklyn offers preferred).
+
+F. Horton, Westfield, Pa., 2 volumes of “Youth’s Companion,” and a pair
+of roller skates, for a banjo.
+
+W. A. Sherwood, Lutherville, Md., a magic lantern with 12 slides and a
+font of job type, for rare foreign and U.S. stamps.
+
+W. A. Pickering, Box 797, Eureka Springs, Ark., a ¼-horse-power steam
+engine, for a nickel-plated B-flat cornet.
+
+E. H. Gilbert, Lock Box 21, Glens Falls, N.Y., 2 pairs of skates and
+“Don Quixote,” for a pair of opera glasses with case.
+
+L. A. Cox, Verden, Ill., Vols. V, VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+R. F. Greene, Box 232, Arkansas City, Kans., Vol. LVIII “Youth’s
+Companion” and 2 books, for any bound volume of GOLDEN DAYS except the
+sixth.
+
+H. J. Hendrickson, 214 W. Market St., York, Pa., 950 foreign stamps and
+700 foreign and domestic postmarks, for a collection of minerals.
+
+C. V. B. Gettz, Moore’s, Pa., a $35 gas engine (⅓-horse-power), for
+a bicycle (American Challenge preferred).
+
+H. H. Sellers, 73 Exchange St., Bangor, Me., a 10-keyed ocarina,
+a 6-keyed clarionet, 6 books and a stylographic pen, for a cornet.
+
+C. W. Valentine, Millville, N.J., a volume of “Youth’s Companion,” “Tom
+Brown’s School-days” and a bagatelle board, for carpenters’ tools.
+
+A. Spring, Jr., White Plains, N.Y., a magic lantern with 23 slides,
+for Vol. I or II GOLDEN DAYS (bound).
+
+J. G. Ross, Mariner’s Harbor, Staten Island, N.Y., a 12-foot
+round-bottomed row-boat with centreboard and oars, for a photographic
+outfit, a bicycle or a press.
+
+J. C. Hubbard, 22 E. Main St., Battle Creek, Mich., a hand-inking press
+and a collection of curiosities, for type and material, or volumes of
+GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fourth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+C. A. Wise, Gobleville, Mich., a pair of nickel-plated roller skates and
+a guitar, for the best offer of foreign and U.S. stamps.
+
+H. A. Hammond. Box 276, Peabody, Mass., Vols. V and VI, or VI and VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a fountain or stylographic pen.
+
+R. A. Weston, W. Mt. Vernon, Me., 300 numbers of “Youth’s Companion,”
+Vols. II, III and IV “Harper’s Young People,” Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS,
+3 books, 100 varieties of stamps, a pair of ice skates and a game, for
+a rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+C. H. Dunham, 1098 Washington St. (Suite 12), Boston, Mass., a pair of
+roller skates, a Holly scroll saw with saws and patterns, and Vol. VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).
+
+R. H. Stickney, Valparaiso, Ind., a stereoscope with 16 views, a magic
+lantern with views and photographic attachment, a dark lantern and a
+book by Kingston, for a 7x9 wall tent.
+
+B. M. Wilson, 1824 Ridge Ave., Phila., Pa., an International album with
+100 stamps, and Vol. V GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+E. S. Harvey, Ridge, Ohio, a hand-inking press with roller, furniture
+and a font of type, and a book, for an International stamp album or
+stamps.
+
+J. Meighan, Jr., 386 Garden St., Hoboken, N.J., a pair of skates, for a
+catcher’s mask.
+
+C. Bagley, 10 Olive St., Lynn, Mass., a pair of skates, Vols. IV, VI and
+VII GOLDEN DAYS and a lot of musical instruments, for a rubber-tired
+bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).
+
+E. F. Balinger, Mt. Union, Ohio, 2 vols. of GOLDEN DAYS, a pair of
+roller skates, a telegraph key and sounder, an Indian bow and arrows,
+and some books and magazines, for a cornet with crooks.
+
+S. L. Taylor, 333 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., a collection of 350
+foreign stamps in an album, 900 traders, a magic lantern with 20 or 30
+slides, and 5 books, for a B-flat cornet, a banjo, or a cork-handled
+tennis racquet.
+
+J. E. Ackerman, Jr., 7 Nassau St., N.Y. city, a nickel-plated bicycle
+saddle and bell, for a Duryea saddle (style, A or C).
+
+F. H. Meyers. 38 Bleecker St., N.Y. city, Vols. IV, V, VI and VII GOLDEN
+DAYS, Vol. LIV “Youth’s Companion,” a vol. of “St. Nicholas,” 5 books;
+a magic lantern with slides, and 2 games, for a rubber-tired
+steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+C. F. Souder. Box 199, Toledo, Ohio, a violin and bow, and Vol. VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+C. W. Howell, 646 Kentucky St., Lawrence, Kans., an accordion,
+a Waterbury watch, and a puzzle, for a complete telegraph outfit.
+
+W. T. Cook, Royersford, Pa., 5 books by popular authors for any bound
+vol. of GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fifth.
+
+W. H. Field, 234 Ferry St., Easton, Pa., a Holly scroll saw and a set of
+tenpins for a wall or other tent large enough for four persons.
+
+P. J. McConomy, 38 N. Prince St., Lancaster, Pa., Vols. I and II (a few
+numbers missing) and V and VI (complete) GOLDEN DAYS, for a piccolo with
+at least 4 keys.
+
+O. C. Cornwell, Girard, Kans., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, 8 books,
+a pair of skates, 5 games, a set of drawing Instruments, and 500 foreign
+and U.S. stamps, for a self-inking printing press, or a silver watch.
+
+W. Bell, Box 154, Norfolk, Va., Vols. I, II, III, IV and V GOLDEN DAYS,
+for a Holly steam engine or a collection of 1500 to 2000 stamps.
+
+G. E. Montgomery, Westernport, Md., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS and
+“Ames’ Mastery of the Pen,” for standard works on physiology and hygiene
+or a field glass.
+
+C. C. Moore, 76 3d Place, Brooklyn, N.Y., a magic lantern with 16
+slides, and a printing press with 2 fonts of type, for an instantaneous
+camera and outfit.
+
+W. Willson, 561 Lorimer St., Greenpoint, Brooklyn. N.Y., a magic lantern
+with 12 slides for a pair of 9 or 9½ nickel-plated roller skates.
+
+D. A. Trapp, 113 E. Maxwell St., Lexington, Ky., a collection of over
+1200 stamps in an international album for a No. 2 or 3 Baltimorean press
+and outfit.
+
+H. Edwards, 147 E. 114th St., N.Y. city, a magic lantern with 12 slides,
+and a hand-inking printing press, without type, for a set of boxing
+gloves.
+
+F. Rowell, Stamford, Conn., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, and some
+books, games and stamps, for Indian grammars, or histories of North
+American Indians, or Indian relics.
+
+J. E. Caldwell, Sego, Kans., a $3 piccolo, a set of boxwood chessmen,
+and a box of water-color paints, for the best offer of GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+W. McIntosh, East Smethport, Pa., a 10x14 hand-inking press, with 20
+fonts of type, 2 sticks, galley, leads, etc., for a 50 to 52-inch
+bicycle.
+
+J. H. Cunningham, Room 507 Hamilton Building, Pittsburg, Pa., a pair of
+ice skates and “Tom Brown’s School Days” for a learners’ book on
+shorthand.
+
+W. McVeagh. 831 W. 3d St., Williamsport, Pa., a New Rogers scroll saw
+for Vol. I or IV GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  A LIMITED NUMBER
+  OF
+  *Volumes IV, V and VI*
+  “GOLDEN DAYS,”
+  Bound in Cloth.
+
+Price, $4.00 each.
+
+  ADDRESS,
+  JAMES ELVERSON,
+  Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+*From the Daily News, Genesee, N.Y.*
+
+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
+GOLDEN DAYS, 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,
+GOLDEN DAYS, corner and Spruce Streets, Philadelphia, Penna.
+
+
+OUT OF THE MANY EARNEST AND EMPHATIC ENDORSEMENTS OF “GOLDEN DAYS,”
+WE PRINT THE FOLLOWING:
+
+
+*A GOOD OPINION FROM REV. G. E. STROBRIDGE,*
+
+_Pastor St. John’s M. E. Church, New York city._
+
+GOLDEN DAYS has been coming regularly to my house since its first
+number. It is always welcome. The children wait with impatience its
+weekly arrival, and even interrupt their meals to tear off its wrapper
+and scan its attractive pages. It is generously illustrated, and as to
+its reading matter, it is bright, breezy, instructive, and, best of all,
+pure. The most careful parent may dismiss anxiety while his happy child
+is absorbed in its columns.
+
+A feature that adds to the paper an especial value is a weekly
+discussion of the International Sunday-school Lesson. This is given in a
+pleasant narrative style by Rev. D. P. Kidder, D.D., for many years
+editor of the Sunday School Advocate, and editor and writer of books for
+children. His widely-known name is a sufficient assurance that these
+lessons thus conducted will continue to be learned, clear and
+interesting.
+
+
+*From the West Philadelphia Press.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--This weekly journal for young people has reached a
+circulation that embraces the entire country. Indeed, there is hardly to
+be found a village or hamlet in the newest of the States or in our far
+Western Territories in which GOLDEN DAYS is not a welcome visitor. The
+proprietor and editor, Mr. James Elverson, determined from the first to
+make it a journal that should please and at the same time instruct the
+young, and he has been completely successful. There is no weekly paper
+published in this or the Old World that so covers the field for the
+youthful mind as GOLDEN DAYS. There is nothing heavy about it--nothing
+prosy or difficult to comprehend in the matter it contains. Its stories
+are graphic, entertaining and by the best writers, while each number has
+articles especially prepared on subjects of practical interest to boys
+and girls by authors whose fame in the arena of natural history,
+science, biography and art is national. Add to all these excellencies
+and attractions the fact that no impure line or thought ever stains its
+pages, and it must be acknowledged that GOLDEN DAYS is pre-eminently
+fitted to become the intellectual and pleasant companion of the young in
+the American household.
+
+
+*From the Sunday Courier, York, Pa.*
+
+The remarkable success attained by GOLDEN DAYS, the boys’ and girls’
+periodical published by Mr. James Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most
+encouraging evidence that pure and healthful literature is not incapable
+of attracting the eager interest of “Young America.” Mr. Elverson seems,
+in fact, to have gauged the taste of the average child of our day with
+wonderful accuracy, as there appears to be but one opinion as to the
+universal popularity of this excellent periodical. So far as parents are
+concerned, its success should be a matter for general congratulation,
+as scrupulous care is evidently observed in excluding from its pages
+everything that could be considered as in any way tending to vitiate the
+minds of the young. On the other hand, its contents are far superior in
+vividness of interest for the little ones to those sensational
+publications which are the source of so much anxiety to all who have
+children to educate. GOLDEN DAYS, in fact, appears to have struck the
+golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere pleasure
+to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.
+
+
+*From the Advocate of Peace, Boston.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--“To merit is to insure success” is certainly verified in
+the publication of GOLDEN DAYS, 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. GOLDEN DAYS 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.
+
+
+*From the Congregationalist and Boston Recorder.*
+
+Among juvenile periodicals, we think GOLDEN DAYS likely to take high
+rank for variety, instructiveness, vivacity and freedom from
+objectionable characteristics. We have examined several numbers, and it
+seems to be well edited and likely to deserve and win popularity.
+
+
+*ANOTHER FROM REV. D. M’CARTNEY,*
+
+_Pastor Clinton Avenue M. E. Church, Kingston, N.Y._
+
+I have examined sample copies of GOLDEN DAYS, and most heartily indorse
+it as meeting a felt want. Notwithstanding the large number of papers we
+subscribe for now, it looks as if GOLDEN DAYS would have to be added to
+the number, as my children are enraptured with it.
+
+
+BISHOP BOWMAN,
+
+_Of the Methodist Episcopal Church, writes:_
+
+  ST. LOUIS, Nov. 26, 1880.
+
+I have examined with great interest several numbers of GOLDEN DAYS, and
+am much pleased with them. We greatly need all such publications for our
+young people, to save them from the corrupting trash that meets them on
+every side. I wish you great success in this worthy Christian
+enterprise.
+
+
+*FROM REV. O. C. DICKERSON,*
+
+_Pastor of Congregational Church, Belleplain, Iowa._
+
+ED. GOLDEN DAYS.--All hail! As a sterling friend of the young, your
+enterprise wakes loud echoes.
+
+
+*REV. RICHARD NEWTON, D.D.,*
+
+_Pastor of the P. E. Church of the Epiphany, Philadelphia, says:_
+
+From what I have seen of GOLDEN DAYS, it strikes me very favorably.
+There is a high tone of morality about it which is calculated to exert a
+very wholesome influence on the young people who read it.
+
+
+*From the Roman Citizen, Rome, N.Y.*
+
+A MODEL PAPER.--Two years ago, we informed the readers of the Citizen
+that a long-felt want was to be supplied--viz., a paper was to be
+printed which would give the young people (boys and girls) plenty of
+good reading without corrupting their morals or vitiating their
+tastes--in other words, would furnish them with stories which would
+gratify their love of adventure without inspiring in them a desire to
+imitate impossible heroes, and tempting them to desert their homes in
+search of adventures which never occur outside of blood-and-thunder
+papers and story books. The paper we allude to--GOLDEN DAYS--promised
+this, and we have carefully watched it for two years to see how its
+pledge would be redeemed. We are glad to be able to state it has
+exceeded our most sanguine expectations. While it has been constantly
+filled with stories and sketches of the most fascinating character,
+we have never seen a sentence in it which we could have wished to have
+omitted.
+
+
+*From the Episcopal Recorder.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--We commend this as the best of the class of publications
+to which it belongs, and as being essentially different from all that
+are contemporaneous with it. And if it shall prove to be like Moses’ rod
+when turned into a serpent, and swallow up the serpent-rods of all
+cunning magicians of evil, and then become a rod of power for working
+good in the home, in the school, and wherever youth are found, we shall
+rejoice.
+
+
+*From the Christian Register, Boston.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS is well worthy the examination of parents who wish to
+provide their children with a large amount of carefully-prepared
+miscellany, at once entertaining, instructive and clean. It is edited
+with ability, and shows a quick sympathy with the pleasures of the young
+people, and a clear outlook for their welfare.
+
+
+*From the Maryland School Journal.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS (Elverson, Philadelphia) has fulfilled its promise, and is
+in every respect a suitable weekly paper to put into the hands of young
+boys and girls. We have carefully watched each number since the start,
+and have seen in it nothing to censure and much to praise.
+
+
+*From the Floyd Co. Advocate, Charles City, Iowa.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS, published by James Elverson, of Philadelphia, is a new
+first-class paper for boys and girls. Provide them with good,
+entertaining reading, and they will grow up good men and women.
+
+
+*From Town Talk, Mansfield, Ohio.*
+
+James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome illustrated and
+interesting youth’s paper called GOLDEN DAYS. 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.
+
+
+*From The Home and Sunday-School, Dallas, Texas.*
+
+We can heartily recommend GOLDEN DAYS as one of the purest and most
+charming juvenile magazines we have seen. It is wholly free from
+corrupting influences--fresh, instructive, and eagerly welcomed by the
+boys and girls. Having seen nothing in it to censure and much to praise,
+we hope it may have the wide circulation it merits.
+
+
+*From the Christian Advocate, Pittsburg, Pa.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS comes to us in a magazine form, making a beautiful and
+interesting volume. This journal numbers among its contributors probably
+more popular writers of serial stories for youth than any juvenile
+publication in the country.
+
+
+*From the Presbyterian Banner, Pittsburg, Pa.*
+
+A great advance has been made within the last twelve months in a very
+important agency for good--the publication of cheap, and, at the same
+time, unexceptionable and attractive reading matter. For a long time the
+want has been seriously felt for something more than mere denunciation
+to overcome the growing evil of the demoralizing literature--cheap and
+vile--that has been scattered broadcast over the land. That want has
+been measurably supplied, in part, by the publication of standard
+English classics, at marvelously low prices, and in part by the issue of
+low-priced but superior periodicals, attractive in appearance and
+contents, and suitable for both young and old. We invite special
+attention to the latest enterprise in the latter department--GOLDEN
+DAYS, for boys and girls, James Elverson, publisher, Philadelphia. It is
+a handsome juvenile journal, of sixteen pages (over eight hundred a
+year), filled with stories, sketches, anecdotes, poetry, puzzles, and
+humorous items, making up a total that will delight and at the same time
+instruct the boys and girls from eight to eighty. The pictorial
+embellishments are unsually fine, and far in advance of the coarse
+deformities in the flashy sheets that are displayed on the news-stands
+to horrify every refined passer-by.
+
+
+*From the Baltimore Gazette.*
+
+The remarkable success attained by GOLDEN DAYS, the boys’ and girls’
+periodical, published by Mr. James Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most
+encouraging evidence that pure and healthful literature is not incapable
+of attracting the eager interest of “Young America.” Mr. Elverson,
+seems, in fact, to have gauged the taste of the average child of our day
+with wonderful accuracy, as there appears to be but one opinion as to
+the universal popularity of this excellent periodical. So far as parents
+are concerned, its success should be a matter for general
+congratulation, as scrupulous care is evidently observed in excluding
+from its pages everything that could be considered as in any way tending
+to vitiate the minds of the young. On the other hand, its contents are
+far superior in vividness of interest for the little ones to those
+sensational publications which are the source of so much anxiety to all
+who have children to educate. GOLDEN DAYS, in fact, appears to have
+struck the golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere
+pleasure to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.
+
+
+*From the Methodist, New York.*
+
+James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome, illustrated and
+interesting youth’s paper, called GOLDEN DAYS. 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.
+
+
+*From the Baptist Record, Jackson, Miss.*
+
+A specimen number of GOLDEN DAYS has fallen into our hands. This is a
+paper for boys and girls, and, from the cursory examination we have been
+enabled to give it, we think it deserving of support.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Illustrations:
+
+Readers who are unable to use the fully illustrated html version of
+this text may wish to view some individual images, located within the
+“images” directory of the html file. The major illustrations are:
+
+  Cover                         pic01.jpg
+  Linda’s Crazy Quilt           pic03_full.jpg
+  In Search of Himself          pic07.jpg
+  Mamie’s Letter to Heaven      pic10b.jpg
+  Striking out for Themselves   pic11.jpg
+  Jack-A-Dandy                  pic15.jpg
+
+
+Layout of Advertising Pages:
+
+inside front:
+
+  +---------------+---------------+-------------------------------+
+  |    Sapolio    |“Advertisements|   Malaria       Yellow Fever  |
+  |               | inserted...”  |                               |
+  |               +---------------+         Ayer’s Pills          |
+  +---------------+Practical Joke +---------------+---------------+
+  //              //              //              //              //
+  |               | Ready Binder  |               |               |
+  |               +---------------+               |               |
+  +---------------+               |    Stamps     |               |
+  |   Vol. VII    +---------------+---------------+               |
+  | “Golden Days” |      Pitcher’s Castoria       | Hammock Chair |
+  +---------------+-------------------------------+---------------+
+
+
+inside back:
+
+  +---------------+---------------+---------------+---------------+
+  |                     Wood’s Penograph          |               |
+  +---------------+                               |  (exchanges)  |
+  |   Military    |                               |               |
+  |               +---------------+---------------+               |
+  |  Dictionary   |      Our Premium Knife        |               |
+  |               |                               |               |
+  +---------------+---------------+---------------+  (exchanges)  |
+  //              //              //              //              //
+  |               |  (exchanges)  |  (exchanges)  +---------------+
+  |  (exchanges)  +-------------------------------+    Volumes    |
+  |               |      Pitcher’s Castoria       | IV, V and VI  |
+  +---------------+-------------------------------+---------------+
+
+
+back cover (three columns, all Testimonials)
+
+
+Errata (noted by transcriber)
+
+Missing or incorrect punctuation was silently corrected. Typographical
+errors in the advertising sections were left unchanged; those in the
+main text were corrected. Both are noted here.
+
+  Advertising, Front Section:
+    For es heavy Mustache, Whiskers, or hair
+      [_probably “forces”: letter invisible_]
+    Advertisements inserted ... agate measurement).
+      [_no opening parenthesis_]
+    *PAKET* of *FOREN STAMPS*  [_as printed_]
+
+  Linda’s Crazy Quilt
+    I declare for ’t!” she added  [close quote missing]
+
+  In Search of Himself
+    curved from the jaws like cimetars.  [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  In a Menagerie
+    I stopped as usual at Bessie’s cage  [_elsewhere “Bessy”_]
+
+  Stories of Dumb Creatures
+    the other boys will throw stones at him.’ [” for ’]
+
+  Jack Stanwood
+    the street vender of physic  [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  The Young Game-Warden
+    “It sorter hurts you to know  [I sorter]
+    You have got the bugglars in your own hands now
+      [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  Testimonials
+    The pictorial embellishments are unsually fine
+      [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Golden Days for Boys and Girls, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Golden Days for Boys and Girls
+       Volume VIII, No 25: May 21, 1887
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: James Elverson
+
+Release Date: November 17, 2008 [EBook #27287]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOLDEN DAYS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS ***
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+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+      Vol. VIII.--No 25.      May 21, 1887.
+
+                  GOLDEN DAYS
+
+              For Boys and Girls
+
+                           Philadelphia:
+                           JAMES ELVERSON,
+                           Publisher.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Transcriber's Note:
+
+Text incorporated into advertising illustrations is shown in
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+
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+
+[Illustration]
+
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+
+SAPOLIO
+
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+
+  No. 3. [Copyright, March 1887.]
+
+
+DYKE'S BEARD ELIXIR
+
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+
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+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+
+    NOW READY,
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+    --CONTAINING--
+
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+
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+
+  THE MOST ATTRACTIVE BOOK
+
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+
+[->] This volume will be sent to any address, prepaid, on the receipt of
+price--$4.00.
+
+  JAMES ELVERSON,
+  Publisher "GOLDEN DAYS," Philad'a
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+measurement).
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+  [Illustration:
+  (The
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+  GOLDEN DAYS
+  Price, 10 Cents.)]
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+in a few weeks,
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+
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+*50* Colored Transfer Pictures and Agt's Samples for '87. all for *10c.*
+S. STOKES & CO., Meriden, Conn.
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+              LINDA'S CRAZY QUILT.
+
+              By Fannie Williams.
+
+
+"Oh, dear!" sighed Linda Trafton, turning over the pages of a
+closely-written, school-girlish letter, which her brother Fred had
+tossed into her lap, on returning from the post office. "I�do wish I
+could get silk pieces enough to make a crazy quilt. Cousin Dell writes
+all about hers, and it must be very pretty."
+
+"Crazy quilt! That's about all I've heard for the last six months!
+I�should think you girls had all gone crazy yourselves!" ejaculated
+Fred.
+
+"Why, Fred!" was Linda's only answer to this outburst.
+
+She was a very sweet-tempered little maid, with soft, brown hair and
+soft, brown eyes, that matched in color as exactly as eyes and hair
+could match, and gave her a look of being--as indeed she was--too gentle
+to dispute, or even to argue, with anybody, least of all with Fred, who
+was fifteen, and three years her elder, and always took a tone of great
+superiority toward his little sister.
+
+Still, he was a pretty good sort of brother, as brothers go; and, in
+Linda's eyes, he was a prodigy of cleverness.
+
+So, whenever they happened to differ in opinion, and Fred expressed
+himself in this vehement style, she only looked at him in a deprecating
+way, and murmured:
+
+"Why, Fred!"
+
+"Well, I should like to know," continued Fred, "what could be more
+idiotic than the way you spend your time, you girls, fitting those
+ridiculous, catty-cornered pieces of silk together, and working them all
+over with bugs and cobwebs and caterpillars, and little boys in Mother
+Hubbard dresses! You may well call 'em _crazy_ quilts! I�don't believe
+there was ever anything crazier, unless it was the lunatic who first
+invented them!"
+
+"Why, Fred!" said Linda, again. "Now, I think they are too pretty for
+anything!"
+
+"Pretty!" snorted Fred. "They're made out of the last things that you'd
+suppose anybody would ever think of putting into a bed-quilt. I�can't
+get a chance to wear a neck-tie half out before somebody wants it. Kate
+Graham spoke for my last new one the next day after I bought it. And I
+hardly dare to put my hat down, where there's a girl around, for fear
+she'll capture my hat-band!"
+
+By this time, Linda was laughing outright.
+
+"Oh, you are so funny, Fred! But you only just ought to see Kate
+Graham's crazy quilt. I�_know_ you couldn't help calling it lovely. She
+has got pieces of ever so many wedding dresses in it; but I don't know
+who would give _me_ any. Aunt Mary never will get married, nor Cousin
+Susie, nor our Bridget, unless Pat hurries up with his courting--and
+there's nobody else. Besides, they are all making crazy quilts of their
+own. I�would start one with papa's old silk handkerchief and his
+Association badge, if I thought I could ever get pieces enough to finish
+it; but I don't see how I could."
+
+"Bess Hartley told me that she was going to send off somewhere and get a
+lot of pieces that are put up to sell. You get a whole package of
+assorted colors for a dollar," suggested Fred.
+
+"Oh, that would make it cost too much! Mamma would not let me do that,"
+said Linda, shaking her head. "She says it is well enough to use up odd
+bits of silk in that way, if one happens to have them; but she doesn't
+think it right to spend money in such a manner, instead of using it for
+better purposes--and I don't suppose it�is."
+
+"Well, I am sure I don't know what you are going to do," was Fred's
+consoling observation. "You'd be as crazy as the rest of the girls if
+you began to piece a quilt; and I don't know but you will go crazy if
+you can't."
+
+With which conclusion, Fred walked off whistling, and left Linda to read
+her Cousin Dell's letter over again, and wish that Patrick O'Brien would
+propose to Bridget, if he was ever going to, so that she could get
+married, and have a new silk dress for her wedding.
+
+However, Linda was not the girl to fret and worry after things which
+were unattainable.
+
+Fred would have his joke, but she was not going to make herself unhappy
+just because she had not the materials for making silk patchwork, as
+Dell and the rest of her girl friends were doing. There were plenty of
+other pleasures and amusements within her reach, and the one that she
+enjoyed most of all came in her way, as it happened, the very next
+morning.
+
+[Illustration:
+"OH, MRS. BURBANK! WHAT BEAUTIFUL PIECES!" CRIED LINDA.
+"WHERE DID THEY ALL COME FROM?"]
+
+Her father said to her, as he rose from the table after breakfast:
+
+"Linda, would you like a ride, my dear? I�am going to drive over to East
+Berlin, and I will take you along, if you would like to�go."
+
+"_If_ I would like it! Why, papa, you _know_ there isn't _anything_ that
+I like so much as a good, long ride with you!" cried Linda, dancing with
+delight, as she ran off to get ready for the drive.
+
+For it was indeed a "good long" ride to East Berlin--fifteen miles at
+least--and the day was just as fresh and bright and lovely as a day
+could be in the fresh and bright and lovely month of May.
+
+The young grass was emerald green along the country roads, the apple
+trees were all in sheets of bloom, hill-sides were fairly blue with
+bird-foot violets, and sweet spring flowers were smiling everywhere.
+
+Linda was so full of happiness that she could scarcely keep from singing
+in concert with the birds that trilled and chirped among the trees on
+either hand, as the pleasant road led through a piece of woodland.
+
+But the woods came to an end abruptly where the trees had been cut off,
+and where some men with ox-carts were hauling away the long piles of
+cord-wood. Then there were fields of plowed ground on each side of the
+road, and then a long stretch of rocky hills and old pastures, and
+presently some houses came in sight.
+
+Old, weather-beaten houses they were--a dozen, perhaps, in all. Two or
+three had once been painted red, and still displayed some dark and dingy
+traces of that color; but most of them were brown, and some had green
+moss growing on their broad, sloping roofs--roofs which were two stories
+high in front, but came down so low at the back that a lively boy might
+reach them from the ground with very little effort, only the place did
+not look as if anything so young or so lively as a boy had been seen
+there for at least twenty years.
+
+Still, it was a pleasant place. There were thickets of lilac and
+mock-orange bushes around every house, and old-fashioned lilies and
+roses growing half-wild along the fences.
+
+There were flagged walks leading up to all the doors, with borders of
+evergreen box, which had once been trim, and still was quaint and
+pleasing; there were old gardens, where everything was "all run out,"
+but where the bees and birds appeared to find congenial homes; there
+were gnarly old apple-trees, with bending, twisted branches that touched
+the ground and made the most enticing rustic seats.
+
+Withal, there was a calm and stillness brooding on the place that filled
+one's fancy with sweet thoughts of olden times and--
+
+"Whoo-oo-oop! Hip, hip, pip, hoo-_ray_!"
+
+"Good _gracious_!" cried Mr. Trafton, starting from his pleasant
+reverie, and clutching at the reins which lay loose upon his knee. "Good
+gracious! What's that?"
+
+"It's a boy!" said Linda, with a quite disgusted accent.
+
+Unquestionably, it was a boy--and a boy of the most aggressively modern
+type, clad in garments of the very latest cut, from his flannel
+yachting-shirt to his canvas "base-ball" shoes--a�boy with a look as
+well as a voice, which proclaimed him all alive.
+
+His close-cropped head was bare, and his white straw hat came spinning
+over the stone wall and into the middle of the road, as if impelled by
+steam-power, before the boy himself scrambled over, giving vent to
+another whoop, which would have done credit to a Comanche gone mad.
+
+The whoop and the hat together were enough to startle almost any horse;
+and, although Mr. Trafton's fine roadster, "Billy," was pretty well
+trained, the combined effect was a little too much for his nerves. He
+gave a sidelong leap and started to run. His master checked him sharply,
+and veering from the road, he ran the wheels into a deep rut, and over
+went the buggy with a crash!
+
+Linda screamed, as she was pitched headlong into a thicket of sweet-fern
+which grew along the roadside; but the bushes broke her fall, and,
+beyond the fright and a scratched hand, she received no injury.
+
+Her father was equally fortunate, and, as Billy had recovered from his
+momentary panic and did not run, the accident appeared, at the first
+glance, to be nothing serious.
+
+The boy who had caused it came forward, with a look of trepidation upon
+his countenance, exclaiming:
+
+"I'm awfully sorry, sir; I didn't mean to frighten your horse. I�was
+down behind the wall and didn't see you coming, or I wouldn't have
+thrown my hat so. I�was only scaring a squirrel."
+
+"He must have been pretty thoroughly scared," said Mr. Trafton, drily.
+
+However, the boy's bright face wore an expression of such honest regret
+that he added, with a good-humored accent:
+
+"Well, well, I was a boy myself once. You must be more careful another
+time, my lad."
+
+"That I will, sir."
+
+And as Mr. Trafton began to raise the overturned buggy, the boy took
+hold and helped him.
+
+On getting the vehicle righted, they found that one wheel was broken so
+badly as to need repairs before the journey could be continued, and Mr.
+Trafton surveyed the damage with grave concern.
+
+The boy gave a low whistle, and murmured:
+
+"Here's a state of things!"
+
+"I don't see what I'm going to do," remarked the gentleman. "There's
+nobody in this region who could mend that wheel, I�suppose?"
+
+"Oh yes there is!" cried the boy, brightening up. "Doran's blacksmith
+shop is only a little ways down the road; you can get the wheel fixed
+there. I'll go along and hold up this side of the buggy; and I'll pay
+the bill, sir, as I caused the damage."
+
+Mr. Trafton looked at him approvingly, but answered:
+
+"You need not do that, my boy. The bill won't amount to much; but the
+job may take some time--and where can I leave my little girl? I�suppose
+you would not care to wait in the blacksmith shop, Linda?"
+
+Before Linda could reply, the boy said, looking at her frankly, and not
+at all abashed:
+
+"She can stay with my grandma while you're having the wheel fixed. Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank is my grandma; she lives right here, sir," pointing out
+the house.
+
+"And where do you live?" asked Mr. Trafton, who took a liking to Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank's grandson, for all his annoyance at the trouble which
+that lively youth had caused him.
+
+"I'm staying with grandma this summer," said the boy; "but I live in
+Boston when I'm at home. My name is John Burbank."
+
+"Well, John, you will have to take Linda to your grandma, for I cannot
+leave Billy standing here with this broken buggy."
+
+"All right, sir; I'll be back in a minute, and help you down to
+Doran's."
+
+So saying, John Burbank led the way, and Linda followed, to the nearest
+of the brown old houses--a�big, broad-roofed domicile, with wide, double
+doors and narrow windows, and with two great cherry trees in the front
+yard, looking like two great drifts of snow, they were so thickly
+covered with white blossoms.
+
+A border of red and yellow tulips, gay daffodils, and "crown imperials,"
+edged the narrow walk which led from the front gate around to the side
+door, where they were received by a surprised old lady in gold-bowed
+spectacles, to whom John presented his companion, with the following
+concise account of the accident which occasioned her unexpected
+appearance:
+
+"Grandma, here's a girl, and her father is out there with his team, and
+they've just had a break-down, and it was all my doing; but I didn't
+mean to! I�scared the horse, hollering at a squirrel. I've got to go and
+help her father get the buggy down to Doran's, and she's going to stay
+here till it's fixed, and her name's Linda. I�don't know what her other
+name�is."
+
+"Linda Trafton," supplemented Linda, as the boy paused to catch his
+breath.
+
+"Johnny," said the old lady, speaking as severely as a stout old lady
+with dimples in her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes could be expected
+to speak, when addressing her only grandson--"Johnny, I�do declare for
+'t, you air the worst boy! What under the canopy will you go to cuttin'
+up next? Come right in, my dear," she said to Linda, "and make yourself
+to home. Johnny, you run along and help the gentleman; and tell Mr.
+Doran your gran'ther will pay the bill."
+
+"Oh, I'm going to pay it myself, grandma, with my own pocket-money,
+if the gentleman will let me; but he says he won't."
+
+And Johnny was off before he had done speaking.
+
+"I declare for 't," said his grandmother, "that boy is a regular
+Burbank; jest exactly what the deacon used to be at his age--always into
+suthin'. I�knew the deacon when he wa'n't any older than Johnny, an'
+I�remember jest how he used to act. Take off your things, my dear, and
+make yourself to home."
+
+She took Linda's hat and sacque, and carried them into the spare
+bed-room, where there was a great "four-poster" bedstead, with
+blue-and-white chintz hangings and a blue-and-white spread; and then she
+came and sat down by Linda, and asked her a great many questions about
+the break-down, and about her father and mother and herself, but she was
+such a nice old lady that Linda did not mind her being a little
+inquisitive.
+
+In return, she gave Linda quite a complete history of her own family,
+and told her a number of entertaining stories about Johnny and Johnny's
+father, and about the deacon when he was a boy. Finally, she looked at
+the queer old clock on the kitchen mantle-shelf, and remarked:
+
+"It's time I was gittin' my dinner over to cook, and I guess I shall
+have to leave you to amuse yourself a little while, my dear. You might
+go out an' look 'round the garden, if you want; or maybe you'd ruther go
+up in the garret, an' look at Johnny's picture-books an' things. He
+likes to stay up there, when it rains so't he can't go out."
+
+"Oh, I should like that, of all things!" cried Linda, delighted. "I�do
+love a real old-fashioned garret, with all sorts of old things in�it!"
+
+"Do you now? Well," said Mrs. Burbank, beaming over the gold-bowed
+spectacles, "our garret is full of old truck, an' you can go up there
+an' rummage 'round all you've a min'�to."
+
+She opened the door of a narrow staircase, with steep and well-worn
+stairs, and told Linda that was the way to the back chamber over the
+kitchen, and when she got up there she would see the garret stairs;
+and she guessed Linda could find the way up alone. She was pretty hefty
+herself, and she didn't travel up and down stairs any more than she
+could help.
+
+Linda very quickly found her way to the garret, which proved to be
+indeed a veritable treasury of "old truck;" and her brown eyes opened
+wide with ecstasy as she caught sight of a real, genuine spinning-wheel,
+stowed away under the low, sloping roof.
+
+Then she discovered a smaller wheel, with a motto carved around its rim
+in quaint lettering, which Linda studied over a long time before she
+made it out--"Eat not the Bread of Idleness." She learned afterward that
+this was a flax-wheel, on which Deacon Burbank's mother used to spin the
+thread to weave her linen sheets.
+
+Beside the flax-wheel stood a superannuated chest of drawers, with dingy
+brass handles, which had once, no doubt, been a fine piece of furniture.
+
+Then there were broken-down chairs, with straight, stiff backs; queer,
+cracked jugs and bottles, and painted teacups with the handles broken
+off; and funny old spelling-books and school-readers, all inscribed,
+in beautiful handwriting, on their yellow fly-leaves:
+
+  "John Burbank, his book."
+
+Linda knew that the John Burbank who had learned his lessons from these
+old books must have been the deacon "when he was a boy," and not her
+young friend, Johnny.
+
+There were several old-fashioned wooden chests among the treasures of
+this delightful garret, and Linda hesitated to open them at first;
+but finally she called to mind that she had been given permission to
+"rummage" as much as she pleased.
+
+One chest, painted green, stood near the narrow window, which threw a
+checkered square of sunshine upon the garret floor, and as Linda raised
+the cover she gave a little scream of rapture, for it seemed almost as
+if she had found a broken rainbow, there was such a glitter of gay
+colors in the sunlight.
+
+"Oh! _oh!_" she cried, "what lovely, _lovely_ pieces for a crazy quilt!"
+
+For the old chest was nearly filled with scraps of silk and satin of
+every shape and size, from bits not over an inch wide to the large,
+three-cornered pieces, of which there seemed to be a great number, left
+in cutting trimming-folds "on the bias," as Linda knew, for she had seen
+many such remnants proudly displayed by those of her girl friends who
+happened to be in the good graces of Miss Cranshaw, the village
+dressmaker. But such brocades and stripes, such "plaid" and "watered"
+and "figured" silks, such brilliant shades of color as she found among
+the contents of that chest, her eyes had never looked upon before.
+
+"I wonder if these are pieces of Deacon Burbank's mother's dresses?"
+thought Linda, as she turned them over, exclaiming, every other minute,
+"Oh, how pretty!" or "Oh, what a beauty!" for every new piece that she
+took up seemed prettier than the last. "Why, she must have had as many
+as Queen Victoria. Why _don't_ they wear such colors now? Most of the
+silk dresses that Miss Cranshaw makes are black, or brown, or
+sage-green, or some other sober shade; but these are all so bright.
+Oh, what a lovely blue!"
+
+"It is a handsome piece of silk, ain't it? That was the dress Miss Polly
+Newcome wore to the inaugeration ball at Washington, 'most forty years
+ago. They don't have no such silks in these days."
+
+Mrs. Deacon Burbank had mounted the garret stairs with footsteps far
+from noiseless, being, as she said, a�"hefty" old lady; but Linda had
+been too much absorbed to notice her approach until she spoke.
+
+"Oh, Mrs. Burbank! What beautiful pieces!" cried Linda. "Where did they
+all come from?"
+
+"Why, they come from all 'round, my dear," said Mrs. Burbank, sitting
+down with Linda, beside the green chest. "You see, my girls used to take
+in dressmakin', when they was young, and the pieces kinder gathered an'
+gathered. The girls used to keep the silk pieces separate, thinkin' they
+might do suthin' with 'em sometime; but they never did. They was always
+too busy to do much putterin' work. So the pieces have laid there ever
+sence the girls left home. They all got married, many a long year ago,
+my girls. Cecilia went to New York, and Evaline lives down in
+Pennsylvaney--she's got to be quite an old woman herself now; and Nancy
+Jane, she's layin' in the cemetery over to East Berlin, with her own
+little girl buried 'long side of her," said the old lady, sighing. "But
+they used to be called the best dressmakers there was anywhere round
+these parts; folks used to come from as far off as Tolland County to
+have their nice dresses made by the Burbank girls. Miss Polly Newcome
+went to Washington the winter that her father was elected to the Senate.
+She was a great beauty, Miss Polly was, an' they made everything of her
+in Washington. But my girls had the makin' of all her new clothes, 'fore
+she went. This was a dress she wore to a grand dinner-party that was
+given to her father, Senator Newcome."
+
+And the old lady picked out a scrap of marvelous brocade, with
+silver-white roses on a wine-colored ground, and smoothed it on her
+knee.
+
+"This was the one she wore to the President's reception"--selecting a
+bit of rose-colored satin, striped with sky-blue velvet; "and this,"
+she continued, smoothing out a long strip of changeable silk in green
+and ruby tints, "was another dinner dress. Here's a piece of plaid silk
+that was made up for Squire Harney's wife, when she was goin' to Europe;
+and here's a piece of Mrs. Doctor Thorne's dress, that she had made on
+purpose to wear to a grand party over in Tolland."
+
+This last was a good-sized square of bright yellow silk, with polka-dots
+of mazarine blue.
+
+Linda, looking at the gorgeous fabric with admiring eyes, exclaimed:
+
+"I never saw such pieces in all my life! They _would_ make the loveliest
+crazy quilt!"
+
+"What kind of a quilt, my dear?"
+
+"A crazy quilt," said Linda, laughing. "Haven't you ever seen one, Mrs.
+Burbank? Fred says the person was crazy who first invented them; but I
+think they're just as pretty as they can be. It takes a great many
+pieces of silk, though, to make a bed-quilt, and some of the girls only
+make sofa-pillows and such things."
+
+"Oh, you mean patchwork. The land!" said Mrs. Burbank, "I�used to make
+silk patchwork more than sixty years ago. It was all the style then,
+but I didn't s'pose they ever done it now."
+
+"Oh, yes; it is all the style now," said Linda, with a smile.
+
+"Do tell! I want to know if you like to piece patchwork?" said the old
+lady, looking over her spectacles at Linda's girlish face, with its
+gentle eyes and frame of soft, brown hair. "I�declare for't, you look
+just as my Nancy Jane did when she was your age! If you want them
+pieces, child, you can have 'em; I�ain't got any use for 'em, and don't
+s'pose I ever shall have. I'm too old to piece patchwork, myself--my
+eyesight ain't what it used to�be."
+
+For a moment Linda was speechless with delight, but finally she found
+her voice, and cried out:
+
+"Oh, Mrs. Burbank! All those lovely crazy pieces! Do you really mean to
+give them to�me?"
+
+"Of course I do, and I'm real glad to see ye so pleased, my dear. Them
+silk pieces have laid in that chest years an' years, doin' nobody any
+good; an' they shan't lay there no longer, if they can make a little
+girl so happy."
+
+And the good old lady looked happy herself as she opened another chest,
+and, taking out an old pillow-case of home-spun linen, began to fill it
+with the wondrous "crazy pieces."
+
+When she had crowded them all in and tied the bag with a piece of twine,
+she said:
+
+"Now, you can take 'em right along with you, an' whenever your father
+happens to come this way ag'in, he can bring me back the piller-case,
+for it was one of Mother Burbank's, and I shouldn't want to lose it.
+I�declare for 't!" she added, "I�forgot all about your father, child,
+I�got so took up with lookin' over them pieces. He's got the buggy
+mended, an' he's come back after you, so you must come right down.
+I�want you an' he should have dinner 'fore you go; it's all ready."
+
+And happy Linda went down to the kitchen, where she found her father and
+Johnny, and Deacon Burbank, who had just come home to dinner.
+
+Mr. Trafton was hungry, and quite willing to take dinner at the
+deacon's, instead of waiting till they arrived at East Berlin.
+
+They all became very well acquainted in the course of the meal, and Mr.
+Trafton promised to bring Linda to see Mrs. Burbank, whenever he came
+that way.
+
+"And I will bring my crazy quilt and show it to you, when I get it done,
+Mrs. Burbank," added Linda.
+
+Whereupon Johnny spoke up, and said:
+
+"If you don't get on with your crazy quilt any faster than my sister
+does with hers, you won't ever get it done!"
+
+And Linda told him that sounded just like Fred!
+
+Johnny carried the pillow-case out to the buggy and tucked it under the
+seat; and Linda could think of nothing but her crazy pieces all the way
+to East Berlin.
+
+When she got home and showed them to Fred, he declared they were the
+jolliest, craziest lot of pieces he had seen yet!
+
+And when Linda's quilt was commenced, all the girls went wild over it;
+but she laughingly refused to tell them where her pieces came from.
+
+She made a great mystery of the matter, asserting, in reply to all
+inquiries, that hers would be a crazy quilt with a history, and nobody
+should know anything about it until the quilt was finished.
+
+A crazy quilt with a history is no trifling piece of work, and the girls
+have not yet heard the story.
+
+
+
+
+DAVY'S TURN.
+
+BY FLORENCE B. HALLOWELL.
+
+
+"Never mind! It'll come my turn some day, and then I'll pay you boys up;
+and you'll be sorry enough for all the mean things you've done to me,"
+and Davy Potter stooped to pick up the books which one of a group of a
+dozen boys had pushed from his arm.
+
+The school-house yard was muddy from recent rains, and the books were so
+wet and dirty that Davy took out his pocket handkerchief to wipe them
+off.
+
+"What'll you take for that handkerchief, Dave?" asked Fred Bassett.
+"It's a beauty, and no mistake."
+
+There was a loud shout from the other boys, and universal attention was
+directed to the little square of faded calico Davy was so industriously
+using.
+
+A hot flush rose to the boy's thin, freckled face; but he made no reply,
+except to mutter under his breath something which the boys could not
+catch.
+
+But there was a bitter, vindictive feeling in his heart as he followed
+his persecutors into the school-house. He did not understand why all the
+wit--if wit it could be called--should be leveled at him; why he should
+be the target for every poisoned arrow, simply because he was poor, ugly
+and always at the bottom of his classes. He thought it unjust and cruel,
+and longed with all his heart for the time to come when by some real
+good luck he would have a chance to "pay the boys�up."
+
+He knew that if he ever needed assistance in any such work, he could
+rely on old Sim Kane to help him; for the old man--a�half-witted
+creature who earned a miserable livelihood by doing odd jobs of
+wood-sawing and cleaning for charitably-disposed people--had good
+reason, also, to hate the boys of the Prickett school, and long for
+revenge.
+
+Davy lived with an aunt, who gave him a home as a matter of duty, and
+regarded him as a burden and a nuisance, often treating him so unkindly
+that he was made very unhappy, and spent as little time with her as
+possible.
+
+He tried honestly to be dutiful and obedient; but he couldn't help
+forgetting occasionally to wipe his feet before entering the kitchen,
+and sometimes he let the fire go out, or forgot to feed the chickens.
+Then he was severely reprimanded, of course, and told that he was
+ungrateful, as well as stupid.
+
+But in the woods he was free to do as he liked, and there was no one to
+scold or find fault with him, and he had many dumb but affectionate
+friends there among the squirrels, rabbits and birds.
+
+So he always took his way to the woods every Saturday as soon as he had
+cleaned up the yard about his aunt's house, filled all the
+water-buckets, cut the kindling for the kitchen stove, and attended to
+the dozen or more other chores Miss Potter required of him.
+
+He never shirked the least of them, no matter how anxious he was to get
+away; for he had been so frequently told how much he owed to his aunt,
+that he believed he could not do too much for her.
+
+It was while exploring the depths of the woods, one day, that he
+discovered the secret retreat of the "Mystic Nine," a�club of nine boys
+who disappeared from the village regularly every Saturday morning during
+the spring, summer and fall, and remained away until sunset, often
+returning with torches to have a street parade after dark, or with a bag
+of plump birds for a grand "fry" in the kitchen of some indulgent
+mother.
+
+That they had a hiding-place of some sort, where they held meetings and
+ate the generous lunches they carried with them, all the boys outside
+the nine felt sure; but none of the Mystics ever answered any questions
+concerning it, and threw out vague but impressive warnings as to the
+terrible fate that would befall any one whose curiosity led him to seek
+to penetrate the secret they guarded so closely.
+
+Davy stumbled upon it quite by chance. Following the trail of a bird
+with a wounded wing, he found himself in a part of the wood he had never
+been in before, and came suddenly upon a great pile of brush a dozen
+feet high, behind which was the entrance to a deep cave in a rocky
+hillside.
+
+He entered, and found it well furnished with rough blankets, a�table,
+an oil stove, and many other things necessary to the comfort and
+convenience of nine boys. A�large window in the roof, which was
+carefully covered with brush, afforded a means to obtain light, when
+that given by the mouth of the cave did not prove sufficient, or when
+bad weather made it necessary to drop the canvas which did duty as a
+door.
+
+Davy, afraid of getting into trouble, kept his discovery to himself, but
+he made frequent stolen trips to the cave, and resolved that some day he
+would use his knowledge for the purpose of obtaining his revenge.
+
+He had a vague plan in his head to guide about fifty of the roughest
+boys in the village to the cave, and thus give the secret to every one,
+and he fully determined to let this be his form of revenge, when, being
+called upon to read in class, he was forced to use the wet, soiled
+books.
+
+His thoughts were directed so much to this subject that his lessons were
+recited even worse than usual, and as a result he was kept in to study
+for an hour after the close of school.
+
+When he was at last free to go home, and left the school-house, he found
+that poor old Sim was in the hands of his enemies. The Mystic Nine had
+placed him in his own dilapidated hand-cart, and were wheeling him down
+one of the side streets as fast as they could go, shouting and laughing
+at his frenzied cries of distress and the ludicrous picture he
+presented, as he clung to the side of the cart, the brim of his torn
+straw hat flapping in the wind, and an old scarf of bright scarlet silk,
+which he cherished as his dearest earthly possession, streaming out
+behind.
+
+Davy felt very sorry for the old man, but did not dare interfere. He
+could only wait until the boys, becoming wearied of their sport, ran the
+cart into a shallow pond and went off to seek other diversion.
+
+Old Sim was almost helpless with fright and exhaustion, and when Davy
+waded into the pond and pushed the cart out on dry land again, he threw
+his arms about the boy's neck, and clung to him, sobbing and moaning
+like a child.
+
+It was all Davy could do to comfort and quiet him, and to persuade him
+to go home, so apprehensive was he that another attack would be made on
+him. But Davy finally succeeded in convincing him that there was no
+further danger, and the old man went scuffling off to the miserable
+shanty he called home.
+
+The next day was Saturday, and as the weather was clear and bright, Davy
+resolved to spend the whole morning in the woods. But his aunt found so
+much for him to do that it was nearly noon before he was able to get
+away.
+
+As usual, he divided his lunch with the birds and squirrels, and then
+lay down under a tree to read a book he had brought with him.
+
+But it failed to interest him, and his mind persisted in dwelling upon
+the unkindness with which he was so systematically treated, both at home
+and at school.
+
+"I wonder if it will ever be any different?" he thought, as he sprang to
+his feet at last. "If I only could get to the head of the grammar class
+just once, they might treat me better. But of course there is no use in
+thinking of that, for there's no chance of�it."
+
+He strolled through the woods, his steps turning unconsciously in the
+direction of the secret cave.
+
+He had almost reached it, when he suddenly became aware of where he was,
+and started to retrace his steps, fearing the boys would come out and
+discover him there.
+
+But scarcely had he turned when, to his amazement, he saw old Sim Kane
+come rushing toward him from the direction of the cave.
+
+The old man's face was pallid with excitement, and he was swinging his
+long arms, and muttering and laughing to himself in a way that made
+Davy's blood run cold.
+
+"Sim! Sim! what's the matter?" he cried.
+
+But the old man paid no attention to him, and not pausing to question
+him again, but sure there was trouble of some sort at the cave, Davy ran
+toward that secret retreat.
+
+His ears soon told him what the trouble was. The great pile of brush
+which concealed the entrance to the cave had been set on fire!
+
+Terrible was the vengeance which the half-demented old man had taken on
+his boyish persecutors.
+
+Davy, with a loud cry of horror, and forgetting in that awful moment all
+his own wrongs, seized a stout branch, and rushed upon the pile of brush
+without a moment's hesitation.
+
+The entire mouth of the cave was a mass of flame, and it was no easy
+matter to scatter the burning brands, so intense was the heat.
+
+But Davy fought the fire right and left, with a wild energy far beyond
+his strength and years, and at last the mouth of the cave was clear,
+and the fresh air could enter it again.
+
+Then, exhausted, faint, and suffering most intense agony from a dozen
+terrible burns, the brave boy sank to the ground.
+
+At first he was scarcely conscious, but presently he became aware that
+some one was bending over him, and opening his eyes, he saw Fred
+Bassett's face, so full of pity, admiration and kindness that poor Davy
+scarcely recognized�it.
+
+"We didn't deserve this good turn of you, Davy," said the boy. "But I
+can't tell you how thankful we are to you. But for you we would have
+been suffocated inside of ten minutes. It was that old Sim who set the
+fire. We were busy at the back of the cave, making it deeper, and didn't
+know anything about the fire until we heard the old man shout at us from
+the window overhead. He was half mad with joy, and was just about to
+light the brush on the window. He must have fired the pile in front in
+twenty places. There was no use in trying to get out. It was like a wall
+of fire. I�tell you, we all thought our time had come. It was just
+awful."
+
+"I'm glad I came when I did," said Davy, gently. "But I'm afraid you'll
+have to help me home. My feet are�so badly burned I don't believe I can
+take a step."
+
+"As if we'd let you even think of walking!" exclaimed Fred. "We'll rig
+up a litter in short order."
+
+So Davy was carried into the village in state by seven of the boys,
+while the two others went on ahead to tell Miss Potter what had happened
+and engage the services of a doctor.
+
+And it was not until his wounds were all dressed, and he was lying
+quietly in bed, with Fred Bassett and Tom Harper sitting beside him,
+that Davy happened to think that the "turn" for which he had waited so
+long had come at last, and he had failed to take the revenge he had so
+ardently desired.
+
+But he never regretted this, for he never had to complain again of
+unkind treatment from either his aunt or his schoolmates. For Miss
+Potter, in taking care of her young nephew during the three weeks he was
+confined to the house, found good qualities of head and heart the
+existence of which she had never before even suspected, and she made up
+her mind that she had thought Davy a burden because she had never really
+understood him.
+
+As to the boys--well, they made a hero of Davy, and the "Mystic Nine"
+became the "Mystic Ten," by the admission to membership of the shy,
+freckled-faced boy who was always at the bottom of his classes.
+
+And affection and encouragement brightened up Davy's wits so much that
+he ceased before long to occupy that unenviable and lowly position, and
+astonished his teacher by his rapid progress.
+
+No punishment was ever meted out to old Sim; but it is scarcely
+necessary to say that the boys were careful to let him severely alone
+after that memorable Saturday on which Davy became a hero.
+
+
+
+
+THE BLIND GIRL AND THE SPRING.
+
+BY SYDNEY GREY.
+
+
+  Yes, it is true that I am blind (it was not always thus),
+  But oft it comes into my mind how God can comfort�us.
+  For if, of some good gift bereft, we bend before His will,
+  He ever has a blessing left which should our sorrows still.
+  This very morn I found it so; scarce had the day begun,
+  Ere with small, pattering, restless feet that hither swiftly run,
+  The children came in joyous mood, and shouted, "Spring is here!"
+  And when they led me through the wood, I knew that she was near.
+  I felt her breath upon my cheek, and while we walked along,
+  A thousand times I heard her speak the rustling leaves among,
+  In tones as though a harp had thrilled beneath an angel's touch,
+  And all my soul with rapture filled: yet when I said as much,
+  The others laughed and whispered low, "Nay, nay, it is the wind!"
+  To them perhaps it might be so; but, ah! if folks are blind,
+  They learn in every sound that floats around their pathway dark--
+  The breeze, the brook, the glad bird-notes--some hidden voice to mark.
+  Therefore, when spring begins to don her garments fresh and gay,
+  Because I cannot look upon her beauty day by day,
+  Nor see the pointed crocus flame above the garden mold,
+  Nor watch the snowy tips that frame the daisy's heart of gold;
+  Because unto my longing eyes may never be displayed
+  The changeful glory of the skies, warm shine and soothing shade,
+  Nor the great sun's far-reaching rays which crown the day with light,
+  Nor yet the star-lit purple haze that comes before the night;
+  She breathes the tender tale to me, in accents clear and plain,
+  Until I nearly rend the veil and see it all again.
+  And though I'm blind, I know quite well, when to the woods we�go,
+  The place to find the wild bluebell, and where the lilies blow;
+  Shy violets tell me, as I pass, their buds are at my feet,
+  And through the lengthening meadow-grass run murmurs soft and sweet.
+  Oh! I thank God that He doth bring such daily joy to�me,
+  For even I can welcome spring, like happy girls who see.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+How to Make A Canvas Canoe,
+
+(_Concluded._)
+
+BY E. T. LITTLEWOOD.
+
+
+The covering is best made of what is known as "crash," strong and close.
+It must be wide enough to go completely under the canoe, and can be had
+about 5 ft. wide, which will be quite wide enough. Seven yards of it
+will be sufficient.
+
+To put on the canvas, turn the canoe over. Lay the canvas with the
+centre line along the keel. Stretch it well by pulling at each end, and
+tack it through the middle at the extreme ends with a few tacks in a
+temporary manner. Put in temporary tacks along the gunwale at moderate
+intervals, stretching slightly, and endeavor to get rid of all folds.
+
+Begin in the middle and work toward the ends, and always pull straight
+away from the keel, and not along the gunwale. Then put in a second set
+of tacks half way between the first set of tacks on one side, pulling
+fairly tight. Then, on the other side, put in tacks opposite to the
+latter, pulling as tightly as possible.
+
+The best way to do this is to seize the canvas with a pair of pincers,
+so that on pulling you can get the head of the pincers just over the
+gunwale, when they can be used as a lever to give an extra pull. A�tack
+may then be put in on the outside of the gunwale; half-inch galvanized
+tacks will�do.
+
+Now remove the temporary set of tacks. To get rid of folds, which will
+not occur along the keel, but along the gunwale, keep bisecting the
+distance between two consecutive tacks by another tack, so that the
+canvas is equally loose on each side of it, always now pulling the
+canvas as tightly as possible.
+
+In this way the folds will disappear, and the canvas be stretched tight
+and well-fastened to the gunwale. Leave that portion within a foot of
+each end untacked.
+
+Next cut away all that portion which projects beyond the stem and
+stern-post; turn the edges in, and tack along the edges at moderate
+distances.
+
+Bisect these distances, and these again, till you have a very close row
+of tacks, as in Fig. 12. Pull fairly tight, but not too tight, and do
+not use pincers for this part; quarter-inch tacks will be best.
+
+The ends may be cut out and put on, lapping the edges over the side, as
+shown in Fig. 12, and enough canvas will be left to fill the part along
+the sides of the well, into which the canvas should be tacked with a
+fine row of tacks, afterward being stretched over the gunwale. The canoe
+will now be completely covered in except the well.
+
+Before putting on the top, however, give the lower part outside a good
+coating of boiled linseed-oil. This will be most of it absorbed into the
+canvas. The same may be done afterward with the top.
+
+When this is dry--that is, after two or three days--give another good
+coating of the same. Then paint the canoe according to taste. Two coats
+for the bottom will be advisable, and paint which will stand water well
+should be used. It would be well to paint the framework with one coat
+before covering.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Make a stretcher (Fig. 13) for the feet, of half-inch board, and slips
+to fit it into (Fig. 10), with stops on the floor. Also, a�backboard of
+half-inch board, to correspond (Fig. 14). Each piece in the latter may
+be 18x4 inches. They should be nailed into two cross-pieces behind, so
+as to form a hollow for back, and should be placed two inches apart,
+to allow a space for the spine.
+
+I prefer myself to fit in the backboard by means of stops on the floor
+and back of the well, making it keep one position, and that at a
+considerable slope, and have not found a swinging backboard so
+comfortable as some appear to have done.
+
+For the paddle, for which I think about 7 feet 6 inches long over all
+is a good length, take a light, clean piece of yellow pine, or fir,
+1� x 1� inches, not more, and 6 feet long. In the ends of this cut
+slots 6 inches long, each to receive two pear-shaped pieces of very
+light half-inch plank, 1 foot 3 inches by 8 inches. Nail them through
+with copper nails, if possible. The blades should be at right angles
+to the thickest direction of the handle.
+
+Before nailing in, shave down the handle from an oval of 1� x 1�
+inches for 2 feet of the middle to an oval of about 1-1/8 x 7/8 inches
+near the beginning of the blades.
+
+The handle should have its full thickness at the beginning of the blade,
+but should be well tapered off along the blade, so as to be quite thin
+at its middle, where it ends. It should have its full breadth across the
+breadth of the blade. The blade itself may be shaved off thinner toward
+the edges.
+
+I do not think that for ordinary purposes any strip of copper or tin
+need be put round the blade, and the weight is increased by using.
+
+The great thing about a paddle is that it should be as light as
+possible, and, if it appears able to stand it, it may be reduced still
+further. It may be painted or varnished, all but two feet in the middle.
+I�find no rings on the paddles necessary.
+
+A short strip nailed outside the gunwale in the middle of the canoe is a
+good thing; it prevents wear from the paddle, and forms something to
+catch hold of in lifting the canoe.
+
+A short outer keel is also a good thing at each end to prevent wear; but
+in making holes for the nails through the canvas into the keel care must
+be taken to turn in the edges round each hole, to tack with a close
+circle of tacks, and paint well, so as to render the place water-tight.
+
+An apron is seldom wanted, but may be made of canvas rendered waterproof
+with boiled oil, if desired.
+
+It is well to fasten some inflated bladders in each end, so as to make
+the canoe a diminutive lifeboat, in case of an upset or of a hole being
+knocked in her.
+
+The canoe will now be ready for launching. The owner should learn to put
+her carefully into the water and take her out by himself--to carry her
+on his shoulder.
+
+Superfluous wood may be cut from the central parts of the shapes, and
+also from along the keel toward the ends before covering. The floor
+forms a considerable item in the weight, consequently this should be
+made no wider or thicker than necessary. In paddling, learn to reach
+well forward and back, with a good swing of the body from side to side.
+
+Such a canoe as described will be found to wear well, and one made by
+myself for a friend two years ago is now in use, and quite water-tight.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE PARTRIDGE DRUMS.
+
+
+"When I first came to Canada," says a writer from that locality,
+"I�found there were various opinions as to the method of making the
+sound. One man, who read a great deal, but rarely went into the woods,
+said that the sound was produced by the bird's voice. Some of the
+hunters told me that the bird struck its wings on the log, and others
+that it struck them together over its back.
+
+"I did not give much heed to the bookman's explanation, for all the
+woodmen laughed at it. I�soon learned to discredit also the idea that
+the bird thumped the log with its wings, because whether it stood on a
+stump or a stone, a�rotten log or solid timber, the sound was always the
+same. Lastly, I�did not believe that the wings were struck together,
+because, when a pigeon or rooster strikes its wings together, the sound
+is always a sharp crack. At length, after watching the bird carefully,
+I�came to the conclusion that it drums by beating the air only.
+
+"It is not an easy matter to get sight of a partridge when he is
+drumming, but I managed to do it by crawling on my hands and knees
+toward the bird, lying still while he was quiet, and only moving forward
+when he renewed his noisy courtship; for it is only to woo and win his
+mate that Sir Ruffled Grouse indulges in these musical exercises.
+
+"In this way I contrived to come within twenty feet without alarming
+him. Through the alder thicket I could just see his shapely form,
+strutting about like a turkey cock; then for a moment he stood upright,
+with his feathers lying close.
+
+"Suddenly his wings flashed, and at the same moment I heard the loud
+thump. Then for a few seconds he stood looking about as though nothing
+had happened; but presently came a second flash and thump, and others
+followed at lessening intervals, until at last the serenade rolled a way
+like the galloping of horses or the rumbling of distant thunder."
+
+
+
+
+FROGS AND TADPOLES.
+
+BY E. S.
+
+
+It is very interesting in the spring to watch the gradual development of
+a frog from the egg, through the tadpole stage of its existence, till at
+last it assumes its final form.
+
+The old frogs emerge from their winter hiding-places in the mud, early
+in the spring, and during April their eggs may be found floating on
+almost every stagnant pond.
+
+A group of these eggs in their early stages of development looks like a
+mass of clear white jelly, containing numbers of black specks, each of
+which is really the germ of the future tadpole.
+
+In order to watch the development, a group of the eggs should be taken
+and put in a shallow vessel of water, which, if kept in the house,
+should have a bell-glass, or some other covering, over it, to keep out
+the dust.
+
+The jelly-like mass which envelopes the future tadpole is so clear that
+all its changes can be easily watched.
+
+First the head appears, then a flat tail, and in course of time the
+nostrils, mouth and large eyes, till at length the completed tadpole
+bursts open its gelatinous covering, and apparently not in the least
+embarrassed by its new surroundings, begins swimming briskly about,
+looking for something to eat.
+
+The time occupied in hatching varies in different countries, according
+to the climate, from four days to a month.
+
+The following stages are even more interesting, especially for those who
+can take advantage of the transparency of the parts to watch the
+circulation of the blood through a microscope.
+
+The body of the tadpole gradually gets broader, while the tail gets
+thinner and thinner, till it finally disappears altogether; but before
+that happens, its place has been taken by two hind legs, which first
+appear under the skin and then gradually push their way through.
+
+The fore legs next appear, and so on through all the stages of
+development, till in a longer or shorter time, according to the amount
+of warmth, light and food it can obtain, the complete frog appears.
+
+But woe betide the unfortunate tadpole which, first of the shoal,
+attains to the dignity of possessing limbs, for so ferocious are the
+later ones, and so jealous of their precocious little brother, that they
+almost always fall upon him, and not content with killing, never rest
+till every morsel of him is eaten.
+
+And unless several of the tadpoles assume their final change about the
+same time, this proceeding is repeated till their numbers are very
+considerably diminished, or, as sometimes happens, till only one
+survivor is left, who, having helped to eat all his brethren, instead of
+meeting with his deserts, is allowed to live on in peace, till some day,
+in the course of his walks abroad, he, in his turn, is snapped up as a
+delicate morsel by some hungry snake or water-fowl.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  BE HONEST AND TRUE.
+
+  By George Birdseye.
+
+
+      Be honest and true, boys!
+      Whatever you do, boys,
+  Let this be your motto through life.
+      Both now and forever,
+      Be this your endeavor,
+  When wrong with the right is at strife.
+
+      The best and the truest,
+      Alas! are the fewest;
+  But be one of these if you can.
+      In duty ne'er fail; you
+      Will find 'twill avail you,
+  And bring its reward when a man.
+
+      Don't think life plain sailing;
+      There's danger of failing,
+  Though bright seem the future to be;
+      But honor and labor,
+      And truth to your neighbor,
+  Will bear you safe over life's sea.
+
+      Then up and be doing,
+      Right only pursuing,
+  And take your fair part in the strife.
+      Be honest and true, boys,
+      Whatever you do, boys,
+  Let this be your motto through life!
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 22._]
+
+             IN SEARCH of HIMSELF.
+
+         A Tale of Dangerous Adventure.
+
+              BY GEORGE H. COOMER,
+
+        Author Of "Arthur Summers," Etc.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+RALPH MAKES A FRIEND.
+
+Ralph had need of all his courage, as he realized what was before him.
+In a low, swampy spot, close under a pile of rock and earth, that rose
+out of it like a wall, was an animal such as he had never met with until
+this moment, although he instinctively guessed what it must�be.
+
+The creature appeared to be in a complete frenzy of rage. It was covered
+with mud and water, and with furious motions was trampling down the
+long, rank grass which grew about the place.
+
+"A wild boar!" uttered our young friend to himself, with his heart
+leaping to his throat, as his glance took in the sharp back, the high
+shoulders, and the immense tusks that curved from the jaws like
+cimetars.
+
+He had seen pictures of such animals, but had never dreamed how
+startling the reality would�be.
+
+The boar seemed to direct his fury against the ledge which formed the
+boundary of the muddy and grassy place where he was raging about; and
+looking a little above the savage brute, Ralph perceived a something
+which appeared like a human form in some manner confined among the
+rocks. He thought the body looked as if partially under a big stone that
+held it down.
+
+Instantly the thought came to him:
+
+"It must be that a man has got caught there under a rock, which he has
+pulled down upon himself in trying to clamber�up."
+
+Just as this thought entered his mind, he saw the boar give a fearful
+spring and fall back with what seemed a strip of clothing between his
+jaws.
+
+The position of the imprisoned man must be awful, and there was not a
+moment to lose. The next spring might be more successful.
+
+The fierce jaws clashed together with a startling sound, and the huge
+head was shaken, as if the frenzy of the monster was increased by the
+possession of that bit of rag.
+
+The prisoner gave another wild cry, and Ralph responded, with all the
+strength of his lungs:
+
+"I'll help you! I'll help you!"
+
+He was too far off for a successful shot, but he hoped by firing to
+attract the animal's attention from the man to himself, and then, in
+case of need, he might retreat into some one of the trees among which he
+was then standing.
+
+So, taking the best aim he could, he fired both barrels in quick
+succession. But the boar, except by a furious toss of the head and a
+single terrible "_Whoosh!_" paid not the slightest attention to him.
+
+Indeed, the efforts of the animal to reach the intended victim became,
+if possible, more frantic than ever; and Ralph guessed that once, at
+least, the tusks came in contact with some part of the poor captive's
+body.
+
+"I can do nothing in this way," he said to himself. "The man will be
+torn in pieces before my eyes. I�must make a bold move and take my
+chance."
+
+Between himself and the scene of danger there was neither rock nor tree,
+but only the shallow mud and water, and the rank grass. The venture
+would be a desperate one, but nothing less would save the man from a
+terrible death.
+
+[Illustration:
+"RALPH'S LEGS WERE KNOCKED FROM UNDER HIM BY THE WEIGHT
+OF THE HUGE BODY, SO THAT HE FELL AT FULL LENGTH IN THE MUD."]
+
+Ralph had about him shells containing charges of all descriptions,
+from fine shot to bullets. Quickly throwing open his breech-loader, he
+slipped a ball cartridge into one barrel and a heavy charge of buckshot
+into the other.
+
+Then springing forward, he went splashing across the morass, with the
+mud and water almost up to his knees.
+
+"I am no marksman," he thought, as he strode rapidly on, "and shall have
+to get close to him to hit him; but if he should come at me, I�shall
+have my second barrel, besides a plenty of shells."
+
+There was some reassurance in this thought, especially as he had two of
+the spare shells in his hand, ready for use in case of need.
+
+At a distance of only six rods from the enraged animal, he stopped and
+brought up his gun.
+
+The boar was not still for an instant, but rushing about in its efforts
+to get up the rock. He had certainly struck the man, for there was blood
+on the rock and on the savage tusks. This probably rendered him all the
+more eager.
+
+"I'll try the buckshot first," thought Ralph, "for they'll scatter a
+little, and some of them must hit him."
+
+He ranged between the two barrels, and pulled. "Bang!" sounded the
+report. "Whoosh!" uttered the boar, stopping short in his efforts
+against the rock, and turning his whole attention upon the intruder.
+Doubtless he was hit, but perhaps not mortally.
+
+Ralph's gun was again at his face. "Bang!" This time the single ball was
+sent, but through the smoke of the discharge he saw that the boar was
+rushing upon him.
+
+An interval of six rods, and a wild hog, six feet long, bounding over it
+with clashing jaws! How the breech-loader sprang open, and how the two
+spare charges went into it! What if Ralph had not held them all ready in
+his hand?
+
+"Bang! bang!" The boar's head was not three feet from the muzzle as the
+second barrel was fired. The monster's impetus carried him on with a
+plunge; and the young hero's legs were knocked from under him by the
+weight of the huge body, so that he fell at full length in the mud.
+
+For an instant he believed himself lost, and while scrambling to his
+feet he expected to feel the sweep of those sword-like tusks.
+
+But there was no longer any danger; the last discharge had done its work
+to perfection, and with his knees bent under him, the boar lay just as
+he had plowed into the mire, having not even rolled over.
+
+Picking up his gun, Ralph hurried to assist the person on the rock, whom
+he had already seen to be a negro, and whom he now found to be held down
+by a large stone, which lay upon his legs, he having doubtless pulled it
+from a position above in his frantic efforts to escape from his pursuer.
+
+The confined black could not help himself; but Ralph succeeded, without
+much difficulty, in relieving him from the heavy weight.
+
+The stone could not have slipped more than two or three feet, for the
+negro was not much injured by it, although it had held him so firmly.
+He had the marks of the animal's tusks on one of his legs; but the wound
+was not a dangerous one. Ralph bound his handkerchief around it, and
+felt very glad to find that the poor fellow was almost as good as new.
+
+Finding himself able to walk, and seeming to realize how much he owed to
+his young rescuer, the stout negro grasped the boy's right hand in both
+his own, and with tears glistening in his eyes, uttered a number of
+rapid sentences, only a few words of which Ralph could understand, but
+which were evidently the outpourings of gratitude.
+
+Still, there was in his manner an appearance of apprehension, as if he
+feared that the lad might not be alone. He would glance furtively about,
+like one who is expecting an enemy; and it was plain that he was
+meditating a retreat.
+
+Back of the rocks there was dry, firm land; and in this direction he
+looked, as if desirous of moving off.
+
+Ralph recalled the conversation which he had heard the day before about
+the runaway slave.
+
+"This man may be Jumbo himself," he thought. "I'll try to make him
+understand�me."
+
+Then, looking kindly in the negro's face, he said, in Spanish:
+
+"I think you are Jumbo. I am only a boy, and I am all alone. You are
+free; you can go where you will."
+
+And he pointed to the deep, free woods.
+
+Ralph had great difficulty in getting out this amount of Castilian; but
+the negro, whose own command of that language seemed to be of the most
+meagre description, comprehended his meaning. He took the spirit, if not
+the words.
+
+A grateful expression came over his dark face, and again he clasped the
+boy's hand, with the same flow of mingled African and Spanish upon his
+tongue.
+
+Ralph bade him a kind good-by, and he walked away into the forest,
+waving his sable hand with a gesture full of feeling as he disappeared.
+
+Our young sailor now proceeded to examine the animal he had killed.
+
+It is said that the timid man is afraid before the danger, the coward
+during it, and the brave man after it. Ralph was afraid after�it.
+
+He felt a kind of weakness about the knees, and wondered that he had not
+noticed it before. He remembered how the bristles had stood up on the
+boar's back, how the savage jaws had clashed together, and how he had
+seen the tusks standing out like long knives as the creature came
+straight for him.
+
+Now how grim the monster looked as he lay in the mud and water, just
+where he had dropped dead--not on his side, but with the legs doubled
+under him, and the stout, hoggish ears sticking up like ears of corn.
+
+"The next thing is to find my pony," thought Ralph. "Let's see--which
+way did I come? Here are my tracks. I�must have come out of that thicket
+yonder."
+
+Then, looking about him, he saw another line of tracks, and, going to
+examine it, perceived that it was where the boar had chased the black
+man across the morass. Most of the negro's footprints were lost in those
+of the hog.
+
+Almost at the moment in which Ralph reached his pony, he heard the
+report of a gun at some distance, and guessed that Mr. Arthur was coming
+in search of him. He answered the signal, and the planter, who had
+become anxious for his safety, soon made his appearance.
+
+"I had begun to be really alarmed about you," said Mr. Arthur, "and
+feared I should have to go back and summon assistance in the search. If
+you had not heard my gun, I�should have missed you, for I was just about
+to turn in the opposite direction."
+
+"Oh, I am sorry I have given you all this trouble!" said Ralph. "It is
+too bad. But you can't think what I have killed! I�am glad you have
+come, so that I can show you."
+
+"Why, how wet and muddy you are!" said the planter, "and how your
+clothes are torn! For heaven's sake! where have you been?"
+
+Ralph related his adventure, and told how the black man had gone into
+the forest.
+
+"I would not have had you take such a risk for all I am worth!" said Mr.
+Arthur. "What would your father say if he knew of�it?"
+
+"But the man couldn't get away, and the boar might have got at him
+before I could have had a chance to bring any one else here," replied
+Ralph.
+
+"Yes, I know; but it was a fearful risk. No doubt the man was the
+runaway that I was speaking of to Mr. Osborne. At least, I�should judge
+so from your description. Osborne would have detained him, of course;
+but I am not sorry that you made no such attempt. I�should have been
+tempted to let him go myself."
+
+It was a great relief to Ralph to find that Mr. Arthur took this view of
+the matter--a�very singular one, he thought, for the owner of five or
+six hundred slaves; yet, from what he had seen of his kind friend, he
+was not surprised at�it.
+
+The planter was curious to visit the scene of the adventure, and, with
+some difficulty, they made their way to the place.
+
+"Why, Ralph," he exclaimed, looking at the dead animal, and then at the
+surroundings of the spot, "it is fearful! Had I known what you were
+about, I�should have given you up for lost. Not a tree within twenty
+rods of you! Suppose you had failed to kill him? It frightens me to
+think of�it!"
+
+Going to the ledge beyond, they saw where the negro had scrambled up
+with muddy feet, and where the sharp hoofs of the boar had scratched
+long lines on the rock.
+
+It was easy to see how the large, loose stone, which had prevented the
+fugitive's escape, had slipped from its place as he tried to climb
+over�it.
+
+"Well, well," said Mr. Arthur, "you ought to have one good friend in the
+forest, and I guess you have! I�don't think that poor fellow will ever
+forget you."
+
+Ralph felt that this was pay enough, even though the friend was only a
+poor negro, whom he might never see again.
+
+And now, leaving the huge game where it had fallen, he accompanied the
+good planter back to the little village of huts, where Mrs. Arthur and
+Camilla were awaiting them in some anxiety.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+OUR SAILOR BOY DISLIKES MR. OSBORNE.
+
+"Oh, how dreadful!" exclaimed Camilla, as she listened to the recital of
+what had taken place.
+
+"I am thinking of his mother," said Mrs. Arthur, "and I am so
+thankful--so thankful--that he is safe!"
+
+Mr. Osborne took a very practical view of the matter.
+
+"You could have kept the negro, I suppose," he said, "as you had your
+gun; but then it might not have been very easy to get him anywhere, you
+being a boy."
+
+"I didn't wish to _get him anywhere_," replied Ralph. "I�wished him to
+go where he liked."
+
+"Of course; it wasn't your business to catch runaway negroes," said the
+overseer, "and you did perfectly right. Only I wish I could have been
+there. Did he seem to be afraid of you?"
+
+"No, sir; I laid down my gun."
+
+"Suppose he had taken it up?"
+
+"I never thought of such a thing, sir; I was trying to help him, and he
+knew�it."
+
+"I wouldn't have trusted him," remarked the overseer.
+
+"I did trust him, sir; or, rather, I didn't think anything about it.
+I�wanted to stop his leg from bleeding."
+
+"Was he in a hurry to be off after you had fixed him�up?"
+
+"He looked uneasy, as if afraid that somebody else might come before he
+could get away."
+
+"Perhaps he expected you to take up your gun and order him to march for
+his old quarters?"
+
+"I don't know how that was," said Ralph; "but the gun lay all the while
+where he could have taken it up if he would."
+
+"What did you say to him?"
+
+"I told him he was free. And it almost made me cry to see how grateful
+he appeared for what I had done. I�hope he has some good place to
+stay�in."
+
+"No danger," said the overseer; "he has a good enough place for this
+climate, and lives on the fat of the land, besides. I�think some of my
+negroes could go straight to him within the next two hours, but they
+won't tell."
+
+"And do they never run away, too?" asked Ralph.
+
+"Yes; but I have generally got them back. Sometimes they are arrested by
+the Spanish soldiers, if they venture out of the woods; and sometimes,
+when they keep in their hiding-places, I�track them out myself."
+
+"And do you whip them when you get them back?"
+
+"Of course I do; that teaches them better than to risk it again."
+
+Somehow, Ralph did not like Mr. Osborne; for, besides that it was hard
+to help associating him with the cruel office he occupied, there was a
+something in him as an individual which repelled the boy's quick,
+intuitive sympathies. Practically he might be better than most
+overseers, but how could he be otherwise under a superior like Mr.
+Arthur?
+
+Ralph had brought in the parrots and paroquets that he had shot, for he
+had not forgotten them on remounting his pony, and he now took off their
+skins in a very artistic manner, leaving the beautiful plumage almost
+unruffled, much to the delight of Camilla, who thanked him for his
+thoughtfulness of her.
+
+Upon the journey homeward, the two spotted ponies, keeping close
+together, galloped, trotted or walked, according to the fancies of their
+riders or the variations of the road, while the horses of the older
+people jogged more steadily.
+
+"I wonder," said Camilla, "if Jumbo will not often think of you? I�know
+he will, though--he cannot help�it."
+
+"I hope he will," said Ralph; "and I hope, too, that he will not suffer.
+Your father does not seem at all anxious to get him back."
+
+"Oh, no! papa does not care for his running away. He says that if the
+revolution should succeed, the new government would free all the slaves,
+and he is willing that this should be done. Somehow, he is a slaveholder
+against his will."
+
+"Do you like Mr. Osborne?" asked Ralph.
+
+"Not very well. Papa has a high opinion of him as an overseer, but I do
+think that even papa himself is not quite satisfied with all that was
+done while we were away in the United States."
+
+"The revolutionists appear to ruin a great many sugar plantations," said
+Ralph. "Do you ever feel afraid of being molested?"
+
+"Yes, mamma and I do, because they sometimes come very near us; but papa
+says he does not think there is any danger. They know what his
+sentiments are; besides, he is an _Americano_, and they have a great
+respect for _los Americanos_."
+
+"And isn't he afraid, then, of the Spanish government?"
+
+"No; he takes no active part on either side; only his feelings are with
+the liberal party. I�think papa is not much of a politician."
+
+"I know how he feels," said Ralph; "he is good and kind, and wants
+everybody to be free. He is one of the best men I ever saw."
+
+"He really is!" exclaimed Camilla, enthusiastically. "He is just as good
+as any one _can_ be. And," she added, with childlike earnestness, "he
+likes you ever so much, too."
+
+Ralph was perfectly happy upon this ride; and when the party reached
+home, it was to be greeted by the unaffected welcome of the negroes,
+old and young, who were evidently much attached to their master and his
+household. The parrots chattered, and the song-birds sang, while the
+odor of the orange blossoms was well in keeping with the rest.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+A NEW PROPOSITION.
+
+Next day the planter and his young guest visited the city, and returned
+with Captain Weston. He was thrilled by the story of Ralph's encounter
+with the wild boar. It shocked him to think how narrowly a dreadful
+calamity had been escaped, and he all the while attending to his
+ordinary duties, in ignorance of the danger.
+
+"Captain," said Mr. Arthur, as they sat conversing together after
+reaching the plantation, "I�have a proposition to make. Why not let
+Ralph remain with me till your return from Philadelphia? I�may take a
+journey or two about the island within the next few weeks, upon
+business, and probably he would enjoy going with me. It would give him
+an opportunity to see more of Cuba than he is likely to see in any other
+way."
+
+"I don't know what his mother would say," replied the captain. "She
+expects me to bring him home, and I am afraid she would be troubled
+about it. Besides, I�like to have him with me, though I know you would
+take every care of him."
+
+"I understand your feelings," said the planter; "but my wife is about
+writing to Mrs. Weston concerning the debt of gratitude we owe him; and
+should you consent to his remaining, I�think her letter will place the
+matter in such a light as to remove any objection on his mother's part."
+
+Mrs. Arthur seconded her husband very earnestly.
+
+"You cannot think how much we would enjoy having him here," she said.
+"He has such a kind, lovable nature, and is so bright and active. I�do
+hope it may be arranged that he may stay."
+
+Captain Weston revolved the matter seriously, and concluded at length
+that it should be left to Ralph's decision. What that decision would be
+he could have had very little doubt, as he glanced toward the boy and
+girl who were at that moment enjoying a swing under an orange tree of
+unusual size, the vibrations of the rope occasionally bringing down some
+of the golden fruit.
+
+Ralph was in ecstasies at the proposition, and Camilla's bright face
+lighted up with a pleasure that she did not try to conceal.
+
+"Oh, how nice it will be!" she said. "I am so glad you are to remain."
+
+A soft flush leaped to her cheeks as she spoke, and her beautiful eyes
+expressed an artlessness that was very bewitching.
+
+So it was settled that Ralph should remain in Cuba during the two months
+which would probably elapse before the return of the Cristoval Colon to
+Santiago. His mother (for he could not have endured to think of Mrs.
+Weston in any other light) would be comforted by the knowledge that he
+was in such good hands. And then how much he would have to tell her when
+he should go home!
+
+Captain Weston was greatly pleased with the plantation and its
+management. He had seen much of Cuba, but never anything of this kind
+which appeared so satisfactory. He walked and rode with the planter,
+smoked his cigar with him, and admired his kind treatment of his slaves.
+
+After a tarry of two days, he returned to the city, accompanied by the
+planter and Ralph.
+
+As the latter mounted the side of the Cristoval Colon, he met a merry
+welcome from the tars, some of whom threw out sly innuendoes in their
+sailor style about pearls and pearl-divers, but he did not permit their
+harmless jokes to annoy him.
+
+After a pleasant visit, Mr. Arthur returned to the plantation; but Ralph
+did not accompany him, as he desired to remain some days with his father
+during the vessel's brief stay in port.
+
+He was not a boy who was afraid of work, and now, putting on his
+everyday rig, he applied himself with a light heart to the duties of the
+ship, lying stoutly back upon the slack of the tackle, while the sailors
+hoisted the heavy articles of the cargo, or running aloft to loose the
+sails for drying after the drenching night dews, and assisting to furl
+them at evening.
+
+"That boy is smart," old Jack Evans would say to his shipmates. "He is
+the best fellow for a captain's son I ever fell in with; he is always
+looking for something to�do."
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+OLD JACK SEES A REMEMBERED FACE.
+
+One evening, when Ralph went into the forecastle, he found Jack alone
+there. The old sailor had just been overhauling his sea-chest, and had
+in his hand the baby's shoe which he had so long carried for good luck.
+
+"I was just looking at it," he said, "because to-day I came across the
+father of that identical baby. I�hadn't seen him for about sixteen
+years, but I knew him in a minute. He was puffing his cigar, just as he
+used to do about the decks of the Moro Castle."
+
+"What!" exclaimed Ralph, "the very man? Oh, how I wish I had been with
+you! Who is he, and where does he live?"
+
+"That I don't know," replied Jack. "Of course, he didn't know me, and I
+hadn't a very good chance to introduce myself. He was jabbering with a
+lot of other Spaniards on a corner, with his _caramba_ and his _como
+esta usted_, so that I didn't feel like going up to him with a yarn
+about a baby's shoe. Which way he went I don't know, for I had to get
+back to the ship."
+
+"When was it?" asked Ralph, with great earnestness.
+
+"It was while I was ashore this noon."
+
+"Why didn't you tell me?" said the boy. "I�would have gone right ashore.
+But, no--I�couldn't have found him without you. Dear me! I�wish I could
+have been with you."
+
+"Why, my lad, it's of no consequence," said Jack. "You seem to think
+more of it than I�do."
+
+"But I want to see him," replied Ralph. "I�wonder if he is about here
+every day?"
+
+"Likely enough," said Jack. "But I didn't think you cared anything about
+the matter."
+
+"Well, I'm thinking of that baby's shoe," answered Ralph. "It seems so
+queer--the way you got it, and the way you have kept�it."
+
+"I know that's odd," said Jack. "I suppose my keeping it is all
+nonsense."
+
+"No, it isn't," said Ralph. "I don't think it is, I'm sure."
+
+"You believe a little in old shoes, then?"
+
+"I believe in _that_ shoe, Jack. I mean to go ashore with you, and have
+a good look for that man."
+
+"But we shouldn't stand much chance of finding him," replied Jack. "I've
+been here in Santiago a number of times, but this is the first time I
+have run across him here."
+
+Ralph looked anxious and excited; but he saw that Jack felt somewhat
+surprised at the interest he took in the matter, and so restrained
+himself.
+
+"After all," he thought, "it may have nothing to do with _me_. Just a
+baby on its passage to the United States. But, then, it was going to
+Philadelphia, and it was a boy baby; and I must have been a baby at the
+same time. I�wonder what Jack would say if he knew what I am
+thinking�of?"
+
+It would be strange, he thought, if he were really to get track of
+himself in such a way--the first of the tracks being made by that tiny
+shoe in Jack's chest. And then he reflected how improbable it seemed,
+when there were so many babies in the world, that he should have been
+_that_ baby.
+
+"I almost hope the thing will never come to light," he said to himself.
+"Perhaps it is better not to know."
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+IN A MENAGERIE.
+
+
+There is a distinct individuality among tigers, as among ourselves, some
+being gentle and tolerably tractable, while others are fierce, morose,
+and not to be trusted.
+
+In Mr. G. Sanger's menagerie, at Margate, England, there are two
+tigresses which are of exactly opposite characters. Both go by the name
+of "Bessy," there being an extraordinary lack of originality in the
+nomenclature of animals.
+
+The difference may be partly owing to the accident of birth, one having
+been captured while young, and the other born in a menagerie.
+
+One might naturally imagine that the latter would be the better tempered
+of the two, she never having known the freedom of savage life. But, in
+accordance with the invariable rule, the "forest-bred" animal is the
+tamer, those which have been born in captivity being always uncertain in
+their ways, and not to be trusted.
+
+Now, "Bessy the First" is forest bred. The head keeper, Walter
+Stratford, has the most perfect confidence in her, and can take any
+liberties with her.
+
+After I had paid several visits to the menagerie, I�thought that she
+began to recognize me, and therefore cultivated her acquaintance. Now,
+as soon as I enter the house, Bessy tries to attract my attention,
+expects to be patted and stroked, her ears to be pulled, and her nose
+rubbed, just as a pet cat would�do.
+
+One day I had an unexpected experience with her. Nearly the whole of the
+end of the room is occupied by a huge cage, in which Stratford delights
+in putting all sorts of incongruous animals.
+
+There are several varieties of monkeys, a�porcupine, a�goat, some
+rabbits and guinea-pigs, a�few geese and ducks, four cats,
+a�coati-mondi, two raccoons, a�jackal, a�little white Pomeranian dog
+named Rose, two pigs, and other animals.
+
+Thinking that the goat would like some fresh grass, I�went to the lawn,
+gathered a large handful, and brought it to the goat.
+
+Not a blade of that grass did she get. I had hardly held the grass to
+the bars when Rose flew at it, drove the goat away, and literally tore
+the grass out of my hands. Three times did I fetch grass before the goat
+was allowed to eat a blade of it. Ever since that time I have always
+furnished myself with a good supply of grass before visiting these
+animals.
+
+On one occasion I stopped as usual at Bessie's cage, and noticed that
+she stared fixedly at the grass. So I said, jokingly:
+
+"Why, Bessy, you cannot want grass. However, here it is if you want�it."
+
+So I put my hand into the cage, and was much surprised by seeing her
+gently scrape the grass out of my hand with her huge paw. Then she lay
+down, gathered the grass between her paws, and licked up every particle
+of�it.
+
+When she had finished it, she looked appealingly in my face as if asking
+for another supply; so I brought a fresh handful, the whole of which she
+took in the same dainty way.
+
+Meanwhile Rose was performing the most extraordinary antics at the end
+of the room. She had seen me bring in the grass, and naturally imagined
+that it was intended for her. What with disappointment, and what with
+jealousy, she was simply frantic, barking, yelping, jumping up and down,
+scratching at the bars of the cage, and expressing her outraged feelings
+in the most ludicrous fashion. Now I always give Bessy her allowance of
+grass first, and then take another portion to Rose and the goat.
+
+It is a rather remarkable fact that the carnivora are much more eager
+for the grass than are the deer, camels, antelopes and other vegetable
+feeders.
+
+As to "Bessy the First," she is so fond of Stratford, and places such
+reliance on him, that when she has cubs she will allow him to enter the
+cage, take away the cubs and hand them about among the visitors. In
+fact, she is quite pleased to see that her offspring attract so much
+attention.
+
+Very different is "Bessy the second." She never had a very good temper,
+but was not considered to be a very dangerous animal, until an event
+occurred which completely altered, or, at all events, had an evil
+influence upon her character.
+
+Nearly two years ago, three young lion cubs were in the next cage to
+hers. One day she seemed to be seized with a sudden frenzy, smashed the
+partition between the cages, flew at the cubs, and killed two of them in
+a moment.
+
+The whole attack was so quick and unexpected that Stratford had only
+just time to save the life of the third cub. Since that time she has
+been carefully watched, for when once a lion or a tiger has broken
+through a cage it is apt to repeat the operation.
+
+"Bessy the Second" is restless, morose and suspicious, and if any of the
+animals make a sudden movement, she starts up, stares at them through
+the bars, and often sets up a series of roars, which have the effect of
+causing every lion and tiger in the place to roar for sympathy, so that
+the noise is deafening.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES OF DUMB CREATURES.
+
+
+--Says a naturalist: "We came to a large piece of timber, and while
+passing through it, I�had my first experience with the honey-bird of
+South Africa. This curious little bird is, in size and plumage, about
+like an English sparrow, and gets his name from the fact that the little
+fellow, who is very fond of honey, being unable to obtain it for
+himself, will lead men to the places where the wild bees have hidden
+their stores of rich, wild honey. Whenever this bird sees a man, he will
+fly close to him, hovering around, uttering a twittering sound; then he
+will go off in the direction of the place (generally a tree) where the
+honey is, flying backward and forward in a zigzag fashion. Then back he
+will come, twittering in the same manner, as if to say, 'Come along:
+I'll show you where it is.' These actions are repeated until the tree is
+reached, when the bird will indicate it very plainly by flying to it and
+hovering around it. If the distance is great (and sometimes the
+honey-bird will lead a person who is willing to follow a distance of ten
+miles); he will wait on a tree until the follower comes up, and will
+then continue his business of piloting. He is very persistent, and will
+do his best to draw any one on; but if the party is not posted about
+honey-birds, and refuses to follow, or goes in the wrong direction, the
+bird will leave, probably in search of some person who will appreciate
+his efforts to provide him with sweetmeats. While the bees are being
+smoked out, and the honey taken up, the bird will hover in the vicinity
+until the job is done, when of course his reward comes in the shape of a
+feast on the fragments that are left. If he knows of other hives, just
+as soon as one is disposed of he will lead the way to another, and I
+have, since this time, known as many as four trees taken up by a party
+in one day. When the honey-bird has shown one tree, if the hunters are
+satisfied with that, and refuse to follow him further, he leaves them;
+but I have never heard of an instance in which the bird misled any one
+in regard to finding honey. It frequently happens, however, that a
+honey-bird will lead a person into very dangerous places, and unless the
+hunter keeps his eyes about him when following this bird, he may run
+right into a lion, a�venomous snake, or some other equally undesirable
+acquaintance."
+
+--A correspondent of a New Orleans paper writes: "Dick was only a big
+toad. The boys found him beside the road one day last summer when the
+June roses were in bloom, and triumphantly deposited him in one of the
+flower-beds, 'to eat the bugs and things off'n the pinks and pansies and
+rosemary; and, besides, you know, mamma, the other boys will throw
+stones at him.' That settled it, and Dick (as they gravely informed me
+they had named him) was left to enjoy his flowery home. Occasionally,
+when cutting flowers, I�noticed the exceeding tameness of the little
+creature, and was often assured by the boys, 'Our Dick is the very best
+toad in town.' However, I�noticed nothing uncommon until two or three
+weeks after they had brought him home, when I was attracted by their
+peals of laughter, and presently heard them calling, 'Dick, Dick! come,
+Dick!' I�slipped out and peeped around the corner of the house, and
+beheld a most comical sight--one of the boys down on his knees, holding
+out his hands and calling to the toad, which was gravely hopping toward
+him, making a peculiar little noise, until he reached the outstretched
+hand, into which he hopped and sat contentedly blinking his bright,
+bulging eyes. After this I noticed the strange pet more closely, and
+found he would always come promptly when his name was called, and seemed
+very grateful when presented with a worm or bug. He would come at any
+kindly call, but showed greatest preference for eight-year-old,
+mischievous Teddy, into whose hand he would always hop, and whom he
+would hop around after as long as he would walk around the flower-bed
+where Dick made his home, but never beyond its limits. And such pansies,
+pinks and other sweet posies I had there!--no cut stem or bitten leaves.
+Dick ate all the floral enemies up that ventured there. When the cold
+days of autumn came upon us, he left us, and we have seen him no more.
+What is the moral of this? Nothing--only that kindness and mercy shown
+to even so humble a creature as a toad will bring pleasures and a sure
+recompense."
+
+--Writing from Tecumseh, Mich., a correspondent sends this: "A�few years
+ago our house was infested with a large number of rats, which had taken
+up their abode in a recess of the cellar that had formerly been used as
+a landing-place for a dumb-waiter, but was now filled with odds and ends
+of every description. We had endeavored to rid ourselves of these pests,
+but all our attempts were in vain, and they held their daily matinees as
+usual. On hearing more of a commotion than common, one afternoon,
+I�softly opened the cellar door, and, to my amazement, saw nine rats,
+one of which had mounted a box containing potatoes, while the others
+were stretched out in a line leading to their den--the recess before
+mentioned. Now comes the most curious part of my story: The rat that
+stood on the box of potatoes would push a potato over the edge, then the
+rat in line nearest the box would roll the potato to his neighbor, and
+so on with each one till the potato was safely stowed away. I�watched
+them for some time, and, seeing the potatoes disappearing rather
+rapidly, I�dispersed the earnest workers by a stamp of my foot."
+
+
+
+
+PUZZLEDOM.
+
+NO. CCCLXXVII.
+
+
+Original contributions solicited from _all_. 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.
+
+
+ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S PUZZLES.
+
+
+  No. 1.  Calendar.
+
+  No. 2.  B E S T O W
+          E P A U L E
+          S A C R E D
+          T U R B I D
+          O L E I N E
+          W E D D E D
+
+  No. 3.  Wise-acre.
+
+  No. 4.  C A L A B O O S E
+          A N I M A B L E
+          L I M E R O D
+          A M E N D E
+          B A R D S
+          O B O E
+          O L D
+          S E
+          E
+
+  No. 5.  Mark Tapley.
+
+  No. 6.  M O C H E S
+          O T I O S E
+          C I C U T A
+          H O U D A H
+          E S T A T E
+          S E A H E N
+
+  No. 7.  Good-humored.
+
+  No. 8.      F A I R S
+             A B N E T S
+            I N T A I L S
+           R E A L L I E D
+          S T I L E T T O S
+            S L I T H E R
+              S E T E E
+                D O R
+                  S
+
+  No. 9.  Byrnehc, Pygmalion, Traddles.
+
+  No. 10.  G R A T I S
+           R E V E S T
+           A V E N E R
+           T E N U R E
+           I S E R I N
+           S T R E N E
+
+  No. 11.  Cover-shame.
+
+  No. 12.
+
+       H U M E C T A T I O N
+         P O L I A N I T E
+           B A T T E N S
+             S E T A E
+               D O R
+                 O
+
+
+NEW PUZZLES.
+
+
+NO. 1. NUMERICAL.
+
+      When trees and fields _complete_
+        Their garbs of green;
+      When birds and flowers sweet
+        Again are seen,
+  And airy zephyrs murmur by,
+  My 5, 4, 3 and 6 soars high.
+
+      Oh! how I'm in a state
+        Of agitation,
+      6, 1 and 2 I get
+        An inspiration.
+  'Twill be in vain--in vain my lay,
+  For spring will then have flown away.
+
+_Villanova, Pa._       VILLANOVA.
+
+
+NO. 2. SQUARE.
+
+1. The young of the great black-backed gull. 2. To come. 3.�Carves.
+4.�Granters. 5.�To entirely destroy (_Obs._) 6.�To grow smaller.
+
+  _Rochester, N.Y._       EGERTON.
+
+
+NO. 3. CHARADE.
+
+  _Prime_ not, ye fair ladies, or gentlemen wise.
+    To disbelieve what for your fortune will prove;
+  _Next total_, not gold, should select as a prize,
+    _Three_, friends, to the right, and marry for love.
+
+  _Danville, Va._         ALEDA.
+
+
+NO. 4. PENTAGON.
+
+1. A letter. 2. The pulp of fruit. 3. A shrub of the genus _Corylus_.
+4.�The Brazil nut. 5.�Deep blue colors. 6.�Contrite. 7.�A detached
+bastion (_Fort._) 8.�To admit extension. 9.�Rigid.
+
+  _Haverhill, Mass._        PYGMY.
+
+
+NO. 5. MUTATION.
+
+  Like a hawk that pounces on its prey,
+  Swift as lightning on a summer day,
+  Through the stillness of the air you came,
+  Without life, and more--without a name.
+  Man has called you _whole_--perhaps you are
+  Dross ejected from some brilliant star!
+  But methinks the spheres their place will yield
+  ERE TO TIME your mystery is revealed.
+
+  _Newark, N.J._      DEMOSTHENES.
+
+
+NO. 6. SQUARE.
+
+1. Gaps. 2. By reason of this. 3. A fleet of vessels. 4.�A sort of
+flying fish. 5.�A title addressed to a lady. 6.�The principal gold coin
+of ancient Greece.
+
+  _East Brady, Pa._       ST. ELMO.
+
+
+NO. 7. CHARADE.
+
+  Come here, my _second_--lose no time;
+    _First_ lively, don't procrastinate;
+  Although, my _all_, I'll spare no pains
+    To render you less obdurate.
+
+  My _all_! Yet truly as a _last_
+    I've learned to look upon my boy:
+  Most true it is, 'tis but a _one_
+    From sad distrust to life of joy!
+
+  _First_ dame, indeed, I would not be
+    Held in my _second's_ inmost thought;
+  Transmuted by love's magic power,
+    My _all_ my _last_ is, without doubt.
+
+  _Woburn, Mass._     GLEN COTTAGE.
+
+
+NO. 8. HALF SQUARE.
+
+1. Concise. 2. Birds resembling thrushes. 3.�A poisonous substance
+composed of minute fungi. 4.�Forms. 5.�Kinds of liquor. 6.�An iron chain
+(_Obs._) 7.�Exists. 8.�A letter.
+
+  _Boston, Mass._         PI ETA.
+
+
+NO. 9. NUMERICAL.
+
+  The _whole_ is a thing that drives away harm,
+  Defined by dear Webster as "a charm;"
+  My 5, 6, 2, 3, 3 is by the same called "not much;"
+  My 6, 7, 8, a "vassal," "subject," "person," or such:
+  My 5, 2, 3, 1 is "taste," "savor," or "a sailor;"
+  My 1, 2, 4, 3 of a coat is oft shortened by a tailor.
+
+  Now I think you have all you require to solve this numerical;
+  If not, I will tell you the _whole_ relates to nothing clerical.
+
+  _N.Y. city._          ATELLO.
+
+
+NO. 10. SQUARE.
+
+1. Barley-water. 2. A small particle. 3. A fine white powder or earth,
+without taste or smell. 4.�A paved way. 5.�To convey or transfer.
+6.�Tidier.
+
+  _Chicago, Ill._         U. REKA.
+
+
+NO. 11. ANAGRAM.
+
+TOM, THESE MEN CRITICISE COMMON RATES.
+
+  The law's strong arm and stern decree
+  Are turned against monopoly;
+  Justice and equal rights for all
+  Be ours though the heavens fall!
+
+  _Hazleton, Pa._       P. O. STAGE.
+
+
+NO. 12. INVERTED PYRAMID.
+
+_Across_: 1. The process of analysis by means of standard solutions
+(_Analyt. Chem._) 2.�Little tufts. 3.�Species of walls made of stiff
+clay. 4.�To steal (_Obs._) 5.�A letter.
+
+_Down_: 1. A letter. 2. A pronoun. 3.�To surpass. 4.�To impair
+seriously. 5.�A case in which the relics of saints were kept. 6.�To
+produce. 7.�A pronoun. 8.�A bone. 9.�A letter.
+
+  _Hoboken, N.J._        JUNIUS.
+
+
+Answers will appear in our next issue; solvers in six weeks.
+
+
+SPECIAL.--GOLDEN DAYS Puzzlers' Directory for each of the first correct
+solutions to Nos. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and�11.
+
+
+SOLVERS.
+
+Puzzles in "PUZZLEDOM" No. CCCLXXI were correctly solved by E. C.
+Lectic, Maud Lynn, Demosthenes, Barnyard, Skye Buckeye, Gemini, Egerton,
+H. S. Nut, Jr., Will O' the Wisp, F. Aitchell, Col. O' Rado, Dorothy
+Doolittle, Grepwic, Cricket, P. O. Stage, Sub Rosa, Fairplay, Alcyo,
+Tunie H. S., R. M'Bride, Jo Jo, Khimo, Lorrac, Billy Bluebottle, May Le
+Hosmer, O. Pal, Vladimir, F. Arce, Nue Norton, J. H. Mowbray, U. Reka,
+Sim Sly, Clarence W. Chapin, Reklaw, Io, Tom B. Stone, Toodlewinks, Jo
+Ram, Craftsman, Fly, Alpheus, Chinook, Puzz L., Teddy, Wm. H. Deucker,
+Annie Gramme, W. T. Anderson, C. R. Irving, Jr., Bennie Knowels, Monte
+Christo, V. G. Ohnja, H. U. T., Alphonzo, B. L. Under, Bryx, J. I. C.,
+Harry S., Jno. Bopp, Cale and Harry Allen, J. Evans, Alpha Sigma,
+Liberty, Brooklyn Boy, Jno. Beck, Howard H. Geiger, Earnest Fleet,
+Washingtonian, Annie A. Powell, Dick Ens, C. H. Sweetzer, Panama Derby,
+Orpheus, Jno. Fitzgerald, Henn, Reidsville, Mahdea, A. B. Y. Nomis,
+H.�C. Williams, Mas Ten, Panama Hat, Tidal Wave, Primrose, Geo. W.
+Phinney, J. F. Ireland, Laf A. Yette, Freddie Geib, R. O. Chester, A.�B.
+Williams, Lucrezius Borgers, Lackawanna, Laeno, Whisk, Effie W.McConkey,
+C. B. A., Puer and Swamp Angel.
+
+COMPLETE LIST.--E. C. Lectic.
+
+The specials were awarded as follows:
+
+  No. 1. Cricket, La Porte, Ind.
+  No. 3. Clarence W. Chapin, Akron. Ohio.
+  No. 5. E. C. Lectic. Chicago, Ill.
+  No. 7. Alcyo, New York city.
+  No. 9. Jo Ram, New York city.
+  No. 11. E. C. Lectic, Chicago, Ill.
+
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+
+NATURE'S SCULPTURE.
+
+BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE.
+
+
+Perhaps the strangest public work ever suggested by man was that of
+Dinocrates, whose scheme was to cut and carve Mount Athos into the form
+of a gigantic man, holding in one hand a town, in the other a cup to
+receive the drainage of the mountain before it reached the sea.
+
+His king, Alexander the Great, declined to accept his plan; though,
+amused at his extravagant notion, he gave him a permanent place in his
+attendance.
+
+A small village in Northern Italy to a wonderful extent fulfills the
+wild dream of the Macedonian architect, the houses being grouped in such
+a manner upon a broken eminence of land that from a certain point a
+striking resemblance to an upturned human face is outlined. In addition
+to a chin, nose and brow, a�white chimney lends an eye to the profile,
+while a line of bushes at the crown has the appearance of shaggy locks.
+
+Allowing that a vivid imagination has much to do toward perfecting these
+faces of nature's sculpture, and that a range of hills or coast line
+will lend itself to almost any fancy we choose, there are in different
+localities stones and cliffs bearing a remarkable resemblance to the
+human countenance, individual peculiarity sometimes being easily traced
+in these grave omens.
+
+As the voyager approaches Rio Janeiro, he sees in the distance,
+apparently rising from the sea, lonely and majestic, a�massive stone
+head, with the profile of the Iron Duke of England, the brow, the nose,
+the chin, each feature perfect in its outline.
+
+St. Vincent, of the Cape Verde group, has a huge volcanic rock which
+requires no grievous strain of the imagination to transform into the
+figure of George Washington in a recumbent position, the profile, the
+hair and even the collar frill being reproduced with remarkable
+clearness.
+
+Rising grimly from the whirlpool of waters beating fiercely the rugged
+western extremity of Santa Catalina Island, in the West Indies, is an
+isolated block of basaltic rock, many feet in height, bearing a marked
+likeness of a human face. It is known as "Morgan's Head," from a fancied
+resemblance to that noted free-booter.
+
+Among the countless rocks fringing the coast of Norway is one forming a
+striking picture of a horse and rider about to plunge into the surf,
+fifteen hundred feet below. This gigantic illusion, to the fanciful
+minds of the old bards presented the image of Odin as he disappeared
+before the advance of Christianity.
+
+In Iceland, overlooking one of its picturesque valleys, is a bluff
+surmounted by a colossal head, covered by a stunted growth looking not
+unlike a cap with frills. Before this august image the worshipers of
+Odin were wont to bow in serious reverence.
+
+The rugged coast of England has several of these faces of nature. Off
+the Cornish point are seen the Great Lions, and lower down the shore the
+Armed Knight. There is also the Old Man, the Old Dame, Duke's Nose and
+Witch's Head.
+
+Not the least remarkable of these freaks is the Old Man of the Mountain,
+who uprears his gigantic form amid a sea of cliffs and rugged heights,
+in the heart of that region known as the "Switzerland of America"--New
+Hampshire.
+
+  "What doth thy anxious gaze espy?
+    An abrupt crag hung from the mountain's brow!
+  Look closer; scan that bare, sharp cliff on high;
+    Aha! the wondrous shape bursts on thee now--
+    _A perfect human face_--neck, chin, mouth, nose and brow!"
+
+A face of granite that alone kept watch and ward over the country long
+ere the foot of man pressed its soil. In the grave, philosophical
+outlines is traced a resemblance to Franklin's countenance. At the base
+of this singular mountain lies a sparkling sheet of water, called the
+"Old Man's Mirror."
+
+More beautiful and wonderful than any of these grave images is the Maid
+of the Kaaterskill Falls, in the Catskill Mountains. With the mellow
+light of sunset falling obliquely upon the thin layer of water flowing
+over a sharp ledge worn and fretted by the continual wear of the current
+for ages, rock and spray together making up the illusion, is to be seen
+the fairy-like form of an Indian maid, with flowing hair and robes. So
+clearly does she appear that the beholder has at first the startling
+conception of gazing upon a living being, suspended in the waters.
+
+Indian tradition says that this maid of the mist was once the beloved of
+the Great Spirit; but herself falling in love with a Mohawk brave, she
+perished here, fleeing from her angry master.
+
+
+
+
+MONUMENT PARK.
+
+
+The formations from which this takes its name are among the greatest
+curiosities to be seen in Colorado. Pen cannot well describe them. They
+consist of a series of curiously shaped natural monuments, which have
+been formed from sandstone rock solely by the action of the weather,
+a�thin strata of iron on the top having protected these particular
+pieces and preserved them.
+
+No accurate estimate can be made of the thousands of years this work of
+the elements has been in progress. There are perhaps a hundred of the
+peculiar formations of different sizes and shapes, some of which are
+really fantastic.
+
+The Garden of the Gods is also a remarkable freak of Nature, partaking
+somewhat more of the grand and imposing.
+
+It is a secluded spot, hemmed in by great rocks stood up on edge and on
+end. They are some of the more marked of the numerous evidences on every
+hand here of a grand upheaval some time in the past.
+
+Imagine tremendous flat rocks, large enough to cover a quarter of an
+acre of ground, standing up on edge, 330 feet high, and you will have
+some idea of what forms the chief wonder of this garden.
+
+  G. B. G.
+
+
+
+
+BACKLOGS MADE OF STONE.
+
+
+It will surprise many persons of the present day to be told that the
+"backlog" of which we read so much in old-time stories was a large
+stone, a�porous stone being preferred if possible. This stone was buried
+in the ashes, and on top was placed the "back stick." The back stone in
+those primitive times played a very important part in the economy of
+early housekeeping. Matches were not then invented. Flint, steel and tow
+were the only means of lighting a fire or a lamp. Imagine for a moment
+the Bridget of to-day thus engaged, with the thermometer ten degrees
+below zero in the kitchen. The stone, together with the ashes with which
+it was covered, served to retain fire and heat through the night, and
+all that was necessary in the morning was a little kindling and gentle
+use of the indispensable bellows, and a fire was as readily made as at
+the present day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MAMIE'S LETTER TO HEAVEN.
+
+BY J. W. WATSON, AUTHOR OF "BEAUTIFUL SNOW."
+
+
+  An humble room in a tenement house,
+    Four stories above the street,
+  Where a scanty fire, a scanty light,
+    And a scanty larder meet;
+  A woman sits at her daily toil,
+    Plying the needle and thread;
+  Her face is pallid with want and care,
+    And her hand as heavy as lead.
+
+  There she sits with her weary thought,
+    While the tears drop full and fast;
+  There she sits and stitches away,
+    With her memory in the past;
+  Beside her, perched on her little stool,
+    Sits Mamie, a six-year-old,
+  Who says she is never hungry at all,
+    And never admits she is cold.
+
+  There she sits and chatters away,
+    Not seeing her mother's tears;
+  "Mamma, 'tis a month since winter came,
+    And I think to me it appears
+  That the Lord will never find us out,
+    If He's anything to give,
+  Unless we can, some way, let Him know
+    The street and the number we live.
+
+  "You see, mamma, last winter He passed,
+    While papa was sick in bed;
+  He doesn't know we are here, mamma,
+    And He doesn't know papa is dead;
+  And so it happened all winter long
+    We didn't have anything nice,
+  And so I think it would only be fair
+    If He came this winter twice.
+
+  "Do you 'member, mamma, that little, old man
+    Who gave me the bright, new cent?
+  Well, it wouldn't buy much to eat, mamma,
+    And it would not pay for the rent;
+  So I bought a sheet of paper, mamma,
+    And I've written a letter in print--
+  It's written to heaven direct, mamma,
+    And I've given Him just a hint.
+
+  "Shall I read it aloud to you, mamma?
+    Yes! Well, this is what I have said:
+  'Dear Lord, my name is Mamie St. Clair,
+    And dear, darling papa is dead;
+  I live forty-four in the street they call Fourth,
+    And the cold of the winter is here;
+  My mamma is poor, and I go to school,
+    And I hope you will send this year.
+
+  "'I hope you will send mamma a new dress
+    Of something that's warm and nice,
+  A paper of flour, some loaves of bread,
+    And a couple of pounds of rice;
+  And dear, loving Lord, do, if you feel rich,
+    You could send her some shoes to wear,
+  And two or three pounds of beef for soup,
+    Or anything else you can spare.
+
+  "'I've heard my dear mamma say many a time
+    That a chicken would do her much good,
+  And so, dear Lord, if chickens is cheap,
+    A chicken also, if you could;
+  With three pails of coal, if it isn't too much,
+    And some stuff for mamma's lame knee,
+  And oh, my dear Lord, pray don't think me mean,
+    But a dear little dolly for me.'
+
+  "That's all, my dear mamma, and now let me run
+    And send it to heaven at once,
+  For if He don't get it by Christmas time,
+    He surely will think me a dunce."
+  The letter was posted, the letter was scanned,
+    With numberless grins by the men
+  Whose duty it was to assort all the waifs
+    That came from the wonderful pen.
+
+  "Now where's the dear Lord?" said one of these men;
+    "That's me," said another, quite grave.
+  "Here's a letter, then!"--tossing the missive to him,
+    "And a twopenny stamp you will save."
+  The letter was opened, the letter was read,
+    There were very few tearless eyes;
+  The reader looked round on the silent group,
+    And then, with a nod, he cries:
+
+  "Now, boys, there is something in this that I like--
+    It's nature right straight up to win,
+  And we've all of us got to be lords right here--
+    So here is my dot to begin."
+  The dollars flew down on the table like snow,
+    They came from the crowd's great heart,
+  A letter was written by proxy and signed,
+    The proposer to play the part.
+
+  And so it came off upon one winter night
+    That there happened this strange affair;
+  A tapping came soft at Mamie's door,
+    And a very old man stood there;
+  He was clad from his head to his feet so warm,
+    And his beard it was long and white.
+  "Good-even!" he said, as he pushed in a box
+    Then vanished quite out of their sight.
+
+  They were speechless, and only could stare at the box
+    Directed to Mamie St. Clair,
+  From "The Lord in Heaven." What did it all mean?
+    And a letter beside was there--
+  A letter from heaven read: "Be a good girl,
+    And never do anything ill;
+  Love mamma as well as you do to-day."
+    And a fifty-dollar bill.
+
+  If I wrote from now till the crack of doom,
+    I could tell no more than this.
+  It was all packed down in that wonderful box,
+    And the dolly--oh, gracious! what bliss!
+  And in time that letter to heaven direct
+    Sent many and many a friend,
+  And perhaps a new papa--who knows?--may be sent
+    By heaven itself, in the end.
+
+
+
+
+          Striking out for Themselves.
+
+                BY F. H. SWEET.
+
+
+"Reckon we'll get 'em burned out by Tuesday week, Tom, and be ready for
+Pylant's oranges. Suppose the old fellow will want us to take pay in
+town lots, though."
+
+"He'll get left if he does;" and the lad by the fire removed the skillet
+of fried bacon from the coals and put the coffee-pot in its place. "I'm
+willing to work out a five-acre lot, but don't want any towns. Say,
+Dave, what do you think of the party going to Punta Rassa?" he added, as
+he thrust a stick into the bean-pot to see what prospect there was for
+an early supper.
+
+"Well, from what I hear, I fancy there is plenty of good land to be
+homesteaded in that section, and if we didn't have a good job here, I'd
+be for joining them. I�begin to feel a little anxious to have some land
+where we can be starting trees of our own."
+
+"Same here; but the land will come in good time, and while we've got a
+week's rations of bacon and hominy ahead, I�shan't kick against luck.
+But grub's ready."
+
+Both lads fell to with a relish. Beans seemed to be the central dish at
+almost every meal, and yet they somehow never seemed to tire of them.
+
+They had encountered a good many hard knocks since leaving their Western
+home, but were evidently none the worse for them.
+
+Dave Freeman, the son of a hard-working Kansas farmer, had come South to
+better his prospects, and with a deep but unexpressed longing to help
+the home folks.
+
+At Flomaton, or Pensacola Junction, as it is now called, he had fallen
+in with Tom Byrne, an Indiana boy, and the two had soon become fast
+friends.
+
+By getting occasional jobs along the way, and not infrequently "tramping
+it," they had reached their present quarters, near Panasofkee, in Sumter
+County.
+
+Here they had taken a contract from a "papertown" proprietor to clear
+five acres of land for seventy-five dollars.
+
+This was a low figure, as the ground was full of palmetto roots, and not
+only were the trees to be cleared from the land, but all stumps to be
+burned out.
+
+The boys already had been at work over two months, and hoped that
+another week would complete the job. On the first, their employer was to
+commence gathering his oranges, and they expected several weeks'
+employment with him.
+
+Although the work of clearing was very hard, the boys were rugged and
+hearty, and thoroughly enjoyed their novel surroundings.
+
+After finishing their beans, they put away the few dishes, and began the
+round of their stumps. Here and there one was dying out, and new fuel
+had to be piled around it. As one stump burned out, it was dragged from
+its hole and placed against the roots of another.
+
+And so, from one stump to another, adding fuel to this or dragging that
+away, their faces covered with soot, and looking more like negroes than
+white folks, the boys darted around, shouting gleefully to each other
+whenever one of the tall pines burned through and came crashing to the
+ground.
+
+A little to one side, and out of reach of the fires, the boys had built
+a little six-by-ten shanty, where they kept their belongings and
+occasionally slept. More frequently, however, they slung their hammock
+between two pines, near the camp-fire.
+
+At first, the peculiar roar of the alligators from the swamp near by had
+disturbed their rest, but they very soon got accustomed to it, and also
+to the startling challenge of a large bat, which is apt to frighten
+strangers by its sudden appearance and shrill cry.
+
+A few days before the boys finished their contract, a�party of surveyors
+stopped at their shanty to get a drink of water, and to see if they
+could get them for a couple of days.
+
+As the pay offered was good, the boys were glad to accept it, and five
+minutes were sufficient to put their few belongings into the shanty and
+to nail up the door.
+
+It took the party some hours to reach their destination, and as soon as
+they had partaken of a lunch, they began to survey a site for a new
+town.
+
+The boys had seen a great many "paper towns" since they came to Florida,
+but as a rule had taken little interest in them. They were usually
+ventures of men who did not have money enough to make their speculations
+a success.
+
+Tom and Dave were put to work carrying chain, and very soon became
+interested in the talk of their companions.
+
+The spot chosen was a very beautiful one--a�sloping hillside gradually
+narrowing into a strip six or seven hundred yards wide and running
+between two of the most picturesque lakes the boys had ever seen.
+
+[Illustration:
+"'WHY, BOYS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?' TOM LOOKED UP TO MEET
+THE KEEN EYES OF THE DOCTOR."]
+
+From the talk of the surveyors they learned that a number of them were
+railroad men, and that they were endeavoring to buy at nominal figures
+all the choice lands along the line of the new road before the settlers
+became aware of its value.
+
+They discussed their plans before the boys without reserve, and it soon
+became evident to the latter that the future of this hillside could bear
+no comparison with the other paper towns they had seen. A�number of very
+wealthy men were interested in it, and they proposed to make it the
+winter home of themselves and friends.
+
+"You see, gentlemen," said one of the men to his companions, as he
+pointed across the strip of land to the slope on the other side, "the
+road will wind around the lake, across the neck of land, and along the
+western side of the lake to the right, and then in almost a bee-line
+toward Palatka. Ten years from now, and this hillside for forty miles
+will be a succession of orange groves. Near the depot we shall have a
+limited number of business lots, while the balance of the land will be
+surveyed into large orange grove and villa tracts. It will be specified
+in each deed that no cheap buildings shall be erected. It is not a mere
+speculation, as there are already a dozen or more men who will begin
+elegant residences as soon as the land is surveyed."
+
+"Do you know, professor, who owns that point jutting into the lake?
+It is a fine building site."
+
+The speaker was a tall, sharp-featured man of middle age, whom his
+friends addressed as doctor.
+
+"No," answered the professor, "but I think a man named Pylant is the
+owner, and that the twenty acres beyond belong to a Dutchman in Eustis.
+However, we do not wish to make inquiries at present. They saw us when
+we came out, and should we go back now and value their land, they will
+put on four prices. Our policy is to go back as though we were
+disappointed in the land, and by the time we return next week they will
+offer it at our own figures. We can probably get it for two to four
+dollars an acre. It is thirty miles from any town, and as Pylant got it
+from the government, four dollars will be a big price to him."
+
+"And in twelve months it will be worth as many hundred," said the
+doctor.
+
+Tom and Dave looked at each other curiously, and wondered how they would
+feel if they owned a few acres on this hillside.
+
+At the end of the week--for the two days' work had lengthened into
+five--the boys were paid fifteen dollars, and told they would be soon
+wanted for several months, should they care to return.
+
+Everything was found safe at the shanty, and the boys went to work at
+the stumps with a will. At the end of the third day, the last root was
+reduced to ashes, and then Dave set to work to prepare a supper suitable
+for such an occasion. Fried quail (which they had snared), orange slump,
+pineapple shortcake, baked beans and a pot of steaming coffee graced the
+table (or rather box), while by way of dessert a pillow-case full of
+oranges, picked up in a neighboring grove, stood by the side of the
+banqueting board.
+
+Next morning the boys went to see Mr. Pylant.
+
+"So you've cleaned it up, have you?" he exclaimed, as the boys told him
+their errand. "I�saw last week it was most done. Reckon you'll want a
+little money and the rest in land. Sharp boys! know land is best--goin'
+up, goin' up all the time."
+
+"But if you please, Mr. Pylant, we'd rather have the money," said Dave,
+quietly.
+
+"Money!" exclaimed the "cracker," in astonishment. "Why, boys, in one
+year there'll be a city on that land, and you'll be rich. The lots I let
+you have for thirty dollars'll be worth a fortune."
+
+"We don't want any lots," replied Dave, decidedly. "We intend to get
+some land when we can, but we must have it large enough to put out a
+good grove�on."
+
+"Well, I'll sell you a five-acre lot near the village for two hundred
+dollars, and you can work it out."
+
+"Too much," answered Dave. "We want cheaper land, and are willing to go
+a longer distance from town."
+
+"But that's cheap," expostulated Pylant, who began to fear he would have
+to pay out money. "How far would you be willin' to go for land?" he
+added, as another idea seemed to strike him.
+
+"Not particular, if the land is good and price low."
+
+"Then I've got the identical place for you," cried Pylant, his face
+brightening; "splendid land, and on a beautiful lake."
+
+"How far?"
+
+Pylant hesitated.
+
+"Mebbe it's twenty miles or so," he at length said, slowly; "but it's
+good, and I'll let you have it low."
+
+"Twenty miles is a long distance from town," said Dave, dubiously; "but
+what'll you take?"
+
+Fearing he would lose the sale, Pylant lowered the figures he had
+mentally fixed upon, and said, quickly:
+
+"If you take the twenty acres, you can have it for three dollars and a
+half an acre. I�reckoned on sellin' to the party here last week, and I
+'lowed to myself I'd ask five dollars. But, somehow, they didn't seem to
+take to�it."
+
+"Well," said Dave, slowly, as though hesitating, "I�reckon we'll take
+it. Can you fix up the deed now?"
+
+"Right off!" answered Pylant, quickly, fearing the boys might change
+their mind. "Here are the other five dollars I owe you."
+
+Ten minutes later, Dave and Tom were the owners of the coveted twenty
+acres.
+
+For the next two weeks the boys worked in the orange grove and added
+another thirty-five dollars to their fund.
+
+Their living cost very little, and they now had nearly fifty dollars
+between them.
+
+Feeling comparatively wealthy, and with the prospect of, perhaps, weeks
+of idleness before them, if they remained where they were, the boys
+concluded to remove to their new possession.
+
+Provisions enough to last two months were purchased, and with these,
+and with a miscellaneous collection of kettles, axes, and other tools,
+the boys set out.
+
+Although the load was packed and strapped to their backs in the most
+convenient manner, it took two days to complete their journey.
+
+The third was spent in making a camp and looking up the stubs which
+marked the boundaries of their twenty acres.
+
+Like most of the high pine land in Florida, their tract was free from
+palmetto, and consequently much easier to clear than the low pine they
+had previously been at work upon.
+
+Four weeks passed, and they had heard nothing from the surveying party.
+
+Nearly three acres were cleared, and the boys were already calculating
+how many orange and lemon trees they would put out.
+
+One morning, as Tom was digging a hole under the roots of a lofty pine,
+preparatory to setting it on fire, he was greeted with a surprised:
+
+"Why, boys! What are you doing here?"
+
+And he looked up to meet the keen eyes of the doctor.
+
+"Clearing up our new purchase," answered Tom, quietly.
+
+The doctor's shrewd face broadened into a smile.
+
+"I see," he said, pleasantly. "But how much are we to pay you boys for
+outwitting us? I�saw Pylant yesterday, and was told that you had the
+land. The old man was nearly crazy, when one of us said we would be
+willing to go as high as twenty dollars an acre."
+
+"I reckon we don't care to sell at present," said Dave. "Our twenty
+acres wouldn't make much difference to you, who own as many thousand
+around the lakes."
+
+The doctor and his friends laughed good-humoredly.
+
+"That's right, boys," said the one called professor; "hold the land for
+an advance. It will come sooner than you expect, perhaps. But we shall
+want your services for the next three months, to help our surveyors; so
+be at our camp in the morning."
+
+After this the boys could not complain of loneliness. A�few weeks of
+surveying outlined the streets and blocks of the new town; a�sawmill was
+quickly under way; buildings went up rapidly, and here and there were
+displayed the new goods of enterprising young merchants.
+
+The fame of the new town spread through the surrounding country, and
+every day brought new arrivals, seeking work; and soon hundreds of axes
+could be heard on the hillside, clearing the land and making ready for
+the numerous young groves to be put out in the spring.
+
+Dave and Tom had all the work they could do, and utilized the evenings
+and odd moments in burning the trees and stumps on their land. By the
+first of February they had five acres cleared and fenced, and ready for
+trees.
+
+Believing the best to be the cheapest, they sent to one of the nurseries
+for three hundred and fifty budded trees. They took especial pains in
+setting them out, and in due time had as thrifty a young grove as one
+could wish to see.
+
+The trees cost them all the money they had earned and most of what they
+had laid aside; but when they looked at their beautiful young grove,
+they were more than satisfied.
+
+Before the end of the year the proposed railroad was built, and its
+advent made a tremendous rise in the value of land.
+
+The boys had had many excellent offers for their land before, but
+invariably declined to consider them. As the depot had been built very
+near them, they knew their place must advance rapidly.
+
+However, shortly after the erection of the depot, they received an offer
+of seven thousand dollars for the unimproved ten acres, and after a
+short consultation, decided to accept it. Dave had not seen his people
+for nearly two years, and was anxious to visit them. Tom, who was alone
+in the world, was to remain and look after their grove.
+
+So a few weeks later saw Dave walking up the lane to the old homestead.
+Knowing how particular his father was, he was greatly surprised at the
+thriftless look of everything. A�man was hobbling across the yard as he
+approached, and Dave saw with dismay that the haggard face belonged to
+his father.
+
+Their meeting may be imagined, and Dave soon knew of the broken leg and
+the long, hard winter following it, with no one to look after things and
+unpaid bills accumulating rapidly.
+
+"A sorry home-coming, my boy," said his father, with a wan smile.
+
+But Dave's story quickly changed the aspect of things. The bills were
+paid; pinching want was a thing of the past.
+
+And then Dave talked and argued until his parents agreed to return with
+him and spend the winter in Florida, and give that genial climate a
+chance to make his father well and strong again.
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 21._]
+
+                 JACK STANWOOD;
+
+                      or,
+
+              FROM OCEAN TO OCEAN.
+
+               BY JAMES H. SMITH.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+I BREAK JAIL THROUGH NO EFFORTS OF MY OWN.
+
+I was handed over to the custody of a little man, with big, staring
+eyes, and a magnified head of hair that made him look like a gun-swab.
+This was Mr. Janks, the jailor.
+
+He stood looking at me for some moments, swinging a bunch of keys on his
+finger, and then said, mournfully, "So, you've come, have you?" which
+made me think that he must have dreamed of my coming.
+
+Then he took up a small lamp, and, after examining me from head to foot
+as if I were some strange animal, he gave vent to a dismal groan, and
+asked me if I was hungry.
+
+Receiving a negative answer, he groaned again, and beckoned me to follow
+him.
+
+He led the way along a damp and chilly stone corridor, lined with little
+iron doors, which I needed no one to tell me belonged to cells, and I
+followed him very readily. My previous notions of prison treatment
+included the immediate ironing of the culprit to the extent of several
+hundredweight, and, finding myself mistaken, my spirits rose
+accordingly.
+
+He stopped before one of the little doors near the end of the corridor,
+and, opening it with a large key, ushered me into an apartment about
+eight feet square.
+
+This was my cell. The walls and ceiling were whitewashed, and the only
+furniture was an iron bedstead, covered with two coarse, gray blankets.
+
+Mr. Janks waved his keys around as if to welcome me to this abode, and
+then, instead of going out and leaving me to my reflections, he leaned
+up against the door and groaned once more.
+
+"The wickedness of these boys!" he said, passing his hand through his
+hair, and apparently addressing the ceiling. "Why do they ever come
+here? Why did you come here?"
+
+I hastened to explain that I did not come of my own accord, and so far
+from wishing to be in jail, if he would only have the kindness to open
+the door, I�would promise him to make my exit, and never return.
+
+"And so young!" continued Mr. Janks, without paying any attention to my
+remarks, and still apostrophizing the ceiling. "But it's allus the way!
+The younger they are, the worse they are!"
+
+Then he launched forth into a description of the number of bad boys who
+had passed through his hands, and endeavored to draw a parallel between
+their case and mine, but, I�think, with poor success.
+
+He kept up this monologue for at least ten minutes, while I sat on the
+couch and listened with anything but pleasurable emotions.
+
+At the end of that time he came to a sudden stop, and went out slowly,
+groaning dismally.
+
+When the sound of his footsteps had died away down the corridor,
+I�surrendered myself to my thoughts. And how I did think!
+
+What had been all my trouble compared to this? _In prison!_ The thought
+was horrifying!
+
+I felt now that I would not dare return home--for who would not shrink
+from me as a malefactor?
+
+Besides, I was extremely dubious as to my impending fate. I�was not
+afraid of being convicted of larceny, unless Mary Jane Robinson perjured
+herself; but I was desperately afraid of Mr. Barron.
+
+I knew he took the Lancaster Examiner, and should he see my name in it,
+I�felt certain he would pounce down on me, and then--well, something
+terrible would certainly happen.
+
+The sky looked very dark and cloudy just then, and you may easily
+imagine how bitterly I regretted my foolishness in running away.
+
+I lay awake for an hour or more thinking in this fashion, and then I
+fell into a fitful slumber.
+
+How long I slept, I don't know; but when I awoke it was with a strange
+feeling that I was not alone--that some one was in the cell with�me.
+
+I was wide awake in an instant, and my heart beat so loudly that I
+fancied I could hear�it.
+
+I listened intently, and presently heard a light "pitapat," as if some
+one was walking across the floor; and while I was trying to muster up
+courage to call out, there was a sharp click, a�flood of light illumined
+the cell, and I saw that the intruder was a man.
+
+He was standing near the opposite wall, and in his hand he held a
+lighted wax taper, with the aid of which he was taking a survey of the
+room.
+
+As he turned slowly around, I saw that he was young, rather
+good-looking, and well-dressed, and at the same time he saw�me.
+
+He started, and with an exclamation of alarm, dropped the taper.
+
+In an instant, however, he recovered the taper and himself, and advanced
+toward�me.
+
+"Who are you?" he demanded. "And how did you get here?"
+
+I related, in a few words, who I was and how I came to be incarcerated.
+
+He laughed lightly when I had finished, and said:
+
+"I suppose you wonder how _I_ came here. Look!"
+
+I looked, and saw an aperture in the wall about two feet square.
+
+"I came through that," he said, laughing softly at my evident
+astonishment. "My cell is on the other side. Now, I�am going to escape
+from this jail, and I want you to go with�me."
+
+I know now that his reason was to prevent my giving an alarm; but I
+thought then that it was because he took pity on�me.
+
+And I joyfully accepted his offer, although I couldn't imagine how he
+was to manage it, and I made a remark to that effect.
+
+"Easy enough," he said. "You have only a lock on your door, while
+there's a dozen bolts on mine. That's why I dug through, expecting to
+find the cell empty. However, it is all right. Take off your shoes."
+
+I did so, and then my companion put out the lights, having first opened
+the door with what looked like a piece of wire.
+
+Then he whispered to me to keep hold of his sleeve, step cautiously and
+not let my shoes fall, and then we moved out into the corridor, now
+black as Egypt.
+
+My guide also seemed to be in his stocking feet; but where his shoes
+were I couldn't imagine.
+
+We moved along slowly, but steadily, my guide seeming to know the way,
+and presently he opened a door with only a slight creak, and then
+whispered in my ear:
+
+"We are in the lodge. Don't breathe."
+
+Again we moved on and again stopped, and from one or two sharp clicks I
+judged him to be trying to open another door.
+
+Suddenly he drew me forward. I felt a rush of cold air, and the next
+instant I was out of jail.
+
+"Wait!" said my companion.
+
+And he closed the wicket gate, and locked it noiselessly.
+
+"If they find the gate open, they'll smell a rat," he remarked. "Now
+then, my boy, come�on."
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+I BECOME A WANDERER AND FALL INTO LUCK.
+
+I kept closely by his side, and for half an hour we moved along, keeping
+in the shadow of the houses, until we reached the outskirts of the town.
+
+"Now then," said my companion, speaking for the first time, "put on your
+shoes."
+
+I did so, and very glad I was to do it. At the same time he reached down
+and drew off his stockings, and then I saw they had been drawn on over
+his boots.
+
+Then he took my hand, and we walked along steadily and swiftly for an
+hour, until the lights of Lancaster had faded in the distance, and not
+until then did my companion fall into a walk and conversation.
+
+"What did you say you were in for?" he asked.
+
+"For nothing," I answered, promptly.
+
+This seemed to amuse him greatly.
+
+"Of course not," said he, after an outburst of laughter. "I�never saw a
+prisoner in my life who wasn't innocent!"
+
+I attempted to explain, but he wouldn't listen.
+
+"No matter--it's not my business. It was forgery with me--ten years at
+the least; and I couldn't stand that, you know."
+
+"Certainly not," said I, not knowing what else to say.
+
+Then, by way of turning the conversation, I�inquired how he came to be
+provided with tools to effect his escape.
+
+He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, as if he suspected me of some
+hidden motive in asking the question, and then, apparently satisfied
+with the scrutiny, he informed me that his friends had sent him pies
+every day for two weeks past.
+
+"Pies?" I exclaimed, in open-mouthed wonder.
+
+"Yes, pies," he said, gravely. "Don't you see? Nothing but the crusts.
+Inside were keys, saws and a jimmy."
+
+"A _jimmy_?"
+
+"Yes--here it is. That came in four pies."
+
+He took from his coat-pocket four pieces of steel, and in an instant
+fitted them together into a bar about two feet in length.
+
+"Not much to look at, is it?" said he; "but it is a crowbar, chisel,
+hammer and wrench, all in one. It only took me two nights to cut into
+your cell."
+
+"And how did you know your way out in the dark?" I�asked.
+
+"Because I came in that way, and I always keep my eyes open. Hello!"
+
+"What's the matter?" I asked, in some alarm, as he came to a sudden
+halt.
+
+"Nothing much," he answered; "only that I must leave you here. I�don't
+know where you are going, and I don't propose to let you know where I am
+going. Besides, it is much harder to follow two than one, and there is
+no use of us both being captured."
+
+"Captured?" I repeated, in dismay. "Do you think the officers will
+follow�us?"
+
+"Do I think so? I know they will."
+
+I was so terrified that my teeth chattered, at this announcement, and he
+noticed�it.
+
+"Don't get too scared, young one," he added, consolingly. "They won't
+look for you half as much as they will for me. If you travel right
+straight on, and keep out of their clutches for a week, you'll be safe."
+
+"But I haven't done anything," I said, tremblingly.
+
+"Oh, yes you have," said he, with a laugh. "You have broken jail, and
+that means a year at least, if you're caught."
+
+I was so overwhelmed at this dread piece of news that I could only lean
+up against a convenient fence and stare at him.
+
+"Come, come!" he cried, impatiently, "brace up! They haven't got you
+yet. If you go straight through this cornfield you will strike a road
+that will take you to Columbia. Good-by!"
+
+Before I had time to reply, he had plunged into the woods on the right
+of the road, and I was left alone.
+
+I was terribly alarmed, and lost no time in making my way through the
+cornfield; and when I found the road, I�sped along it at a rapid gait.
+Fear lent me wings, and I fancied every bush an officer.
+
+It was a warm but pleasant night, and the moon was just rising.
+I�calculated that it must be about midnight, and I determined that I
+would put many a mile between me and Lancaster before daybreak.
+
+So I set off at a dog-trot, and I kept it up until I saw the sun rising
+over the eastern hills.
+
+By that time I must have gone about twenty miles, and I was completely
+tired out, and very glad to crawl into the shelter of some neighboring
+woods and lie down to rest.
+
+Before I knew it I was asleep, and I did not awake until late in the
+afternoon.
+
+I was stiff and sore, and at the same time ravenously hungry. The first
+two ailments wore away as I started again on my journey, but the latter
+increased until I determined to brave anything rather than suffer any
+longer.
+
+The first house I came to was a small yellow frame, close to the road,
+with a yellow dog chained on the porch, and a woman frying ham in the
+kitchen.
+
+"Please, ma'am," said I.
+
+"G'way!" said she. "Here, Tige!"
+
+"Please, ma'am--"
+
+"G'way, I say! We don't want no tramps hookin' everything they kin lay
+their hands�on!"
+
+"Please, ma'am," I persisted, mildly, "I am not a tramp. I�want
+something to eat"--the woman started to unchain the dog--"for which I am
+willing to pay."
+
+"Come right in," said the woman, with a broad smile. "I�declare I
+couldn't have the heart to turn anybody away hungry. Tramps bother a
+person so that I get kinder suspicious, but I could see right away you
+were different from the general run."
+
+While she was talking she was busily engaged in setting the table with
+fried ham, potatoes, bread and butter and coffee, and I lost no time in
+falling to. I�paid a quarter for it when I had finished, and got away as
+quickly as possible, as I feared the arrival of some of the men folks,
+who might have their suspicions aroused.
+
+All that night I traveled on and slept in the woods again. Not to enter
+into particulars, it is sufficient to say that I kept this up for a
+week, until I found myself in the vicinity of Williamsport, and by that
+time I judged myself to be reasonably safe.
+
+So I boldly entered that city in broad daylight, had a bath and my hair
+cut, a�complete change of underclothing, and enjoyed a day of rest.
+
+When I started out again, the next morning, I�had recovered my usual
+spirits, and took to the road, determined to keep going as long as my
+money and strength held out. I�had twenty-five dollars of the former and
+an unlimited supply of the latter.
+
+All that day I tramped on steadily enough, buying both my dinner and
+supper for trifling sums; and, when night came on, I�thought it would be
+just as well to camp in the woods again.
+
+For that purpose I left the road, and, plunging into the forest on my
+left, I�soon came to a secluded spot, near a ravine�or gully, and there
+I made myself a bed of dry leaves.
+
+On this I lay down, and was fast drifting into the Land of Nod, when I
+was aroused by a sound something like the rattling of tinware.
+
+I promptly sat up and listened. Again I heard the rattling, and as it
+evidently come from the ravine, I�arose and began an investigation.
+
+Peering over the edge of the gully, I saw at the bottom, about fifteen
+feet below, a�bright light, and the rattling sound again smote my ears.
+
+By this time my curiosity was excited to the utmost, and, catching hold
+of a small sapling, I�leaned far over the edge to observe the why and
+wherefor. As I did so, I�felt the sapling giving away, and I made a
+desperate attempt to recover myself.
+
+It was no use. Down went the sapling into the ravine and I along
+with�it.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+I MEET AN ECCENTRIC DOCTOR AND ENTER INTO HIS SERVICE.
+
+The sapling and I fell directly on a fire of branches, from which came
+the light at which I had been gazing.
+
+I was slightly stunned, but I scrambled to my feet just as a heavy hand
+was laid on my collar, and a gruff voice said:
+
+"Vell! here's a precious go!"
+
+I looked up, and saw that the voice and hand belonged to the same
+person--a�short, stout man, with sallow complexion and glistening black
+eyes. His dress was a curious compound of broad, glazed hat and blue
+shift of a sailor and the flashy check vest and pantaloons of a peddler.
+
+"Vere did you come from, anyhow," he demanded, before I had finished my
+survey, "a-busting down on a chap vithout varning, and a smashing of his
+pots and kettles?"
+
+"Pots and kettles?" I repeated, inquiringly.
+
+For answer he pointed indignantly to the ground, and then I saw what
+damage my descent had caused.
+
+A rusty coffee-pot, a little dish and a skillet were scattered among the
+embers of the fire.
+
+"That's vot you did," said he, resentfully. "Here vos I, a-cooking my
+supper and a-thinking of just nothink at all, when all of a suddent down
+you come, like a cannon-ball, and avay goes everythink! It was werry
+aggerwating because it was nearly done."
+
+"I assure you, sir," said I, very contritely, "that I had no intention
+of falling on your fire or your supper."
+
+Then I explained the cause of my sudden descent, and wound up by
+offering to pay for the damage.
+
+By this time the man had entirely recovered his temper--if he had ever
+lost it, which I very much doubt--and smiled kindly.
+
+"Vell, vell, there ain't much harm done except putting my supper back
+half an hour. Put up your money, my boy, and join�me."
+
+Then he righted the utensils, and whistling a lively air, prepared the
+meal anew. And this he did with an adroitness that proved the task to be
+by no means an unusual one.
+
+Within half an hour, he had made a pot of coffee, a�pan of biscuits and
+a savory stew, and we were soon discussing this supper very amiably
+together.
+
+After supper he washed out the dishes and utensils in a brook near by,
+and lying at full length on the ground, composed himself for a smoke.
+
+All this time I had been regarding him in silence, but with considerable
+curiosity, and I had about made up my mind that he was a gipsy, on his
+way to join his tribe, when he startled me by saying, abruptly:
+
+"Look 'ere!"
+
+I intimated that I was all attention.
+
+"Who are you?" he asked, bluntly.
+
+"Jack Wood," I answered, promptly, although a trifle nervously.
+
+"My name is Miles Norris," he rejoined, after a long pause. "I'm a
+wender of physics and knickknacs."
+
+"A doctor?"
+
+"Not exactly," he replied, rising on his elbow and winking at me
+significantly. "I�cures people as hasn't got nothink the matter vith 'em
+and thinks they has."
+
+This sentence was too deep for me to fathom, and on my intimating as
+much, he condescended to explain.
+
+"I go round the country selling my own medicines, which is Norris's
+Golden Balsam, wot cures all kinds of pains, cuts and bruises,
+whatsomedever they may be; fifty cents a bottle, small bottles
+twenty-five. Then there's the Lightning Toothache Drops, wot cures that
+hagonizing malady in one second, or money refunded--twenty-five cents a
+bottle. And finally, 'ere we 'ave the Great American Tooth Powder, which
+makes the blackest teeth vite in less'n no time, and makes the gums
+strong and 'elthy--ten cents a box. And each and every purchaser is
+presented vith a book containing fifty songs, all new and prime, free
+gratis and for nothink! Valk hup, ladies and gentlemen; who'll 'ave
+another bottle?"
+
+During this recital, Doctor Norris gradually assumed a professional
+demeanor, and near the close he rose to his feet, and gesticulated as if
+addressing a large audience.
+
+But at the close he suddenly cooled down, and assuming his recumbent
+position, said, listlessly:
+
+"Now you know me."
+
+"Certainly," said I; "but then I do not see--"
+
+"I hunderstand," said he. "You don't see no Balsam, nor Drops, nor
+Powder?"
+
+"I do not."
+
+"And you vonder vere they are?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Your surprise is werry natural," said Doctor Norris, with great
+gravity. "I�am out of those inwaluable medicines at present, but ven I
+get to my laboratory, I�shall roll 'em out wholesale."
+
+"Then you make them?"
+
+"In course. I couldn't trust anybody else."
+
+Then, after a pause, he added, slowly:
+
+"I don't know but that I might let you into my secrets if-- What did you
+say your name was?"
+
+I repeated my alias, and told my fictitious history.
+
+"So you ain't got nothink to do?"
+
+"Nothing."
+
+"How would you like to work for me?"
+
+"Doing what?"
+
+"Selling my medicines."
+
+"Done!" cried I, joyfully.
+
+"Hold hup!" said he, quickly. "I ain't quite certain. Can you patter?"
+
+"Can I what?"
+
+"Gab, I mean--talk? Are you good on that?"
+
+"I think I am," I answered, modestly.
+
+"And 'ave you got plenty of cheek?"
+
+"Oh, yes! Why?"
+
+"Because you'll need it. You wouldn't be afraid to stand hup before a
+big crowd and blow away about the Balsam, or the Powder, nor yet the
+Drops--hey?"
+
+I assured him that the prospect did not dismay me in the least.
+
+My companion then brought the conversation to a conclusion very
+summarily.
+
+"Then, Jack Wood," said he, "you're my man!"
+
+Then he rolled over and went to sleep, and although somewhat astonished
+at the suddenness of the doctor's resolution, I�thought his action a
+good one, and _I_ rolled over and went to sleep, also.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+TREATS OF MY EXPERIENCE AS A PHYSICIAN--I�REACH THE MISSISSIPPI.
+
+I awoke at sunrise, or rather Doctor Norris awoke me by a vigorous dig
+in the ribs with the point of his boot, and told me that breakfast was
+ready. I�arose at once, washed my face, combed my hair, and then
+astonished the doctor by the vigor of my appetite.
+
+During the meal he confided to me his plans for the future. He had laid
+out a route through Butler and Beaver counties to the State line, and
+thence through Ohio until winter set�in.
+
+"I make enough in summer to lay hup in winter," he explained. "It's an
+'ealthy and hinvigorating life, and I like it. I've traveled over nearly
+all the States between the Atlantic and the Mississippi, 'ave 'ad my
+hups and downs, and I wouldn't change places with a king."
+
+I rather doubted whether the doctor knew very much about kings, that he
+could afford to speak so positively, but I felt that it would be neither
+polite nor prudent to disagree with him.
+
+"I dare say I shall like the life very well," I�said, quietly.
+"But--what am I expected to�do?"
+
+"You'll be my assistant," said the doctor, in a lofty voice, as if he
+was announcing my appointment to a cabinet position.
+
+Then he went into details, and explained that I was to assist him in
+concocting and selling the wonderful remedies of which he was the
+inventor.
+
+This duty included filling bottles, pasting on labels, carrying his
+baggage, making his fires, and several other minor matters which he
+could not recall just then.
+
+"Ve'll camp out like this most of the time," he added. "Hotels is
+hexpensive, and I never stops at 'em, unless it's raining or I'm going
+to sell in the town. You von't mind that, vill you?"
+
+I was more than delighted at the prospect, and I said�so.
+
+"This man," I told myself, "is evidently a great traveler, and he is
+going West. If I stick to him my fortune is made."
+
+It did not take the doctor long to pack up his traps, and, dividing them
+between us, we journeyed along very agreeably.
+
+When we arrived in Butler we went to a hotel, and there, in the
+seclusion of our room, the doctor manufactured three dozen bottles of
+the balsam, as many of the toothache drops and twice as many boxes of
+the tooth-powder.
+
+At this distance of time I cannot recall the ingredients of these justly
+celebrated remedies, but I can cheerfully testify to their harmlessness.
+
+The balsam was composed of two or three simple aromatic oils, the
+toothache drops was merely a diluted essence of the oil of cloves,
+and the wonderful tooth-powder chalk powdered and scented.
+
+The labels for the various compounds the doctor carried in his oilcloth
+bag, and the bottles, boxes and various ingredients he purchased at the
+village drug stores.
+
+I am almost ashamed to tell you what enormous profits he made on his
+sales, and will only mention that he once told me that the bottle and
+label formed nine-tenths of the cost of the Golden Balsam, which
+retailed at one dollar.
+
+In these days the street vender of physic is an ordinary sight, but a
+quarter of a century ago he was almost unknown outside of the largest
+cities.
+
+After being a month in the company of Doctor Norris I easily understood
+why he followed such a life. In the town of Butler two days' sales
+netted him sixty dollars, and he made nearly as much in Beaver.
+
+He was not always so successful, but, taking one week with another,
+I�judged that he cleared at least fifty dollars, which was a bank
+president's salary in those days.
+
+His methods were such as are in use among this class of gentry all the
+world over.
+
+Having prepared his stock in trade, he would gravely walk down the main
+street, followed by your humble servant.
+
+Halting on the most prominent corner, he and I would arrange the boxes
+and bottles in attractive pyramids on the top of a box or a barrel,
+taking as much time as possible, so as to attract the attention of the
+passers-by.
+
+Having achieved this object, the doctor would mount on a soap-box, so as
+to raise himself above the crowd, and begin his harangue.
+
+He always began gravely, and not until he had made several sales did he
+venture on a joke or a witticism, although he had a plentiful stock of
+cheap wit, such as crowds delight�in.
+
+Another thing: When he spoke in public he used excellent English, and
+the cockney dialect entirely disappeared. He never explained this to me,
+but I suppose he was like an actor on the stage when addressing a crowd.
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen," he would say, in calm and measured tones,
+"Shakespeare has said, 'Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it!' and
+he was right. Medicinal drugs are pernicious, even when given by a
+practiced physician, but when administered by quacks, it is little short
+of murder. Now, in my medicines I do not give you strange and deadly
+drugs. The articles I use are all known to you" (this was strictly
+true), "the mode of preparation only being a secret. No pain, no danger
+in their use, absolutely harmless to the smallest child, yet so powerful
+that the most deadly ailments yield to their power."
+
+Thus the doctor talked on for fifteen minutes, taking the crowd into his
+confidence in a learned and fatherly way, until some fellow bashfully
+thrust forward a coin, and then the money rolled�in.
+
+The doctor was now in his element; he was witty, he cracked jokes,
+he told stories, and even indulged in snatches of song, and he rarely
+failed to hold his audience until his stock was exhausted.
+
+This operation sometimes consumed three or four hours, and sometimes his
+eloquence was wasted. But at all times he was cheerful and polite, and
+good and bad fortune seemed alike to him.
+
+I thought then, and I still think, that he was a remarkable man; and I
+am sure that he treated me very kindly. He paid me a very liberal salary
+of ten dollars a month, and whenever he had an unusually good day, gave
+me an extra dollar.
+
+All of this money I carefully stowed away in my belt for a rainy day,
+which I felt sure would come. And my experience did not deceive�me.
+
+After leaving Pennsylvania, we traveled through the small towns of Ohio
+until near the middle of December, as it was a very open winter, and it
+was nearly Christmas before the cold and snow drove us into winter
+quarters in Toledo.
+
+The doctor intended to treat himself to a three months' rest, and for
+that purpose hired two rooms and kept bachelor's hall, and invited me to
+keep him company.
+
+I received no wages; but as he was to bear all expenses, I�willingly
+agreed to the arrangement.
+
+These three months were absolutely uneventful, and about the first of
+April we started out again.
+
+The doctor had laid out a new route for this season. We traveled across
+country by stage to Keokuk, Iowa, intending to travel up the river as
+far as St. Paul, and then work eastward thorough Wisconsin and Michigan,
+and close the season at Detroit.
+
+But we never carried out our programme. My cruel fate pursued me--or was
+it punishment for my foolishness?--and at Davenport I was once more cast
+adrift.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+       INTERNATIONAL LESSON--FOR MAY 29.
+
+   Exodus 14:19-21. Golden Text--Isaiah 43:2.
+
+  Central Subject--THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA.
+
+           BY REV. D. P. KIDDER, D.D.
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+According to Jewish tradition, it was seven days after the Passover that
+the Israelites passed over the Red Sea.
+
+Before they left they were directed by God to ask (not "borrow," as it
+is in our version) of the Egyptians jewels of silver and gold, and other
+articles that would be of service to them.
+
+It was customary thus on the eve of a journey, or at the close of a term
+of service, to ask gifts. The practice corresponded to the asking of
+_backshish_, still so common in the East.
+
+The Egyptians, it seemed, readily and generously granted the request of
+the Israelites and supplied them abundantly. Thus, in some slight
+measure, they made return for the long years of unrequited service which
+the Hebrews had rendered to Egypt's land and Egypt's king.
+
+While the Egyptians were bewailing their dead, the children of Israel,
+having finished hurriedly their Passover feast, started on their journey
+of escape. Leaving Rameses, the western part of Goshen, they assembled
+at Succoth--"place of tents"--so called because it was a camping place
+for caravans going east, then and now. They were, perhaps, four days
+gathering at this spot, about two millions of people all told.
+
+The next point which they reached was Etham. This was a district of
+country just on the edge of the desert. From this point there were three
+routes to Palestine. The Israelites, by divine direction, took the most
+southern.
+
+They were at first surprised at this order of march; but it was the only
+safe one for them. The most northern would have taken them right through
+the country of the warlike and hostile Philistines, and the middle route
+(after passing the great wall which stretched from Pelusium on the
+Mediterranean Sea to the Gulf of Suez) would have brought them right out
+upon the desert.
+
+Several days had elapsed since the Israelites started on their flight.
+Pharaoh already missed them. His important works were brought to a
+standstill; there was no one to make or handle bricks, and the loss of
+so large and so efficient a body of workers was severely felt.
+
+A reaction takes place in the mind of the king; he charges himself with
+folly in letting the people go, and resolves to pursue them. He learns,
+also, that they have not yet got out of the land of Egypt, and he thinks
+that by the fact that they have turned south, and not gone directly to
+the east, they are confused, and he plans to catch them when they are
+hemmed in by the mountains and the sea.
+
+With six hundred of his swiftest chariots he at once sets out after
+them, leaving orders, doubtless, for other chariots as well as foot
+soldiers to follow as soon as possible.
+
+The Israelites were in the greatest alarm; there was no visible means of
+escape. They could go no further south, for the mountains were in front
+of them; they could not turn to the right for the same reason; the
+Egyptians were in their rear, and the Red Sea was before them. They were
+in a trap. This is what Pharaoh expected. The strategy on which he had
+reckoned (ver.�3) had worked admirably.
+
+
+THE PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE.
+
+  "And the angel of God, which went before the camp of Israel, removed
+  and went behind them; and the pillar of the cloud went from before
+  their face, and stood behind them:
+
+  "And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of
+  Israel: and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light
+  by night to these: so that the one came not near the other all the
+  night."
+
+It is singular that this blind king should so soon forget that there was
+a God in Israel, and that he was to come into collision again with that
+Being who had so often foiled, and finally, in the death of the
+first-born, had utterly crushed him.
+
+But none are so blind or so heedless as the obstinate and the
+unbelieving. It will be seen that the battle that is soon to follow will
+end as before--in the defeat of Pharaoh, and, as some think, his death.
+
+We have in this "angel of God" the same being that we have met so often
+before, who talked familiarly with Abraham and Jacob. He is the one who
+afterward came in the form of the flesh, and is called Christ.
+
+This time His symbol was a cloud, and at night a pillar of fire. In such
+a large host as that of the children of Israel were at this time, it
+would be necessary that there be some elevated central object, so that
+those of the people scattered widely, in caring for the flocks and other
+like services, should not lose the location of the camp.
+
+Some such arrangement was early found important in caravans crossing the
+deserts, so that it was customary to carry a round grate with fire, held
+aloft on a pole. The ancient Persians and some other nations carried a
+sacred fire in silver altars before their armies.
+
+At night this cloud over the camp of the Israelites was illumined by
+some strong internal fire, so that the host dwelt amid the darkness of
+the desert as in a city brightly lighted. It was a marvelous miracle.
+
+This cloud now changed its position as the Egyptians came near to the
+Israelites. It stood between the two hosts. Over the Egyptians it was a
+dense fog that cut off all their vision so that they could not tell what
+the Israelites were doing, while to the latter it was as though it had
+caught and held the rays of the setting sun, and poured a brilliant
+glory all over and through their encampment. The Egyptians, thinking
+that the rising sun will disperse the fog, wait for morning.
+
+
+THE ISRAELITES ENTER THE RED SEA.
+
+  "And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the Lord caused
+  the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made
+  the sea dry land, and the waters were divided.
+
+  "And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon dry
+  ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand,
+  and on their left."
+
+While the Egyptians were thus waiting, the Israelites were busy; they
+were making the best use of their time. They were making their escape by
+the way last of all thought possible--even the bottom of the sea!
+
+The crossing was made in the neighborhood of what are now called the
+Bitter Lakes. This was then most probably the head of the Red Sea.
+
+It was at a time of the year when the tide would help the action of the
+wind. If there were shoals or flats at the place where the crossing is
+supposed to have occurred, as there are now at Suez, the wind and the
+tide clearing a passage there would leave deep water on both sides of
+the passage-way, and this most probably is the meaning of the expression
+that the waters were a wall to them on either side.
+
+  "They were a defense; not necessarily perpendicular cliffs, as they
+  were often pictured. God could make the water stand in precipices if
+  He should so choose, and such a conception is more impressive to the
+  imagination, but it is certain that the language of the text may
+  mean simply that the water was a protection on the right and on the
+  left flanks of the host. Thus, in Nahum 3:8, No (Thebes) is said to
+  have the sea (the broad Nile) for the rampart and a wall--that is,
+  a�defense, a�protection against enemies. It is true that in poetical
+  passages the waters are said to have stood 'as a heap' (Exod. 15:8;
+  Psa. 78:13); but so they are also, in the same style, said to have
+  been 'congealed in the heart of the sea,' and the peaks of the
+  trembling Horeb are said to have 'skipped like rams, and the little
+  hills like lambs' (Psa. 114:4). Of course these expressions are not
+  to be literally and prosaically interpreted."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The wind thus prevailed all night, to keep the passage open until all
+the Israelites had crossed and the pursuing Egyptians had got well into
+the sea.
+
+
+THE ENEMY FOLLOW CLOSELY.
+
+  "And the Egyptians pursued, and went in after them to the midst of
+  the sea, even all Pharaoh's horses, his chariots and his horsemen.
+
+  "And it came to pass that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto
+  the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the
+  cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians.
+
+  "And took off their chariot wheels, that they drave them heavily; so
+  that the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel; for
+  the Lord fighteth for them against the Egyptians."
+
+Surrounded by darkness and enveloped by the fog, the Egyptians did not
+know that they were rushing into the midst of the sea. It is not said
+that Pharaoh went in, and yet as the post of the king is usually
+represented on the ancient monuments as leading his soldiers--marching
+at their head--it may be, as some think, that his chariot led those six
+hundred chariots, and that he perished with them.
+
+  "The chariots of Egypt were very famous. According to Diodorus
+  Siculus, Rameses II had twenty-seven thousand in his army.
+  The processes of manufacture of chariots and harness are fully
+  illustrated by existing sculptures, in which also are represented
+  the chariots used by neighboring nations."--_Rev. H. W. Phillot._
+
+At this point the movements of the Egyptians are very much impeded.
+Shortly after midnight, the fog changed into�a storm cloud, blazing with
+lightning and growling with thunder. This was terrifying to the
+Egyptians in the extreme, as they were not accustomed to thunderstorms,
+and scarcely ever saw rain.
+
+  "Showers of rain also came down from the sky, and dreadful thunder
+  and lightning, with flashes of fire. Thunderbolts also were darted
+  upon them; nor was there anything which God sends upon men as
+  indications of His wrath which did not happen at this
+  time."--_Josephus._
+
+Psalms 77:15-20 refers to this storm. Although the Israelites went
+through dry-shod, the pursuing chariots sank in the mire, were buried in
+the sand, and in some cases the wheels were wrenched off, so that the
+superstitious Egyptians recognized the fact that the God of Israel was
+fighting against them. They therefore began to retreat. In the meantime
+the children of Israel had an abundance of time to make good their
+escape.
+
+  "Before the captivity, the night (between sunset and sunrise) was
+  divided by the Israelites into three watches--the first watch, the
+  middle watch and the morning watch. It appears that the Israelites
+  had the space of two watches, at least (or eight hours), for
+  effecting their passage."--_Murphy._
+
+
+THE OVERTHROW OF PHARAOH'S HOST.
+
+  "And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand over the sea,
+  that the waters may come again upon the Egyptians, upon their
+  chariots and upon their horsemen.
+
+  "And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea
+  returned to his strength when the morning appeared; and the
+  Egyptians fled against it, and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in
+  the midst of the sea.
+
+  "And the waters returned, and covered the chariots, and the
+  horsemen, and all the host of Pharaoh that came into the sea after
+  them; there remained not so much as one of them."
+
+After the fugitives had safely gained the farther shore, and while the
+Egyptians were still struggling in the middle of the passage, through
+the gray of the dawn they saw the majestic form of Moses rise upon the
+opposite bank. They saw him stretch forth that terrible rod--that rod
+which had left so many deep scars upon the fair land of Egypt--and
+immediately the wind ceased, its strong pressure was relaxed, the sudden
+swell of the tide caught the waters, and they, as if impatient of
+restraint, leaped again to their wonted channel, burying the hopeless
+and helpless enemy.
+
+  "A�sudden cessation of the wind at sunrise, coinciding with a spring
+  tide (it was full moon), would immediately convert the low, flat
+  sand-banks, first into a quicksand, and then into a mass of waters,
+  in a time far less than would suffice for the escape of a single
+  chariot or horseman loaded with heavy corselet."--_Canon Cook._
+
+The destruction was as complete as it was sudden. Not one escaped. The
+disaster was overwhelming, crushing. The Egyptians never again disturbed
+the Israelites during all their after wanderings.
+
+
+THIS WAS THE LORD'S DOINGS.
+
+  "But the children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the
+  sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand and on
+  their left.
+
+  "Thus the Lord saved Israel that day out of the hand of the
+  Egyptians; and Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the seashore.
+
+  "And Israel saw that great work which the Lord did upon the
+  Egyptians; and the people feared the Lord, and believed the Lord,
+  and his servant Moses."
+
+There was only one explanation of this event, and that was the Lord
+wrought it. There could be no room in the mind of any of the children of
+Israel to doubt that God was with them. Repeatedly had they seen their
+enemies baffled and discomfited; now they saw them destroyed. What folly
+to contend with such a God! Would it be possible for these people thus
+delivered ever to doubt God? ever to distrust Him? ever to disobey Him?
+It would seem not.
+
+They had every reason to believe Him, to be grateful to Him, to love and
+serve Him devotedly. Without lifting a finger, they, an unarmed people,
+with not a soldier in all their ranks, nor a weapon worthy the name, had
+triumphed over a chosen detachment of the finest army in the world at
+that time, led, too, by a king who was familiar with battles and
+accustomed to victories.
+
+Josephus says that, after the passage of the sea by the Israelites,
+a�west wind set in, which (assisted by the current) drove the bodies of
+the drowned Egyptians to the eastern side of the gulf, where many of
+them were cast up upon the shore. In this way, Moses, according to him,
+obtained weapons and armor for a considerable number of Israelites.
+
+
+
+
+  WHAT THEY DO WHEN IT RAINS.
+
+  By Carrie Cathcart Day.
+
+
+         "Where do you go,
+           Sweet, happy bird,
+          When wild winds blow
+           And storms are heard?
+  Do you not dread the rushing rain,
+  And wish the sky was bright again?"
+
+         "Tweet oh! I fly
+           To nestlings near--
+          To hush their cry,
+           And soothe their fear;
+  And o'er them all my wings I fold,
+  To keep them safely from the cold."
+
+         "Where do you run,
+           Dear little duck?
+          Is the rain fun,
+           And best of luck?"
+  "Oh, yes! Quack! quack! I swim in glee,
+  It never pours too hard for me!"
+
+         "Of course, good sheep,
+           You do not care--
+          Out-doors you keep
+           Through foul and fair;
+  Your coat is surely thick enough
+  To shield you from a tempest rough?"
+
+         "Baa! baa! baa! baa!
+           I let the geese
+          Have all the wet;
+           For should my fleece
+          All soaking get,
+  'Twould be too heavy for my play--
+  So to my shed I skip away."
+
+         "Why do you croak
+           So long and loud,
+          Queer froggie folk,
+           When comes a cloud?"
+         "Cree-crake! cree-crake!
+  Because our pollywogs, we know,
+  When ponds are full will nicely grow!"
+
+         "But, bumble-bee,
+           Your gauzy wings,
+          It seems to me,
+           Are flimsy things;
+  Should they get drenched, 'twould spoil them quite,
+  And you'd be in a sorry plight!"
+
+         "I crawl beneath
+            A lily bell--
+          A lovely sheath
+            That suits me well,
+  And when--buzz! buzz!--the sun I greet,
+  The roses all are fresh and sweet."
+
+          "Well, surely you,
+            My little lad,
+           Feel very blue
+            In weather sad?
+  You mope and fret and whine and frown,
+  To see the torrents driving down!"
+
+          "Oh, ho! oh, ho!
+            You do not know;
+           For _thus_, you see,
+            My trowsers go
+           Up to my knee;
+  I make believe to wade and splash
+  In puddles nice, with Puss and Dash,
+  And we pretend the shower pours
+  As hard _within_ as out of doors!"
+
+
+
+
+JACK-A-DANDY.
+
+BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK.
+
+
+We children had been wishing for a tame crow ever since reading Dickens'
+charming description of his pet raven. There were no ravens where we
+lived; but Brother Tom said crows were just as good, and could be taught
+to talk, too.
+
+And one day, when we were playing "Here we go round the mulberry bush"
+in the woods near the house, little Ikey, our colored washerwoman's boy,
+came along with a live crow in his hands.
+
+Of course we were curious to see and examine the wonderful bird, and we
+crowded around Ikey, who seemed bewildered at being the object of so
+much attention.
+
+"Where did you get him?" "What you going to do with him?" "How much will
+you take for him?" asked Tom, Josie and Fred, in one breath.
+
+But Ikey only grinned, as he answered each in turn.
+
+"Got him out of his nest in a post-oak. Dey was more of 'em, but I
+couldn't git ony dis one. I'm a-gwine to raise him if mammy'll let me.
+But I mout sell him, if I git a good chance."
+
+The opportunity was not to be lost, and in a very few moments Ikey was
+trudging homeward with a handful of coppers and two nickels--all the
+change we could raise among us, and we proudly carried our new-found
+treasure to the house.
+
+"Mercy on us!" cried mamma, holding up her hands. "What on earth have
+you got there?"
+
+"A crow," we told her. "And we're going to tame him, and teach him to
+talk."
+
+"Nonsense!" said mamma. "You don't suppose I'll have a _crow_ about the
+house, to kill the young chickens and eat up the eggs!"
+
+But we begged and pleaded, till at last she gave her consent to let us
+keep�it.
+
+"It'll be a great torment," grumbled grandma. "It's a _young_ bird,
+and you'll have to feed it like a baby."
+
+But we did not mind the trouble. Indeed, it was more of an amusement to
+us to feed our pet on scraps of meat and bits of bread. It opened its
+mouth so wide, and cried "Caw-aw-aw!" in such a satisfactory way.
+
+Ikey had instructed us as to the manner of feeding.
+
+"Jess you peck it on de head, an' it'll open its mouth like it does fur
+de ole birds," he explained.
+
+And we found his advice was good.
+
+We named our pet "Jack-a-Dandy," and he grew and throve so much that he
+was soon able to procure his own food, which consisted of crickets and
+other insects.
+
+He was so tame that we could allow him perfect freedom, without any fear
+of his deserting�us.
+
+As he grew older, he used frequently to fly into the top of a tall
+post-oak near the front door, from which he would circle around and
+around the house, then alight on the ground, and come hopping in the
+door, with a cheerful "caw! caw!" as if asserting that there was no
+place like home.
+
+"He's better than Dick Hardy's tame squirrel," Tom used to say, "for
+that has to be kept in a cage."
+
+"And Bob Rooney's pet coon has to be fastened by a chain," said Josie.
+"But Jack-a-Dandy is as free as we are."
+
+But mamma was not particularly pleased with Jack, and grandma continued
+to grumble over his misdemeanors, especially when he would rummage in
+her work-basket, and carry off her silver thimble or bright steel
+bodkin.
+
+"He's a troublesome creature," she would declare, "and if I had _my_
+way, he'd get his neck wrung."
+
+But we kept a good watch on our favorite, to keep him from getting into
+mischief.
+
+We had used our best endeavors to teach him to talk, but he was a poor
+scholar, and could not even learn to pronounce his own name.
+
+Still we loved him, and continued to take his part against his enemies.
+
+Papa had never said much, one way or the other, about Jack, though he
+was not very favorably disposed toward the race of crows. But when the
+spring planting was done, he took sides with the opposition.
+
+"If your tame thief pulls up my corn, I'll shoot him," he declared.
+
+"If he troubles the young chickens, he'll have to go," said mamma.
+
+"If he spoils my garden, I'll wring his neck," asserted grandma.
+
+And, as may be imagined, we suffered considerable anxiety about our pet.
+
+One day we were eating dinner, while Jack sat perched on the post-oak
+near the door.
+
+Suddenly a terrible commotion occurred in the chicken-yard, caused by a
+hawk which had swooped down and seized a young chicken.
+
+The hen-mother, however, attacked the marauder so furiously that it was
+unable to carry off its prey immediately, and before papa could seize
+his gun and reach the scene of conflict, Jack-a-Dandy had flown to the
+hen's assistance.
+
+He attacked the hawk so desperately that it dropped its prey, and a
+terrible combat ensued, in which Jack came off the victor. But not
+satisfied with this, he pursued the flying enemy a long distance,
+attacking him sharply when occasion offered.
+
+[Illustration:
+"BEFORE PAPA COULD SEIZE HIS GUN AND REACH THE SCENE OF CONFLICT,
+JACK-A-DANDY HAD FLOWN TO THE HEN'S ASSISTANCE."]
+
+You may be sure we had a great many praises and a sumptuous dinner for
+our favorite, on his return.
+
+Hawks had for years been a great pest to poultry raising, and even mamma
+espoused Jack's cause after his successful battle with the rapacious
+foe.
+
+And during Jack's life, not another chicken was molested by the hawks,
+as he kept a vigilant watch, and attacked every one that dared to
+venture near the premises.
+
+He even won the good-will of papa, by keeping rigidly aloof from the
+corn-field; but grandma was still fearful lest he might do some damage
+to the garden.
+
+She was very careful of her early vegetables, and the garden-spot was
+paled in, to keep the chickens and rabbits from making depredations on
+the early lettuce, peas and cabbages.
+
+But no fence would keep Jack out. Like the wind, he went "wherever he
+listeth."
+
+Much to our relief, however, he did not offer to molest the vegetables,
+but did good service in picking up the insects and cut-worms, which are
+usually such a pest about a garden.
+
+When he fell to devouring the squash-bugs, which were sapping the life
+of the "Boston Marrows," grandma's last prejudice was overcome, and she
+declared that Jack was worth his weight in gold.
+
+After that, she never went to the garden without calling Jack, who would
+give an answering "caw!" and hop gravely after her, or perch on her
+shoulder with all the confidence of a privileged favorite.
+
+As long as he lived, Jack continued to grow in the good opinion of the
+household. But, alas! he could not live forever.
+
+One day he sat drooping on his perch, and refused to be enticed away
+from it. He even declined the plump crickets Fred offered him in hopes
+of tempting his appetite.
+
+The next morning he was found dead under his perch. He was mourned
+sincerely by the whole family, from grandma down, and we buried him with
+great ceremony under his favorite post-oak.
+
+Tom sodded his grave, Josie planted a "mourning bride" over it, and Fred
+put up a shingle for a headstone, with this verse on it, which we all
+thought very beautiful:
+
+  "Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy
+  Loves plum-cake and sugar candy."
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 15._]
+
+                      THE
+
+               YOUNG GAME-WARDEN
+
+              BY HARRY CASTLEMON.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI--[CONTINUED].
+
+Silas was so completely wrapped up in his own affairs that the boys got
+close to him before he was aware of their presence, and it is the
+greatest wonder in the world that he did not shoot one of them in his
+excitement.
+
+He was really alarmed; but when he had taken a good look at the
+newcomers, in order to make sure of their identity, he laid his gun
+across the chair, pushed up his sleeves, and shook both his fists at
+Dan.
+
+"So you thought you would fool your poor old pap this morning, did you,
+you little snipe?" he shouted. "Well, you see what you made by it, don't
+you?"
+
+"I never tried to make a fool of you," stammered Dan, who had a faint
+idea that he understood the situation. "I�never in this wide world!"
+
+"Hush your noise when I tell you I know better," yelled Silas; and one
+would have thought, by the way he acted and looked, that he was very
+angry, instead of very much delighted, at the way things had turned out.
+"Here you have been and tramped all over them mountings, and never got a
+cent for it, while I have made a clean twenty-five hundred dollars, if I
+counted it up right on my fingers; and I reckon I did, 'cause your mam
+put in a figger to help me now and then."
+
+"Why, how did it happen?" exclaimed Joe, who, up to this moment, had not
+been able to do anything but stand still and look astonished.
+
+He knew that his father had captured one of the robbers without help
+from any one, and that was more than fifty other men had been able to
+do, with all their weary tramping.
+
+"The way it happened was just this," said Silas, who could not stand in
+one place for a single moment. "Hold on there!" he added, turning
+fiercely upon his prisoner, who just then moved uneasily upon the bench,
+as if he were trying to find a softer spot to sit on. "I've got my eyes
+onto you, and you might�as--"
+
+"Why, father, he can't get away," Joe interposed. "You've got him tied
+up too tight. Why don't you let out that rope a little?"
+
+"'Cause he's worth a pile of money--that's why!" exclaimed Silas; "and I
+won't let the rope out not one inch, nuther. You Joe, keep away from
+there."
+
+"I really wish you would undo some of this rope," said the prisoner,
+who, like Byron's Corsair, seemed to be a mild-mannered man. "I�have
+been tied up ever since two o'clock, and am numb all over. I�couldn't
+run a step if I should try."
+
+"Don't you believe a word of that!" exclaimed Silas. "Come away from
+there and let that rope be, I�tell you."
+
+"Say, father," said Joe, suddenly, "what are you going to do with your
+captive? Do you intend to sit up and watch him all night long?"
+
+"I was just a-studying about that when you come up and scared me,"
+replied Silas, dropping the butt of his gun to the ground, and leaning
+heavily upon the muzzle.
+
+He never could stand alone for any length of time; he always wanted
+something to support him.
+
+"What do you think I had better do about it? I�don't much like to keep
+him here, 'cause-- Why, just look a-here, Joey," added Silas, moving up
+to the door, and pointing to some object inside the cabin. "See them
+tools I took away from him?"
+
+The boys stepped to their father's side, and saw lying upon the table,
+where Silas had placed it, a�belt containing a brace of heavy revolvers
+and a murderous-looking knife.
+
+"Now, them's dangerous," continued Silas, "and if this feller's pardner
+should happen along--"
+
+"But he won't happen along," interrupted Dan. "Brierly's squad gobbled
+him."
+
+The ferryman looked surprised, then disgusted, and finally he turned an
+inquiring glance upon Joe, who said that Dan told the truth.
+
+"You don't like it, do you?" said the latter, to himself. "It sorter
+hurts you to know that there is them in the world that are just as lucky
+and smart as you be, don't it? Yes, that's what's the matter with pap.
+He don't want no one else to be as well off as he�is."
+
+And when Dan said that, he hit the nail fairly on the head.
+
+"The other robber is not in a condition to attempt a rescue," said Joe;
+"but, all the same, I�don't think you ought to keep this man here all
+night. The sheriff is now at Mr. Warren's house, and it is your duty to
+hand the prisoner over to him at once. Be careful how you point those
+guns this way."
+
+This last remark was called forth by an action on the part of Silas and
+Dan that made Joe feel the least bit uncomfortable.
+
+While the latter was talking, his hands were busy with the rope; and
+when the prisoner arose from the bench and stamped his feet to set the
+blood in circulation again, his excited and watchful guards at once
+covered his head and Joe's with the muzzles of their guns.
+
+"Turn those weapons the other way," repeated Joe, angrily. "You don't
+think this man is foolish enough to try to run off while his hands are
+tied, do you? Now, father, how did you happen to catch him?"
+
+"It was just as easy as falling off a log," replied Silas, resuming his
+seat and resting his double-barrel across his knees. "When you and Dan
+went away this morning, I�just naturally shouldered my gun, walked up
+the road to the foot of the mounting, and set down on a log to wait for
+game to come a-running past me, just the same as if I was watching for
+deer, you know."
+
+This was all true; but there was one thing he did that he forgot to
+mention. The only "game" Silas expected to see was Dan Morgan, when he
+returned from the mountain at night, and the ferryman was prepared to
+give him a warm reception. Before he devoted himself to the task of
+holding down that log by the roadside, he took the trouble to cut a long
+hickory switch, and to place it beside the log, out of sight. He meant
+to give Dan such a thrashing that he would never play any more tricks
+upon him.
+
+"Well, about one o'clock, or a little after, while I was a-setting there
+and waiting for the game to come along, I�heared a noise in the brush,
+and, all on a sudden, out popped this feller. He was running like he'd
+been sent for, and that's why I suspicioned him. Of course I didn't know
+him from Adam, but I asked him would he stop a bit. And he 'lowed he
+would, when he seed my gun looking him square in the eye. I�brung him
+home, and your mam she passed out the clothes-line, and I tied him�up."
+
+"Where is mother now?" asked Joe.
+
+"Gone off after more sewing, I reckon," replied Silas, in a tone which
+seemed to say that it was a matter that was not worth talking about.
+"She helped me figger up what I would get for catching him, and then she
+dug out. I'm worth almost as much as you be now, Joey, and that there
+mean Dan, who wouldn't stay by and help me, he ain't got a cent. Now
+don't you wish you hadn't played that trick on me this morning?"
+
+"Never mind that," interposed Joe, who did not care to stand by and
+listen to an angry altercation which might end in a fight or a foot-race
+between his father and Dan. "If we are going to deliver this man to the
+sheriff to-night, we had better be moving."
+
+"Do you reckon the sheriff will hand over the twenty-five hundred when I
+give up the prisoner?" inquired Silas, as the party walked down the bank
+toward the flat.
+
+"Of course he won't."
+
+"What for won't he?"
+
+"Because he hasn't got it with him. Perhaps it was never put into his
+hands at all. I�haven't received my share yet."
+
+"Then I reckon I'd best hold fast to him till I'm sure of my money,"
+said Silas, reflectively. "I�guess I won't take him down to old man
+Warren's to-night."
+
+"I guess you will, unless you want to get into trouble with the law,"
+said Joe, decidedly. "If you don't give him up of your own free will,
+the sheriff will take him away from you."
+
+Silas protested that he couldn't see any sense in such a law as that,
+but he lent his aid in pushing off the flat.
+
+Dan, who was almost too angry to breathe, had more than half a mind to
+stay at home; but his curiosity to hear and see all that was said and
+done when the prisoner was turned over to the officers of the law
+impelled him to think better of it. When the flat was shoved off,
+he jumped in and picked up one of the oars.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+We have said that Tom Hallet was so anxious to help his unlucky friend
+Bob in some way that he joined the very first squad that went out in
+search of him.
+
+The man who had the name of being the leader of it was the sheriff's
+deputy; but the two stalwart young farmers who belonged to his party
+were longer of limb than he was, and they pushed ahead at such a rate
+that the deputy speedily fell to the rear, and stayed there during the
+most of the day.
+
+"Me and Cyrus have come out to win that there reward," said one of the
+young men, when Tom remonstrated with them for leaving the officer so
+far behind, "and we can't do it by loafing along like that sheriff does.
+We've got a mortgage to pay off on the farm, and we don't know any
+easier way to raise the money for it than to capture one of them
+rogues."
+
+But this sanguine young fellow was not the only one who was destined to
+have his trouble for his pains; and what made his disappointment and his
+brother's harder to bear was the reflection that if they had left Tom's
+cabin half an hour earlier than they did, they might have succeeded in
+earning a portion of the money of which they stood so much in need.
+
+They were not more than a quarter of a mile away when Brierly's signal
+guns announced that one of the robbers had been captured. They ran
+forward at the top of their speed, hoping to reach the scene of action
+before the arrest was fairly consummated, but in this they were also
+disappointed.
+
+When they came within sight of the successful party, they found the
+robber securely bound, and Brierly wearing the belt that contained his
+weapons.
+
+"Too late, boys!" exclaimed the guide, who was highly elated over his
+good fortune. "You can't lay claim to any of our money, if that's what
+brung you up here in such haste."
+
+"We don't care for the money," panted Tom. "Where's Bob?"
+
+"That's so," said Brierly, who had not bestowed a single thought upon
+the prisoner during the whole forenoon. "Where is he? Say, feller, what
+have you done with him?"
+
+"I have not seen him for two hours," replied the prisoner. "As soon as
+we found out that the hills were full of men, we set him at liberty, and
+I suppose he made the best of his way home. We didn't want to keep him
+with us for fear that he would set up a yelp to show where we were
+hiding."
+
+Just then, the deputy, who had been sitting on a log to recover his
+breath, managed to inquire:
+
+"What have you done with your partners?"
+
+"There were only two of us, and the other man has gone off that way,"
+answered the captive, nodding his head toward an indefinite point of the
+compass.
+
+Tom Hallet had no further interest in the hunt. He stood by and watched
+the officer as he unbound the prisoner and substituted a pair of
+hand-cuffs for the rope with which his arms had been confined, and when
+Brierly's party started off with their captive, Tom fell in behind them.
+
+He went as straight to his cabin as he could go, and there he found Bob
+Emerson, who was rummaging around in the hope of finding something to
+eat.
+
+"I haven't had a bite of anything since last night, and you'd better
+believe that I am hungry," said Bob, after he and Tom had greeted each
+other as though they had been separated for years. "But I am not a bit
+of a hero. I�haven't had an adventure worth the telling."
+
+"There's nothing in there," said Tom, seeing that his friend was casting
+longing eyes toward his game-bag. "I�didn't take much of a lunch with
+me, and I was hungry enough to eat it all. Can you stand it until we get
+home?"
+
+"I'll have to," replied Bob. "By-the-way, did you ever see that before?"
+
+As he spoke, he put his hand into his pocket and drew out a soiled and
+crumpled letter, which looked as though it might have been through the
+war.
+
+It was the same precious document that he and Tom had left in Silas
+Morgan's wood-pile.
+
+"One of the robbers gave it to me last night," continued Bob, in reply
+to his companion's inquiring look. "You will remember that Dan Morgan
+lost the letter within a few feet of the log on which he sat when he
+read it, and that when he and Silas went back to find it, they were
+frightened away by something that dodged into the bushes before they
+could get a sight at it, and which they took to be a ghost. Well, it
+wasn't a ghost at all, but one of the thieves, who had been to the Beach
+after supplies. He found the letter, and read it. Of course he was
+greatly alarmed, and so was his companion; for they couldn't help
+believing that some one had got wind of their hiding-place. They could
+hardly believe me when I told them that you and I made that letter up
+out of the whole cloth, and that we never dreamed there was any one
+living in the gorge."
+
+"But we did know it," said Tom.
+
+"Of course we did after they frightened us, but not before. They spoke
+about that, too. We took them completely by surprise the day we came
+down the gorge. We were close upon their camp before they knew it,
+and for a minute or two they didn't know what to do. Then one of them
+conceived the idea of making that hideous noise, and when the other saw
+how well it worked, he joined in with him."
+
+"But didn't they know that we would be back sooner or later to look into
+the matter?" asked Tom.
+
+"Of course they did, and that was another thing that frightened them.
+They saw very plainly that their hiding-place was broken up, and were
+making preparations to leave it when Silas and Dan put in their
+appearance. The robbers saw and heard them long before they got to the
+camp, and the one who found the letter recognized them at once. It was
+at his suggestion that that ghost was rigged�up."
+
+"But they must have known that they could not scare everybody with that
+dummy," observed Tom.
+
+"To-be-sure they did, and they were in a great hurry to get away from
+there; but they needed provisions, and by stopping to get them they fell
+into trouble. They took Joe Morgan's house for a wood-chopper's cabin,
+and while we were robbing them, they were foraging on Joe. I�tell you,
+Tom, it's a lucky thing for us that we got out of that gorge when we
+did. They were mad enough to shoot us on sight."
+
+"I don't wonder at it," replied Tom. "It would make most anybody mad to
+lose a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money and securities, no
+matter how he came by them. Where did they catch you? Did they treat you
+well?"
+
+"They treated me well enough," was Bob's reply; "but I believe that if
+they had not stood in fear of immediate capture, I�should have a
+different story to tell, if, indeed, I�were able to tell any. I�told you
+nothing but the truth in the postscript I added to their note."
+
+"I knew they made you write it, and that you did not express your honest
+sentiments when you told us to be in a hurry about giving back that
+valise."
+
+"I was sure you would understand it: but what could a fellow do with a
+cocked revolver flourished before his eyes by a man who was in just the
+right humor to use it on him?"
+
+"He would do as he is told, of course," answered Tom. "But do you
+suppose they thought they could get that valise back by threatening
+you?"
+
+"I don't know what they thought, for they acted as if they were crazy.
+They caught me in less than half an hour after I left you, and it was
+through my own fault. I�ran on to them before I knew it; and do you
+imagine I thought 'robbers' once? As true as you live, I�didn't. I�took
+them for poachers, and told them, very politely, that these grounds were
+posted and they couldn't be allowed to shoot there, when all on a sudden
+it popped into my head what I was doing. They saw the start I gave, and
+in a second more they had me covered. If I could have got away without
+letting them see that I suspected them, they wouldn't have said a word
+to�me."
+
+"Well, they covered you with their revolvers; then what?"
+
+"Beyond a doubt, they made a prisoner of me before they thought what
+they were doing, and when they came to look at it, they found that they
+had got an elephant on their hands. Then they would have been glad to
+get rid of me; but they did not see just how they could do it with
+safety to themselves, so they made up their minds to use�me.
+
+"At first they thought they would wait and see if anything would come of
+the notice they left on the door of the cabin, and then they thought
+they wouldn't--that they would hunt up another hiding-place as soon as
+possible; so they ordered me to take them where nobody would ever think
+of looking for them. And I could do nothing but obey."
+
+"Were you acting as their guide when they released you?"
+
+Bob replied that he was.
+
+"Why didn't you veer around a bit, and lead them toward the railroad?"
+
+"If I had, I shouldn't be here now," answered Bob, significantly. "They
+warned me to be careful about that, and they were so well acquainted
+with the hills that I was afraid to attempt any tricks. We camped over
+on Dungeon Brook last night, and set out again at an early hour this
+morning; but before we had been in motion an hour, we found ourselves
+cut off from the upper end of the hills, and that was the time they made
+up their minds to let me go. They didn't say so, but still I had an idea
+that they didn't want me around for fear I would make too much noise to
+suit them."
+
+"I know they were afraid of it," said Tom. "The robber that Brierly's
+squad captured said�so."
+
+"Is one of them taken?" exclaimed Bob, who hadn't heard of it before.
+"That's good news. Where's the other?"
+
+"Don't know. They separated after they let you go, and Brierly captured
+one of them. Perhaps we shall hear something about the other one now,"
+added Tom, directing his companion's attention to a large party of men
+who were at that moment discovered approaching the cabin. "We went out
+in squads of four, and there are a dozen men in that crowd."
+
+"But I don't see any prisoner among them," said Bob. "They have all got
+guns on their shoulders, and that proves that they have not seen
+anything of robber number two."
+
+As the party came nearer, the boys saw that it was made up of citizens
+of Bellville and Hammondsport, who had abandoned the search for the day,
+and were now on their way home.
+
+They were surprised to see Bob Emerson there, safe and sound, and
+forthwith desired a full history of the letter which had been the means
+of bringing about so remarkable a series of events.
+
+Bob protested that he was too hungry to talk, but when he saw the
+generous supply of bread and meat which one of the men drew from his
+haversack, he sat down on a log in front of the cabin and told his
+story.
+
+His auditors declared that the way things had turned out was little
+short of wonderful, adding, as they arose to go, that they were coming
+out again, bright and early the next morning, to resume the search for
+robber number two. They were not going to remain idle at home, they
+said, as long as there were twenty-five hundred dollars running around
+loose in the woods.
+
+When the bread and meat were all gone, and the boys were once more
+alone, Tom wrote the notice which Joe Morgan found pinned to the door of
+the cabin, and then he and Bob set out for Uncle Hallet's.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+
+Although Silas Morgan had received the most convincing proof that he had
+nothing more to fear from the "hant" which had so long occupied all his
+waking thoughts and disturbed his dreams at night, he would not have
+taken one step toward Mr. Warren's house before morning, had he not been
+urged on by the hope that the sheriff would be ready to pay over his
+money as soon as the robber was given up to him. The desire to handle
+the reward to which he was entitled was stronger than his fear of the
+dark.
+
+"And what shall I do with them twenty-five hundred after I get 'em,
+Joey?" said he. "That's what's a-bothering of me now."
+
+And it was the very thing that was bothering Joe, also. His father had
+always been in the habit of spending his money as fast as he got it, and
+the boy fully expected to see this large sum slip through his fingers
+without doing the least good to him or anybody else.
+
+"I'll tell you what I _wouldn't_ do with it," said Joe, after a little
+hesitation. "I�wouldn't give Hobson any of�it."
+
+"You're right I won't!" exclaimed Silas. "He's got more'n his share
+already. What be you going to do with yours, when you get�it?"
+
+"I think now that I shall put it in the bank at Hammondsport," answered
+Joe. "It will be safe there, and if I am careful of it, it will last me
+until I get through going to school. You don't want to go to school, but
+you might go into business and increase your capital."
+
+"That's it--that's it, Joey!" exclaimed Silas, who grew enthusiastic at
+once. "I�never thought of that. But what sort of business? It must be
+something easy, 'cause I've worked hard enough already."
+
+"Mr. Warren says that there is no easy way of making a living," began
+Joe; but his father interrupted him with an exclamation of impatience.
+
+"What does old man Warren know about it?" he demanded. "He never had to
+do a hand's turn in his life."
+
+"But he don't know what it is to be idle, and he is busy at something
+every day," said Joe. "I'll tell you what I have often thought I would
+do if I had a little money, and I may do it yet, if you don't decide to
+go into it. The new road that is coming through here is bound to bring a
+good many people to the Beach, sooner or later. As the trout are nearly
+all gone, the guests will have to devote their attention to the bass in
+the lake, and consequently there will be a big demand for boats."
+
+"So there will!" exclaimed Silas, who saw at once what Joe was trying to
+get at. "That's the business I've been looking for, Joey, and it's an
+easy one, too. Of course, I�can let all my boats at so much an hour, and
+I won't have nothing to do but sit on the beach and take in my money."
+
+"And what'll I be doing?" inquired Dan, who had not spoken before.
+
+"You!" cried Silas, who seemed to have forgotten that Dan was one of the
+party. "You will keep on chopping cord wood, to pay you for the mean
+trick you played on me this morning. You see what you made by it, don't
+you? I�reckon you wish you'd stayed by me now, don't you? How much will
+them boats cost me, Joey?"
+
+"I should think that ten or a dozen skiffs would be enough to begin
+with," answered Joe, "and they will cost you between three and four
+hundred dollars; but you would have enough left to rent a piece of
+ground of Mr. Warren and put up a snug little house on�it."
+
+"Then I'll be a gentleman like the rest of 'em, won't I?" exclaimed
+Silas, gleefully.
+
+"No, you won't," said Dan, to himself. "That bridge ain't been built
+yet, and I don't reckon Hobson means to have it there. He is going to
+bust it up some way or 'nother, and I'm just the man to help him, if
+he'll pay me for it. Everybody is getting rich 'cepting me, and I ain't
+going to be treated this way no longer!"
+
+Silas was so completely carried away by Joe's plan for making money
+without work that he could think of nothing else. He forgot how
+determined and vindictive Dan was, and how easy it would be for him to
+place a multitude of obstacles in his way, but Joe didn't.
+
+The latter knew well enough that Dan intended to make trouble if he were
+left out in the cold, but what could be done for so lazy and unreliable
+a fellow as he was? That was the question.
+
+While Joe was turning it over in his mind, he led the way through Mr.
+Warren's gate and up to the porch, where he found his employer sitting
+in company with the sheriff and both Uncle Hallet's game-wardens. The
+deputy was in an upper room, keeping guard over the other prisoner.
+
+Of course, Tom and Bob, who were greatly surprised as well as delighted
+to see Joe and his party, wanted to know just how the capture of robber
+number two had been brought about, and while Joe was telling the story,
+the sheriff marched the captive into the house and turned him over to
+his deputy.
+
+Then he came back and sat down; but he did not put his hand into his
+pocket and pull out the reward, as Silas hoped he would.
+
+"This has been a good day's work all around," said Tom, who was in high
+spirits. "The next time there is any detective work to be done in this
+county, Bob and I will volunteer to do it. We can catch more criminals
+by sitting still and writing letters, than the officers can by bringing
+all their skill into play."
+
+The sheriff laughed, and said that was the way the thing looked from
+where he sat.
+
+"The fun is all over now," continued Tom, "and to-morrow we will go to
+work in earnest. You will be on hand, of course?"
+
+Joe replied that he would.
+
+"By-the-way," chimed in Bob, "did this robber of yours have a gun of any
+description in his hands when he was captured?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then, Joe, you and I are just that much out of pocket. The guns are
+gone�up."
+
+"What has become of them?"
+
+"They are out in the hills somewhere," answered Bob. "When the robbers
+made up their minds that they had better let me go, one of them had my
+gun and the other had yours; but the robber Brierly captured says that
+the weapon impeded his flight, and so he threw it away. Whereabouts he
+was in the hills when he got rid of it, he can't tell. No doubt your gun
+was thrown away also, and the chances are not one in a thousand that we
+shall ever find them again."
+
+While this conversation was going on, Silas Morgan, who stood at the
+foot of the steps that led to the porch, kept pulling Joe by the
+coat-sleeve, and whispering to him:
+
+"Never mind the guns. Tell the sheriff that I'm powerful anxious to see
+the color of them twenty-five hundred."
+
+Joe paid no sort of attention to him, and finally Silas became so very
+much in earnest in his endeavors to attract the boy's notice, that the
+officer saw it; and when there was a little pause in the conversation,
+he said, carelessly:
+
+"Oh, about the reward, Silas--"
+
+"That's the idee," replied the ferry-man, who thought sure that he was
+going to get it now. "That's what I'm here for. You have got the
+bugglars in your own hands now, and I don't reckon you would mind
+passing it over, would you?"
+
+"I?" exclaimed the sheriff. "I haven't got it. I�have never had a cent
+of it in my possession."
+
+"Then who's going to give it to me?" demanded Silas, who wondered if the
+officer was going to cheat him out of his money.
+
+"Well, you see, Silas," said the sheriff, "the reward is conditioned
+upon the arrest and conviction of the burglars. They have been arrested,
+and their conviction is only a matter of time; but you can't get your
+money until they are sentenced."
+
+"And how long will that be?"
+
+"The court will sit again in about six weeks. As some of the money was
+offered by the county, and the rest by the men who lost the jewelry and
+things that were found in that valise, you will get your reward from
+different parties, unless they hand it over to me to be paid to you in a
+lump."
+
+"That's the way I want it," said Silas, who was very much disappointed.
+"I'm going into business."
+
+"What sort of business?" inquired Mr. Warren.
+
+"I am going to keep a boat-house down to the Beach."
+
+"Well now, Silas, that's the most sensible thing I have heard from you
+in a long time," said Mr. Warren. "I'll rent you a piece of ground big
+enough for a garden, and you can set yourself up in business in good
+shape, build a nice house, and have money left in the bank. If you
+manage the thing rightly, you and Dan ought to make a good living
+of�it."
+
+"Who said anything about Dan?" exclaimed Silas.
+
+"I did. Of course you can't ignore him because you are wealthy. He wants
+a chance to earn an honest living, and he needs it, too. He's a strong
+boy, a�first-rate hand with a boat, knows all the best fishing-grounds
+on the lake, and would be just the fellow to send out with a party who
+wanted a guide and boatman. You can easily afford to pay him a dollar a
+day for such work as that."
+
+"Well, I won't do it," said Silas, promptly. "He's a lazy,
+good-for-nothing scamp, Dan is, and I won't take him into business along
+of�me."
+
+"But you will hire him, and give him a chance to quit breaking the game
+law and make an honest living," said the sheriff. "By-the-way, Silas,
+I�guess you had better bring up those setters, and save me the trouble
+of going after them."
+
+"What setters?" exclaimed Silas, who acted as if he were on the point of
+taking to his heels. "I�ain't got none. I�took 'em down to the hotel and
+give 'em�up."
+
+"I am glad to hear it, because it will save me some trouble," replied
+the officer. "I�have had my eyes on those dogs ever since you got hold
+of them, and I should have been after them long ago if I had known where
+to find the owner. Don't do that again, Silas. Honesty is the best
+policy, every day in the week."
+
+"If you will leave your business in my hands, I�will attend to it for
+you, and you will not have to go to Hammondsport at all," continued Mr.
+Warren.
+
+And Joe was glad to hear him say it, because it showed him that the
+gentleman did not intend that his father should squander all his money,
+if he could help�it.
+
+"It is too late in the season for you to do anything with your boats
+this year, but I will give you and Dan a steady job at chopping wood,
+and if you take care of the money you earn, instead of spending it at
+Hobson's bar, you can live well during the winter. If the reward is not
+paid over to you by the time spring opens, I�will advance you enough to
+start you in business and build your house. Then I think you had better
+give Dan a chance."
+
+"So do I," whispered Tom, to his friend Bob. "Dan has lived by his wits
+long enough, and if Silas doesn't begin to take some interest in him,
+the sheriff will have a word or two to say about those setters. I�can
+see plainly enough that he intends to hold that affair over Silas as a
+whip to make him behave himself."
+
+"Do you think Silas will ever have the reward paid him in a lump?" asked
+Bob.
+
+"No, I don't, because he doesn't know enough to take care of so much
+money. Joe can get his any time he wants it, for Mr. Warren knows that
+he will make every cent of it count."
+
+Then, aloud, Tom said:
+
+"Well, Bob, seeing that we've got to get up in the morning, we had
+better be going home. Come over bright and early, Joe, and we will take
+your things back to your cabin."
+
+"And I will send up another supply of provisions," said Mr. Warren.
+
+Joe thanked his employer, bade him good-night, and led the way out of
+the yard.
+
+For a time he and his party walked along in silence, and then Silas, who
+began to have a vague idea that he had been imposed upon in some way,
+broke out, fiercely:
+
+"What did old man Warren mean by saying that if I didn't get all my
+money by the time spring comes, he would advance enough to set me up in
+business?" Silas almost shouted. "Looks to me like he'd 'p'inted himself
+my guardeen, and that he means to keep a tight grip on them twenty-five
+hundred, so't I can't spend it to suit myself. That's what I think he
+means to do, dog-gone the luck!"
+
+Joe thought so, too, and he was glad of it. If that was Mr. Warren's
+intention, Joe's mother would be likely to reap some benefit from the
+reward; otherwise, she would not.
+
+  [TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+EIGHT GOOD RIDDLES.
+
+
+Feet have they, but they walk not--stoves.
+
+Eyes have they, but they see not--potatoes.
+
+Teeth have they, but they chew not--saws.
+
+Noses have they, but they smell not--teapots.
+
+Mouths have they, but they taste not--rivers.
+
+Hands have they, but they handle not--Clocks.
+
+Ears have they, but they hear not--cornstalks.
+
+Tongues have they, but they talk not--wagons.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+_Teacher_--"I am sorry, William, to have to whip a big boy like you.
+It grieves me terribly."
+
+_William_--"It don't grieve you half as much as it does�me."]
+
+
+
+
+CREAM OF THE COMICS.
+
+  "Brisk as a bee."
+  --_Boswell's Life of Johnson_.
+
+
+  --In the drama of life the clerk plays a counter-part.
+
+  --Why is a whisper forbidden in polite society? Because it isn't
+aloud.
+
+[Illustration: AN ILLUSTRATED TALE.]
+
+  --A tinsmith in the country has a sign which reads:
+  "Quart measures of all shapes and sizes sold here."
+
+  --Customer: "Is your bread nice and light?"
+  Baker's boy: "Yessum; it only weighs nine ounces to the pound!"
+
+  --"Home, Sweet Home"--a bee-hive.
+
+  --The egotist lives on an I-land.
+
+  --The Bank of England--a fog-bank.
+
+  --"April showers bring forth May flowers."
+  Said Flora to her brother Bob: "Robert, dear, what do April showers
+    bring forth?"
+  Said Bob: "Umbrellas, of course!"
+
+  --"Don't you find the people around here very sociable?" asked
+    Cobwigger of a new neighbor.
+  "Yes, indeed, I do," was the hearty response. "Only a moment ago I met
+    a beggar, and he held out his hand to�me."
+
+  --"Pa," said little Jimmie, "I was very near going to the head of my
+    class to-day."
+  "How is that, my son?"
+  "Why, a big word came all the way down to me, and if I could only have
+    spelled it, I�should have gone clear�up."
+
+  --Mamma (coaxingly): "Come, Bobby, take your medicine now, and then
+    jump into bed!"
+  Bobby: "I do not want to take my medicine, mamma."
+  Father (who knows how to govern children) "Robert, if you don't take
+    your medicine at once, you will be put to bed without taking it at
+    all."
+
+  --A little girl in Charles Street, Boston, has an old-fashioned doll
+    which has the following words worked in red silk letters on its
+    sawdust-stuffed body:
+
+    "Steal not this doll for fear of shame,
+    For here you see the owner's name.
+
+      "PRISCILLA ALDEN."
+
+  --A little grammar found in an old garret in Portsmouth, N.H., has an
+    illustration representing the difference between the active, passive
+    and neuter verbs. It is a picture of a father whipping his boy. The
+    father is active, the boy is passive, and the mother, sitting by
+    herself on a stool, looking on, but doing nothing, is neuter.
+
+  --"Here, Johnnie, what do you mean by taking Willie's cake away from
+    him? Didn't you have a piece for yourself?"
+  "Yes; but you told me I always ought to take my little brother's
+    part."
+
+  --Young physician (who has just lost a patient, to old physician):
+    "Would you advise an autopsy, doctor?"
+  Old physician: "No; I would advise an inquest."
+
+  --"Pause!" cries the sire unto the lad,
+    "Let judgment teach you sense."
+  "I will," he answers, "when I've had
+    Enough experience."
+
+  --Doctor: "Now, my little man, you take this medicine and I will give
+    you five cents."
+  Young America: "You take it yourself, and I will go you five cents
+    better."
+
+  --Mistaking the door, young Mr. Cipher walked into the dentist's
+    office instead of the doctor's.
+  "Doctor," he groaned, "I'm in bad shape. My head aches all the time,
+    and I can't do anything with�it."
+  "Yes, yes," said Doctor Toothaker, cheerfully. "I�see; big cavity in
+    it; must be hollow; you'll need to have it filled."
+  And, seeing his mistake, young Mr. Cipher apologized and went out,
+    and told it all around as a capital joke on the dentist.
+
+
+[Illustration: JOHNNIE'S FIRST FISHING EXCURSION OF THE SEASON.
+
+  What he caught at the pond.
+
+  What he caught when he got home!]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LETTER BOX.
+
+
+DECLINED.--A Sad Catastrophe--A Stage-Driver's Story--My Dog Carlo--The
+Children's Celebration--Flossie's Letter--The Scotch Yacht
+Thistle--Brave Dog Nero and his Friends--Our First Boat Ride--Little
+Sam, a�Tale of Long Ago--Penny.
+
+Q. K.--The first fire insurance office in the United States was
+established at Boston in 1724; the first life insurance at Philadelphia
+in 1812.
+
+J. E. M. AND R. B. G.--Every requisite for admission to the West Point
+Military Academy was fully detailed in No. 12 of the last volume, which
+will be mailed to any address upon the receipt of 6 cents.
+
+OLD READER.--1. The oldest daily newspaper in this country is the North
+American and United States Gazette, founded in 1771, and still published
+in Philadelphia. 2.�There may be some curiosity dealer in your city who
+would be willing to purchase the ancient paper in your possession.
+
+YUM YUM.--Boulak is the port of Cairo, Egypt, being situated on the
+right bank of the Nile, one mile northwest of that city, of which it
+forms a suburb. A�noble museum of antiquities is situated at Boulak,
+and the latest additions to its treasures are the mummies described in
+No.�22.
+
+F. E. N.--Level is a term applied to surfaces that are parallel to that
+of still water, or perpendicular to the direction of the plumb-line; and
+when it is desired to ascertain the altitude of any specified locality,
+the level of the ocean's surface is always taken as the standard from
+which such reckoning is made.
+
+ALEX.--The easiest and most skillful methods of killing setting and
+preserving insects were set forth in Nos. 18, 27, 47, 48, 49 and 50 of
+Vol. III. The process of making the "killing bottle" is too lengthy to
+be reproduced here, but is given in full in the first-mentioned issue,
+under the heading "Herme's Museum."
+
+W. B. W.--By closely studying the construction and solution of the
+puzzles printed from week to week in this paper, any boy of average
+intelligence will have no difficulty in mastering them in a
+comparatively short time. A�very interesting article on this subject was
+presented under the title of "An Instructive Pastime," in No. 22 of Vol.
+VII.
+
+CLARENCE B.--There is only one source of alcohol--the fermentation of
+sugar or other saccharine matter. Sugar is the produce of the vegetable
+world. Some plants contain free sugar, and still more contain starch,
+which can be converted into sugar. The best vegetable substances,
+therefore, for yielding alcohol are those that contain the greatest
+abundance of sugar or of starch.
+
+A SUBSCRIBER, H. C. J. AND S. O. K.--Boys aged from fourteen to eighteen
+years are eligible to appointment to the United States Naval Academy at
+Annapolis, Md. The limit of age for those enlisting on the government
+training ships is from fifteen to eighteen years. Both of these branches
+of the service are open to any American youths capable of passing the
+physical and mental examinations required of all applicants.
+
+H. S. W.--The Bible informs us that Tubal-Cain, the son of Lamech and
+Zillah, was the "instructor of every artificer in brass and iron," and
+on that account he is considered the first blacksmith of which there is
+any record. Respecting the tools used by him there is no mention made by
+historians. Jabal, another son of Lamech, "was the father of such as
+dwell in tents and of such as have cattle," and his brother Jubal "of
+all such as handle the harp and organ."
+
+FRANKLIN SCHOOL.--We prefer to refrain from publishing medical recipes,
+such as pimple removers and the like, always advising a consultation
+with a first-class physician, who will prescribe some blood-purifying
+compound for the relief or cure of the trouble. In our younger days,
+a�mixture of molasses, cream tartar and sulphur was considered a
+sovereign remedy for skin eruptions, and a weak solution of alcohol or
+ammonia a most excellent annihilator of "blackheads."
+
+HARKINGOPITCHER.--1. The originator of puzzles is not known, nor is it
+at all probable that the mystery surrounding their inception will ever
+be cleared away. The fabled founder is the Sphinx of Egypt, who,
+the mythologists inform us, propounded the first enigma. 2.�It is an
+invariable custom to notify our readers of the appearance of new serial
+stories, and therefore you will receive due notice of those written by
+your favorites, when we conclude to publish them.
+
+THEO. H.--The action of machines used for making ice consists in
+evaporating ether, or any similar volatile liquid, in a vacuum, and
+again condensing the vapor to liquid, so as to be used afresh. Fifty-two
+degrees of cold is thus easily obtained, and the machines used for the
+purpose can produce several tons of ice each day in the hottest
+countries. Much artificial ice is now made by compressing atmospheric
+air, and by this method a freezing temperature is obtained on vessels
+employed in carrying fresh meats from distant countries.
+
+INK BOTTLE.--1. Mineralogists apply the term "pyrites" to a large group
+or family of minerals, compounds of metals with sulphur, or with
+arsenic, or with both. The name was originally given to the sulphuret of
+iron, known as iron pyrites, in consequence of its striking fire with
+steel (from the Greek _pyr_, fire), and it was used for kindling powder
+in the pans of muskets before gun-flints were introduced. Iron pyrites
+is commonly of a bright brass-yellow color, and is found crystallized in
+cubes, dodecahedrons and many other forms. It is a very widely diffused
+and plentiful mineral, and seems to belong almost equally to all
+geological formations. 2.�Eagle cents issued in 1858 are of no value to
+collectors, because they lack rarity. 3.�Your exchange is too trivial.
+
+J. B. D., of Chicago, kindly informs us that he has been able to get a
+slight shock from a telegraph battery in the following manner: "On every
+learner's instrument there are two binding-posts, and to one of them is
+joined a wire from the battery; a�small file is fastened to the other;
+the key is closed, and then the other wire of the battery is taken in
+your wet fingers, and, with the other hand, also wet, upon the file,
+the wire is run along the surface of the file, and a shock results."
+
+WALTER R.--What is known as the registry system is intended to secure to
+valuable mail-matter in its transition through the mails the utmost
+security within the province of the Post Office Department. The fee on
+any registered matter, domestic or foreign, is fixed at ten cents on
+each parcel or letter, to be affixed in stamps, in addition to the
+postage. The money-order system is intended to promote public
+convenience, and to secure safety in the transfer through the mails of
+small sums of money. The rates may be ascertained by inquiring at a
+local office.
+
+AN ADMIRER OF G. D.--1. Two French scientists, Captain Renard and
+M.�Tissaudier, have invented a balloon whose motive power is
+electricity. The dynamo machine used by them is an intensely
+concentrated bichromate battery of one and a half horse-power. It is
+very light, weighing but 121� pounds. Several successful experimental
+trips have been made in this machine, and the inventors claim that by
+using all the battery power, they were enabled to navigate against the
+wind. They may be over-sanguine, but expect, after making some
+improvements in the balloon, to attain a speed of from fifteen to twenty
+miles an hour. 2.�Constant base-ball practice will harden the hands.
+No artificial preparation is used by professionals.
+
+PARXIE.--John Howard, an Englishman, made on May 8, 1854, the greatest
+running long-jump, with weights, 29 feet 7 inches; without weights, the
+highest record is 23 feet 3 inches, made by M.�W. Ford, August 14, 1886.
+Standing long-jump with weights, 14 feet 5� inches, G. W. Hamilton,
+October 3, 1879; without weights, 10 feet 10� inches, M.�H. Johnson,
+September�4, 1884. Running hop-step-and-jump. 48 feet 8 inches,
+T.�Burrows, October 18, 1884; standing hop-step-and-jump, with weights,
+40 feet 2 inches, D.�Anderson, July 24, 1865; without weights, 31 feet
+10 inches, Gavin Tait, 1862. These are world's records. The best
+one-mile amateur bicycle record--2.35 2-5--was made by W. A. Rowe,
+October 23, 1885. He has beaten this record--2.29 4-5--since he became a
+professional.
+
+H. C. H.--In early days the coining of copper money for New Jersey was
+given by law to Walker Mould, Thomas Goodsby and Albion Cox. There were
+two mints, one at Elizabethtown and the other at Morristown. These coins
+display on their obverse a horse's head, usually facing right, with a
+plow below it, and the legend is "Nova C�sarea." The date is placed in
+several positions. On the reverse is a shield, with the motto
+"E�Pluribus Unum" around the border. In ordinary condition, these
+coppers are worth from ten to fifty cents. The rarest varieties are
+those having the date under the beam, which are worth $100 each: with
+the General Washington bust, $150 each; and with "Immunis Columbia,
+1786" for obverse, $50. Doubtless the one in your possession is a common
+variety.
+
+GRAPE CITY.--1. The modern express traffic was originated by William F.
+Harnden, on March�4, 1839. At first he carried the packages himself from
+place to place in a satchel; but his patrons grew in number until he had
+to establish an office in each city, with a daily messenger each day.
+Previous to this, all such packages had been sent by friends, or by
+special messengers. 2.�The precise time of the invention of the
+telescope, as well as the name of its inventor, is unknown. Prior to the
+end of the thirteenth century, glass lenses were in use for the purpose
+of assisting the eye in obtaining distinctness of vision. Galileo is
+generally credited with being the first who constructed a telescope by
+which he was enabled to make many of the great discoveries upon which
+the science of astronomy stands for its foundation. 3.�By good business
+methods you can doubtless build up a trade such as that stated.
+4.�Inquire at a book store.
+
+KICKAPOO.--1. At the beginning of the eleventh century it is said that
+the Northmen attempted to plant a settlement in the locality known as
+Rhode Island. In 1614, Block, the Dutch navigator, explored it, and the
+Dutch traders afterward, seeing the marshy estuaries red with
+cranberries, called it Roode Eylandt, "red island," afterward corrupted
+into the name it now bears. Roger Williams, a�Welsh-Puritan minister,
+pastor of a church at Salem, was banished from the colony of
+Massachusetts, fled to the head of Narraganset Bay, and there, with a
+few followers, planted the seed of the commonwealth of Rhode Island in
+1636. The place selected by him for settlement he called Providence.
+2.�The first wife of Julius C�sar was named Cornelia; the second was
+Pompeia, a�relative of the noted Pompey; and the third was Calpurnia.
+3.�Napoleon Bonaparte was born at Ajaccio, Corsica, August 15, 1769,
+and died May�5, 1821, at St. Helena, to which island he had been exiled
+after the battle of Waterloo.
+
+NEMO.--The recipe for making a copying-pad and the ink used thereon was
+given in No.�2, vol.�V. --E.�D. AND AUTHOR. We are fully supplied with
+literary material by experienced writers. --SOLOMON�C. Acrobats do not
+use any artificial preparation to increase their suppleness. Constant
+practice is the secret of the agility displayed by them. --W.�B. The
+construction of a photographic camera was detailed in No. 13, Vol. IV;
+while the making of blue prints formed the subject of an article in No.
+51, Vol. II. --NINTH AVENUE. Interesting articles on the subject of
+electricity have been presented in Nos. 3 and 4, Vol. VI, and 16, Vol.
+VII. --SUBSCRIBER. An ingenious, painstaking boy can construct a very
+neat �olian harp by following out the directions given in No. 16 of the
+fifth volume. --COPPERHEAD. 1.�The drawing of the binder shows
+considerable ingenuity, and is doubtless novel and useful enough to
+warrant patenting. 2.�One of the simplest and best forms of the canvas
+canoe was illustrated and described in No. 37, Vol. VI. In this and the
+previous number another kind is represented. --W.�C.�H. Any study can be
+mastered if the student is persevering and ordinarily intelligent.
+--D.�P.�H. 1.�None of the curiosities in your possession are of any
+special value. 2.�The gold coin will pass at its face value. 3.�Nos. 2
+and 18, Vol. II, are out of print. Three dollars per year is the regular
+subscription price of GOLDEN DAYS. 4.�The magazine is out of print.
+--BUCKSKIN BOB. This paper has always been sold by us at a uniform rate
+of six cents per copy. --W. M. K. Tan the small skins according to the
+directions published in No.�7, Vol. IV. --S.�C. Yes. --J.�A.�W. Place
+the matter in the hands of a lawyer. --W.�G.�W. The addition of a small
+quantity of japan dryer to printing ink will make it dry quickly.
+--CHESTNUTS. A boy of eleven should confine his reading to more useful
+literature than novels, leaving those to be perused at a maturer age.
+--COW BOY. There is such a series of juvenile books. Make inquiry at a
+book store. --GOLDEN CROSS. A first class bookseller can obtain for you
+the books of travels written by Stanley and Livingstone. --MIDDY
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+
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+
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+American Indians, as well as Ancient Warlike Tribes. Also, Notices of
+Battles from the Earliest Period to the Present Time, with an Appendix
+containing the Articles of War.*
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+L. Boyd, N.E. cor. 18th and Hamilton Sts., Philadelphia, Pa., a�set of
+boxing gloves and a book by Verne, for a miniature sailboat, 2�feet
+long.
+
+S. A. Chevalier, No. 366 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., 49 photo
+negatives of notable yachts, buildings, etc., for an electrical outfit,
+a�cornet, or a banjo.
+
+J. Hirsch, Box 212, Corpus Christi, Texas, a�collection of sea
+curiosities for stamps.
+
+E. T. Warner, 155 S. 5th St., Brooklyn, N.Y., Vols. VI, VII (complete)
+and VIII (to date) GOLDEN DAYS, and 20 books by Castlemon and Alger,
+for other books by Castlemon, Alger, Otis or Ellis.
+
+L. G. Banks, 92 Maple Ave., 31st Ward, Pittsburg, Pa., a�magic lantern
+with lens, lamp and 12 views, and "Robinson Crusoe," for a Model
+printing press.
+
+H. J. West, 1610 Hollins St., Baltimore, Md., a�magic lantern with 13
+slides, in a leatherette box, for a pair of 3-pound Indian clubs and a
+pair of 3-pound dumb-bells.
+
+R. F. Baird, 205 Wylie Ave., Pittsburg, Pa., Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, for a
+Waterbury watch.
+
+E. D. Flugel, 134 E. 109th St., N.Y. city, a�large bagatelle board with
+marbles, for a collection of not less than 300 foreign stamps only.
+(City offers only.)
+
+F. L. Shipley, Box 275, Creston, Ia., Vols. LVII and LVIII "Youth's
+Companion" and Vol. VIII (up to date) GOLDEN DAYS, for a printing press
+and outfit.
+
+H. B. Cochran, 345 N. 12th St., Phila., Pa., a�Waterbury watch, a�font
+of newspaper type, and 2 books, for a book on mineralogy and natural
+history or specimens of minerals.
+
+E. Rudolphy, 389 S. Halsted St., Chicago, Ill. Vol. VII "Harper's Young
+People," for a photo tripod.
+
+H. A. Eastman, Box 1080, Keene, N.H., a printing press and 5 fonts of
+type, for a telegraph key and sounder.
+
+J. Tracy, Conneaut, Ohio, a maple-shell snare-drum with ebony sticks,
+for any vol. of GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fifth.
+
+M. Graham, Grove City, Pa., a magic lantern with 35 slides, a�panorama,
+a�3x4 printing press with type, a�telephone and a cabinet of tricks,
+for a telegraph instrument with batteries.
+
+L. Randall, 1825 Garrison Ave., St. Louis, Mo., a�collection of over 300
+foreign and U.S. postage stamps and a collection of postmarks, for a
+Waterbury watch.
+
+W. P. Simpson, Box 773, Jacksonville, Fla., Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, a�pair
+of roller skates and a set of books, for a silver watch or a press and
+outfit.
+
+C. W. Hurst, 1825 Fitzwater St., Phila., Pa., Vols. I, II and III GOLDEN
+DAYS, a�xylophone, a�magic lantern with 24 slides, and a stamp
+collection in an album, for the best offer of bicycle sundries.
+
+T. J. McMahon, 41 Thomas St., N.Y. city, Vols. III, IV and V GOLDEN
+DAYS, for best offer of a musical instrument.
+
+S. M. Johnson, Lock Box 172, Round Rock, Texas, a�$25 brass B-flat
+cornet with A and B crooks, for a 5x7 self-inking printing press and
+material.
+
+J. Atwell, 10 W. Jefferson St., Syracuse, N.Y., a�pair of nickel-plated
+extension roller skates and bag, for a banjo.
+
+G. Frick, 2908 Fairhill St., Phila., Pa., a�48-inch steel-spoked
+rubber-tired bicycle, a�watch, Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, and "Tom Brown at
+Oxford," for a Star bicycle.
+
+C. E. Mason, 656 Franklin St., Phila., Pa., an International album
+containing stamps and about 5,000 loose ones, a�New Rogers scroll saw,
+and 2 pairs of nickel-plated ice and roller skates, for a 26-bracket
+nickel-rimmed banjo, or a guitar, or photo materials.
+
+G. Barker, 504 W. 129th St., N.Y. city, 7 books by Castlemon, Kingston
+and Dickens, for a violin and instruction book. (City offers preferred.)
+
+Z. A. Stegmuller, 56 E. 25th St., N.Y. city, a�game, a�small steam
+engine, a�silver watch and a gold pen-holder, for a self-inking printing
+press with type, or a rowing machine. (City and Brooklyn offers only.)
+
+J. W. Edwards, 197 Hamilton Ave., Brooklyn, N.Y., a�16-foot
+flat-bottomed skiff with centreboard, sail, oars and oarlocks, for a 46
+or 48-inch rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+J. J. Morrow, 94 Pennsylvania Ave., Allegheny, Pa., a�3-lens microscope
+with a few mounted specimens, for Vols. V�and VI GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+C. H. Montayre, 145 W. 11th St., N.Y. city, a�self-inking printing press
+and full outfit, for a 6x6 canvas tent. (City offers preferred.)
+
+F. Blake, Lock Haven, Pa., a telegraph outfit, for a $10 watch, or a set
+of boxing gloves, or a pair of 12-pound dumb-bells.
+
+L. H. Reamy, 113 River St., Zanesville, Ohio, a�polyopticon, for the
+best offer of GOLDEN DAYS prior to Vol.�VI.
+
+C. V. Gibson. Box 1026, Natick, Mass., a 2� x 4 printing press with
+cards, 200 postmarks. 1400 foreign and U.S. stamps, and a pair of
+skates, for a flute, a�banjo, a�violin and bow, or a cornet.
+
+C. Perry, Ithaca, N.Y., a $25 upright engine, for a scroll saw with
+lathe attachment.
+
+L. M. Geer, Box 663, Corry, Pa., Vols. II, III and IV "Harper's Young
+People," Vols. XLI, XLII and XLIII "Youth's Companion," a�magic lantern
+with 12 slides, 6 books and 2 pairs of skates, for a rubber-tired
+steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+G. V. Bacon. 52 Dudley St., Boston, Mass., a�Ruby magic lantern, a�set
+of carving tools, and a set of drawing instruments, for a pair of
+fencing foils.
+
+G. Medina, Room 360, Prod. Ex. Bldg., N.Y. city, a�complete $40 camping
+outfit, for a �-nickeled bicycle with ball bearings.
+
+C. O. Henbest, Marshall, Ill., Vol. V or VI GOLDEN DAYS, or a printing
+press, for a collection of stamps.
+
+F. A. Magee, Maiden, Mass., Vol. IV GOLDEN DAYS, a�canvas canoe,
+a�printing press, 200 stamps, 200 postmarks, a�pair of opera glasses,
+a�magnifying glass and 200 good story papers, for a large press or a
+bicycle.
+
+E. C. Cary, Box 147, N.Y. city, a New Rogers scroll saw with drill, saws
+and patterns, a�hand-inking 2� x 3� printing press, with type, ink,
+furniture, etc., for a violin and bow, with or without case.
+
+N. J. Waite, 401 Giddings Ave., Cleveland, Ohio, Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS,
+for any kind of electrical goods.
+
+J. Clay Collier, Fort Smith, Ark., Vol. V�and part of Vol. VII GOLDEN
+DAYS, for books by Castlemon or Cooke.
+
+F. Vansant, 770 St. Peter St., Baltimore, Md., $15 worth of books, for
+an 8x8x8 wall tent.
+
+J. W. Robertson, 1180 Harvard St., Chicago, Ill., a�collection of stamps
+and 4 books, for a pair of opera glasses or a printing press with type.
+
+C. A. Lutz, Cane Spring, Ky., Vols. II (a�few numbers missing). III, IV,
+V, VI (all bound, without covers) and VII (unbound) "Harper's Young
+People," for volumes of GOLDEN DAYS or telegraphic apparatus.
+
+G. Moulton, Virginia, Ill., an ebony 13-keyed B-flat clarionet, for a
+watch.
+
+W. R. Clickner, Andover. Kans., a $25 5x8 printing press and outfit,
+for a rubber-tired bicycle.
+
+C. Peck, 71 35th St., Chicago, Ill., 8 books by Reid and others, and a
+pair of ice skates, for a Morse telegraph outfit.
+
+R. Buck, Sea Isle City, N.J., "Ragged Dick Series," (6�volumes), for a
+telegraph key, sounder and outfit.
+
+F. Schafer, 307 S. 3d St., Brooklyn, E.D., N.Y., a�pair of opera glasses
+with case, and a fife, for a mandolin, or a banjo with 24 brackets (N.Y.
+or Brooklyn offers preferred).
+
+F. Horton, Westfield, Pa., 2 volumes of "Youth's Companion," and a pair
+of roller skates, for a banjo.
+
+W. A. Sherwood, Lutherville, Md., a magic lantern with 12 slides and a
+font of job type, for rare foreign and U.S. stamps.
+
+W. A. Pickering, Box 797, Eureka Springs, Ark., a��-horse-power steam
+engine, for a nickel-plated B-flat cornet.
+
+E. H. Gilbert, Lock Box 21, Glens Falls, N.Y., 2 pairs of skates and
+"Don Quixote," for a pair of opera glasses with case.
+
+L. A. Cox, Verden, Ill., Vols. V, VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+R. F. Greene, Box 232, Arkansas City, Kans., Vol. LVIII "Youth's
+Companion" and 2 books, for any bound volume of GOLDEN DAYS except the
+sixth.
+
+H. J. Hendrickson, 214 W. Market St., York, Pa., 950 foreign stamps and
+700 foreign and domestic postmarks, for a collection of minerals.
+
+C. V. B. Gettz, Moore's, Pa., a $35 gas engine (1/3-horse-power), for
+a bicycle (American Challenge preferred).
+
+H. H. Sellers, 73 Exchange St., Bangor, Me., a�10-keyed ocarina,
+a�6-keyed clarionet, 6 books and a stylographic pen, for a cornet.
+
+C. W. Valentine, Millville, N.J., a volume of "Youth's Companion," "Tom
+Brown's School-days" and a bagatelle board, for carpenters' tools.
+
+A. Spring, Jr., White Plains, N.Y., a magic lantern with 23 slides,
+for Vol. I�or II GOLDEN DAYS (bound).
+
+J. G. Ross, Mariner's Harbor, Staten Island, N.Y., a�12-foot
+round-bottomed row-boat with centreboard and oars, for a photographic
+outfit, a�bicycle or a press.
+
+J. C. Hubbard, 22 E. Main St., Battle Creek, Mich., a�hand-inking press
+and a collection of curiosities, for type and material, or volumes of
+GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fourth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+C. A. Wise, Gobleville, Mich., a pair of nickel-plated roller skates and
+a guitar, for the best offer of foreign and U.S. stamps.
+
+H. A. Hammond. Box 276, Peabody, Mass., Vols. V�and VI, or VI and VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a fountain or stylographic pen.
+
+R. A. Weston, W. Mt. Vernon, Me., 300 numbers of "Youth's Companion,"
+Vols. II, III and IV "Harper's Young People," Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS,
+3 books, 100 varieties of stamps, a�pair of ice skates and a game, for
+a rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+C. H. Dunham, 1098 Washington St. (Suite 12), Boston, Mass., a�pair of
+roller skates, a�Holly scroll saw with saws and patterns, and Vol. VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).
+
+R. H. Stickney, Valparaiso, Ind., a stereoscope with 16 views, a�magic
+lantern with views and photographic attachment, a�dark lantern and a
+book by Kingston, for a 7x9 wall tent.
+
+B. M. Wilson, 1824 Ridge Ave., Phila., Pa., an International album with
+100 stamps, and Vol. V�GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+E. S. Harvey, Ridge, Ohio, a hand-inking press with roller, furniture
+and a font of type, and a book, for an International stamp album or
+stamps.
+
+J. Meighan, Jr., 386 Garden St., Hoboken, N.J., a�pair of skates, for a
+catcher's mask.
+
+C. Bagley, 10 Olive St., Lynn, Mass., a pair of skates, Vols. IV, VI and
+VII GOLDEN DAYS and a lot of musical instruments, for a rubber-tired
+bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).
+
+E. F. Balinger, Mt. Union, Ohio, 2 vols. of GOLDEN DAYS, a�pair of
+roller skates, a�telegraph key and sounder, an Indian bow and arrows,
+and some books and magazines, for a cornet with crooks.
+
+S. L. Taylor, 333 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., a�collection of 350
+foreign stamps in an album, 900 traders, a�magic lantern with 20 or 30
+slides, and 5 books, for a B-flat cornet, a�banjo, or a cork-handled
+tennis racquet.
+
+J. E. Ackerman, Jr., 7 Nassau St., N.Y. city, a�nickel-plated bicycle
+saddle and bell, for a Duryea saddle (style, A�or�C).
+
+F. H. Meyers. 38 Bleecker St., N.Y. city, Vols. IV, V, VI and VII GOLDEN
+DAYS, Vol. LIV "Youth's Companion," a�vol. of "St. Nicholas," 5 books;
+a�magic lantern with slides, and 2 games, for a rubber-tired
+steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+C. F. Souder. Box 199, Toledo, Ohio, a violin and bow, and Vol. VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+C. W. Howell, 646 Kentucky St., Lawrence, Kans., an accordion,
+a�Waterbury watch, and a puzzle, for a complete telegraph outfit.
+
+W. T. Cook, Royersford, Pa., 5 books by popular authors for any bound
+vol. of GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fifth.
+
+W. H. Field, 234 Ferry St., Easton, Pa., a�Holly scroll saw and a set of
+tenpins for a wall or other tent large enough for four persons.
+
+P. J. McConomy, 38 N. Prince St., Lancaster, Pa., Vols. I�and II (a�few
+numbers missing) and V and VI (complete) GOLDEN DAYS, for a piccolo with
+at least 4 keys.
+
+O. C. Cornwell, Girard, Kans., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, 8 books,
+a�pair of skates, 5 games, a�set of drawing Instruments, and 500 foreign
+and U.S. stamps, for a self-inking printing press, or a silver watch.
+
+W. Bell, Box 154, Norfolk, Va., Vols. I, II, III, IV and V GOLDEN DAYS,
+for a Holly steam engine or a collection of 1500 to 2000 stamps.
+
+G. E. Montgomery, Westernport, Md., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS and
+"Ames' Mastery of the Pen," for standard works on physiology and hygiene
+or a field glass.
+
+C. C. Moore, 76 3d Place, Brooklyn, N.Y., a�magic lantern with 16
+slides, and a printing press with 2 fonts of type, for an instantaneous
+camera and outfit.
+
+W. Willson, 561 Lorimer St., Greenpoint, Brooklyn. N.Y., a�magic lantern
+with 12 slides for a pair of 9 or 9� nickel-plated roller skates.
+
+D. A. Trapp, 113 E. Maxwell St., Lexington, Ky., a�collection of over
+1200 stamps in an international album for a No. 2 or 3 Baltimorean press
+and outfit.
+
+H. Edwards, 147 E. 114th St., N.Y. city, a�magic lantern with 12 slides,
+and a hand-inking printing press, without type, for a set of boxing
+gloves.
+
+F. Rowell, Stamford, Conn., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, and some
+books, games and stamps, for Indian grammars, or histories of North
+American Indians, or Indian relics.
+
+J. E. Caldwell, Sego, Kans., a $3 piccolo, a�set of boxwood chessmen,
+and a box of water-color paints, for the best offer of GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+W. McIntosh, East Smethport, Pa., a 10x14 hand-inking press, with 20
+fonts of type, 2 sticks, galley, leads, etc., for a 50 to 52-inch
+bicycle.
+
+J. H. Cunningham, Room 507 Hamilton Building, Pittsburg, Pa., a�pair of
+ice skates and "Tom Brown's School Days" for a learners' book on
+shorthand.
+
+W. McVeagh. 831 W. 3d St., Williamsport, Pa., a�New Rogers scroll saw
+for Vol. I�or IV GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  A LIMITED NUMBER
+ �OF
+  *Volumes IV, V and VI*
+  "GOLDEN DAYS,"
+  Bound in Cloth.
+
+Price, $4.00 each.
+
+  ADDRESS,
+  JAMES ELVERSON,
+  Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+*From the Daily News, Genesee, N.Y.*
+
+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
+GOLDEN DAYS, 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,
+GOLDEN DAYS, corner and Spruce Streets, Philadelphia, Penna.
+
+
+OUT OF THE MANY EARNEST AND EMPHATIC ENDORSEMENTS OF "GOLDEN DAYS,"
+WE PRINT THE FOLLOWING:
+
+
+*A GOOD OPINION FROM REV. G. E. STROBRIDGE,*
+
+_Pastor St. John's M. E. Church, New York city._
+
+GOLDEN DAYS has been coming regularly to my house since its first
+number. It is always welcome. The children wait with impatience its
+weekly arrival, and even interrupt their meals to tear off its wrapper
+and scan its attractive pages. It is generously illustrated, and as to
+its reading matter, it is bright, breezy, instructive, and, best of all,
+pure. The most careful parent may dismiss anxiety while his happy child
+is absorbed in its columns.
+
+A feature that adds to the paper an especial value is a weekly
+discussion of the International Sunday-school Lesson. This is given in a
+pleasant narrative style by Rev. D. P. Kidder, D.D., for many years
+editor of the Sunday School Advocate, and editor and writer of books for
+children. His widely-known name is a sufficient assurance that these
+lessons thus conducted will continue to be learned, clear and
+interesting.
+
+
+*From the West Philadelphia Press.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--This weekly journal for young people has reached a
+circulation that embraces the entire country. Indeed, there is hardly to
+be found a village or hamlet in the newest of the States or in our far
+Western Territories in which GOLDEN DAYS is not a welcome visitor. The
+proprietor and editor, Mr. James Elverson, determined from the first to
+make it a journal that should please and at the same time instruct the
+young, and he has been completely successful. There is no weekly paper
+published in this or the Old World that so covers the field for the
+youthful mind as GOLDEN DAYS. There is nothing heavy about it--nothing
+prosy or difficult to comprehend in the matter it contains. Its stories
+are graphic, entertaining and by the best writers, while each number has
+articles especially prepared on subjects of practical interest to boys
+and girls by authors whose fame in the arena of natural history,
+science, biography and art is national. Add to all these excellencies
+and attractions the fact that no impure line or thought ever stains its
+pages, and it must be acknowledged that GOLDEN DAYS is pre-eminently
+fitted to become the intellectual and pleasant companion of the young in
+the American household.
+
+
+*From the Sunday Courier, York, Pa.*
+
+The remarkable success attained by GOLDEN DAYS, the boys' and girls'
+periodical published by Mr. James Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most
+encouraging evidence that pure and healthful literature is not incapable
+of attracting the eager interest of "Young America." Mr. Elverson seems,
+in fact, to have gauged the taste of the average child of our day with
+wonderful accuracy, as there appears to be but one opinion as to the
+universal popularity of this excellent periodical. So far as parents are
+concerned, its success should be a matter for general congratulation,
+as scrupulous care is evidently observed in excluding from its pages
+everything that could be considered as in any way tending to vitiate the
+minds of the young. On the other hand, its contents are far superior in
+vividness of interest for the little ones to those sensational
+publications which are the source of so much anxiety to all who have
+children to educate. GOLDEN DAYS, in fact, appears to have struck the
+golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere pleasure
+to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.
+
+
+*From the Advocate of Peace, Boston.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--"To merit is to insure success" is certainly verified in
+the publication of GOLDEN DAYS, 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. GOLDEN DAYS 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.
+
+
+*From the Congregationalist and Boston Recorder.*
+
+Among juvenile periodicals, we think GOLDEN DAYS likely to take high
+rank for variety, instructiveness, vivacity and freedom from
+objectionable characteristics. We have examined several numbers, and it
+seems to be well edited and likely to deserve and win popularity.
+
+
+*ANOTHER FROM REV. D. M'CARTNEY,*
+
+_Pastor Clinton Avenue M. E. Church, Kingston, N.Y._
+
+I have examined sample copies of GOLDEN DAYS, and most heartily indorse
+it as meeting a felt want. Notwithstanding the large number of papers we
+subscribe for now, it looks as if GOLDEN DAYS would have to be added to
+the number, as my children are enraptured with�it.
+
+
+BISHOP BOWMAN,
+
+_Of the Methodist Episcopal Church, writes:_
+
+  ST. LOUIS, Nov. 26, 1880.
+
+I have examined with great interest several numbers of GOLDEN DAYS, and
+am much pleased with them. We greatly need all such publications for our
+young people, to save them from the corrupting trash that meets them on
+every side. I�wish you great success in this worthy Christian
+enterprise.
+
+
+*FROM REV. O. C. DICKERSON,*
+
+_Pastor of Congregational Church, Belleplain, Iowa._
+
+ED. GOLDEN DAYS.--All hail! As a sterling friend of the young, your
+enterprise wakes loud echoes.
+
+
+*REV. RICHARD NEWTON, D.D.,*
+
+_Pastor of the P. E. Church of the Epiphany, Philadelphia, says:_
+
+From what I have seen of GOLDEN DAYS, it strikes me very favorably.
+There is a high tone of morality about it which is calculated to exert a
+very wholesome influence on the young people who read�it.
+
+
+*From the Roman Citizen, Rome, N.Y.*
+
+A MODEL PAPER.--Two years ago, we informed the readers of the Citizen
+that a long-felt want was to be supplied--viz., a�paper was to be
+printed which would give the young people (boys and girls) plenty of
+good reading without corrupting their morals or vitiating their
+tastes--in other words, would furnish them with stories which would
+gratify their love of adventure without inspiring in them a desire to
+imitate impossible heroes, and tempting them to desert their homes in
+search of adventures which never occur outside of blood-and-thunder
+papers and story books. The paper we allude to--GOLDEN DAYS--promised
+this, and we have carefully watched it for two years to see how its
+pledge would be redeemed. We are glad to be able to state it has
+exceeded our most sanguine expectations. While it has been constantly
+filled with stories and sketches of the most fascinating character,
+we have never seen a sentence in it which we could have wished to have
+omitted.
+
+
+*From the Episcopal Recorder.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--We commend this as the best of the class of publications
+to which it belongs, and as being essentially different from all that
+are contemporaneous with it. And if it shall prove to be like Moses' rod
+when turned into a serpent, and swallow up the serpent-rods of all
+cunning magicians of evil, and then become a rod of power for working
+good in the home, in the school, and wherever youth are found, we shall
+rejoice.
+
+
+*From the Christian Register, Boston.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS is well worthy the examination of parents who wish to
+provide their children with a large amount of carefully-prepared
+miscellany, at once entertaining, instructive and clean. It is edited
+with ability, and shows a quick sympathy with the pleasures of the young
+people, and a clear outlook for their welfare.
+
+
+*From the Maryland School Journal.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS (Elverson, Philadelphia) has fulfilled its promise, and is
+in every respect a suitable weekly paper to put into the hands of young
+boys and girls. We have carefully watched each number since the start,
+and have seen in it nothing to censure and much to praise.
+
+
+*From the Floyd Co. Advocate, Charles City, Iowa.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS, published by James Elverson, of Philadelphia, is a new
+first-class paper for boys and girls. Provide them with good,
+entertaining reading, and they will grow up good men and women.
+
+
+*From Town Talk, Mansfield, Ohio.*
+
+James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome illustrated and
+interesting youth's paper called GOLDEN DAYS. 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.
+
+
+*From The Home and Sunday-School, Dallas, Texas.*
+
+We can heartily recommend GOLDEN DAYS as one of the purest and most
+charming juvenile magazines we have seen. It is wholly free from
+corrupting influences--fresh, instructive, and eagerly welcomed by the
+boys and girls. Having seen nothing in it to censure and much to praise,
+we hope it may have the wide circulation it merits.
+
+
+*From the Christian Advocate, Pittsburg,�Pa.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS comes to us in a magazine form, making a beautiful and
+interesting volume. This journal numbers among its contributors probably
+more popular writers of serial stories for youth than any juvenile
+publication in the country.
+
+
+*From the Presbyterian Banner, Pittsburg,�Pa.*
+
+A great advance has been made within the last twelve months in a very
+important agency for good--the publication of cheap, and, at the same
+time, unexceptionable and attractive reading matter. For a long time the
+want has been seriously felt for something more than mere denunciation
+to overcome the growing evil of the demoralizing literature--cheap and
+vile--that has been scattered broadcast over the land. That want has
+been measurably supplied, in part, by the publication of standard
+English classics, at marvelously low prices, and in part by the issue of
+low-priced but superior periodicals, attractive in appearance and
+contents, and suitable for both young and old. We invite special
+attention to the latest enterprise in the latter department--GOLDEN
+DAYS, for boys and girls, James Elverson, publisher, Philadelphia. It is
+a handsome juvenile journal, of sixteen pages (over eight hundred a
+year), filled with stories, sketches, anecdotes, poetry, puzzles, and
+humorous items, making up a total that will delight and at the same time
+instruct the boys and girls from eight to eighty. The pictorial
+embellishments are unsually fine, and far in advance of the coarse
+deformities in the flashy sheets that are displayed on the news-stands
+to horrify every refined passer-by.
+
+
+*From the Baltimore Gazette.*
+
+The remarkable success attained by GOLDEN DAYS, the boys' and girls'
+periodical, published by Mr. James Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most
+encouraging evidence that pure and healthful literature is not incapable
+of attracting the eager interest of "Young America." Mr. Elverson,
+seems, in fact, to have gauged the taste of the average child of our day
+with wonderful accuracy, as there appears to be but one opinion as to
+the universal popularity of this excellent periodical. So far as parents
+are concerned, its success should be a matter for general
+congratulation, as scrupulous care is evidently observed in excluding
+from its pages everything that could be considered as in any way tending
+to vitiate the minds of the young. On the other hand, its contents are
+far superior in vividness of interest for the little ones to those
+sensational publications which are the source of so much anxiety to all
+who have children to educate. GOLDEN DAYS, in fact, appears to have
+struck the golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere
+pleasure to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.
+
+
+*From the Methodist, New York.*
+
+James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome, illustrated and
+interesting youth's paper, called GOLDEN DAYS. 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.
+
+
+*From the Baptist Record, Jackson, Miss.*
+
+A specimen number of GOLDEN DAYS has fallen into our hands. This is a
+paper for boys and girls, and, from the cursory examination we have been
+enabled to give it, we think it deserving of support.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Illustrations:
+
+Readers who are unable to use the fully illustrated html version of
+this text may wish to view some individual images, located within the
+"images" directory of the html file. The major illustrations are:
+
+  Cover                         pic01.jpg
+  Linda's Crazy Quilt           pic03_full.jpg
+  In Search of Himself          pic07.jpg
+  Mamie's Letter to Heaven      pic10b.jpg
+  Striking out for Themselves   pic11.jpg
+  Jack-A-Dandy                  pic15.jpg
+
+
+Layout of Advertising Pages:
+
+inside front:
+
+  +---------------+---------------+-------------------------------+
+  |    Sapolio    |"Advertisements|   Malaria       Yellow Fever  |
+  |               | inserted..."  |                               |
+  |               +---------------+         Ayer's Pills          |
+  +---------------+Practical Joke +---------------+---------------+
+  //              //              //              //              //
+  |               | Ready Binder  |               |               |
+  |               +---------------+               |               |
+  +---------------+               |    Stamps     |               |
+  |   Vol. VII    +---------------+---------------+               |
+  | "Golden Days" |      Pitcher's Castoria       | Hammock Chair |
+  +---------------+-------------------------------+---------------+
+
+
+inside back:
+
+  +---------------+---------------+---------------+---------------+
+  |                     Wood's Penograph          |               |
+  +---------------+                               |  (exchanges)  |
+  |   Military    |                               |               |
+  |               +---------------+---------------+               |
+  |  Dictionary   |      Our Premium Knife        |               |
+  |               |                               |               |
+  +---------------+---------------+---------------+  (exchanges)  |
+  //              //              //              //              //
+  |               |  (exchanges)  |  (exchanges)  +---------------+
+  |  (exchanges)  +-------------------------------+    Volumes    |
+  |               |      Pitcher's Castoria       | IV, V and VI  |
+  +---------------+-------------------------------+---------------+
+
+
+back cover (three columns, all Testimonials)
+
+
+Errata (noted by transcriber)
+
+Missing or incorrect punctuation was silently corrected. Typographical
+errors in the advertising sections were left unchanged; those in the
+main text were corrected. Both are noted here.
+
+  Advertising, Front Section:
+    For es heavy Mustache, Whiskers, or hair
+      [_probably "forces": letter invisible_]
+    Advertisements inserted ... agate measurement).
+      [_no opening parenthesis_]
+    *PAKET* of *FOREN STAMPS*  [_as printed_]
+
+  Linda's Crazy Quilt
+    I�declare for 't!" she added  [close quote missing]
+
+  In Search of Himself
+    curved from the jaws like cimetars.  [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  In a Menagerie
+    I stopped as usual at Bessie's cage  [_elsewhere "Bessy"_]
+
+  Stories of Dumb Creatures
+    the other boys will throw stones at him.' [" for ']
+
+  Jack Stanwood
+    the street vender of physic  [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  The Young Game-Warden
+    "It sorter hurts you to know  [I sorter]
+    You have got the bugglars in your own hands now
+      [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  Testimonials
+    The pictorial embellishments are unsually fine
+      [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Golden Days for Boys and Girls, by Various
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+Title: Golden Days for Boys and Girls
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+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>
+</div>
+
+<!-- png 01 -->
+
+<a name = "titlepage" id = "titlepage">&nbsp;</a>
+
+<table style = "width: 515px;"
+summary = "Golden Days for boys and girls">
+<tr>
+<td>Vol. VIII.&mdash;No 25.</td>
+<td class = "right">May 21, 1887.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "background" colspan = "2"
+style = "height: 577px; background-image: url(images/pic01.jpg);">
+<p style = "height: 490px;">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class = "floatleft" style = "width: 240px; height: 4em;">&nbsp;</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 = "#linda">Linda’s Crazy Quilt</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#davy">Davy’s Turn</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#blind">The Blind Girl and the Spring</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#canoe">How to Make A Canvas Canoe</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#partridge">How the Partridge Drums</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#frogs">Frogs and Tadpoles</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#honest">Be Honest and True</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#search">In Search of Himself</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#menagerie">In A Menagerie</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#creatures">Stories of Dumb Creatures</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#puzzledom">Puzzledom</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#circulation"><i>Subscribing to Golden Days</i></a></p>
+<p><a href = "#sculpture">Nature’s Sculpture</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#monument">Monument Park</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#backlogs">Backlogs Made of Stone</a></p>
+</td>
+<td>
+<p><a href = "#mamie">Mamie’s Letter To Heaven</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#striking">Striking out for Themselves</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#jack_ocean">Jack Stanwood; or, From Ocean to
+Ocean</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#lesson">International Lesson: The Passage Of The Red
+Sea</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#rains">What They Do When It Rains</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#jackadandy">Jack-A-Dandy</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#warden">The Young Game-Warden</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#riddles">Eight Good Riddles</a></p>
+<p><a href = "#comics">Cream of the Comics</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 = "#testimonials_20">Testimonials</a> (back cover)</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<!-- png 02 -->
+<a name = "advertising_2" id = "advertising_2">&nbsp;</a>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/thumb02.png" width = "376" height = "513"
+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 class = "ads" summary = "columns 1 and 2 of inside front page">
+<tr>
+<td width = "50%">
+
+<p class = "center">
+<img src = "images/ad2a.png" width = "95%" alt = "see text">
+</p>
+
+<p class = "center sans boldf">QUITE UP TO THE TIMES.</p>
+
+<p><i>New Applicant</i>&mdash;Do I know how to use Sapolio? Well, that’s
+fresh! Do I look like a girl who don’t know about Sapolio? Am I blind,
+d’yer think, or can’t read? Why, the babies on the block know all about
+Sapolio. What are ye givin’&nbsp;me?</p>
+
+<p class = "center"><span class = "size2">SAPOLIO</span></p>
+
+<p>is a solid, handsome cake of House-cleaning Soap, which has no equal
+for all scouring purposes, except the laundry. Perhaps you have heard of
+it a thousand times without using it once. If you will reverse the
+position and use it once you will praise it to others a thousand times.
+Ask your grocer for a cake, and try it in your next house-cleaning.</p>
+
+<p class = "right">No. 3. [Copyright, March 1887.]</p>
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<b>DYKE’S BEARD ELIXIR</b></p>
+
+<p><img src = "images/ad2b.png" width = "151" height = "43"
+align = "left" alt = "Before After Before After">
+<ins class = "correction" title = "letter invisible: probably ‘Forces’">For&nbsp;es</ins> heavy Mustache, Whiskers, or hair on bald
+heads in 20 to 30 days. Extra Strength. No other remedy 2 or 3 Pkgs.
+does the work. We will prove it or forfeit $100.00 Price per Pkg. sealed
+and postpaid 25c., 3 for 50 cts., stamps or silver. SMITH MFG. CO.,
+PALATINE, ILLS.</p>
+
+<p class = "top"><span class = "size2">
+$50 WEEKLY</span>
+<span class = "adright">EASILY EARNED!</span></p>
+
+<p class = "allclear">
+<b>We want agents</b> for our celebrated Oil Portrait. <b>No experience
+required! 4 orders</b> per day gives the Agent $50 weekly profit! Our
+agents report from 4 to 30 daily sales! Send at once for terms and full
+particulars. <b>$2 outfit free! SAFFORD ADAMS &amp; CO., 48 Bond St.,
+N.Y.</b> [Mention “Golden Days.”]</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<img src = "images/ad2bb.png" width = "95%"
+alt = "IMPROVED / HIRES’ ROOT BEER / 25 cents PACKAGE"></p>
+
+<p>Makes <span class = "sans boldf">Five Gallons</span> of a <span class
+= "sans boldf">delicious</span>, sparkling temperance beverage. <span
+class = "sans boldf">Strengthens</span> and purifies the blood. Its
+<span class = "sans boldf">purity</span> and delicacy commend it to all.
+Sold by druggists and storekeepers everywhere.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft size3">A</span>
+ZANZIBAR TIGER COWRY SHELL, 8c. Send stamp for list. Steel &amp; Co.,
+135 E. 23d St., New York</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft sans boldf size3">CURE</span>
+<span class = "sans boldf">FOR THE</span>
+<span class = "adright sans boldf size3">DEAF</span></p>
+
+<p class = "allclear">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Peck’s Patent Improved Cushioned Ear
+Drums</span> <b>Perfectly Restore the Hearing</b>, and perform the work
+of the natural drum. Invisible, comfortable and always in position. All
+conversation and even whispers heard distinctly. Send for illustrated
+book with testimonials, <b>FREE</b>. Address or call on F. HISCOX, <span
+class = "sans boldf">853</span> Broadway, New York. Mention this
+paper.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft size2">FREE</span>
+a $2.50 <b>Gold Ring</b> to all who will act as our agents. The Journal
+Co., Essex, Conn.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<img src = "images/ad2c.png" width = "113" height = "100"
+align = "left" alt = "THE GREAT AMERICAN TEA COMPANY"
+title = "THE GREAT AMERICAN TEA COMPANY">
+<span class = "sans boldf size1">GOOD NEWS
+TO <u>LADIES</u>.</span>
+Greatest inducements ever offered. Now’s your time to get up orders for
+our celebrated <b>Teas</b> and <b>Coffees</b>, and secure a beautiful
+Gold Band or Moss Rose China Tea Set, or Handsome Decorated Gold Band
+Moss Rose Dinner Set, or Gold Band Moss Decorated Toilet Set. For full
+particulars address</p>
+
+<p class = "center"><b>THE GREAT AMERICAN TEA CO.,</b><br>
+P.O. Box 289. 31 and 33 Vesey St., New York.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft size3">A</span>GENTS wanted for Lyman Abbot’s Life
+of Beecher. The only proper one. A.&nbsp;GORTON &amp; CO., Philada.</p>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "sans size3">Vol. VII “Golden Days”</span></p>
+
+<p><span class = "sans boldf size1">NOW READY,</span></p>
+
+<p>IS A</p>
+
+<p><span class = "size1">MAGNIFICENT BOOK OF 832 PAGES!</span></p>
+
+<p>A perfect mine of everything that will interest young people.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "sans boldf">It is Superbly Illustrated,</span></p>
+
+<p><span class = "size_1">&mdash;CONTAINING&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p><span class = "sans">Over 400 Finely-Executed Wood
+Engravings!</span></p>
+
+<p>Making, without question,</p>
+
+<p><span class = "sans size1">THE MOST ATTRACTIVE BOOK</span></p>
+
+<p><span class = "size_1">OF THE SEASON.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> This volume will be sent to any address, prepaid, on the
+receipt of price&mdash;$4.00.</p>
+
+<p class = "right">JAMES ELVERSON,<br>
+Publisher “<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>,” Philad’a</p>
+
+</td>
+<td>
+
+<!-- png 03 -->
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> <b>Advertisements inserted on Second and Third Pages of Cover
+at 50 cents per line, and on the Fourth Page at 75 cents per line, agate
+measurement<ins class = "correction" title = "opening ( missing">).</ins></b></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<img src = "images/ad2d.png" width = "95%"
+alt = "The Best Practical Joke of the Season / Ring the Bell"
+title = "The Best Practical Joke of the Season / Ring the Bell"></p>
+
+<p>The perfect Electric Bell Button is made to pin on your breast, Fine
+ebony finish with white button sure to induce a push, which never fails
+to produce a shock with “Hail Columbia,” and variations. <b>A&nbsp;Full
+Charge</b> of electricity every time. The old joker is told “<b>That is
+Good! Ring the Bell.</b>” The <b>Best Selling Article</b> ever invented.
+<span class = "sans">4760</span> sold by one agent in <span class =
+"sans">3</span> weeks. Sample by Mail <span class = "sans">15</span>
+cents.; two for <span class = "sans">25</span> cents.; <span class =
+"sans">14</span> for <span class = "sans">$1.00</span>. 100 for <span
+class = "sans">$6.00</span>. Try <span class = "sans">$1</span> worth.
+Stamps taken.</p>
+
+<p>Send all orders to <span class = "size1">World Manuf. Co. 122 Nassau
+St. New York</span></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<span class = "sans boldf size2">EUREKA RECITATIONS</span></p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<b>NINE NUMBERS NOW READY.</b></p>
+
+<p>Each number contains nearly <b>100 selections</b> by Mrs. Anna
+Randall-Diehl, and bound in 4-color lithograph cover. Mailed for 12
+cents each by J. S. Ogilvie &amp; Co., Publishers, 31 Rose Street, New
+York. Send for one.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "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 Binder at Ten Cents apiece, postage prepaid.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<img src = "images/ad2e.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 = "right">
+Address JAMES ELVERSON,<br>
+Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<img src = "images/ad2f.png" width = "92" height = "68"
+align = "left" alt = "eraser">
+<b>We want you as our Agent</b> to sell the <b>Perfection Slate
+Eraser</b> in schools. <i>It is attractive, well-made and
+indispensable.</i> Send five 2-cent stamps for sample and particulars.
+WITTRAM MFG. CO., 525 Front St., San Francisco, Cal. (<b>Box
+2414.</b>)</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<img src = "images/ad2g.png" width = "177" height = "17"
+align = "right" alt = "penknife">
+<b>FOR 10 cts. to pay postage &amp;c.</b>, we will send this Charm
+Pen-Knife and five other samples FREE. <b>Atlantic Works, East River,
+Conn.</b></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<img src = "images/ad2h.png" width = "49" height = "52" align = "left"
+alt = "bicycle">
+<span class = "sans"><span class = "size2">BICYCLES $8</span>
+to $150. EASY PAYMENTS.</span></p>
+
+<p>Tricycles, $7.50 up. Standard makes. 2d-hand Wheels handled. Send for
+Catalogue.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<b>GEO. W. ROUSE &amp; SON, 34 G St., Peoria, Ill.</b></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<img src = "images/ad2i.png" width = "68" height = "28"
+align = "left" alt = "ring">
+1 Stone Ring, 1 Band Ring, 275 Scrap Pictures &amp; Verses, Book of
+Poems, Book Flirtations, 40 Agt’s Samples, All 10c. Austin Card Co., New
+Haven,&nbsp;Ct</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<span class = "sans">THE NEW DEPARTURE DRUMS</span></p>
+
+<p>are made with patent double acting rods and folding knee rest.
+<img src = "images/ad2j.png" width = "133" height = "122"
+align = "left" alt = "drum">
+Light, substantial and handsome. Used in the best Bands and Orchestras.
+Unequaled for tone, surpass all others in finish and appearance. If
+nearest Music dealer does not keep them, write to us for Illustrated
+Catalogue.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "sans boldf">LYON &amp; HEALY, Chicago, Ill.</span></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft sans size1">PRINTERS</span>
+Send stamp for wholesale list of BLANK Cards, 1000 kinds. Card Co.,
+Montpelier,&nbsp;Vt</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft sans boldf size2">SHORTHAND</span>
+Writing <i>thoroughly taught</i> <span class = "sans boldf">by
+mail</span> or personally. <span class = "sans boldf">Situations
+procured</span> all pupils when competent. Send for circular. <span
+class = "sans boldf">W. G. CHAFFEE</span>, Oswego, N.Y.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft sans size3">23</span>
+<span class = "adright size2">10c</span>
+HIDDEN NAME <b>MOTTO CARDS</b>,
+Story Book and AGENT’S OUTFIT with each pack. <span class =
+"smallcaps">Hamden Card Works</span>, Hamden, Conn</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<img src = "images/ad2k.png" width = "83" height = "126"
+align = "left" alt = "hose reel">
+REEL, 25 FEET HOSE, NOZZLE AND COUPLINGS, $4.00.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+Sent on receipt of price.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<b>Rubber Footballs</b>, No. 1, <b>$1.25</b> each</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+Additional sizes to No. 6, 25c. extra.</p>
+
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> <b>RUBBER GOODS</b> of all descriptions&mdash;Gossamers, Shoes,
+Boots, etc.</p>
+
+<p class = "right">
+<b>ROBERT C. GEDDES</b>,<br>
+316 Market St., Philada.,&nbsp;Pa.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft sans boldf size3">CARDS</span>
+100 Fancy Pictures, all new designs, 30 latest Songs, 50 Elegant Fancy
+Patterns, 1 Album, over 60 Colored Transfer Pictures, with our Grand
+Premium List all for <b>10 cts.</b> BIRD CARD WORKS, MERIDEN, CONN.
+Autograph Album, name in gold, <b>10 cts.</b></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft size3">H</span>IGHLY Educated Physician who has
+traveled much and speaks several languages, wants to complete a party of
+youths for travel in Europe. References exchanged. Address “Æskulap,”
+(office of) Advocate, 805 Broadway, N.Y.</p>
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size1 sans boldf">
+Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria</span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+</table>
+
+<!-- png 04 -->
+
+
+<a name = "advertising_2a" id = "advertising_2a">&nbsp;</a>
+
+<table class = "ads" summary = "columns 3 and 4 of inside front page">
+<tr>
+<td class = "plainbottom" width = "50%">
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size2 sans">FOR MALARIA,</span></p>
+
+<p class = "larger">And malarial diseases so prevalent in the South and
+West, Ayer’s Pills have proved peculiarly beneficial. “I&nbsp;have found
+in Ayer’s Pills, an invaluable remedy for disorders peculiar to
+miasmatic localities. Taken in small and frequent doses,</p>
+</td>
+<td class = "plainbottom">
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size2 sans">YELLOW FEVER,</span></p>
+
+<p class = "larger">The terror of the South, has yielded to Ayer’s
+Pills. James M. Crofut, of Beaufort, S.C., writes: “During the past
+three months our city has been scourged with yellow fever. Many friends
+and neighbors have been taken from us. In several cases Ayer’s</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "plaintop">
+<p class = "right"><span class = "size3 boldf
+extended">Ayer’s</span></p>
+
+<p class = "larger">Pills act well on the liver and aid it in throwing
+off malarial poisons.”&mdash;C. F. Alston, Quitman, Texas.</p>
+
+<p class = "larger">Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer &amp; Co., Lowell,
+Mass.</p>
+</td>
+<td class = "plaintop">
+<p><span class = "size3 boldf extended">Pills</span></p>
+
+<p class = "larger">broke the attack of the fever, and saved the
+patient’s life. They are an excellent liver medicine.”</p>
+
+<p class = "larger">Sold by all Druggists and Dealers in Medicines.</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<!-- png 05 -->
+<tr>
+<td>
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "adleft sans boldf size3 border">
+BOYS<br>
+GIRLS</span>
+<span class = "sans">LEARN TO</span><br>
+<span class = "size2 sans">TELEGRAPH</span><br>
+<b>With the Pocket Telegraph Instrument</b></p>
+
+<p>In a few hours. Want an agent in each town. They sell fast. Sample
+and alphabet, postpaid, for 13 two-cent stamps, or 6 for $1.00. You can
+sell them quick for 25c. each. <span class = "sans">PORTVILLE MF’G
+CO.</span> limited, Portville, Catt. Co., N.Y.</p>
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<span class = "size1">MORE MONEY THAN EVER</span></p>
+
+<p>You thought of can now be made. MALE or FEMALE. Write quick for free
+Sample and Terms. BEST selling article ever out. <b>NATIONAL CO.</b>, 21
+Dey St., N.Y.</p>
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<span class = "size1 sans boldf">LANGUAGES.</span></p>
+
+<p><b>The Meisterschaft System</b>, by Dr. R. S. <span class =
+"smallcaps">Rosenthal</span>, is the only successful method ever devised
+to learn to speak without a teacher, and in a few weeks,</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "sans boldf">French, German, Spanish</span> or <span class
+= "sans boldf">Italian</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Endorsed by leading linguists. Terms, $5.00 for books of either
+language. Sample copy, Part I., 25 cents. Liberal terms to Teachers.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "sans">MEISTERSCHAFT PUBLISHING CO., Boston,
+Mass.</span></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft size3 sans">100</span>
+<span class = "size1 sans">Choice New Recitations</span>
+13 Songs, Elegant Sample Cards, all for a 2c. stamp. CADIZ CARD CO.,
+<span class = "smallcaps">CADIZ,&nbsp;O.</span></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top">
+<span class = "adleft size3 sans">SPRING SALE</span>
+To reduce our stock of music we will send by mail, postpaid, the
+<b>Beautiful Blue Danube</b> Waltzes and 60 pieces, full sheet-music
+size, including songs, marches, quadrilles (with calls), for only 20
+cents. Satisfaction guaranteed, or money refunded. <b>WHITE WINGS &amp;
+100 Songs</b>, words and music, <b>10c.</b> W. HATHAWAY, 339 Wash. St.,
+Boston, Mass.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<span class = "size1 sans">BROWN’S FRENCH DRESSING.</span><br>
+<b>The Original! Beware of Imitations!</b><br>
+<span class = "sans">AWARDED HIGHEST PRIZE<br>
+AND ONLY MEDAL</span><br>
+<img src = "images/ad2l.png" width = "95%" alt = "bottle"><br>
+<b>PARIS EXPOSITION, 1878.<br>
+Highest Award New Orleans Exposition.</b></p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<span class = "size1 sans boldf">PRINTING MADE EASY!</span></p>
+
+<p><img src = "images/ad2m.png" width = "77" height = "70"
+align = "left" alt = "printing press">
+With our Economy Outfits. Business men save money doing their own
+printing! Fun for the boys! Instructions free. Business Outfits $7.50
+upwards. Card Outfits $2. Catalogue for 2c stamp. Wm. Volkmann &amp;
+Co., 164 Washington St., Chicago, Ill.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "top center">
+<img src = "images/ad2n.png" width = "95%"
+alt = "CAT’S-EYE SCARF-PIN 44 cts"></p>
+
+<p>The Gem Cat’s Eye is so called because it possesses the peculiar ray
+of light or glisten seen in a cat’s eye in the dark. I&nbsp;have a
+limited stock only, and offer you one for only <b>44 cts.</b>, post
+paid. The same in Ear Drops, choice, <b>87 cents</b>. <i>Send Stamp for
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+
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+
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+
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+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<!-- png 07 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">385</span>
+<a name = "masthead" id = "masthead">&nbsp;</a>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/masthead.jpg" width = "561" height = "192"
+alt = "masthead" title = "GOLDEN DAYS for Boys and Girls"></p>
+
+<p class = "tiny">
+(Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1887, 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. VIII.</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 MAY 21, 1887.</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. 25.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<!-- png 08 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">385a</span>
+<a name = "linda" id = "linda">&nbsp;</a>
+
+<h1 class = "smallcaps">Linda’s Crazy Quilt.</h1>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY FANNIE WILLIAMS.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>“Oh, dear!” sighed Linda Trafton, turning over the pages of a
+closely-written, school-girlish letter, which her brother Fred had
+tossed into her lap, on returning from the post office. “I&nbsp;do wish
+I could get silk pieces enough to make a crazy quilt. Cousin Dell writes
+all about hers, and it must be very pretty.”</p>
+
+<p>“Crazy quilt! That’s about all I’ve heard for the last six months!
+I&nbsp;should think you girls had all gone crazy yourselves!” ejaculated
+Fred.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, Fred!” was Linda’s only answer to this outburst.</p>
+
+<p>She was a very sweet-tempered little maid, with soft, brown hair and
+soft, brown eyes, that matched in color as exactly as eyes and hair
+could match, and gave her a look of being&mdash;as indeed she
+was&mdash;too gentle to dispute, or even to argue, with anybody, least
+of all with Fred, who was fifteen, and three years her elder, and always
+took a tone of great superiority toward his little sister.</p>
+
+<p>Still, he was a pretty good sort of brother, as brothers go; and, in
+Linda’s eyes, he was a prodigy of cleverness.</p>
+
+<p>So, whenever they happened to differ in opinion, and Fred expressed
+himself in this vehement style, she only looked at him in a deprecating
+way, and murmured:</p>
+
+<p>“Why, Fred!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I should like to know,” continued Fred, “what could be more
+idiotic than the way you spend your time, you girls, fitting those
+ridiculous, catty-cornered pieces of silk together, and working them all
+over with bugs and cobwebs and caterpillars, and little boys in Mother
+Hubbard dresses! You may well call ’em <i>crazy</i> quilts! I&nbsp;don’t
+believe there was ever anything crazier, unless it was the lunatic who
+first invented them!”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, Fred!” said Linda, again. “Now, I think they are too pretty for
+anything!”</p>
+
+<p>“Pretty!” snorted Fred. “They’re made out of the last things that
+you’d suppose anybody would ever think of putting into a bed-quilt.
+I&nbsp;can’t get a chance to wear a neck-tie half out before somebody
+wants it. Kate Graham spoke for my last new one the next day after I
+bought it. And I hardly dare to put my hat down, where there’s a girl
+around, for fear she’ll capture my hat-band!”</p>
+
+<p>By this time, Linda was laughing outright.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, you are so funny, Fred! But you only just ought to see Kate
+Graham’s crazy quilt. I&nbsp;<i>know</i> you couldn’t help calling it
+lovely. She has got pieces of ever so many wedding dresses in it; but I
+don’t know who would give <i>me</i> any. Aunt Mary never will get
+married, nor Cousin Susie, nor our Bridget, unless Pat hurries up with
+his courting&mdash;and there’s nobody else. Besides, they are all making
+<!-- png 09 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">385b</span>
+crazy quilts of their own. I&nbsp;would start one with papa’s old silk
+handkerchief and his Association badge, if I thought I could ever get
+pieces enough to finish it; but I don’t see how I could.”</p>
+
+<p>“Bess Hartley told me that she was going to send off somewhere and
+get a lot of pieces that are put up to sell. You get a whole package of
+assorted colors for a dollar,” suggested Fred.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, that would make it cost too much! Mamma would not let me do
+that,” said Linda, shaking her head. “She says it is well enough to use
+up odd bits of silk in that way, if one happens to have them; but she
+doesn’t think it right to spend money in such a manner, instead of using
+it for better purposes&mdash;and I don’t suppose it&nbsp;is.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I am sure I don’t know what you are going to do,” was Fred’s
+consoling observation. “You’d be as crazy as the rest of the girls if
+you began to piece a quilt; and I don’t know but you will go crazy if
+you can’t.”</p>
+
+<p>With which conclusion, Fred walked off
+<span class = "pagenum">385c</span>
+whistling, and left Linda to read her Cousin Dell’s letter over again,
+and wish that Patrick O’Brien would propose to Bridget, if he was ever
+going to, so that she could get married, and have a new silk dress for
+her wedding.</p>
+
+<p>However, Linda was not the girl to fret and worry after things which
+were unattainable.</p>
+
+<p>Fred would have his joke, but she was not going to make herself
+unhappy just because she had not the materials for making silk
+patchwork, as Dell and the rest of her girl friends were doing. There
+were plenty of other pleasures and amusements within her reach, and the
+one that she enjoyed most of all came in her way, as it happened, the
+very next morning.</p>
+
+<p class = "floatright">
+<img src = "images/pic03a.jpg" width = "144" height = "77"
+alt = "see caption"></p>
+
+<p class = "floatright">
+<img src = "images/pic03b.jpg" width = "420" height = "212"
+alt = "see caption"></p>
+
+<p class = "floatright">
+<img src = "images/pic03c.jpg" width = "508" height = "302"
+alt = "see caption"></p>
+
+<p class = "caption float" style = "width: 500px;">
+“OH, MRS. BURBANK! WHAT BEAUTIFUL PIECES!” CRIED LINDA. “WHERE DID THEY
+ALL COME FROM?”</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">385d</span>
+<p>Her father said to her, as he rose from the table after
+breakfast:</p>
+
+<p>“Linda, would you like a ride, my dear? I&nbsp;am going to drive over
+to East Berlin, and I will take you along, if you would like
+to&nbsp;go.”</p>
+
+<p>“<i>If</i>&nbsp;I&nbsp;would&nbsp;like it! Why, papa, you <i>know</i>
+there isn’t <i>anything</i> that I like so much as a good, long ride
+with you!” cried Linda, dancing with delight, as she ran off to get
+ready for the drive.</p>
+
+<p>For&nbsp;it&nbsp;was&nbsp;indeed a “good long” ride to East
+Berlin&mdash;fifteen miles at least&mdash;and
+<!-- png 10 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">386a</span>
+the day was just as fresh and bright and lovely as a day could be in the
+fresh and bright and lovely month of May.</p>
+
+<p>The young grass was emerald green along the country roads, the apple
+trees were all in sheets of bloom, hill-sides were fairly blue with
+bird-foot violets, and sweet spring flowers were smiling everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>Linda was so full of happiness that she could scarcely keep from
+singing in concert with the birds that trilled and chirped among the
+trees on either hand, as the pleasant road led through a piece of
+woodland.</p>
+
+<p>But the woods came to an end abruptly where the trees had been cut
+off, and where some men with ox-carts were hauling away the long piles
+of cord-wood. Then there were fields of plowed ground on each side of
+the road, and then a long stretch of rocky hills and old pastures, and
+presently some houses came in sight.</p>
+
+<p>Old, weather-beaten houses they were&mdash;a dozen, perhaps, in all.
+Two or three had once been painted red, and still displayed some dark
+and dingy traces of that color; but most of them were brown, and some
+had green moss growing on their broad, sloping roofs&mdash;roofs which
+were two stories high in front, but came down so low at the back that a
+lively boy might reach them from the ground with very little effort,
+only the place did not look as if anything so young or so lively as a
+boy had been seen there for at least twenty years.</p>
+
+<p>Still, it was a pleasant place. There were thickets of lilac and
+mock-orange bushes around every house, and old-fashioned lilies and
+roses growing half-wild along the fences.</p>
+
+<p>There were flagged walks leading up to all the doors, with borders of
+evergreen box, which had once been trim, and still was quaint and
+pleasing; there were old gardens, where everything was “all run out,”
+but where the bees and birds appeared to find congenial homes; there
+were gnarly old apple-trees, with bending, twisted branches that touched
+the ground and made the most enticing rustic seats.</p>
+
+<p>Withal, there was a calm and stillness brooding on the place that
+filled one’s fancy with sweet thoughts of olden times and&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>“Whoo-oo-oop! Hip, hip, pip, hoo-<i>ray</i>!”</p>
+
+<p>“Good <i>gracious</i>!” cried Mr. Trafton, starting from his pleasant
+reverie, and clutching at the reins which lay loose upon his knee. “Good
+gracious! What’s that?”</p>
+
+<p>“It’s a boy!” said Linda, with a quite disgusted accent.</p>
+
+<p>Unquestionably, it was a boy&mdash;and a boy of the most aggressively
+modern type, clad in garments of the very latest cut, from his flannel
+yachting-shirt to his canvas “base-ball” shoes&mdash;a&nbsp;boy with a
+look as well as a voice, which proclaimed him all alive.</p>
+
+<p>His close-cropped head was bare, and his white straw hat came
+spinning over the stone wall and into the middle of the road, as if
+impelled by steam-power, before the boy himself scrambled over, giving
+vent to another whoop, which would have done credit to a Comanche gone
+mad.</p>
+
+<p>The whoop and the hat together were enough to startle almost any
+horse; and, although Mr. Trafton’s fine roadster, “Billy,” was pretty
+well trained, the combined effect was a little too much for his nerves.
+He gave a sidelong leap and started to run. His master checked him
+sharply, and veering from the road, he ran the wheels into a deep rut,
+and over went the buggy with a crash!</p>
+
+<p>Linda screamed, as she was pitched headlong into a thicket of
+sweet-fern which grew along the roadside; but the bushes broke her fall,
+and, beyond the fright and a scratched hand, she received no injury.</p>
+
+<p>Her father was equally fortunate, and, as Billy had recovered from
+his momentary panic and did not run, the accident appeared, at the first
+glance, to be nothing serious.</p>
+
+<p>The boy who had caused it came forward, with a look of trepidation
+upon his countenance, exclaiming:</p>
+
+<p>“I’m awfully sorry, sir; I didn’t mean to frighten your horse.
+I&nbsp;was down behind the wall and didn’t see you coming, or I wouldn’t
+have thrown my hat so. I&nbsp;was only scaring a squirrel.”</p>
+
+<p>“He must have been pretty thoroughly scared,” said Mr. Trafton,
+drily.</p>
+
+<p>However, the boy’s bright face wore an expression of such honest
+regret that he added, with a good-humored accent:</p>
+
+<!-- png 11 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">386b</span>
+<p>“Well, well, I was a boy myself once. You must be more careful
+another time, my lad.”</p>
+
+<p>“That I will, sir.”</p>
+
+<p>And as Mr. Trafton began to raise the overturned buggy, the boy took
+hold and helped him.</p>
+
+<p>On getting the vehicle righted, they found that one wheel was broken
+so badly as to need repairs before the journey could be continued, and
+Mr. Trafton surveyed the damage with grave concern.</p>
+
+<p>The boy gave a low whistle, and murmured:</p>
+
+<p>“Here’s a state of things!”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t see what I’m going to do,” remarked the gentleman. “There’s
+nobody in this region who could mend that wheel, I&nbsp;suppose?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh yes there is!” cried the boy, brightening up. “Doran’s blacksmith
+shop is only a little ways down the road; you can get the wheel fixed
+there. I’ll go along and hold up this side of the buggy; and I’ll pay
+the bill, sir, as I caused the damage.”</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Trafton looked at him approvingly, but answered:</p>
+
+<p>“You need not do that, my boy. The bill won’t amount to much; but the
+job may take some time&mdash;and where can I leave my little girl?
+I&nbsp;suppose you would not care to wait in the blacksmith shop,
+Linda?”</p>
+
+<p>Before Linda could reply, the boy said, looking at her frankly, and
+not at all abashed:</p>
+
+<p>“She can stay with my grandma while you’re having the wheel fixed.
+Mrs. Deacon Burbank is my grandma; she lives right here, sir,” pointing
+out the house.</p>
+
+<p>“And where do you live?” asked Mr. Trafton, who took a liking to Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank’s grandson, for all his annoyance at the trouble which
+that lively youth had caused him.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m staying with grandma this summer,” said the boy; “but I live in
+Boston when I’m at home. My name is John Burbank.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, John, you will have to take Linda to your grandma, for I
+cannot leave Billy standing here with this broken buggy.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right, sir; I’ll be back in a minute, and help you down to
+Doran’s.”</p>
+
+<p>So saying, John Burbank led the way, and Linda followed, to the
+nearest of the brown old houses&mdash;a&nbsp;big, broad-roofed domicile,
+with wide, double doors and narrow windows, and with two great cherry
+trees in the front yard, looking like two great drifts of snow, they
+were so thickly covered with white blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>A border of red and yellow tulips, gay daffodils, and “crown
+imperials,” edged the narrow walk which led from the front gate around
+to the side door, where they were received by a surprised old lady in
+gold-bowed spectacles, to whom John presented his companion, with the
+following concise account of the accident which occasioned her
+unexpected appearance:</p>
+
+<p>“Grandma, here’s a girl, and her father is out there with his team,
+and they’ve just had a break-down, and it was all my doing; but I didn’t
+mean to! I&nbsp;scared the horse, hollering at a squirrel. I’ve got to
+go and help her father get the buggy down to Doran’s, and she’s going to
+stay here till it’s fixed, and her name’s Linda. I&nbsp;don’t know what
+her other name&nbsp;is.”</p>
+
+<p>“Linda Trafton,” supplemented Linda, as the boy paused to catch his
+breath.</p>
+
+<p>“Johnny,” said the old lady, speaking as severely as a stout old lady
+with dimples in her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes could be expected
+to speak, when addressing her only grandson&mdash;“Johnny, I&nbsp;do
+declare for ’t, you air the worst boy! What under the canopy will you go
+to cuttin’ up next? Come right in, my dear,” she said to Linda, “and
+make yourself to home. Johnny, you run along and help the gentleman; and
+tell Mr. Doran your gran’ther will pay the bill.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I’m going to pay it myself, grandma, with my own pocket-money,
+if the gentleman will let me; but he says he won’t.”</p>
+
+<p>And Johnny was off before he had done speaking.</p>
+
+<p>“I declare for ’t,” said his grandmother, “that boy is a regular
+Burbank; jest exactly what the deacon used to be at his age&mdash;always
+into suthin’. I&nbsp;knew the deacon when he wa’n’t any older than
+Johnny, an’ I&nbsp;remember jest how he used to act. Take off your
+things, my dear, and make yourself to home.”</p>
+
+<p>She took Linda’s hat and sacque, and
+<!-- png 12 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">386c</span>
+carried them into the spare bed-room, where there was a great
+“four-poster” bedstead, with blue-and-white chintz hangings and a
+blue-and-white spread; and then she came and sat down by Linda, and
+asked her a great many questions about the break-down, and about her
+father and mother and herself, but she was such a nice old lady that
+Linda did not mind her being a little inquisitive.</p>
+
+<p>In return, she gave Linda quite a complete history of her own family,
+and told her a number of entertaining stories about Johnny and Johnny’s
+father, and about the deacon when he was a boy. Finally, she looked at
+the queer old clock on the kitchen mantle-shelf, and remarked:</p>
+
+<p>“It’s time I was gittin’ my dinner over to cook, and I guess I shall
+have to leave you to amuse yourself a little while, my dear. You might
+go out an’ look ’round the garden, if you want; or maybe you’d ruther go
+up in the garret, an’ look at Johnny’s picture-books an’ things. He
+likes to stay up there, when it rains so’t he can’t go out.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I should like that, of all things!” cried Linda, delighted.
+“I&nbsp;do love a real old-fashioned garret, with all sorts of old
+things in&nbsp;it!”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you now? Well,” said Mrs. Burbank, beaming over the gold-bowed
+spectacles, “our garret is full of old truck, an’ you can go up there
+an’ rummage ’round all you’ve a min’&nbsp;to.”</p>
+
+<p>She opened the door of a narrow staircase, with steep and well-worn
+stairs, and told Linda that was the way to the back chamber over the
+kitchen, and when she got up there she would see the garret stairs; and
+she guessed Linda could find the way up alone. She was pretty hefty
+herself, and she didn’t travel up and down stairs any more than she
+could help.</p>
+
+<p>Linda very quickly found her way to the garret, which proved to be
+indeed a veritable treasury of “old truck;” and her brown eyes opened
+wide with ecstasy as she caught sight of a real, genuine spinning-wheel,
+stowed away under the low, sloping roof.</p>
+
+<p>Then she discovered a smaller wheel, with a motto carved around its
+rim in quaint lettering, which Linda studied over a long time before she
+made it out&mdash;“Eat not the Bread of Idleness.” She learned afterward
+that this was a flax-wheel, on which Deacon Burbank’s mother used to
+spin the thread to weave her linen sheets.</p>
+
+<p>Beside the flax-wheel stood a superannuated chest of drawers, with
+dingy brass handles, which had once, no doubt, been a fine piece of
+furniture.</p>
+
+<p>Then there were broken-down chairs, with straight, stiff backs;
+queer, cracked jugs and bottles, and painted teacups with the handles
+broken off; and funny old spelling-books and school-readers, all
+inscribed, in beautiful handwriting, on their yellow fly-leaves:</p>
+
+<p class = "center">“John Burbank, his book.”</p>
+
+<p>Linda knew that the John Burbank who had learned his lessons from
+these old books must have been the deacon “when he was a boy,” and not
+her young friend, Johnny.</p>
+
+<p>There were several old-fashioned wooden chests among the treasures of
+this delightful garret, and Linda hesitated to open them at first; but
+finally she called to mind that she had been given permission to
+“rummage” as much as she pleased.</p>
+
+<p>One chest, painted green, stood near the narrow window, which threw a
+checkered square of sunshine upon the garret floor, and as Linda raised
+the cover she gave a little scream of rapture, for it seemed almost as
+if she had found a broken rainbow, there was such a glitter of gay
+colors in the sunlight.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh! <i>oh!</i>” she cried, “what lovely, <i>lovely</i> pieces for a
+crazy quilt!”</p>
+
+<p>For the old chest was nearly filled with scraps of silk and satin of
+every shape and size, from bits not over an inch wide to the large,
+three-cornered pieces, of which there seemed to be a great number, left
+in cutting trimming-folds “on the bias,” as Linda knew, for she had seen
+many such remnants proudly displayed by those of her girl friends who
+happened to be in the good graces of Miss Cranshaw, the village
+dressmaker. But such brocades and stripes, such “plaid” and “watered”
+and “figured” silks, such brilliant shades of color as she found among
+the contents of that chest, her eyes had never looked upon before.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder if these are pieces of Deacon Burbank’s mother’s dresses?”
+thought
+<!-- png 13 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">386d</span>
+Linda, as she turned them over, exclaiming, every other minute, “Oh, how
+pretty!” or “Oh, what a beauty!” for every new piece that she took up
+seemed prettier than the last. “Why, she must have had as many as Queen
+Victoria. Why <i>don’t</i> they wear such colors now? Most of the silk
+dresses that Miss Cranshaw makes are black, or brown, or sage-green, or
+some other sober shade; but these are all so bright. Oh, what a lovely
+blue!”</p>
+
+<p>“It is a handsome piece of silk, ain’t it? That was the dress Miss
+Polly Newcome wore to the inaugeration ball at Washington, ’most forty
+years ago. They don’t have no such silks in these days.”</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Deacon Burbank had mounted the garret stairs with footsteps far
+from noiseless, being, as she said, a&nbsp;“hefty” old lady; but Linda
+had been too much absorbed to notice her approach until she spoke.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, Mrs. Burbank! What beautiful pieces!” cried Linda. “Where did
+they all come from?”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, they come from all ’round, my dear,” said Mrs. Burbank, sitting
+down with Linda, beside the green chest. “You see, my girls used to take
+in dressmakin’, when they was young, and the pieces kinder gathered an’
+gathered. The girls used to keep the silk pieces separate, thinkin’ they
+might do suthin’ with ’em sometime; but they never did. They was always
+too busy to do much putterin’ work. So the pieces have laid there ever
+sence the girls left home. They all got married, many a long year ago,
+my girls. Cecilia went to New York, and Evaline lives down in
+Pennsylvaney&mdash;she’s got to be quite an old woman herself now; and
+Nancy Jane, she’s layin’ in the cemetery over to East Berlin, with her
+own little girl buried ’long side of her,” said the old lady, sighing.
+“But they used to be called the best dressmakers there was anywhere
+round these parts; folks used to come from as far off as Tolland County
+to have their nice dresses made by the Burbank girls. Miss Polly Newcome
+went to Washington the winter that her father was elected to the Senate.
+She was a great beauty, Miss Polly was, an’ they made everything of her
+in Washington. But my girls had the makin’ of all her new clothes, ’fore
+she went. This was a dress she wore to a grand dinner-party that was
+given to her father, Senator Newcome.”</p>
+
+<p>And the old lady picked out a scrap of marvelous brocade, with
+silver-white roses on a wine-colored ground, and smoothed it on her
+knee.</p>
+
+<p>“This was the one she wore to the President’s
+reception”&mdash;selecting a bit of rose-colored satin, striped with
+sky-blue velvet; “and this,” she continued, smoothing out a long strip
+of changeable silk in green and ruby tints, “was another dinner dress.
+Here’s a piece of plaid silk that was made up for Squire Harney’s wife,
+when she was goin’ to Europe; and here’s a piece of Mrs. Doctor Thorne’s
+dress, that she had made on purpose to wear to a grand party over in
+Tolland.”</p>
+
+<p>This last was a good-sized square of bright yellow silk, with
+polka-dots of mazarine blue.</p>
+
+<p>Linda, looking at the gorgeous fabric with admiring eyes,
+exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>“I never saw such pieces in all my life! They <i>would</i> make the
+loveliest crazy quilt!”</p>
+
+<p>“What kind of a quilt, my dear?”</p>
+
+<p>“A crazy quilt,” said Linda, laughing. “Haven’t you ever seen one,
+Mrs. Burbank? Fred says the person was crazy who first invented them;
+but I think they’re just as pretty as they can be. It takes a great many
+pieces of silk, though, to make a bed-quilt, and some of the girls only
+make sofa-pillows and such things.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, you mean patchwork. The land!” said Mrs. Burbank, “I&nbsp;used
+to make silk patchwork more than sixty years ago. It was all the style
+then, but I didn’t s’pose they ever done it now.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, yes; it is all the style now,” said Linda, with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>“Do tell! I want to know if you like to piece patchwork?” said the
+old lady, looking over her spectacles at Linda’s girlish face, with its
+gentle eyes and frame of soft, brown hair. “I&nbsp;declare for’t, you
+look just as my Nancy Jane did when she was your age! If you want them
+pieces, child, you can have ’em; I&nbsp;ain’t got any use for ’em, and
+don’t s’pose I ever shall have. I’m too old to piece patchwork,
+myself&mdash;my eyesight ain’t what it used to&nbsp;be.”</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Linda was speechless with delight, but finally she found
+her voice, and cried out:</p>
+
+<!-- png 14 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">387a</span>
+<p>“Oh, Mrs. Burbank! All those lovely crazy pieces! Do you really mean
+to give them to&nbsp;me?”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course I do, and I’m real glad to see ye so pleased, my dear.
+Them silk pieces have laid in that chest years an’ years, doin’ nobody
+any good; an’ they shan’t lay there no longer, if they can make a little
+girl so happy.”</p>
+
+<p>And the good old lady looked happy herself as she opened another
+chest, and, taking out an old pillow-case of home-spun linen, began to
+fill it with the wondrous “crazy pieces.”</p>
+
+<p>When she had crowded them all in and tied the bag with a piece of
+twine, she said:</p>
+
+<p>“Now, you can take ’em right along with you, an’ whenever your father
+happens to come this way ag’in, he can bring me back the piller-case,
+for it was one of Mother Burbank’s, and I shouldn’t want to lose it.
+I&nbsp;declare for ’t<ins class = "correction" title = "close quote missing">!”</ins> she added, “I&nbsp;forgot all about your father,
+child, I&nbsp;got so took up with lookin’ over them pieces. He’s got the
+buggy mended, an’ he’s come back after you, so you must come right down.
+I&nbsp;want you an’ he should have dinner ’fore you go; it’s all
+ready.”</p>
+
+<p>And happy Linda went down to the kitchen, where she found her father
+and Johnny, and Deacon Burbank, who had just come home to dinner.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Trafton was hungry, and quite willing to take dinner at the
+deacon’s, instead of waiting till they arrived at East Berlin.</p>
+
+<p>They all became very well acquainted in the course of the meal, and
+Mr. Trafton promised to bring Linda to see Mrs. Burbank, whenever he
+came that way.</p>
+
+<p>“And I will bring my crazy quilt and show it to you, when I get it
+done, Mrs. Burbank,” added Linda.</p>
+
+<p>Whereupon Johnny spoke up, and said:</p>
+
+<p>“If you don’t get on with your crazy quilt any faster than my sister
+does with hers, you won’t ever get it done!”</p>
+
+<p>And Linda told him that sounded just like Fred!</p>
+
+<p>Johnny carried the pillow-case out to the buggy and tucked it under
+the seat; and Linda could think of nothing but her crazy pieces all the
+way to East Berlin.</p>
+
+<p>When she got home and showed them to Fred, he declared they were the
+jolliest, craziest lot of pieces he had seen yet!</p>
+
+<p>And when Linda’s quilt was commenced, all the girls went wild over
+it; but she laughingly refused to tell them where her pieces came
+from.</p>
+
+<p>She made a great mystery of the matter, asserting, in reply to all
+inquiries, that hers would be a crazy quilt with a history, and nobody
+should know anything about it until the quilt was finished.</p>
+
+<p>A crazy quilt with a history is no trifling piece of work, and the
+girls have not yet heard the story.</p>
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "davy" id = "davy">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>DAVY’S TURN.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY FLORENCE B. HALLOWELL.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>“Never mind! It’ll come my turn some day, and then I’ll pay you boys
+up; and you’ll be sorry enough for all the mean things you’ve done to
+me,” and Davy Potter stooped to pick up the books which one of a group
+of a dozen boys had pushed from his arm.</p>
+
+<p>The school-house yard was muddy from recent rains, and the books were
+so wet and dirty that Davy took out his pocket handkerchief to wipe them
+off.</p>
+
+<p>“What’ll you take for that handkerchief, Dave?” asked Fred Bassett.
+“It’s a beauty, and no mistake.”</p>
+
+<p>There was a loud shout from the other boys, and universal attention
+was directed to the little square of faded calico Davy was so
+industriously using.</p>
+
+<p>A hot flush rose to the boy’s thin, freckled face; but he made no
+reply, except to mutter under his breath something which the boys could
+not catch.</p>
+
+<p>But there was a bitter, vindictive feeling in his heart as he
+followed his persecutors into the school-house. He did not understand
+why all the wit&mdash;if wit it could be called&mdash;should be leveled
+at him; why he should be the target for every poisoned arrow, simply
+because he was poor, ugly and always at the bottom of his classes. He
+thought it unjust and cruel, and longed with all his heart for the time
+to come when by some real good luck he would have a chance to “pay the
+boys&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<!-- png 15 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">387b</span>
+<p>He knew that if he ever needed assistance in any such work, he could
+rely on old Sim Kane to help him; for the old
+man&mdash;a&nbsp;half-witted creature who earned a miserable livelihood
+by doing odd jobs of wood-sawing and cleaning for charitably-disposed
+people&mdash;had good reason, also, to hate the boys of the Prickett
+school, and long for revenge.</p>
+
+<p>Davy lived with an aunt, who gave him a home as a matter of duty, and
+regarded him as a burden and a nuisance, often treating him so unkindly
+that he was made very unhappy, and spent as little time with her as
+possible.</p>
+
+<p>He tried honestly to be dutiful and obedient; but he couldn’t help
+forgetting occasionally to wipe his feet before entering the kitchen,
+and sometimes he let the fire go out, or forgot to feed the chickens.
+Then he was severely reprimanded, of course, and told that he was
+ungrateful, as well as stupid.</p>
+
+<p>But in the woods he was free to do as he liked, and there was no one
+to scold or find fault with him, and he had many dumb but affectionate
+friends there among the squirrels, rabbits and birds.</p>
+
+<p>So he always took his way to the woods every Saturday as soon as he
+had cleaned up the yard about his aunt’s house, filled all the
+water-buckets, cut the kindling for the kitchen stove, and attended to
+the dozen or more other chores Miss Potter required of him.</p>
+
+<p>He never shirked the least of them, no matter how anxious he was to
+get away; for he had been so frequently told how much he owed to his
+aunt, that he believed he could not do too much for her.</p>
+
+<p>It was while exploring the depths of the woods, one day, that he
+discovered the secret retreat of the “Mystic Nine,” a&nbsp;club of nine
+boys who disappeared from the village regularly every Saturday morning
+during the spring, summer and fall, and remained away until sunset,
+often returning with torches to have a street parade after dark, or with
+a bag of plump birds for a grand “fry” in the kitchen of some indulgent
+mother.</p>
+
+<p>That they had a hiding-place of some sort, where they held meetings
+and ate the generous lunches they carried with them, all the boys
+outside the nine felt sure; but none of the Mystics ever answered any
+questions concerning it, and threw out vague but impressive warnings as
+to the terrible fate that would befall any one whose curiosity led him
+to seek to penetrate the secret they guarded so closely.</p>
+
+<p>Davy stumbled upon it quite by chance. Following the trail of a bird
+with a wounded wing, he found himself in a part of the wood he had never
+been in before, and came suddenly upon a great pile of brush a dozen
+feet high, behind which was the entrance to a deep cave in a rocky
+hillside.</p>
+
+<p>He entered, and found it well furnished with rough blankets,
+a&nbsp;table, an oil stove, and many other things necessary to the
+comfort and convenience of nine boys. A&nbsp;large window in the roof,
+which was carefully covered with brush, afforded a means to obtain
+light, when that given by the mouth of the cave did not prove
+sufficient, or when bad weather made it necessary to drop the canvas
+which did duty as a door.</p>
+
+<p>Davy, afraid of getting into trouble, kept his discovery to himself,
+but he made frequent stolen trips to the cave, and resolved that some
+day he would use his knowledge for the purpose of obtaining his
+revenge.</p>
+
+<p>He had a vague plan in his head to guide about fifty of the roughest
+boys in the village to the cave, and thus give the secret to every one,
+and he fully determined to let this be his form of revenge, when, being
+called upon to read in class, he was forced to use the wet, soiled
+books.</p>
+
+<p>His thoughts were directed so much to this subject that his lessons
+were recited even worse than usual, and as a result he was kept in to
+study for an hour after the close of school.</p>
+
+<p>When he was at last free to go home, and left the school-house, he
+found that poor old Sim was in the hands of his enemies. The Mystic Nine
+had placed him in his own dilapidated hand-cart, and were wheeling him
+down one of the side streets as fast as they could go, shouting and
+laughing at his frenzied cries of distress and the ludicrous picture he
+presented, as he clung to the side of the cart, the brim of his torn
+straw hat flapping in the wind, and an old scarf of bright scarlet silk,
+which he cherished as his dearest earthly possession, streaming out
+behind.</p>
+
+<p>Davy felt very sorry for the old man,
+<!-- png 16 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">387c</span>
+but did not dare interfere. He could only wait until the boys, becoming
+wearied of their sport, ran the cart into a shallow pond and went off to
+seek other diversion.</p>
+
+<p>Old Sim was almost helpless with fright and exhaustion, and when Davy
+waded into the pond and pushed the cart out on dry land again, he threw
+his arms about the boy’s neck, and clung to him, sobbing and moaning
+like a child.</p>
+
+<p>It was all Davy could do to comfort and quiet him, and to persuade
+him to go home, so apprehensive was he that another attack would be made
+on him. But Davy finally succeeded in convincing him that there was no
+further danger, and the old man went scuffling off to the miserable
+shanty he called home.</p>
+
+<p>The next day was Saturday, and as the weather was clear and bright,
+Davy resolved to spend the whole morning in the woods. But his aunt
+found so much for him to do that it was nearly noon before he was able
+to get away.</p>
+
+<p>As usual, he divided his lunch with the birds and squirrels, and then
+lay down under a tree to read a book he had brought with him.</p>
+
+<p>But it failed to interest him, and his mind persisted in dwelling
+upon the unkindness with which he was so systematically treated, both at
+home and at school.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder if it will ever be any different?” he thought, as he sprang
+to his feet at last. “If I only could get to the head of the grammar
+class just once, they might treat me better. But of course there is no
+use in thinking of that, for there’s no chance of&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>He strolled through the woods, his steps turning unconsciously in the
+direction of the secret cave.</p>
+
+<p>He had almost reached it, when he suddenly became aware of where he
+was, and started to retrace his steps, fearing the boys would come out
+and discover him there.</p>
+
+<p>But scarcely had he turned when, to his amazement, he saw old Sim
+Kane come rushing toward him from the direction of the cave.</p>
+
+<p>The old man’s face was pallid with excitement, and he was swinging
+his long arms, and muttering and laughing to himself in a way that made
+Davy’s blood run cold.</p>
+
+<p>“Sim! Sim! what’s the matter?” he cried.</p>
+
+<p>But the old man paid no attention to him, and not pausing to question
+him again, but sure there was trouble of some sort at the cave, Davy ran
+toward that secret retreat.</p>
+
+<p>His ears soon told him what the trouble was. The great pile of brush
+which concealed the entrance to the cave had been set on fire!</p>
+
+<p>Terrible was the vengeance which the half-demented old man had taken
+on his boyish persecutors.</p>
+
+<p>Davy, with a loud cry of horror, and forgetting in that awful moment
+all his own wrongs, seized a stout branch, and rushed upon the pile of
+brush without a moment’s hesitation.</p>
+
+<p>The entire mouth of the cave was a mass of flame, and it was no easy
+matter to scatter the burning brands, so intense was the heat.</p>
+
+<p>But Davy fought the fire right and left, with a wild energy far
+beyond his strength and years, and at last the mouth of the cave was
+clear, and the fresh air could enter it again.</p>
+
+<p>Then, exhausted, faint, and suffering most intense agony from a dozen
+terrible burns, the brave boy sank to the ground.</p>
+
+<p>At first he was scarcely conscious, but presently he became aware
+that some one was bending over him, and opening his eyes, he saw Fred
+Bassett’s face, so full of pity, admiration and kindness that poor Davy
+scarcely recognized&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>“We didn’t deserve this good turn of you, Davy,” said the boy. “But I
+can’t tell you how thankful we are to you. But for you we would have
+been suffocated inside of ten minutes. It was that old Sim who set the
+fire. We were busy at the back of the cave, making it deeper, and didn’t
+know anything about the fire until we heard the old man shout at us from
+the window overhead. He was half mad with joy, and was just about to
+light the brush on the window. He must have fired the pile in front in
+twenty places. There was no use in trying to get out. It was like a wall
+of fire. I&nbsp;tell you, we all thought our time had come. It was just
+awful.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m glad I came when I did,” said Davy, gently. “But I’m afraid
+you’ll have to help me home. My feet are&nbsp;so
+<!-- png 17 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">387d</span>
+badly burned I don’t believe I can take a step.”</p>
+
+<p>“As if we’d let you even think of walking!” exclaimed Fred. “We’ll
+rig up a litter in short order.”</p>
+
+<p>So Davy was carried into the village in state by seven of the boys,
+while the two others went on ahead to tell Miss Potter what had happened
+and engage the services of a doctor.</p>
+
+<p>And it was not until his wounds were all dressed, and he was lying
+quietly in bed, with Fred Bassett and Tom Harper sitting beside him,
+that Davy happened to think that the “turn” for which he had waited so
+long had come at last, and he had failed to take the revenge he had so
+ardently desired.</p>
+
+<p>But he never regretted this, for he never had to complain again of
+unkind treatment from either his aunt or his schoolmates. For Miss
+Potter, in taking care of her young nephew during the three weeks he was
+confined to the house, found good qualities of head and heart the
+existence of which she had never before even suspected, and she made up
+her mind that she had thought Davy a burden because she had never really
+understood him.</p>
+
+<p>As to the boys&mdash;well, they made a hero of Davy, and the “Mystic
+Nine” became the “Mystic Ten,” by the admission to membership of the
+shy, freckled-faced boy who was always at the bottom of his classes.</p>
+
+<p>And affection and encouragement brightened up Davy’s wits so much
+that he ceased before long to occupy that unenviable and lowly position,
+and astonished his teacher by his rapid progress.</p>
+
+<p>No punishment was ever meted out to old Sim; but it is scarcely
+necessary to say that the boys were careful to let him severely alone
+after that memorable Saturday on which Davy became a hero.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "blind" id = "blind">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>THE BLIND GIRL AND THE SPRING.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY SYDNEY GREY.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>Yes, it is true that I am blind (it was not always thus),</p>
+<p>But oft it comes into my mind how God can comfort&nbsp;us.</p>
+<p>For if, of some good gift bereft, we bend before His will,</p>
+<p>He ever has a blessing left which should our sorrows still.</p>
+<p>This very morn I found it so; scarce had the day begun,</p>
+<p>Ere with small, pattering, restless feet that hither swiftly run,</p>
+<p>The children came in joyous mood, and shouted, “Spring is here!”</p>
+<p>And when they led me through the wood, I knew that she was near.</p>
+<p>I felt her breath upon my cheek, and while we walked along,</p>
+<p>A thousand times I heard her speak the rustling leaves among,</p>
+<p>In tones as though a harp had thrilled beneath an angel’s touch,</p>
+<p>And all my soul with rapture filled: yet when I said as much,</p>
+<p>The others laughed and whispered low, “Nay, nay, it is the wind!”</p>
+<p>To them perhaps it might be so; but, ah! if folks are blind,</p>
+<p>They learn in every sound that floats around their pathway
+dark&mdash;</p>
+<p>The breeze, the brook, the glad bird-notes&mdash;some hidden voice to
+mark.</p>
+<p>Therefore, when spring begins to don her garments fresh and gay,</p>
+<p>Because I cannot look upon her beauty day by day,</p>
+<p>Nor see the pointed crocus flame above the garden mold,</p>
+<p>Nor watch the snowy tips that frame the daisy’s heart of gold;</p>
+<p>Because unto my longing eyes may never be displayed</p>
+<p>The changeful glory of the skies, warm shine and soothing shade,</p>
+<p>Nor the great sun’s far-reaching rays which crown the day with
+light,</p>
+<p>Nor yet the star-lit purple haze that comes before the night;</p>
+<p>She breathes the tender tale to me, in accents clear and plain,</p>
+<p>Until I nearly rend the veil and see it all again.</p>
+<p>And though I’m blind, I know quite well, when to the woods
+we&nbsp;go,</p>
+<p>The place to find the wild bluebell, and where the lilies blow;</p>
+<p>Shy violets tell me, as I pass, their buds are at my feet,</p>
+<p>And through the lengthening meadow-grass run murmurs soft and
+sweet.</p>
+<p>Oh! I thank God that He doth bring such daily joy to&nbsp;me,</p>
+<p>For even I can welcome spring, like happy girls who see.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<!-- png 18 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">388a</span>
+<a name = "canoe" id = "canoe">&nbsp;</a>
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic06a.jpg" width = "422" height = "341"
+alt = "canoe with sail"></p>
+
+<h2 class = "sans">How to Make A Canvas Canoe,</h2>
+
+<p class = "center">(<i>Concluded.</i>)</p>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY E. T. LITTLEWOOD.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>The covering is best made of what is known as “crash,” strong and
+close. It must be wide enough to go completely under the canoe, and can
+be had about 5 ft. wide, which will be quite wide enough. Seven yards of
+it will be sufficient.</p>
+
+<p>To put on the canvas, turn the canoe over. Lay the canvas with the
+centre line along the keel. Stretch it well by pulling at each end, and
+tack it through the middle at the extreme ends with a few tacks in a
+temporary manner. Put in temporary tacks along the gunwale at moderate
+intervals, stretching slightly, and endeavor to get rid of all
+folds.</p>
+
+<p>Begin in the middle and work toward the ends, and always pull
+straight away from the keel, and not along the gunwale. Then put in a
+second set of tacks half way between the first set of tacks on one side,
+pulling fairly tight. Then, on the other side, put in tacks opposite to
+the latter, pulling as tightly as possible.</p>
+
+<p>The best way to do this is to seize the canvas with a pair of
+pincers, so that on pulling you can get the head of the pincers just
+over the gunwale, when they can be used as a lever to give an extra
+pull. A&nbsp;tack may then be put in on the outside of the gunwale;
+half-inch galvanized tacks will&nbsp;do.</p>
+
+<p>Now remove the temporary set of tacks. To get rid of folds, which
+will not occur along the keel, but along the gunwale, keep bisecting the
+distance between two consecutive tacks by another tack, so that the
+canvas is equally loose on each side of it, always now pulling the
+canvas as tightly as possible.</p>
+
+<p>In this way the folds will disappear, and the canvas be stretched
+tight and well-fastened to the gunwale. Leave that portion within a foot
+of each end untacked.</p>
+
+<p>Next cut away all that portion which projects beyond the stem and
+stern-post; turn the edges in, and tack along the edges at moderate
+distances.</p>
+
+<p>Bisect these distances, and these again, till you have a very close
+row of tacks, as in Fig. 12. Pull fairly tight, but not too tight, and
+do not use pincers for this part; quarter-inch tacks will be best.</p>
+
+<p>The ends may be cut out and put on, lapping the edges over the side,
+as shown in Fig. 12, and enough canvas will be left to fill the part
+along the sides of the well,
+<span class = "pagenum">388b</span>
+into which the canvas should be tacked with a fine row of tacks,
+afterward being stretched over the gunwale. The canoe will now be
+completely covered in except the well.</p>
+
+<p>Before putting on the top, however, give the lower part outside a
+good coating of boiled linseed-oil. This will be most of it absorbed
+into the canvas. The same may be done afterward with the top.</p>
+
+<p>When this is dry&mdash;that is, after two or three days&mdash;give
+another good coating of the same. Then paint the canoe according to
+taste. Two coats for the bottom will be advisable, and paint which will
+stand water well should be used. It would be well to paint the framework
+with one coat before covering.</p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic06_all.png" width = "500" height = "304"
+alt = "see text"></p>
+
+<p>Make a stretcher (Fig. 13) for the feet, of half-inch board, and
+slips to fit it into (Fig. 10), with stops on the floor. Also,
+a&nbsp;backboard of half-inch board, to correspond (Fig. 14). Each piece
+in the latter may be 18x4 inches. They should be nailed into two
+cross-pieces behind, so as to form a hollow for back, and should be
+placed two inches apart, to allow a space for the spine.</p>
+
+<p>I prefer myself to fit in the backboard by means of stops on the
+floor and back of the well, making it keep one position, and that at a
+considerable slope, and have not found a swinging backboard so
+comfortable as some appear to have done.</p>
+
+<p>For the paddle, for which I think about 7 feet 6 inches long over all
+is a good length, take a light, clean piece of yellow pine, or fir,
+1½x1¼ inches, not more, and 6 feet long. In the ends of this cut slots 6
+inches long, each to receive two pear-shaped pieces of very light
+half-inch plank, 1 foot 3 inches by 8 inches. Nail them through with
+copper nails, if possible. The blades should be at right angles to the
+thickest direction of the handle.</p>
+
+<p>Before nailing in, shave down the handle from an oval of 1½x1¼ inches
+for 2 feet of the middle to an oval of about 1⅛x⅞ inches near the
+beginning of the blades.</p>
+
+<p>The handle should have its full thickness at the beginning of the
+blade, but should be well tapered off along the
+<span class = "pagenum">388c</span>
+blade, so as to be quite thin at its middle, where it ends. It should
+have its full breadth across the breadth of the blade. The blade itself
+may be shaved off thinner toward the edges.</p>
+
+<p>I do not think that for ordinary purposes any strip of copper or tin
+need be put round the blade, and the weight is increased by using.</p>
+
+<p>The great thing about a paddle is that it should be as light as
+possible, and, if it appears able to stand it, it may be reduced still
+further. It may be painted or varnished, all but two feet in the middle.
+I&nbsp;find no rings on the paddles necessary.</p>
+
+<p>A short strip nailed outside the gunwale in the middle of the canoe
+is a good thing; it prevents wear from the paddle, and forms something
+to catch hold of in lifting the canoe.</p>
+
+<p>A short outer keel is also a good thing at each end to prevent wear;
+but in making holes for the nails through the canvas into the keel care
+must be taken to turn in the edges round each hole, to tack with a close
+circle of tacks, and paint well, so as to render the place
+water-tight.</p>
+
+<p>An apron is seldom wanted, but may be made of canvas rendered
+waterproof with boiled oil, if desired.</p>
+
+<p>It is well to fasten some inflated bladders in each end, so as to
+make the canoe a diminutive lifeboat, in case of an upset or of a hole
+being knocked in her.</p>
+
+<p>The canoe will now be ready for launching. The owner should learn to
+put her carefully into the water and take her out by himself&mdash;to
+carry her on his shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>Superfluous wood may be cut from the central parts of the shapes, and
+also from along the keel toward the ends before covering. The floor
+forms a considerable item in the weight, consequently this should be
+made no wider or thicker than necessary. In paddling, learn to reach
+well forward and back, with a good swing of the body from side to
+side.</p>
+
+<p>Such a canoe as described will be found to wear well, and one made by
+myself for a friend two years ago is now in use, and quite
+water-tight.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "partridge" id = "partridge">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>HOW THE PARTRIDGE DRUMS.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>“When I first came to Canada,” says a writer from that locality,
+“I&nbsp;found there were various opinions as to the method of making the
+sound. One man, who read a great deal, but rarely went into the woods,
+said that the sound was produced by the bird’s voice. Some of the
+hunters told me that the bird struck its wings on the log, and others
+that it struck them together over its back.</p>
+
+<p>“I did not give much heed to the bookman’s explanation, for all the
+woodmen laughed at it. I&nbsp;soon learned to discredit also the idea
+that the bird thumped the log with its wings, because whether it stood
+on a stump or a stone, a&nbsp;rotten log or solid timber, the sound was
+always the same. Lastly, I&nbsp;did not believe that the wings were
+struck together, because, when a pigeon or rooster strikes its wings
+together, the sound is always a sharp crack. At length, after watching
+the bird carefully, I&nbsp;came to the conclusion that it drums by
+beating the air only.</p>
+
+<!-- png 19 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">388d</span>
+<p>“It is not an easy matter to get sight of a partridge when he is
+drumming, but I managed to do it by crawling on my hands and knees
+toward the bird, lying still while he was quiet, and only moving forward
+when he renewed his noisy courtship; for it is only to woo and win his
+mate that Sir Ruffled Grouse indulges in these musical exercises.</p>
+
+<p>“In this way I contrived to come within twenty feet without alarming
+him. Through the alder thicket I could just see his shapely form,
+strutting about like a turkey cock; then for a moment he stood upright,
+with his feathers lying close.</p>
+
+<p>“Suddenly his wings flashed, and at the same moment I heard the loud
+thump. Then for a few seconds he stood looking about as though nothing
+had happened; but presently came a second flash and thump, and others
+followed at lessening intervals, until at last the serenade rolled a way
+like the galloping of horses or the rumbling of distant thunder.”</p>
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "frogs" id = "frogs">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>FROGS AND TADPOLES.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY E. S.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>It is very interesting in the spring to watch the gradual development
+of a frog from the egg, through the tadpole stage of its existence, till
+at last it assumes its final form.</p>
+
+<p>The old frogs emerge from their winter hiding-places in the mud,
+early in the spring, and during April their eggs may be found floating
+on almost every stagnant pond.</p>
+
+<p>A group of these eggs in their early stages of development looks like
+a mass of clear white jelly, containing numbers of black specks, each of
+which is really the germ of the future tadpole.</p>
+
+<p>In order to watch the development, a group of the eggs should be
+taken and put in a shallow vessel of water, which, if kept in the house,
+should have a bell-glass, or some other covering, over it, to keep out
+the dust.</p>
+
+<p>The jelly-like mass which envelopes the future tadpole is so clear
+that all its changes can be easily watched.</p>
+
+<p>First the head appears, then a flat tail, and in course of time the
+nostrils, mouth and large eyes, till at length the completed tadpole
+bursts open its gelatinous covering, and apparently not in the least
+embarrassed by its new surroundings, begins swimming briskly about,
+looking for something to eat.</p>
+
+<p>The time occupied in hatching varies in different countries,
+according to the climate, from four days to a month.</p>
+
+<p>The following stages are even more interesting, especially for those
+who can take advantage of the transparency of the parts to watch the
+circulation of the blood through a microscope.</p>
+
+<p>The body of the tadpole gradually gets broader, while the tail gets
+thinner and thinner, till it finally disappears altogether; but before
+that happens, its place has been taken by two hind legs, which first
+appear under the skin and then gradually push their way through.</p>
+
+<p>The fore legs next appear, and so on through all the stages of
+development, till in a longer or shorter time, according to the amount
+of warmth, light and food it can obtain, the complete frog appears.</p>
+
+<p>But woe betide the unfortunate tadpole which, first of the shoal,
+attains to the dignity of possessing limbs, for so ferocious are the
+later ones, and so jealous of their precocious little brother, that they
+almost always fall upon him, and not content with killing, never rest
+till every morsel of him is eaten.</p>
+
+<p class = "floatright">
+<img src = "images/pic06b.jpg" width = "203" height = "110"
+alt = "frog"></p>
+
+<p>And unless several of the tadpoles assume their final change about
+the same time, this proceeding is repeated till their numbers are very
+considerably diminished, or, as sometimes happens, till only one
+survivor is left, who, having helped to eat all his brethren, instead of
+meeting with his deserts, is allowed to live on in peace, till some day,
+in the course of his walks abroad, he, in his turn, is snapped up as a
+delicate morsel by some hungry snake or water-fowl.</p>
+
+
+<!-- png 20 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">389a</span>
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "honest" id = "honest">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>BE HONEST AND TRUE.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY GEORGE BIRDSEYE.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<table class = "verse" summary = "poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p class = "indent2">Be honest and true, boys!</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Whatever you do, boys,</p>
+<p>Let this be your motto through life.</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Both now and forever,</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Be this your endeavor,</p>
+<p>When wrong with the right is at strife.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent2">The best and the truest,</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Alas! are the fewest;</p>
+<p>But be one of these if you can.</p>
+<p class = "indent2">In duty ne’er fail; you</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Will find ’twill avail you,</p>
+<p>And bring its reward when a man.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent2">Don’t think life plain sailing;</p>
+<p class = "indent2">There’s danger of failing,</p>
+<p>Though bright seem the future to be;</p>
+<p class = "indent2">But honor and labor,</p>
+<p class = "indent2">And truth to your neighbor,</p>
+<p>Will bear you safe over life’s sea.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent2">Then up and be doing,</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Right only pursuing,</p>
+<p>And take your fair part in the strife.</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Be honest and true, boys,</p>
+<p class = "indent2">Whatever you do, boys,</p>
+<p>Let this be your motto through life!</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "search" id = "search">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+[<i>This Story began in No. 22.</i>]</p>
+
+<h1 class = "smallcaps">In Search of Himself.</h1>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h3>A Tale of Dangerous Adventure.</h3>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4>BY GEORGE H. COOMER,</h4>
+
+<h6 class = "tiny">AUTHOR OF “ARTHUR SUMMERS,” ETC.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XIII.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">RALPH MAKES A FRIEND.</span></h4>
+
+<p>Ralph had need of all his courage, as he realized what was before
+him. In a low, swampy spot, close under a pile of rock and earth, that
+rose out of it like a wall, was an animal such as he had never met with
+until this moment, although he instinctively guessed what it
+must&nbsp;be.</p>
+
+<p>The creature appeared to be in a complete frenzy of rage. It was
+covered with mud and water, and with furious motions was trampling down
+the long, rank grass which grew about the place.</p>
+
+<p>“A wild boar!” uttered our young friend to himself, with his heart
+leaping to his throat, as his glance took in the sharp back, the high
+shoulders, and the immense tusks that curved from the jaws like
+cimetars. </p>
+
+<p>He had seen pictures of such animals, but had never dreamed how
+startling the reality would&nbsp;be.</p>
+
+<p>The boar seemed to direct his fury against the ledge which formed the
+boundary of the muddy and grassy place where he was raging about; and
+looking a little above the savage brute, Ralph perceived a something
+which appeared like a human form in some manner confined among the
+rocks. He thought the body looked as if partially under a big stone that
+held it down.</p>
+
+<p>Instantly the thought came to him:</p>
+
+<p>“It must be that a man has got caught there under a rock, which he
+has pulled down upon himself in trying to clamber&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<p>Just as this thought entered his mind, he saw the boar give a fearful
+spring and fall back with what seemed a strip of clothing between his
+jaws.</p>
+
+<p>The position of the imprisoned man must be awful, and there was not a
+moment to lose. The next spring might be more successful.</p>
+
+<p>The fierce jaws clashed together with a startling sound, and the huge
+head was shaken, as if the frenzy of the monster was increased by the
+possession of that bit of rag.</p>
+
+<p>The prisoner gave another wild cry, and Ralph responded, with all the
+strength of his lungs:</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll help you! I’ll help you!”</p>
+
+<p>He was too far off for a successful shot, but he hoped by firing to
+attract the animal’s attention from the man to himself, and then, in
+case of need, he might retreat into some one of the trees among which he
+was then standing.</p>
+
+<p>So, taking the best aim he could, he fired both barrels in quick
+succession. But the boar, except by a furious toss of the head and a
+single terrible “<i>Whoosh!</i>” paid not the slightest attention to
+him.</p>
+
+<!-- png 21 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">389b</span>
+<p>Indeed, the efforts of the animal to reach the intended victim
+became, if possible, more frantic than ever; and Ralph guessed that
+once, at least, the tusks came in contact with some part of the poor
+captive’s body.</p>
+
+<p>“I can do nothing in this way,” he said to himself. “The man will be
+torn in pieces before my eyes. I&nbsp;must make a bold move and take my
+chance.”</p>
+
+<p>Between himself and the scene of danger there was neither rock nor
+tree, but only the shallow mud and water, and the rank grass. The
+venture would be a desperate one, but nothing less would save the man
+from a terrible death.</p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic07.jpg" width = "508" height = "553"
+alt = "see caption"></p>
+
+<p class = "caption" style = "width: 508px">
+“RALPH’S LEGS WERE KNOCKED FROM UNDER HIM BY THE WEIGHT OF THE HUGE
+BODY, SO THAT HE FELL AT FULL LENGTH IN THE MUD.”</p>
+
+<p>Ralph had about him shells containing charges of all descriptions,
+from fine shot to bullets. Quickly throwing open his breech-loader, he
+slipped a ball cartridge into one barrel and a heavy charge of buckshot
+into the other.</p>
+
+<p>Then springing forward, he went splashing across the morass, with the
+mud and water almost up to his knees.</p>
+
+<p>“I am no marksman,” he thought, as he strode rapidly on, “and shall
+have to get close to him to hit him; but if he should come at me,
+I&nbsp;shall have my second barrel, besides a plenty of shells.”</p>
+
+<p>There was some reassurance in this thought, especially as he had two
+of the spare shells in his hand, ready for use in case of need.</p>
+
+<p>At a distance of only six rods from the enraged animal, he stopped
+and brought up his gun.</p>
+
+<p>The boar was not still for an instant, but rushing about in its
+efforts to get up the rock. He had certainly struck the man, for there
+was blood on the rock and on the savage tusks. This probably rendered
+him all the more eager.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll try the buckshot first,” thought
+<span class = "pagenum">389c</span>
+Ralph, “for they’ll scatter a little, and some of them must hit
+him.”</p>
+
+<p>He ranged between the two barrels, and pulled. “Bang!” sounded the
+report. “Whoosh!” uttered the boar, stopping short in his efforts
+against the rock, and turning his whole attention upon the intruder.
+Doubtless he was hit, but perhaps not mortally.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph’s gun was again at his face. “Bang!” This time the single ball
+was sent, but through the smoke of the discharge he saw that the boar
+was rushing upon him.</p>
+
+<p>An interval of six rods, and a wild hog, six feet long, bounding over
+it with clashing jaws! How the breech-loader sprang open, and how the
+two spare charges went into it! What if Ralph had not held them all
+ready in his hand?</p>
+
+<p>“Bang! bang!” The boar’s head was not three feet from the muzzle as
+the second barrel was fired. The monster’s impetus carried him on with a
+plunge; and the young hero’s legs were knocked from under him by the
+weight of the huge body, so that he fell at full length in the mud.</p>
+
+<p>For an instant he believed himself lost, and while scrambling to his
+feet he expected to feel the sweep of those sword-like tusks.</p>
+
+<p>But there was no longer any danger; the last discharge had done its
+work to perfection, and with his knees bent under him, the boar lay just
+as he had plowed into the mire, having not even rolled over.</p>
+
+<p>Picking up his gun, Ralph hurried to assist the person on the rock,
+whom he had already seen to be a negro, and whom he now found to be held
+down by a large stone, which lay upon his legs, he having doubtless
+pulled it from a position above
+<span class = "pagenum">389d</span>
+in his frantic efforts to escape from his pursuer.</p>
+
+<p>The confined black could not help himself; but Ralph succeeded,
+without much difficulty, in relieving him from the heavy weight.</p>
+
+<p>The stone could not have slipped more than two or three feet, for the
+negro was not much injured by it, although it had held him so firmly. He
+had the marks of the animal’s tusks on one of his legs; but the wound
+was not a dangerous one. Ralph bound his handkerchief around it, and
+felt very glad to find that the poor fellow was almost as good as
+new.</p>
+
+<p>Finding himself able to walk, and seeming to realize how much he owed
+to his young rescuer, the stout negro grasped the boy’s right hand in
+both his own, and with tears glistening in his eyes, uttered a number of
+rapid sentences, only a few words of which Ralph could understand, but
+which were evidently the outpourings of gratitude.</p>
+
+<p>Still, there was in his manner an appearance of apprehension, as if
+he feared that the lad might not be alone. He would glance furtively
+about, like one who is expecting an enemy; and it was plain that he was
+meditating a retreat.</p>
+
+<p>Back of the rocks there was dry, firm land; and in this direction he
+looked, as if desirous of moving off.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph recalled the conversation which he had heard the day before
+about the runaway slave.</p>
+
+<p>“This man may be Jumbo himself,” he thought. “I’ll try to make him
+understand&nbsp;me.”</p>
+
+<p>Then, looking kindly in the negro’s face, he said, in Spanish:</p>
+
+<p>“I think you are Jumbo. I am only a boy, and I am all alone. You are
+free; you can go where you will.”</p>
+
+<!-- png 22 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">390a</span>
+<p>And he pointed to the deep, free woods.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph had great difficulty in getting out this amount of Castilian;
+but the negro, whose own command of that language seemed to be of the
+most meagre description, comprehended his meaning. He took the spirit,
+if not the words.</p>
+
+<p>A grateful expression came over his dark face, and again he clasped
+the boy’s hand, with the same flow of mingled African and Spanish upon
+his tongue.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph bade him a kind good-by, and he walked away into the forest,
+waving his sable hand with a gesture full of feeling as he
+disappeared.</p>
+
+<p>Our young sailor now proceeded to examine the animal he had
+killed.</p>
+
+<p>It is said that the timid man is afraid before the danger, the coward
+during it, and the brave man after it. Ralph was afraid
+after&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>He felt a kind of weakness about the knees, and wondered that he had
+not noticed it before. He remembered how the bristles had stood up on
+the boar’s back, how the savage jaws had clashed together, and how he
+had seen the tusks standing out like long knives as the creature came
+straight for him.</p>
+
+<p>Now how grim the monster looked as he lay in the mud and water, just
+where he had dropped dead&mdash;not on his side, but with the legs
+doubled under him, and the stout, hoggish ears sticking up like ears of
+corn.</p>
+
+<p>“The next thing is to find my pony,” thought Ralph. “Let’s
+see&mdash;which way did I come? Here are my tracks. I&nbsp;must have
+come out of that thicket yonder.”</p>
+
+<p>Then, looking about him, he saw another line of tracks, and, going to
+examine it, perceived that it was where the boar had chased the black
+man across the morass. Most of the negro’s footprints were lost in those
+of the hog.</p>
+
+<p>Almost at the moment in which Ralph reached his pony, he heard the
+report of a gun at some distance, and guessed that Mr. Arthur was coming
+in search of him. He answered the signal, and the planter, who had
+become anxious for his safety, soon made his appearance.</p>
+
+<p>“I had begun to be really alarmed about you,” said Mr. Arthur, “and
+feared I should have to go back and summon assistance in the search. If
+you had not heard my gun, I&nbsp;should have missed you, for I was just
+about to turn in the opposite direction.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I am sorry I have given you all this trouble!” said Ralph. “It
+is too bad. But you can’t think what I have killed! I&nbsp;am glad you
+have come, so that I can show you.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, how wet and muddy you are!” said the planter, “and how your
+clothes are torn! For heaven’s sake! where have you been?”</p>
+
+<p>Ralph related his adventure, and told how the black man had gone into
+the forest.</p>
+
+<p>“I would not have had you take such a risk for all I am worth!” said
+Mr. Arthur. “What would your father say if he knew of&nbsp;it?”</p>
+
+<p>“But the man couldn’t get away, and the boar might have got at him
+before I could have had a chance to bring any one else here,” replied
+Ralph.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, I know; but it was a fearful risk. No doubt the man was the
+runaway that I was speaking of to Mr. Osborne. At least, I&nbsp;should
+judge so from your description. Osborne would have detained him, of
+course; but I am not sorry that you made no such attempt. I&nbsp;should
+have been tempted to let him go myself.”</p>
+
+<p>It was a great relief to Ralph to find that Mr. Arthur took this view
+of the matter&mdash;a&nbsp;very singular one, he thought, for the owner
+of five or six hundred slaves; yet, from what he had seen of his kind
+friend, he was not surprised at&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>The planter was curious to visit the scene of the adventure, and,
+with some difficulty, they made their way to the place.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, Ralph,” he exclaimed, looking at the dead animal, and then at
+the surroundings of the spot, “it is fearful! Had I known what you were
+about, I&nbsp;should have given you up for lost. Not a tree within
+twenty rods of you! Suppose you had failed to kill him? It frightens me
+to think of&nbsp;it!”</p>
+
+<p>Going to the ledge beyond, they saw where the negro had scrambled up
+with muddy feet, and where the sharp hoofs of the boar had scratched
+long lines on the rock.</p>
+
+<p>It was easy to see how the large, loose stone, which had prevented
+the fugitive’s
+<!-- png 23 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">390b</span>
+escape, had slipped from its place as he tried to climb
+over&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, well,” said Mr. Arthur, “you ought to have one good friend in
+the forest, and I guess you have! I&nbsp;don’t think that poor fellow
+will ever forget you.”</p>
+
+<p>Ralph felt that this was pay enough, even though the friend was only
+a poor negro, whom he might never see again.</p>
+
+<p>And now, leaving the huge game where it had fallen, he accompanied
+the good planter back to the little village of huts, where Mrs. Arthur
+and Camilla were awaiting them in some anxiety.</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XIV.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">OUR SAILOR BOY DISLIKES MR. OSBORNE.</span></h4>
+
+<p>“Oh, how dreadful!” exclaimed Camilla, as she listened to the recital
+of what had taken place.</p>
+
+<p>“I am thinking of his mother,” said Mrs. Arthur, “and I am so
+thankful&mdash;so thankful&mdash;that he is safe!”</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Osborne took a very practical view of the matter.</p>
+
+<p>“You could have kept the negro, I suppose,” he said, “as you had your
+gun; but then it might not have been very easy to get him anywhere, you
+being a boy.”</p>
+
+<p>“I didn’t wish to <i>get him anywhere</i>,” replied Ralph.
+“I&nbsp;wished him to go where he liked.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course; it wasn’t your business to catch runaway negroes,” said
+the overseer, “and you did perfectly right. Only I wish I could have
+been there. Did he seem to be afraid of you?”</p>
+
+<p>“No, sir; I laid down my gun.”</p>
+
+<p>“Suppose he had taken it up?”</p>
+
+<p>“I never thought of such a thing, sir; I was trying to help him, and
+he knew&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“I wouldn’t have trusted him,” remarked the overseer.</p>
+
+<p>“I did trust him, sir; or, rather, I didn’t think anything about it.
+I&nbsp;wanted to stop his leg from bleeding.”</p>
+
+<p>“Was he in a hurry to be off after you had fixed him&nbsp;up?”</p>
+
+<p>“He looked uneasy, as if afraid that somebody else might come before
+he could get away.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps he expected you to take up your gun and order him to march
+for his old quarters?”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know how that was,” said Ralph; “but the gun lay all the
+while where he could have taken it up if he would.”</p>
+
+<p>“What did you say to him?”</p>
+
+<p>“I told him he was free. And it almost made me cry to see how
+grateful he appeared for what I had done. I&nbsp;hope he has some good
+place to stay&nbsp;in.”</p>
+
+<p>“No danger,” said the overseer; “he has a good enough place for this
+climate, and lives on the fat of the land, besides. I&nbsp;think some of
+my negroes could go straight to him within the next two hours, but they
+won’t tell.”</p>
+
+<p>“And do they never run away, too?” asked Ralph.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes; but I have generally got them back. Sometimes they are arrested
+by the Spanish soldiers, if they venture out of the woods; and
+sometimes, when they keep in their hiding-places, I&nbsp;track them out
+myself.”</p>
+
+<p>“And do you whip them when you get them back?”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course I do; that teaches them better than to risk it again.”</p>
+
+<p>Somehow, Ralph did not like Mr. Osborne; for, besides that it was
+hard to help associating him with the cruel office he occupied, there
+was a something in him as an individual which repelled the boy’s quick,
+intuitive sympathies. Practically he might be better than most
+overseers, but how could he be otherwise under a superior like Mr.
+Arthur?</p>
+
+<p>Ralph had brought in the parrots and paroquets that he had shot, for
+he had not forgotten them on remounting his pony, and he now took off
+their skins in a very artistic manner, leaving the beautiful plumage
+almost unruffled, much to the delight of Camilla, who thanked him for
+his thoughtfulness of her.</p>
+
+<p>Upon the journey homeward, the two spotted ponies, keeping close
+together, galloped, trotted or walked, according to the fancies of their
+riders or the variations of the road, while the horses of the older
+people jogged more steadily.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder,” said Camilla, “if Jumbo will not often think of you?
+I&nbsp;know he will, though&mdash;he cannot help&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“I hope he will,” said Ralph; “and I hope, too, that he will not
+suffer. Your father does not seem at all anxious to get him back.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, no! papa does not care for his running away. He says that if the
+revolution
+<!-- png 24 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">390c</span>
+should succeed, the new government would free all the slaves, and he is
+willing that this should be done. Somehow, he is a slaveholder against
+his will.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you like Mr. Osborne?” asked Ralph.</p>
+
+<p>“Not very well. Papa has a high opinion of him as an overseer, but I
+do think that even papa himself is not quite satisfied with all that was
+done while we were away in the United States.”</p>
+
+<p>“The revolutionists appear to ruin a great many sugar plantations,”
+said Ralph. “Do you ever feel afraid of being molested?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, mamma and I do, because they sometimes come very near us; but
+papa says he does not think there is any danger. They know what his
+sentiments are; besides, he is an <i>Americano</i>, and they have a
+great respect for <i>los Americanos</i>.”</p>
+
+<p>“And isn’t he afraid, then, of the Spanish government?”</p>
+
+<p>“No; he takes no active part on either side; only his feelings are
+with the liberal party. I&nbsp;think papa is not much of a
+politician.”</p>
+
+<p>“I know how he feels,” said Ralph; “he is good and kind, and wants
+everybody to be free. He is one of the best men I ever saw.”</p>
+
+<p>“He really is!” exclaimed Camilla, enthusiastically. “He is just as
+good as any one <i>can</i> be. And,” she added, with childlike
+earnestness, “he likes you ever so much, too.”</p>
+
+<p>Ralph was perfectly happy upon this ride; and when the party reached
+home, it was to be greeted by the unaffected welcome of the negroes, old
+and young, who were evidently much attached to their master and his
+household. The parrots chattered, and the song-birds sang, while the
+odor of the orange blossoms was well in keeping with the rest.</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XV.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">A NEW PROPOSITION.</span></h4>
+
+<p>Next day the planter and his young guest visited the city, and
+returned with Captain Weston. He was thrilled by the story of Ralph’s
+encounter with the wild boar. It shocked him to think how narrowly a
+dreadful calamity had been escaped, and he all the while attending to
+his ordinary duties, in ignorance of the danger.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain,” said Mr. Arthur, as they sat conversing together after
+reaching the plantation, “I&nbsp;have a proposition to make. Why not let
+Ralph remain with me till your return from Philadelphia? I&nbsp;may take
+a journey or two about the island within the next few weeks, upon
+business, and probably he would enjoy going with me. It would give him
+an opportunity to see more of Cuba than he is likely to see in any other
+way.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know what his mother would say,” replied the captain. “She
+expects me to bring him home, and I am afraid she would be troubled
+about it. Besides, I&nbsp;like to have him with me, though I know you
+would take every care of him.”</p>
+
+<p>“I understand your feelings,” said the planter; “but my wife is about
+writing to Mrs. Weston concerning the debt of gratitude we owe him; and
+should you consent to his remaining, I&nbsp;think her letter will place
+the matter in such a light as to remove any objection on his mother’s
+part.”</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Arthur seconded her husband very earnestly.</p>
+
+<p>“You cannot think how much we would enjoy having him here,” she said.
+“He has such a kind, lovable nature, and is so bright and active.
+I&nbsp;do hope it may be arranged that he may stay.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Weston revolved the matter seriously, and concluded at length
+that it should be left to Ralph’s decision. What that decision would be
+he could have had very little doubt, as he glanced toward the boy and
+girl who were at that moment enjoying a swing under an orange tree of
+unusual size, the vibrations of the rope occasionally bringing down some
+of the golden fruit.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph was in ecstasies at the proposition, and Camilla’s bright face
+lighted up with a pleasure that she did not try to conceal.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, how nice it will be!” she said. “I am so glad you are to
+remain.”</p>
+
+<p>A soft flush leaped to her cheeks as she spoke, and her beautiful
+eyes expressed an artlessness that was very bewitching.</p>
+
+<p>So it was settled that Ralph should remain in Cuba during the two
+months which would probably elapse before the return of the Cristoval
+Colon to Santiago.
+<!-- png 25 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">390d</span>
+His mother (for he could not have endured to think of Mrs. Weston in any
+other light) would be comforted by the knowledge that he was in such
+good hands. And then how much he would have to tell her when he should
+go home!</p>
+
+<p>Captain Weston was greatly pleased with the plantation and its
+management. He had seen much of Cuba, but never anything of this kind
+which appeared so satisfactory. He walked and rode with the planter,
+smoked his cigar with him, and admired his kind treatment of his
+slaves.</p>
+
+<p>After a tarry of two days, he returned to the city, accompanied by
+the planter and Ralph.</p>
+
+<p>As the latter mounted the side of the Cristoval Colon, he met a merry
+welcome from the tars, some of whom threw out sly innuendoes in their
+sailor style about pearls and pearl-divers, but he did not permit their
+harmless jokes to annoy him.</p>
+
+<p>After a pleasant visit, Mr. Arthur returned to the plantation; but
+Ralph did not accompany him, as he desired to remain some days with his
+father during the vessel’s brief stay in port.</p>
+
+<p>He was not a boy who was afraid of work, and now, putting on his
+everyday rig, he applied himself with a light heart to the duties of the
+ship, lying stoutly back upon the slack of the tackle, while the sailors
+hoisted the heavy articles of the cargo, or running aloft to loose the
+sails for drying after the drenching night dews, and assisting to furl
+them at evening.</p>
+
+<p>“That boy is smart,” old Jack Evans would say to his shipmates. “He
+is the best fellow for a captain’s son I ever fell in with; he is always
+looking for something to&nbsp;do.”</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XVI.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">OLD JACK SEES A REMEMBERED FACE.</span></h4>
+
+<p>One evening, when Ralph went into the forecastle, he found Jack alone
+there. The old sailor had just been overhauling his sea-chest, and had
+in his hand the baby’s shoe which he had so long carried for good
+luck.</p>
+
+<p>“I was just looking at it,” he said, “because to-day I came across
+the father of that identical baby. I&nbsp;hadn’t seen him for about
+sixteen years, but I knew him in a minute. He was puffing his cigar,
+just as he used to do about the decks of the Moro Castle.”</p>
+
+<p>“What!” exclaimed Ralph, “the very man? Oh, how I wish I had been
+with you! Who is he, and where does he live?”</p>
+
+<p>“That I don’t know,” replied Jack. “Of course, he didn’t know me, and
+I hadn’t a very good chance to introduce myself. He was jabbering with a
+lot of other Spaniards on a corner, with his <i>caramba</i> and his
+<i>como esta usted</i>, so that I didn’t feel like going up to him with
+a yarn about a baby’s shoe. Which way he went I don’t know, for I had to
+get back to the ship.”</p>
+
+<p>“When was it?” asked Ralph, with great earnestness.</p>
+
+<p>“It was while I was ashore this noon.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why didn’t you tell me?” said the boy. “I&nbsp;would have gone right
+ashore. But, no&mdash;I&nbsp;couldn’t have found him without you. Dear
+me! I&nbsp;wish I could have been with you.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, my lad, it’s of no consequence,” said Jack. “You seem to think
+more of it than I&nbsp;do.”</p>
+
+<p>“But I want to see him,” replied Ralph. “I&nbsp;wonder if he is about
+here every day?”</p>
+
+<p>“Likely enough,” said Jack. “But I didn’t think you cared anything
+about the matter.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I’m thinking of that baby’s shoe,” answered Ralph. “It seems
+so queer&mdash;the way you got it, and the way you have
+kept&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“I know that’s odd,” said Jack. “I suppose my keeping it is all
+nonsense.”</p>
+
+<p>“No, it isn’t,” said Ralph. “I don’t think it is, I’m sure.”</p>
+
+<p>“You believe a little in old shoes, then?”</p>
+
+<p>“I believe in <i>that</i> shoe, Jack. I mean to go ashore with you,
+and have a good look for that man.”</p>
+
+<p>“But we shouldn’t stand much chance of finding him,” replied Jack.
+“I’ve been here in Santiago a number of times, but this is the first
+time I have run across him here.”</p>
+
+<p>Ralph looked anxious and excited; but he saw that Jack felt somewhat
+surprised at the interest he took in the matter, and so restrained
+himself.</p>
+
+<p>“After all,” he thought, “it may have nothing to do with <i>me</i>.
+Just a baby on its
+<!-- png 26 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">391a</span>
+passage to the United States. But, then, it was going to Philadelphia,
+and it was a boy baby; and I must have been a baby at the same time.
+I&nbsp;wonder what Jack would say if he knew what I am
+thinking&nbsp;of?”</p>
+
+<p>It would be strange, he thought, if he were really to get track of
+himself in such a way&mdash;the first of the tracks being made by that
+tiny shoe in Jack’s chest. And then he reflected how improbable it
+seemed, when there were so many babies in the world, that he should have
+been <i>that</i> baby.</p>
+
+<p>“I almost hope the thing will never come to light,” he said to
+himself. “Perhaps it is better not to know.”</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]</p>
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "menagerie" id = "menagerie">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>IN A MENAGERIE.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>There is a distinct individuality among tigers, as among ourselves,
+some being gentle and tolerably tractable, while others are fierce,
+morose, and not to be trusted.</p>
+
+<p>In Mr. G. Sanger’s menagerie, at Margate, England, there are two
+tigresses which are of exactly opposite characters. Both go by the name
+of “Bessy,” there being an extraordinary lack of originality in the
+nomenclature of animals.</p>
+
+<p>The difference may be partly owing to the accident of birth, one
+having been captured while young, and the other born in a menagerie.</p>
+
+<p>One might naturally imagine that the latter would be the better
+tempered of the two, she never having known the freedom of savage life.
+But, in accordance with the invariable rule, the “forest-bred” animal is
+the tamer, those which have been born in captivity being always
+uncertain in their ways, and not to be trusted.</p>
+
+<p>Now, “Bessy the First” is forest bred. The head keeper, Walter
+Stratford, has the most perfect confidence in her, and can take any
+liberties with her.</p>
+
+<p>After I had paid several visits to the menagerie, I&nbsp;thought that
+she began to recognize me, and therefore cultivated her acquaintance.
+Now, as soon as I enter the house, Bessy tries to attract my attention,
+expects to be patted and stroked, her ears to be pulled, and her nose
+rubbed, just as a pet cat would&nbsp;do.</p>
+
+<p>One day I had an unexpected experience with her. Nearly the whole of
+the end of the room is occupied by a huge cage, in which Stratford
+delights in putting all sorts of incongruous animals.</p>
+
+<p>There are several varieties of monkeys, a&nbsp;porcupine,
+a&nbsp;goat, some rabbits and guinea-pigs, a&nbsp;few geese and ducks,
+four cats, a&nbsp;coati-mondi, two raccoons, a&nbsp;jackal,
+a&nbsp;little white Pomeranian dog named Rose, two pigs, and other
+animals.</p>
+
+<p>Thinking that the goat would like some fresh grass, I&nbsp;went to
+the lawn, gathered a large handful, and brought it to the goat.</p>
+
+<p>Not a blade of that grass did she get. I had hardly held the grass to
+the bars when Rose flew at it, drove the goat away, and literally tore
+the grass out of my hands. Three times did I fetch grass before the goat
+was allowed to eat a blade of it. Ever since that time I have always
+furnished myself with a good supply of grass before visiting these
+animals.</p>
+
+<p>On one occasion I stopped as usual at <ins class = "correction" title
+= "elsewhere ’Bessy’">Bessie’s</ins> cage, and noticed that she stared
+fixedly at the grass. So I said, jokingly:</p>
+
+<p>“Why, Bessy, you cannot want grass. However, here it is if you
+want&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>So I put my hand into the cage, and was much surprised by seeing her
+gently scrape the grass out of my hand with her huge paw. Then she lay
+down, gathered the grass between her paws, and licked up every particle
+of&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>When she had finished it, she looked appealingly in my face as if
+asking for another supply; so I brought a fresh handful, the whole of
+which she took in the same dainty way.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Rose was performing the most extraordinary antics at the
+end of the room. She had seen me bring in the grass, and naturally
+imagined that it was intended for her. What with disappointment, and
+what with jealousy, she was simply frantic, barking, yelping, jumping up
+and down, scratching at the bars of the cage, and expressing her
+outraged feelings in the most ludicrous fashion. Now I always give Bessy
+her allowance of grass first, and then take another portion to Rose and
+the goat.</p>
+
+<!-- png 27 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">391b</span>
+<p>It is a rather remarkable fact that the carnivora are much more eager
+for the grass than are the deer, camels, antelopes and other vegetable
+feeders.</p>
+
+<p>As to “Bessy the First,” she is so fond of Stratford, and places such
+reliance on him, that when she has cubs she will allow him to enter the
+cage, take away the cubs and hand them about among the visitors. In
+fact, she is quite pleased to see that her offspring attract so much
+attention.</p>
+
+<p>Very different is “Bessy the second.” She never had a very good
+temper, but was not considered to be a very dangerous animal, until an
+event occurred which completely altered, or, at all events, had an evil
+influence upon her character.</p>
+
+<p>Nearly two years ago, three young lion cubs were in the next cage to
+hers. One day she seemed to be seized with a sudden frenzy, smashed the
+partition between the cages, flew at the cubs, and killed two of them in
+a moment.</p>
+
+<p>The whole attack was so quick and unexpected that Stratford had only
+just time to save the life of the third cub. Since that time she has
+been carefully watched, for when once a lion or a tiger has broken
+through a cage it is apt to repeat the operation.</p>
+
+<p>“Bessy the Second” is restless, morose and suspicious, and if any of
+the animals make a sudden movement, she starts up, stares at them
+through the bars, and often sets up a series of roars, which have the
+effect of causing every lion and tiger in the place to roar for
+sympathy, so that the noise is deafening.</p>
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "creatures" id = "creatures">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>STORIES OF DUMB CREATURES.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>&mdash;Says a naturalist: “We came to a large piece of timber, and
+while passing through it, I&nbsp;had my first experience with the
+honey-bird of South Africa. This curious little bird is, in size and
+plumage, about like an English sparrow, and gets his name from the fact
+that the little fellow, who is very fond of honey, being unable to
+obtain it for himself, will lead men to the places where the wild bees
+have hidden their stores of rich, wild honey. Whenever this bird sees a
+man, he will fly close to him, hovering around, uttering a twittering
+sound; then he will go off in the direction of the place (generally a
+tree) where the honey is, flying backward and forward in a zigzag
+fashion. Then back he will come, twittering in the same manner, as if to
+say, ’Come along: I’ll show you where it is.’ These actions are repeated
+until the tree is reached, when the bird will indicate it very plainly
+by flying to it and hovering around it. If the distance is great (and
+sometimes the honey-bird will lead a person who is willing to follow a
+distance of ten miles); he will wait on a tree until the follower comes
+up, and will then continue his business of piloting. He is very
+persistent, and will do his best to draw any one on; but if the party is
+not posted about honey-birds, and refuses to follow, or goes in the
+wrong direction, the bird will leave, probably in search of some person
+who will appreciate his efforts to provide him with sweetmeats. While
+the bees are being smoked out, and the honey taken up, the bird will
+hover in the vicinity until the job is done, when of course his reward
+comes in the shape of a feast on the fragments that are left. If he
+knows of other hives, just as soon as one is disposed of he will lead
+the way to another, and I have, since this time, known as many as four
+trees taken up by a party in one day. When the honey-bird has shown one
+tree, if the hunters are satisfied with that, and refuse to follow him
+further, he leaves them; but I have never heard of an instance in which
+the bird misled any one in regard to finding honey. It frequently
+happens, however, that a honey-bird will lead a person into very
+dangerous places, and unless the hunter keeps his eyes about him when
+following this bird, he may run right into a lion, a&nbsp;venomous
+snake, or some other equally undesirable acquaintance.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;A correspondent of a New Orleans paper writes: “Dick was only
+a big toad. The boys found him beside the road one day last summer when
+the June roses were in bloom, and triumphantly deposited him in one of
+the flower-beds, ‘to eat the bugs and things off’n the pinks and pansies
+and rosemary; and, besides, you know, mamma, the other boys will throw
+stones at him<ins class = "correction" title = "” for ’">.’</ins> That
+settled it, and Dick (as they gravely informed me they had named him)
+was left to enjoy his flowery home. Occasionally, when cutting flowers,
+I&nbsp;noticed the exceeding tameness of the little creature, and was
+often assured by the boys, ‘Our Dick is the very best toad in town.’
+However, I&nbsp;noticed nothing uncommon until two or three weeks after
+they had brought him home, when I was attracted by their peals of
+laughter, and presently heard them calling, ‘Dick, Dick! come, Dick!’
+I&nbsp;slipped out and peeped around the corner of the house, and beheld
+a most comical sight&mdash;one of the boys down on his knees, holding
+<!-- png 28 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">391c</span>
+out his hands and calling to the toad, which was gravely hopping toward
+him, making a peculiar little noise, until he reached the outstretched
+hand, into which he hopped and sat contentedly blinking his bright,
+bulging eyes. After this I noticed the strange pet more closely, and
+found he would always come promptly when his name was called, and seemed
+very grateful when presented with a worm or bug. He would come at any
+kindly call, but showed greatest preference for eight-year-old,
+mischievous Teddy, into whose hand he would always hop, and whom he
+would hop around after as long as he would walk around the flower-bed
+where Dick made his home, but never beyond its limits. And such pansies,
+pinks and other sweet posies I had there!&mdash;no cut stem or bitten
+leaves. Dick ate all the floral enemies up that ventured there. When the
+cold days of autumn came upon us, he left us, and we have seen him no
+more. What is the moral of this? Nothing&mdash;only that kindness and
+mercy shown to even so humble a creature as a toad will bring pleasures
+and a sure recompense.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Writing from Tecumseh, Mich., a correspondent sends this:
+“A&nbsp;few years ago our house was infested with a large number of
+rats, which had taken up their abode in a recess of the cellar that had
+formerly been used as a landing-place for a dumb-waiter, but was now
+filled with odds and ends of every description. We had endeavored to rid
+ourselves of these pests, but all our attempts were in vain, and they
+held their daily matinees as usual. On hearing more of a commotion than
+common, one afternoon, I&nbsp;softly opened the cellar door, and, to my
+amazement, saw nine rats, one of which had mounted a box containing
+potatoes, while the others were stretched out in a line leading to their
+den&mdash;the recess before mentioned. Now comes the most curious part
+of my story: The rat that stood on the box of potatoes would push a
+potato over the edge, then the rat in line nearest the box would roll
+the potato to his neighbor, and so on with each one till the potato was
+safely stowed away. I&nbsp;watched them for some time, and, seeing the
+potatoes disappearing rather rapidly, I&nbsp;dispersed the earnest
+workers by a stamp of my foot.”</p>
+
+
+<p class = "fancyline">
+<a name = "puzzledom" id = "puzzledom">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h1 class = "smallcaps">Puzzledom.</h1>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p class = "center">No. CCCLXXVII.</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,” <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, Philadelphia,&nbsp;Pa.</p>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h3>ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK’S PUZZLES.</h3>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<table class = "puzzler" summary = "puzzle solution">
+<tr>
+<td>No. 1.</td>
+<td>Calendar.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 2.</td>
+<td class = "puzzle left">
+B E S T O W<br>
+E P A U L E<br>
+S A C R E D<br>
+T U R B I D<br>
+O L E I N E<br>
+W E D D E D
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 3.</td>
+<td>Wise-acre.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 4.</td>
+<td class = "puzzle left">
+C A L A B O O S E<br>
+A N I M A B L E<br>
+L I M E R O D<br>
+A M E N D E<br>
+B A R D S<br>
+O B O E<br>
+O L D<br>
+S E<br>
+E
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 5.</td>
+<td>Mark Tapley.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 6.</td>
+<td class = "puzzle left">
+M O C H E S<br>
+O T I O S E<br>
+C I C U T A<br>
+H O U D A H<br>
+E S T A T E<br>
+S E A H E N
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 7.</td>
+<td>Good-humored.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 8.</td>
+<td class = "puzzle">
+F A I R S<br>
+A B N E T S<br>
+I N T A I L S<br>
+R E A L L I E D<br>
+S T I L E T T O S<br>
+S L I T H E R<br>
+S E T E E<br>
+D O R<br>
+S
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 9.</td>
+<td>Byrnehc, Pygmalion, Traddles.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 10.</td>
+<td class = "puzzle left">
+G R A T I S<br>
+R E V E S T<br>
+A V E N E R<br>
+T E N U R E<br>
+I S E R I N<br>
+S T R E N E</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 11.</td>
+<td>Cover-shame.</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>No. 12.</td>
+<td class = "puzzle">
+H U M E C T A T I O N<br>
+P O L I A N I T E<br>
+B A T T E N S<br>
+S E T A E<br>
+D O R<br>
+O
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h3>NEW PUZZLES.</h3>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 1. Numerical.</h5>
+
+<p class = "indent2">When trees and fields <i>complete</i></p>
+<p class = "indent3">Their garbs of green;</p>
+<p class = "indent2">When birds and flowers sweet</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Again are seen,</p>
+<p>And airy zephyrs murmur by,</p>
+<p>My 5, 4, 3 and 6 soars high.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent2">Oh! how I’m in a state</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Of agitation,</p>
+<p class = "indent2">6, 1 and 2 I get</p>
+<p class = "indent3">An inspiration.</p>
+<p>’Twill be in vain&mdash;in vain my lay,</p>
+<p>For spring will then have flown away.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div> <!-- end div center -->
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Villanova, Pa.</td>
+<td class = "author">Villanova.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<!-- png 29 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">391d</span>
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 2. Square.</h5>
+
+<p>1. The young of the great black-backed gull. 2. To come.
+3.&nbsp;Carves. 4.&nbsp;Granters. 5.&nbsp;To entirely destroy
+(<i>Obs.</i>) 6.&nbsp;To grow smaller.</p>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Rochester, N.Y.</td>
+<td class = "author">Egerton.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 3. Charade.</h5>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p><i>Prime</i> not, ye fair ladies, or gentlemen wise.</p>
+<p class = "indent">To disbelieve what for your fortune will prove;</p>
+<p><i>Next total</i>, not gold, should select as a prize,</p>
+<p class = "indent"><i>Three</i>, friends, to the right, and marry for
+love.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Danville, Va.</td>
+<td class = "author">Aleda.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 4. Pentagon.</h5>
+
+<p>1. A letter. 2. The pulp of fruit. 3. A shrub of the genus
+<i>Corylus</i>. 4.&nbsp;The Brazil nut. 5.&nbsp;Deep blue colors.
+6.&nbsp;Contrite. 7.&nbsp;A detached bastion (<i>Fort.</i>) 8.&nbsp;To
+admit extension. 9.&nbsp;Rigid.</p>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Haverhill, Mass.</td>
+<td class = "author">Pygmy.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 5. Mutation.</h5>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p>Like a hawk that pounces on its prey,</p>
+<p>Swift as lightning on a summer day,</p>
+<p>Through the stillness of the air you came,</p>
+<p>Without life, and more&mdash;without a name.</p>
+<p>Man has called you <i>whole</i>&mdash;perhaps you are</p>
+<p>Dross ejected from some brilliant star!</p>
+<p>But methinks the spheres their place will yield</p>
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Ere to time</span> your mystery is
+revealed.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Newark, N.J.</td>
+<td class = "author">Demosthenes.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 6. Square.</h5>
+
+<p>1. Gaps. 2. By reason of this. 3. A fleet of vessels. 4.&nbsp;A sort
+of flying fish. 5.&nbsp;A title addressed to a lady. 6.&nbsp;The
+principal gold coin of ancient Greece.</p>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">East Brady, Pa.</td>
+<td class = "author">St. Elmo.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 7. Charade.</h5>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p>Come here, my <i>second</i>&mdash;lose no time;</p>
+<p class = "indent"><i>First</i> lively, don’t procrastinate;</p>
+<p>Although, my <i>all</i>, I’ll spare no pains</p>
+<p class = "indent">To render you less obdurate.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">My <i>all</i>! Yet truly as a <i>last</i></p>
+<p class = "indent">I’ve learned to look upon my boy:</p>
+<p>Most true it is, ’tis but a <i>one</i></p>
+<p class = "indent">From sad distrust to life of joy!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza"><i>First</i> dame, indeed, I would not be</p>
+<p class = "indent">Held in my <i>second’s</i> inmost thought;</p>
+<p>Transmuted by love’s magic power,</p>
+<p class = "indent">My <i>all</i> my <i>last</i> is, without doubt.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Woburn, Mass.</td>
+<td class = "author">Glen Cottage.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 8. Half Square.</h5>
+
+<p>1. Concise. 2. Birds resembling thrushes. 3.&nbsp;A poisonous
+substance composed of minute fungi. 4.&nbsp;Forms. 5.&nbsp;Kinds of
+liquor. 6.&nbsp;An iron chain (<i>Obs.</i>) 7.&nbsp;Exists. 8.&nbsp;A
+letter.</p>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Boston, Mass.</td>
+<td class = "author">Pi Eta.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 9. Numerical.</h5>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p>The <i>whole</i> is a thing that drives away harm,</p>
+<p>Defined by dear Webster as “a charm;”</p>
+<p>My 5, 6, 2, 3, 3 is by the same called “not much;”</p>
+<p>My 6, 7, 8, a “vassal,” “subject,” “person,” or such:</p>
+<p>My 5, 2, 3, 1 is “taste,” “savor,” or “a sailor;”</p>
+<p>My 1, 2, 4, 3 of a coat is oft shortened by a tailor.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">Now I think you have all you require to solve this
+numerical;</p>
+<p>If not, I will tell you the <i>whole</i> relates to nothing
+clerical.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">N.Y. city.</td>
+<td class = "author">Atello.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 10. Square.</h5>
+
+<p>1. Barley-water. 2. A small particle. 3. A fine white powder or
+earth, without taste or smell. 4.&nbsp;A paved way. 5.&nbsp;To convey or
+transfer. 6.&nbsp;Tidier.</p>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Chicago, Ill.</td>
+<td class = "author">U. Reka.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 11. Anagram.<br>
+Tom, these men criticise common rates.</h5>
+
+<div class = "center">
+<table class = "verse" summary = "centered poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p>The law’s strong arm and stern decree</p>
+<p>Are turned against monopoly;</p>
+<p>Justice and equal rights for all</p>
+<p>Be ours though the heavens fall!</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Hazleton, Pa.</td>
+<td class = "author">P. O. Stage.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<h5 class = "puzzle">
+No. 12. Inverted Pyramid.</h5>
+
+<p><i>Across</i>: 1. The process of analysis by means of standard
+solutions (<i>Analyt. Chem.</i>) 2.&nbsp;Little tufts. 3.&nbsp;Species
+of walls made of stiff clay. 4.&nbsp;To steal (<i>Obs.</i>) 5.&nbsp;A
+letter.</p>
+
+<p><i>Down</i>: 1. A letter. 2. A pronoun. 3.&nbsp;To surpass.
+4.&nbsp;To impair seriously. 5.&nbsp;A case in which the relics of
+saints were kept. 6.&nbsp;To produce. 7.&nbsp;A pronoun. 8.&nbsp;A bone.
+9.&nbsp;A letter.</p>
+
+<table class = "authors" summary = "formatted text">
+<tr>
+<td class = "town">Hoboken, N.J.</td>
+<td class = "author">Junius.</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">
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Special.</span>&mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> Puzzlers’ Directory for each of the first
+correct solutions to Nos. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and&nbsp;11.</p>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4>SOLVERS.</h4>
+
+<p>Puzzles in “<span class = "smallcaps">Puzzledom</span>” No. CCCLXXI
+were correctly solved by E.&nbsp;C. Lectic, Maud Lynn, Demosthenes,
+Barnyard, Skye Buckeye, Gemini, Egerton, H.&nbsp;S. Nut, Jr., Will O’
+the Wisp, F.&nbsp;Aitchell, Col. O’ Rado, Dorothy Doolittle, Grepwic,
+Cricket, P.&nbsp;O. Stage, Sub Rosa, Fairplay, Alcyo, Tunie H.&nbsp;S.,
+R. M’Bride, Jo Jo, Khimo, Lorrac, Billy Bluebottle, May Le Hosmer,
+O.&nbsp;Pal, Vladimir, F.&nbsp;Arce, Nue Norton, J.&nbsp;H. Mowbray,
+U.&nbsp;Reka, Sim Sly, Clarence W. Chapin, Reklaw, Io, Tom B. Stone,
+Toodlewinks, Jo Ram, Craftsman, Fly, Alpheus, Chinook, Puzz L., Teddy,
+Wm.&nbsp;H. Deucker, Annie Gramme, W.&nbsp;T. Anderson, C.&nbsp;R.
+Irving, Jr., Bennie Knowels, Monte Christo, V.&nbsp;G. Ohnja,
+H.&nbsp;U.&nbsp;T., Alphonzo, B.&nbsp;L. Under, Bryx,
+J.&nbsp;I.&nbsp;C., Harry S., Jno. Bopp, Cale and Harry Allen,
+J.&nbsp;Evans, Alpha Sigma, Liberty, Brooklyn Boy, Jno. Beck, Howard H.
+Geiger, Earnest Fleet, Washingtonian, Annie A. Powell, Dick Ens,
+C.&nbsp;H. Sweetzer, Panama Derby, Orpheus, Jno. Fitzgerald, Henn,
+Reidsville, Mahdea, A.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;Y. Nomis, H.&nbsp;C. Williams, Mas
+Ten, Panama Hat, Tidal Wave, Primrose, Geo. W. Phinney, J.&nbsp;F.
+Ireland, Laf A. Yette, Freddie Geib, R.&nbsp;O. Chester, A.&nbsp;B.
+Williams, Lucrezius Borgers, Lackawanna, Laeno, Whisk, Effie W.McConkey,
+C.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;A., Puer and Swamp Angel.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Complete List.</span>&mdash;E. C.
+Lectic.</p>
+
+<p>The specials were awarded as follows:</p>
+
+<div class = "inset">
+<p>No. 1. Cricket, La Porte, Ind.<br>
+No. 3. Clarence W. Chapin, Akron. Ohio.<br>
+No. 5. E. C. Lectic. Chicago, Ill.<br>
+No. 7. Alcyo, New York city.<br>
+No. 9. Jo Ram, New York city.<br>
+No. 11. E. C. Lectic, Chicago, Ill.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<!-- png 30 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">392a</span>
+
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+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h6>BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<p>Perhaps the strangest public work ever suggested by man was that of
+Dinocrates, whose scheme was to cut and carve Mount Athos into the form
+of a gigantic man, holding in one hand a town, in the other a cup to
+receive the drainage of the mountain before it reached the sea.</p>
+
+<p>His king, Alexander the Great, declined to accept his plan; though,
+amused at his extravagant notion, he gave him a permanent place in his
+attendance.</p>
+
+<p>A small village in Northern Italy to a wonderful extent fulfills the
+wild dream of the Macedonian architect, the houses being grouped in such
+a manner upon a broken eminence of land that from a certain point a
+striking resemblance to an upturned human face is outlined. In addition
+to a chin, nose and brow, a&nbsp;white chimney lends an eye to the
+profile, while a line of bushes at the crown has the appearance of
+shaggy locks.</p>
+
+<p>Allowing that a vivid imagination has much to do toward perfecting
+these faces of nature’s sculpture, and that a range of hills or coast
+line will lend itself to almost any fancy we choose, there are in
+different localities stones and cliffs bearing a remarkable resemblance
+to the human countenance, individual peculiarity sometimes being easily
+traced in these grave omens.</p>
+
+<p>As the voyager approaches Rio Janeiro, he sees in the distance,
+apparently rising from the sea, lonely and majestic, a&nbsp;massive
+stone head, with the profile of the Iron Duke of England, the brow, the
+nose, the chin, each feature perfect in its outline.</p>
+
+<p>St. Vincent, of the Cape Verde group, has a huge volcanic rock which
+requires no grievous strain of the imagination to transform into the
+figure of George Washington in a recumbent position, the profile, the
+hair and even the collar frill being reproduced with remarkable
+clearness.</p>
+
+<p>Rising grimly from the whirlpool of waters beating fiercely the
+rugged western extremity of Santa Catalina Island, in the West Indies,
+is an isolated block of basaltic rock, many feet in height, bearing a
+marked likeness of a human face. It is known as “Morgan’s Head,” from a
+fancied resemblance to that noted free-booter.</p>
+
+<p>Among the countless rocks fringing the coast of Norway is one forming
+a striking picture of a horse and rider about to plunge into the surf,
+fifteen hundred feet below. This gigantic illusion, to the fanciful
+minds of the old bards presented the image of Odin as he disappeared
+before the advance of Christianity.</p>
+
+<p>In Iceland, overlooking one of its picturesque
+<!-- png 31 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">392b</span>
+valleys, is a bluff surmounted by a colossal head, covered by a stunted
+growth looking not unlike a cap with frills. Before this august image
+the worshipers of Odin were wont to bow in serious reverence.</p>
+
+<p>The rugged coast of England has several of these faces of nature. Off
+the Cornish point are seen the Great Lions, and lower down the shore the
+Armed Knight. There is also the Old Man, the Old Dame, Duke’s Nose and
+Witch’s Head.</p>
+
+<p>Not the least remarkable of these freaks is the Old Man of the
+Mountain, who uprears his gigantic form amid a sea of cliffs and rugged
+heights, in the heart of that region known as the “Switzerland of
+America”&mdash;New Hampshire.</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“What doth thy anxious gaze espy?</p>
+<p class = "indent">An abrupt crag hung from the mountain’s brow!</p>
+<p>Look closer; scan that bare, sharp cliff on high;</p>
+<p class = "indent">Aha! the wondrous shape bursts on thee
+now&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "indent"><i>A perfect human face</i>&mdash;neck, chin, mouth,
+nose and brow!”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>A face of granite that alone kept watch and ward over the country
+long ere the foot of man pressed its soil. In the grave, philosophical
+outlines is traced a resemblance to Franklin’s countenance. At the base
+of this singular mountain lies a sparkling sheet of water, called the
+“Old Man’s Mirror.”</p>
+
+<p>More beautiful and wonderful than any of these grave images is the
+Maid of the Kaaterskill Falls, in the Catskill Mountains. With the
+mellow light of sunset falling obliquely upon the thin layer of water
+flowing over a sharp ledge worn and fretted by the continual wear of the
+current for ages, rock and spray together making up the illusion, is to
+be seen the fairy-like form of an Indian maid, with flowing hair and
+robes. So clearly does she appear that the beholder has at first the
+startling conception of gazing upon a living being, suspended in the
+waters.</p>
+
+<p>Indian tradition says that this maid of the mist was once the beloved
+of the Great Spirit; but herself falling in love with a Mohawk brave,
+she perished here, fleeing from her angry master.</p>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "monument" id = "monument">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>MONUMENT PARK.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<p>The formations from which this takes its name are among the greatest
+curiosities to be seen in Colorado. Pen cannot well describe them. They
+consist of a series of curiously shaped natural monuments, which have
+been formed from sandstone rock solely by the action of the weather,
+a&nbsp;thin strata of iron on the top having protected these particular
+pieces and preserved them.</p>
+
+<p>No accurate estimate can be made of the thousands of years this work
+of the elements has been in progress. There are perhaps a hundred of the
+peculiar formations of different sizes and shapes, some of which are
+really fantastic.</p>
+
+<p>The Garden of the Gods is also a remarkable freak of Nature,
+partaking somewhat more of the grand and imposing.</p>
+
+<p>It is a secluded spot, hemmed in by great rocks stood up on edge and
+on end. They are some of the more marked of the numerous evidences on
+every hand here of a grand upheaval some time in the past.</p>
+
+<p>Imagine tremendous flat rocks, large enough to cover a quarter of an
+acre of ground, standing up on edge, 330 feet high, and you will have
+some idea of what forms the chief wonder of this garden.</p>
+
+<p class = "right">G. B. G.</p>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "backlogs" id = "backlogs">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h3>BACKLOGS MADE OF STONE.</h3>
+
+<p>It will surprise many persons of the present day to be told that the
+“backlog” of which we read so much in old-time stories was a large
+stone, a&nbsp;porous stone being preferred if possible. This stone was
+buried in the ashes, and on top was placed the “back stick.” The back
+stone in those primitive times played a very important part in the
+economy of early housekeeping. Matches were not then invented. Flint,
+steel and tow were the only means of lighting a fire or a lamp. Imagine
+for a moment the Bridget of to-day thus engaged, with the thermometer
+ten degrees below zero in the kitchen. The stone, together with the
+ashes with which it was covered, served to retain fire and heat through
+the night, and all that was necessary in the morning was a little
+kindling and gentle use of the indispensable bellows, and a fire was as
+readily made as at the present day.</p>
+
+<!-- png 32 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">392c</span>
+
+<p><a name = "mamie" id = "mamie">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic10b.jpg" width = "335" height = "386"
+alt = "Mamie’s mother watches her writing"></p>
+
+<h4>MAMIE’S LETTER TO HEAVEN.</h4>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h6>BY J. W. WATSON, AUTHOR OF<br>
+“BEAUTIFUL SNOW.”</h6>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<table class = "verse" summary = "poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p>An humble room in a tenement house,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Four stories above the street,</p>
+<p>Where a scanty fire, a scanty light,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And a scanty larder meet;</p>
+<p>A woman sits at her daily toil,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Plying the needle and thread;</p>
+<p>Her face is pallid with want and care,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And her hand as heavy as lead.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+There she sits with her weary thought,</p>
+<p class = "indent">While the tears drop full and fast;</p>
+<p>There she sits and stitches away,</p>
+<p class = "indent">With her memory in the past;</p>
+<p>Beside her, perched on her little stool,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Sits Mamie, a six-year-old,</p>
+<p>Who says she is never hungry at all,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And never admits she is cold.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+There she sits and chatters away,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Not seeing her mother’s tears;</p>
+<p>“Mamma, ’tis a month since winter came,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And I think to me it appears</p>
+<p>That the Lord will never find us out,</p>
+<p class = "indent">If He’s anything to give,</p>
+<p>Unless we can, some way, let Him know</p>
+<p class = "indent">The street and the number we live.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“You see, mamma, last winter He passed,</p>
+<p class = "indent">While papa was sick in bed;</p>
+<p>He doesn’t know we are here, mamma,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And He doesn’t know papa is dead;</p>
+<p>And so it happened all winter long</p>
+<p class = "indent">We didn’t have anything nice,</p>
+<p>And so I think it would only be fair</p>
+<p class = "indent">If He came this winter twice.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“Do you ’member, mamma, that little, old man</p>
+<p class = "indent">Who gave me the bright, new cent?</p>
+<p>Well, it wouldn’t buy much to eat, mamma,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And it would not pay for the rent;</p>
+<p>So I bought a sheet of paper, mamma,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And I’ve written a letter in print&mdash;</p>
+<p>It’s written to heaven direct, mamma,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And I’ve given Him just a hint.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“Shall I read it aloud to you, mamma?</p>
+<p class = "indent">Yes! Well, this is what I have said:</p>
+<p>‘Dear Lord, my name is Mamie St. Clair,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And dear, darling papa is dead;</p>
+<p>I live forty-four in the street they call Fourth,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And the cold of the winter is here;</p>
+<p>My mamma is poor, and I go to school,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And I hope you will send this year.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“’I hope you will send mamma a new dress</p>
+<p class = "indent">Of something that’s warm and nice,</p>
+<p>A paper of flour, some loaves of bread,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And a couple of pounds of rice;</p>
+<p>And dear, loving Lord, do, if you feel rich,</p>
+<p class = "indent">You could send her some shoes to wear,</p>
+<p>And two or three pounds of beef for soup,</p>
+<p class = "indent">Or anything else you can spare.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">392d</span>
+<p class = "stanza">
+“’I’ve heard my dear mamma say many a time</p>
+<p class = "indent">That a chicken would do her much good,</p>
+<p>And so, dear Lord, if chickens is cheap,</p>
+<p class = "indent">A chicken also, if you could;</p>
+<p>With three pails of coal, if it isn’t too much,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And some stuff for mamma’s lame knee,</p>
+<p>And oh, my dear Lord, pray don’t think me mean,</p>
+<p class = "indent">But a dear little dolly for me.’</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“That’s all, my dear mamma, and now let me run</p>
+<p class = "indent">And send it to heaven at once,</p>
+<p>For if He don’t get it by Christmas time,</p>
+<p class = "indent">He surely will think me a dunce.”</p>
+<p>The letter was posted, the letter was scanned,</p>
+<p class = "indent">With numberless grins by the men</p>
+<p>Whose duty it was to assort all the waifs</p>
+<p class = "indent">That came from the wonderful pen.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“Now where’s the dear Lord?” said one of these men;</p>
+<p class = "indent">“That’s me,” said another, quite grave.</p>
+<p>“Here’s a letter, then!”&mdash;tossing the missive to him,</p>
+<p class = "indent">“And a twopenny stamp you will save.”</p>
+<p>The letter was opened, the letter was read,</p>
+<p class = "indent">There were very few tearless eyes;</p>
+<p>The reader looked round on the silent group,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And then, with a nod, he cries:</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+“Now, boys, there is something in this that I like&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "indent">It’s nature right straight up to win,</p>
+<p>And we’ve all of us got to be lords right here&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "indent">So here is my dot to begin.”</p>
+<p>The dollars flew down on the table like snow,</p>
+<p class = "indent">They came from the crowd’s great heart,</p>
+<p>A letter was written by proxy and signed,</p>
+<p class = "indent">The proposer to play the part.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+And so it came off upon one winter night</p>
+<p class = "indent">That there happened this strange affair;</p>
+<p>A tapping came soft at Mamie’s door,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And a very old man stood there;</p>
+<p>He was clad from his head to his feet so warm,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And his beard it was long and white.</p>
+<p>“Good-even!” he said, as he pushed in a box</p>
+<p class = "indent">Then vanished quite out of their sight.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+They were speechless, and only could stare at the box</p>
+<p class = "indent">Directed to Mamie St. Clair,</p>
+<p>From “The Lord in Heaven.” What did it all mean?</p>
+<p class = "indent">And a letter beside was there&mdash;</p>
+<p>A letter from heaven read: “Be a good girl,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And never do anything ill;</p>
+<p>Love mamma as well as you do to-day.”</p>
+<p class = "indent">And a fifty-dollar bill.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">
+If I wrote from now till the crack of doom,</p>
+<p class = "indent">I could tell no more than this.</p>
+<p>It was all packed down in that wonderful box,</p>
+<p class = "indent">And the dolly&mdash;oh, gracious! what bliss!</p>
+<p>And in time that letter to heaven direct</p>
+<p class = "indent">Sent many and many a friend,</p>
+<p>And perhaps a new papa&mdash;who knows?&mdash;may be sent</p>
+<p class = "indent">By heaven itself, in the end.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<!-- png 33 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">393a</span>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "striking" id = "striking">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h1>Striking out for Themselves.</h1>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h6>BY F. H. SWEET.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<p>“Reckon we’ll get ’em burned out by Tuesday week, Tom, and be ready
+for Pylant’s oranges. Suppose the old fellow will want us to take pay in
+town lots, though.”</p>
+
+<p>“He’ll get left if he does;” and the lad by the fire removed the
+skillet of fried bacon from the coals and put the coffee-pot in its
+place. “I’m willing to work out a five-acre lot, but don’t want any
+towns. Say, Dave, what do you think of the party going to Punta Rassa?”
+he added, as he thrust a stick into the bean-pot to see what prospect
+there was for an early supper.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, from what I hear, I fancy there is plenty of good land to be
+homesteaded in that section, and if we didn’t have a good job here, I’d
+be for joining them. I&nbsp;begin to feel a little anxious to have some
+land where we can be starting trees of our own.”</p>
+
+<p>“Same here; but the land will come in good time, and while we’ve got
+a week’s rations of bacon and hominy ahead, I&nbsp;shan’t kick against
+luck. But grub’s ready.”</p>
+
+<p>Both lads fell to with a relish. Beans seemed to be the central dish
+at almost every meal, and yet they somehow never seemed to tire of
+them.</p>
+
+<p>They had encountered a good many hard knocks since leaving their
+Western home, but were evidently none the worse for them.</p>
+
+<p>Dave Freeman, the son of a hard-working Kansas farmer, had come South
+to better his prospects, and with a deep but unexpressed longing to help
+the home folks.</p>
+
+<p>At Flomaton, or Pensacola Junction, as it is now called, he had
+fallen in with Tom Byrne, an Indiana boy, and the two had soon become
+fast friends.</p>
+
+<p>By getting occasional jobs along the way, and not infrequently
+“tramping it,” they had reached their present quarters, near Panasofkee,
+in Sumter County.</p>
+
+<p>Here they had taken a contract from a “papertown” proprietor to clear
+five acres of land for seventy-five dollars.</p>
+
+<p>This was a low figure, as the ground was full of palmetto roots, and
+not only were the trees to be cleared from the land, but all stumps to
+be burned out.</p>
+
+<p>The boys already had been at work over two months, and hoped that
+another week would complete the job. On the first, their employer was to
+commence gathering his oranges, and they expected several weeks’
+employment with him.</p>
+
+<p>Although the work of clearing was very hard, the boys were rugged and
+hearty, and thoroughly enjoyed their novel surroundings.</p>
+
+<p>After finishing their beans, they put away the few dishes, and began
+the round of their stumps. Here and there one was dying out, and new
+fuel had to be piled around it. As one stump burned out, it was dragged
+from its hole and placed against the roots of another.</p>
+
+<p>And so, from one stump to another, adding fuel to this or dragging
+that away, their faces covered with soot, and looking more like negroes
+than white folks, the boys darted around, shouting gleefully to each
+other whenever one of the tall pines burned through and came crashing to
+the ground.</p>
+
+<p>A little to one side, and out of reach of the fires, the boys had
+built a little six-by-ten shanty, where they kept their belongings and
+occasionally slept. More frequently, however, they slung their hammock
+between two pines, near the camp-fire.</p>
+
+<p>At first, the peculiar roar of the alligators from the swamp near by
+had disturbed their rest, but they very soon got accustomed to it, and
+also to the startling challenge of a large bat, which is apt to frighten
+strangers by its sudden appearance and shrill cry.</p>
+
+<p>A few days before the boys finished their contract, a&nbsp;party of
+surveyors stopped at their shanty to get a drink of water, and to see if
+they could get them for a couple of days.</p>
+
+<p>As the pay offered was good, the boys were glad to accept it, and
+five minutes were sufficient to put their few belongings into the shanty
+and to nail up the door.</p>
+
+<p>It took the party some hours to reach their destination, and as soon
+as they had
+<!-- png 34 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">393b</span>
+partaken of a lunch, they began to survey a site for a new town.</p>
+
+<p>The boys had seen a great many “paper towns” since they came to
+Florida, but as a rule had taken little interest in them. They were
+usually ventures of men who did not have money enough to make their
+speculations a success.</p>
+
+<p>Tom and Dave were put to work carrying chain, and very soon became
+interested in the talk of their companions.</p>
+
+<p>The spot chosen was a very beautiful one&mdash;a&nbsp;sloping
+hillside gradually narrowing into a strip six or seven hundred yards
+wide and running between two of the most picturesque lakes the boys had
+ever seen.</p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic11.jpg" width = "517" height = "596"
+alt = "see caption"></p>
+
+<p class = "caption">
+“‘WHY, BOYS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?’<br>
+TOM LOOKED UP TO MEET THE KEEN EYES OF THE DOCTOR.”</p>
+
+<p>From the talk of the surveyors they learned that a number of them
+were railroad men, and that they were endeavoring to buy at nominal
+figures all the choice lands along the line of the new road before the
+settlers became aware of its value.</p>
+
+<p>They discussed their plans before the boys without reserve, and it
+soon became evident to the latter that the future of this hillside could
+bear no comparison with the other paper towns they had seen.
+A&nbsp;number of very wealthy men were interested in it, and they
+proposed to make it the winter home of themselves and friends.</p>
+
+<p>“You see, gentlemen,” said one of the men to his companions, as he
+pointed across the strip of land to the slope on the other side, “the
+road will wind around the lake, across the neck of land, and along
+<span class = "pagenum">393c</span>
+the western side of the lake to the right, and then in almost a bee-line
+toward Palatka. Ten years from now, and this hillside for forty miles
+will be a succession of orange groves. Near the depot we shall have a
+limited number of business lots, while the balance of the land will be
+surveyed into large orange grove and villa tracts. It will be specified
+in each deed that no cheap buildings shall be erected. It is not a mere
+speculation, as there are already a dozen or more men who will begin
+elegant residences as soon as the land is surveyed.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you know, professor, who owns that point jutting into the lake?
+It is a fine building site.”</p>
+
+<p>The speaker was a tall, sharp-featured man of middle age, whom his
+friends addressed as doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“No,” answered the professor, “but I think a man named Pylant is the
+owner, and that the twenty acres beyond belong to a Dutchman in Eustis.
+However, we do not wish to make inquiries at present. They saw us when
+we came out, and should we go back now and value their land, they will
+put on four prices. Our policy is to go back as though we were
+disappointed in the land, and by the time we return next week they will
+offer it at our own figures. We can probably get it for two to four
+dollars an acre. It is thirty miles from any town, and as Pylant got it
+from the government, four dollars will be a big price to him.”</p>
+
+<p>“And in twelve months it will be worth as many hundred,” said the
+doctor.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">393d</span>
+<p>Tom and Dave looked at each other curiously, and wondered how they
+would feel if they owned a few acres on this hillside.</p>
+
+<p>At the end of the week&mdash;for the two days’ work had lengthened
+into five&mdash;the boys were paid fifteen dollars, and told they would
+be soon wanted for several months, should they care to return.</p>
+
+<p>Everything was found safe at the shanty, and the boys went to work at
+the stumps with a will. At the end of the third day, the last root was
+reduced to ashes, and then Dave set to work to prepare a supper suitable
+for such an occasion. Fried quail (which they had snared), orange slump,
+pineapple shortcake, baked beans and a pot of steaming coffee graced the
+table (or rather box), while by way of dessert a pillow-case full of
+oranges, picked up in a neighboring grove, stood by the side of the
+banqueting board.</p>
+
+<p>Next morning the boys went to see Mr. Pylant.</p>
+
+<p>“So you’ve cleaned it up, have you?” he exclaimed, as the boys told
+him their errand. “I&nbsp;saw last week it was most done. Reckon you’ll
+want a little money and the rest in land. Sharp boys! know land is
+best&mdash;goin’ up, goin’ up all the time.”</p>
+
+<p>“But if you please, Mr. Pylant, we’d rather have the money,” said
+Dave, quietly.</p>
+
+<p>“Money!” exclaimed the “cracker,” in astonishment. “Why, boys, in one
+year there’ll be a city on that land, and you’ll be rich. The lots I let
+you have for thirty dollars’ll be worth a fortune.”</p>
+
+<!-- png 35 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">394a</span>
+<p>“We don’t want any lots,” replied Dave, decidedly. “We intend to get
+some land when we can, but we must have it large enough to put out a
+good grove&nbsp;on.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I’ll sell you a five-acre lot near the village for two hundred
+dollars, and you can work it out.”</p>
+
+<p>“Too much,” answered Dave. “We want cheaper land, and are willing to
+go a longer distance from town.”</p>
+
+<p>“But that’s cheap,” expostulated Pylant, who began to fear he would
+have to pay out money. “How far would you be willin’ to go for land?” he
+added, as another idea seemed to strike him.</p>
+
+<p>“Not particular, if the land is good and price low.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’ve got the identical place for you,” cried Pylant, his face
+brightening; “splendid land, and on a beautiful lake.”</p>
+
+<p>“How far?”</p>
+
+<p>Pylant hesitated.</p>
+
+<p>“Mebbe it’s twenty miles or so,” he at length said, slowly; “but it’s
+good, and I’ll let you have it low.”</p>
+
+<p>“Twenty miles is a long distance from town,” said Dave, dubiously;
+“but what’ll you take?”</p>
+
+<p>Fearing he would lose the sale, Pylant lowered the figures he had
+mentally fixed upon, and said, quickly:</p>
+
+<p>“If you take the twenty acres, you can have it for three dollars and
+a half an acre. I&nbsp;reckoned on sellin’ to the party here last week,
+and I ’lowed to myself I’d ask five dollars. But, somehow, they didn’t
+seem to take to&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” said Dave, slowly, as though hesitating, “I&nbsp;reckon we’ll
+take it. Can you fix up the deed now?”</p>
+
+<p>“Right off!” answered Pylant, quickly, fearing the boys might change
+their mind. “Here are the other five dollars I owe you.”</p>
+
+<p>Ten minutes later, Dave and Tom were the owners of the coveted twenty
+acres.</p>
+
+<p>For the next two weeks the boys worked in the orange grove and added
+another thirty-five dollars to their fund.</p>
+
+<p>Their living cost very little, and they now had nearly fifty dollars
+between them.</p>
+
+<p>Feeling comparatively wealthy, and with the prospect of, perhaps,
+weeks of idleness before them, if they remained where they were, the
+boys concluded to remove to their new possession.</p>
+
+<p>Provisions enough to last two months were purchased, and with these,
+and with a miscellaneous collection of kettles, axes, and other tools,
+the boys set out.</p>
+
+<p>Although the load was packed and strapped to their backs in the most
+convenient manner, it took two days to complete their journey.</p>
+
+<p>The third was spent in making a camp and looking up the stubs which
+marked the boundaries of their twenty acres.</p>
+
+<p>Like most of the high pine land in Florida, their tract was free from
+palmetto, and consequently much easier to clear than the low pine they
+had previously been at work upon.</p>
+
+<p>Four weeks passed, and they had heard nothing from the surveying
+party.</p>
+
+<p>Nearly three acres were cleared, and the boys were already
+calculating how many orange and lemon trees they would put out.</p>
+
+<p>One morning, as Tom was digging a hole under the roots of a lofty
+pine, preparatory to setting it on fire, he was greeted with a
+surprised:</p>
+
+<p>“Why, boys! What are you doing here?”</p>
+
+<p>And he looked up to meet the keen eyes of the doctor.</p>
+
+<p>“Clearing up our new purchase,” answered Tom, quietly.</p>
+
+<p>The doctor’s shrewd face broadened into a smile.</p>
+
+<p>“I see,” he said, pleasantly. “But how much are we to pay you boys
+for outwitting us? I&nbsp;saw Pylant yesterday, and was told that you
+had the land. The old man was nearly crazy, when one of us said we would
+be willing to go as high as twenty dollars an acre.”</p>
+
+<p>“I reckon we don’t care to sell at present,” said Dave. “Our twenty
+acres wouldn’t make much difference to you, who own as many thousand
+around the lakes.”</p>
+
+<p>The doctor and his friends laughed good-humoredly.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s right, boys,” said the one called professor; “hold the land
+for an advance. It will come sooner than you expect, perhaps. But we
+shall want your services for the next three months, to help our
+surveyors; so be at our camp in the morning.”</p>
+
+<p>After this the boys could not complain
+<!-- png 36 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">394b</span>
+of loneliness. A&nbsp;few weeks of surveying outlined the streets and
+blocks of the new town; a&nbsp;sawmill was quickly under way; buildings
+went up rapidly, and here and there were displayed the new goods of
+enterprising young merchants.</p>
+
+<p>The fame of the new town spread through the surrounding country, and
+every day brought new arrivals, seeking work; and soon hundreds of axes
+could be heard on the hillside, clearing the land and making ready for
+the numerous young groves to be put out in the spring.</p>
+
+<p>Dave and Tom had all the work they could do, and utilized the
+evenings and odd moments in burning the trees and stumps on their land.
+By the first of February they had five acres cleared and fenced, and
+ready for trees.</p>
+
+<p>Believing the best to be the cheapest, they sent to one of the
+nurseries for three hundred and fifty budded trees. They took especial
+pains in setting them out, and in due time had as thrifty a young grove
+as one could wish to see.</p>
+
+<p>The trees cost them all the money they had earned and most of what
+they had laid aside; but when they looked at their beautiful young
+grove, they were more than satisfied.</p>
+
+<p>Before the end of the year the proposed railroad was built, and its
+advent made a tremendous rise in the value of land.</p>
+
+<p>The boys had had many excellent offers for their land before, but
+invariably declined to consider them. As the depot had been built very
+near them, they knew their place must advance rapidly.</p>
+
+<p>However, shortly after the erection of the depot, they received an
+offer of seven thousand dollars for the unimproved ten acres, and after
+a short consultation, decided to accept it. Dave had not seen his people
+for nearly two years, and was anxious to visit them. Tom, who was alone
+in the world, was to remain and look after their grove.</p>
+
+<p>So a few weeks later saw Dave walking up the lane to the old
+homestead. Knowing how particular his father was, he was greatly
+surprised at the thriftless look of everything. A&nbsp;man was hobbling
+across the yard as he approached, and Dave saw with dismay that the
+haggard face belonged to his father.</p>
+
+<p>Their meeting may be imagined, and Dave soon knew of the broken leg
+and the long, hard winter following it, with no one to look after things
+and unpaid bills accumulating rapidly.</p>
+
+<p>“A sorry home-coming, my boy,” said his father, with a wan smile.</p>
+
+<p>But Dave’s story quickly changed the aspect of things. The bills were
+paid; pinching want was a thing of the past.</p>
+
+<p>And then Dave talked and argued until his parents agreed to return
+with him and spend the winter in Florida, and give that genial climate a
+chance to make his father well and strong again.</p>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "jack_ocean" id = "jack_ocean">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+[<i>This Story began in No. 21.</i>]</p>
+
+<h1 class = "smallcaps">Jack Stanwood;</h1>
+
+<h6>OR,</h6>
+
+<h5 class = "extended">FROM OCEAN TO OCEAN.</h5>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4>BY JAMES H. SMITH.</h4>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XIII.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">I BREAK JAIL THROUGH NO
+EFFORTS OF MY OWN.</span></h4>
+
+<p>I was handed over to the custody of a little man, with big, staring
+eyes, and a magnified head of hair that made him look like a gun-swab.
+This was Mr. Janks, the jailor.</p>
+
+<p>He stood looking at me for some moments, swinging a bunch of keys on
+his finger, and then said, mournfully, “So, you’ve come, have you?”
+which made me think that he must have dreamed of my coming.</p>
+
+<p>Then he took up a small lamp, and, after examining me from head to
+foot as if I were some strange animal, he gave vent to a dismal groan,
+and asked me if I was hungry.</p>
+
+<p>Receiving a negative answer, he groaned again, and beckoned me to
+follow him.</p>
+
+<p>He led the way along a damp and chilly stone corridor, lined with
+little iron doors, which I needed no one to tell me belonged to cells,
+and I followed him very readily. My previous notions of prison treatment
+included the immediate ironing of the culprit to the extent of several
+hundredweight, and, finding myself mistaken, my spirits rose
+accordingly.</p>
+
+<!-- png 37 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">394c</span>
+<p>He stopped before one of the little doors near the end of the
+corridor, and, opening it with a large key, ushered me into an apartment
+about eight feet square.</p>
+
+<p>This was my cell. The walls and ceiling were whitewashed, and the
+only furniture was an iron bedstead, covered with two coarse, gray
+blankets.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Janks waved his keys around as if to welcome me to this abode,
+and then, instead of going out and leaving me to my reflections, he
+leaned up against the door and groaned once more.</p>
+
+<p>“The wickedness of these boys!” he said, passing his hand through his
+hair, and apparently addressing the ceiling. “Why do they ever come
+here? Why did you come here?”</p>
+
+<p>I hastened to explain that I did not come of my own accord, and so
+far from wishing to be in jail, if he would only have the kindness to
+open the door, I&nbsp;would promise him to make my exit, and never
+return.</p>
+
+<p>“And so young!” continued Mr. Janks, without paying any attention to
+my remarks, and still apostrophizing the ceiling. “But it’s allus the
+way! The younger they are, the worse they are!”</p>
+
+<p>Then he launched forth into a description of the number of bad boys
+who had passed through his hands, and endeavored to draw a parallel
+between their case and mine, but, I&nbsp;think, with poor success.</p>
+
+<p>He kept up this monologue for at least ten minutes, while I sat on
+the couch and listened with anything but pleasurable emotions.</p>
+
+<p>At the end of that time he came to a sudden stop, and went out
+slowly, groaning dismally.</p>
+
+<p>When the sound of his footsteps had died away down the corridor,
+I&nbsp;surrendered myself to my thoughts. And how I did think!</p>
+
+<p>What had been all my trouble compared to this? <i>In prison!</i> The
+thought was horrifying!</p>
+
+<p>I felt now that I would not dare return home&mdash;for who would not
+shrink from me as a malefactor?</p>
+
+<p>Besides, I was extremely dubious as to my impending fate. I&nbsp;was
+not afraid of being convicted of larceny, unless Mary Jane Robinson
+perjured herself; but I was desperately afraid of Mr. Barron.</p>
+
+<p>I knew he took the Lancaster Examiner, and should he see my name in
+it, I&nbsp;felt certain he would pounce down on me, and then&mdash;well,
+something terrible would certainly happen.</p>
+
+<p>The sky looked very dark and cloudy just then, and you may easily
+imagine how bitterly I regretted my foolishness in running away.</p>
+
+<p>I lay awake for an hour or more thinking in this fashion, and then I
+fell into a fitful slumber.</p>
+
+<p>How long I slept, I don’t know; but when I awoke it was with a
+strange feeling that I was not alone&mdash;that some one was in the cell
+with&nbsp;me.</p>
+
+<p>I was wide awake in an instant, and my heart beat so loudly that I
+fancied I could hear&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>I listened intently, and presently heard a light “pitapat,” as if
+some one was walking across the floor; and while I was trying to muster
+up courage to call out, there was a sharp click, a&nbsp;flood of light
+illumined the cell, and I saw that the intruder was a man.</p>
+
+<p>He was standing near the opposite wall, and in his hand he held a
+lighted wax taper, with the aid of which he was taking a survey of the
+room.</p>
+
+<p>As he turned slowly around, I saw that he was young, rather
+good-looking, and well-dressed, and at the same time he saw&nbsp;me.</p>
+
+<p>He started, and with an exclamation of alarm, dropped the taper.</p>
+
+<p>In an instant, however, he recovered the taper and himself, and
+advanced toward&nbsp;me.</p>
+
+<p>“Who are you?” he demanded. “And how did you get here?”</p>
+
+<p>I related, in a few words, who I was and how I came to be
+incarcerated.</p>
+
+<p>He laughed lightly when I had finished, and said:</p>
+
+<p>“I suppose you wonder how <i>I</i> came here. Look!”</p>
+
+<p>I looked, and saw an aperture in the wall about two feet square.</p>
+
+<p>“I came through that,” he said, laughing softly at my evident
+astonishment. “My cell is on the other side. Now, I&nbsp;am going to
+escape from this jail, and I want you to go with&nbsp;me.”</p>
+
+<p>I know now that his reason was to prevent my giving an alarm; but I
+thought then that it was because he took pity on&nbsp;me.</p>
+
+<p>And I joyfully accepted his offer,
+<!-- png 38 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">394d</span>
+although I couldn’t imagine how he was to manage it, and I made a remark
+to that effect.</p>
+
+<p>“Easy enough,” he said. “You have only a lock on your door, while
+there’s a dozen bolts on mine. That’s why I dug through, expecting to
+find the cell empty. However, it is all right. Take off your shoes.”</p>
+
+<p>I did so, and then my companion put out the lights, having first
+opened the door with what looked like a piece of wire.</p>
+
+<p>Then he whispered to me to keep hold of his sleeve, step cautiously
+and not let my shoes fall, and then we moved out into the corridor, now
+black as Egypt.</p>
+
+<p>My guide also seemed to be in his stocking feet; but where his shoes
+were I couldn’t imagine.</p>
+
+<p>We moved along slowly, but steadily, my guide seeming to know the
+way, and presently he opened a door with only a slight creak, and then
+whispered in my ear:</p>
+
+<p>“We are in the lodge. Don’t breathe.”</p>
+
+<p>Again we moved on and again stopped, and from one or two sharp clicks
+I judged him to be trying to open another door.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly he drew me forward. I felt a rush of cold air, and the next
+instant I was out of jail.</p>
+
+<p>“Wait!” said my companion.</p>
+
+<p>And he closed the wicket gate, and locked it noiselessly.</p>
+
+<p>“If they find the gate open, they’ll smell a rat,” he remarked. “Now
+then, my boy, come&nbsp;on.”</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XIV.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">I BECOME A WANDERER
+AND FALL INTO LUCK.</span></h4>
+
+<p>I kept closely by his side, and for half an hour we moved along,
+keeping in the shadow of the houses, until we reached the outskirts of
+the town.</p>
+
+<p>“Now then,” said my companion, speaking for the first time, “put on
+your shoes.”</p>
+
+<p>I did so, and very glad I was to do it. At the same time he reached
+down and drew off his stockings, and then I saw they had been drawn on
+over his boots.</p>
+
+<p>Then he took my hand, and we walked along steadily and swiftly for an
+hour, until the lights of Lancaster had faded in the distance, and not
+until then did my companion fall into a walk and conversation.</p>
+
+<p>“What did you say you were in for?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“For nothing,” I answered, promptly.</p>
+
+<p>This seemed to amuse him greatly.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course not,” said he, after an outburst of laughter.
+“I&nbsp;never saw a prisoner in my life who wasn’t innocent!”</p>
+
+<p>I attempted to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.</p>
+
+<p>“No matter&mdash;it’s not my business. It was forgery with
+me&mdash;ten years at the least; and I couldn’t stand that, you
+know.”</p>
+
+<p>“Certainly not,” said I, not knowing what else to say.</p>
+
+<p>Then, by way of turning the conversation, I&nbsp;inquired how he came
+to be provided with tools to effect his escape.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, as if he suspected me of
+some hidden motive in asking the question, and then, apparently
+satisfied with the scrutiny, he informed me that his friends had sent
+him pies every day for two weeks past.</p>
+
+<p>“Pies?” I exclaimed, in open-mouthed wonder.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, pies,” he said, gravely. “Don’t you see? Nothing but the
+crusts. Inside were keys, saws and a jimmy.”</p>
+
+<p>“A <i>jimmy</i>?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes&mdash;here it is. That came in four pies.”</p>
+
+<p>He took from his coat-pocket four pieces of steel, and in an instant
+fitted them together into a bar about two feet in length.</p>
+
+<p>“Not much to look at, is it?” said he; “but it is a crowbar, chisel,
+hammer and wrench, all in one. It only took me two nights to cut into
+your cell.”</p>
+
+<p>“And how did you know your way out in the dark?” I&nbsp;asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Because I came in that way, and I always keep my eyes open.
+Hello!”</p>
+
+<p>“What’s the matter?” I asked, in some alarm, as he came to a sudden
+halt.</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing much,” he answered; “only that I must leave you here.
+I&nbsp;don’t know where you are going, and I don’t propose to let you
+know where I am going. Besides, it is much harder to follow two than
+one, and there is no use of us both being captured.”</p>
+
+<!-- png 39 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">395a</span>
+<p>“Captured?” I repeated, in dismay. “Do you think the officers will
+follow&nbsp;us?”</p>
+
+<p>“Do I think so? I know they will.”</p>
+
+<p>I was so terrified that my teeth chattered, at this announcement, and
+he noticed&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t get too scared, young one,” he added, consolingly. “They won’t
+look for you half as much as they will for me. If you travel right
+straight on, and keep out of their clutches for a week, you’ll be
+safe.”</p>
+
+<p>“But I haven’t done anything,” I said, tremblingly.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, yes you have,” said he, with a laugh. “You have broken jail, and
+that means a year at least, if you’re caught.”</p>
+
+<p>I was so overwhelmed at this dread piece of news that I could only
+lean up against a convenient fence and stare at him.</p>
+
+<p>“Come, come!” he cried, impatiently, “brace up! They haven’t got you
+yet. If you go straight through this cornfield you will strike a road
+that will take you to Columbia. Good-by!”</p>
+
+<p>Before I had time to reply, he had plunged into the woods on the
+right of the road, and I was left alone.</p>
+
+<p>I was terribly alarmed, and lost no time in making my way through the
+cornfield; and when I found the road, I&nbsp;sped along it at a rapid
+gait. Fear lent me wings, and I fancied every bush an officer.</p>
+
+<p>It was a warm but pleasant night, and the moon was just rising.
+I&nbsp;calculated that it must be about midnight, and I determined that
+I would put many a mile between me and Lancaster before daybreak.</p>
+
+<p>So I set off at a dog-trot, and I kept it up until I saw the sun
+rising over the eastern hills.</p>
+
+<p>By that time I must have gone about twenty miles, and I was
+completely tired out, and very glad to crawl into the shelter of some
+neighboring woods and lie down to rest.</p>
+
+<p>Before I knew it I was asleep, and I did not awake until late in the
+afternoon.</p>
+
+<p>I was stiff and sore, and at the same time ravenously hungry. The
+first two ailments wore away as I started again on my journey, but the
+latter increased until I determined to brave anything rather than suffer
+any longer.</p>
+
+<p>The first house I came to was a small yellow frame, close to the
+road, with a yellow dog chained on the porch, and a woman frying ham in
+the kitchen.</p>
+
+<p>“Please, ma’am,” said I.</p>
+
+<p>“G’way!” said she. “Here, Tige!”</p>
+
+<p>“Please, ma’am&mdash;”</p>
+
+<p>“G’way, I say! We don’t want no tramps hookin’ everything they kin
+lay their hands&nbsp;on!”</p>
+
+<p>“Please, ma’am,” I persisted, mildly, “I am not a tramp. I&nbsp;want
+something to eat”&mdash;the woman started to unchain the dog&mdash;“for
+which I am willing to pay.”</p>
+
+<p>“Come right in,” said the woman, with a broad smile. “I&nbsp;declare
+I couldn’t have the heart to turn anybody away hungry. Tramps bother a
+person so that I get kinder suspicious, but I could see right away you
+were different from the general run.”</p>
+
+<p>While she was talking she was busily engaged in setting the table
+with fried ham, potatoes, bread and butter and coffee, and I lost no
+time in falling to. I&nbsp;paid a quarter for it when I had finished,
+and got away as quickly as possible, as I feared the arrival of some of
+the men folks, who might have their suspicions aroused.</p>
+
+<p>All that night I traveled on and slept in the woods again. Not to
+enter into particulars, it is sufficient to say that I kept this up for
+a week, until I found myself in the vicinity of Williamsport, and by
+that time I judged myself to be reasonably safe.</p>
+
+<p>So I boldly entered that city in broad daylight, had a bath and my
+hair cut, a&nbsp;complete change of underclothing, and enjoyed a day of
+rest.</p>
+
+<p>When I started out again, the next morning, I&nbsp;had recovered my
+usual spirits, and took to the road, determined to keep going as long as
+my money and strength held out. I&nbsp;had twenty-five dollars of the
+former and an unlimited supply of the latter.</p>
+
+<p>All that day I tramped on steadily enough, buying both my dinner and
+supper for trifling sums; and, when night came on, I&nbsp;thought it
+would be just as well to camp in the woods again.</p>
+
+<p>For that purpose I left the road, and, plunging into the forest on my
+left, I&nbsp;soon came to a secluded spot, near a ravine&nbsp;or
+<!-- png 40 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">395b</span>
+gully, and there I made myself a bed of dry leaves.</p>
+
+<p>On this I lay down, and was fast drifting into the Land of Nod, when
+I was aroused by a sound something like the rattling of tinware.</p>
+
+<p>I promptly sat up and listened. Again I heard the rattling, and as it
+evidently come from the ravine, I&nbsp;arose and began an
+investigation.</p>
+
+<p>Peering over the edge of the gully, I saw at the bottom, about
+fifteen feet below, a&nbsp;bright light, and the rattling sound again
+smote my ears.</p>
+
+<p>By this time my curiosity was excited to the utmost, and, catching
+hold of a small sapling, I&nbsp;leaned far over the edge to observe the
+why and wherefor. As I did so, I&nbsp;felt the sapling giving away, and
+I made a desperate attempt to recover myself.</p>
+
+<p>It was no use. Down went the sapling into the ravine and I along
+with&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XV.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">I MEET AN ECCENTRIC DOCTOR
+AND ENTER INTO HIS SERVICE.</span></h4>
+
+<p>The sapling and I fell directly on a fire of branches, from which
+came the light at which I had been gazing.</p>
+
+<p>I was slightly stunned, but I scrambled to my feet just as a heavy
+hand was laid on my collar, and a gruff voice said:</p>
+
+<p>“Vell! here’s a precious go!”</p>
+
+<p>I looked up, and saw that the voice and hand belonged to the same
+person&mdash;a&nbsp;short, stout man, with sallow complexion and
+glistening black eyes. His dress was a curious compound of broad, glazed
+hat and blue shift of a sailor and the flashy check vest and pantaloons
+of a peddler.</p>
+
+<p>“Vere did you come from, anyhow,” he demanded, before I had finished
+my survey, “a-busting down on a chap vithout varning, and a smashing of
+his pots and kettles?”</p>
+
+<p>“Pots and kettles?” I repeated, inquiringly.</p>
+
+<p>For answer he pointed indignantly to the ground, and then I saw what
+damage my descent had caused.</p>
+
+<p>A rusty coffee-pot, a little dish and a skillet were scattered among
+the embers of the fire.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s vot you did,” said he, resentfully. “Here vos I, a-cooking my
+supper and a-thinking of just nothink at all, when all of a suddent down
+you come, like a cannon-ball, and avay goes everythink! It was werry
+aggerwating because it was nearly done.”</p>
+
+<p>“I assure you, sir,” said I, very contritely, “that I had no
+intention of falling on your fire or your supper.”</p>
+
+<p>Then I explained the cause of my sudden descent, and wound up by
+offering to pay for the damage.</p>
+
+<p>By this time the man had entirely recovered his temper&mdash;if he
+had ever lost it, which I very much doubt&mdash;and smiled kindly.</p>
+
+<p>“Vell, vell, there ain’t much harm done except putting my supper back
+half an hour. Put up your money, my boy, and join&nbsp;me.”</p>
+
+<p>Then he righted the utensils, and whistling a lively air, prepared
+the meal anew. And this he did with an adroitness that proved the task
+to be by no means an unusual one.</p>
+
+<p>Within half an hour, he had made a pot of coffee, a&nbsp;pan of
+biscuits and a savory stew, and we were soon discussing this supper very
+amiably together.</p>
+
+<p>After supper he washed out the dishes and utensils in a brook near
+by, and lying at full length on the ground, composed himself for a
+smoke.</p>
+
+<p>All this time I had been regarding him in silence, but with
+considerable curiosity, and I had about made up my mind that he was a
+gipsy, on his way to join his tribe, when he startled me by saying,
+abruptly:</p>
+
+<p>“Look ’ere!”</p>
+
+<p>I intimated that I was all attention.</p>
+
+<p>“Who are you?” he asked, bluntly.</p>
+
+<p>“Jack Wood,” I answered, promptly, although a trifle nervously.</p>
+
+<p>“My name is Miles Norris,” he rejoined, after a long pause. “I’m a
+wender of physics and knickknacs.”</p>
+
+<p>“A doctor?”</p>
+
+<p>“Not exactly,” he replied, rising on his elbow and winking at me
+significantly. “I&nbsp;cures people as hasn’t got nothink the matter
+vith ’em and thinks they has.”</p>
+
+<p>This sentence was too deep for me to fathom, and on my intimating as
+much, he condescended to explain.</p>
+
+<p>“I go round the country selling my own medicines, which is Norris’s
+Golden Balsam, wot cures all kinds of pains, cuts and bruises,
+whatsomedever they
+<!-- png 41 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">395c</span>
+may be; fifty cents a bottle, small bottles twenty-five. Then there’s
+the Lightning Toothache Drops, wot cures that hagonizing malady in one
+second, or money refunded&mdash;twenty-five cents a bottle. And finally,
+’ere we ’ave the Great American Tooth Powder, which makes the blackest
+teeth vite in less’n no time, and makes the gums strong and
+’elthy&mdash;ten cents a box. And each and every purchaser is presented
+vith a book containing fifty songs, all new and prime, free gratis and
+for nothink! Valk hup, ladies and gentlemen; who’ll ’ave another
+bottle?”</p>
+
+<p>During this recital, Doctor Norris gradually assumed a professional
+demeanor, and near the close he rose to his feet, and gesticulated as if
+addressing a large audience.</p>
+
+<p>But at the close he suddenly cooled down, and assuming his recumbent
+position, said, listlessly:</p>
+
+<p>“Now you know me.”</p>
+
+<p>“Certainly,” said I; “but then I do not see&mdash;”</p>
+
+<p>“I hunderstand,” said he. “You don’t see no Balsam, nor Drops, nor
+Powder?”</p>
+
+<p>“I do not.”</p>
+
+<p>“And you vonder vere they are?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes.”</p>
+
+<p>“Your surprise is werry natural,” said Doctor Norris, with great
+gravity. “I&nbsp;am out of those inwaluable medicines at present, but
+ven I get to my laboratory, I&nbsp;shall roll ’em out wholesale.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then you make them?”</p>
+
+<p>“In course. I couldn’t trust anybody else.”</p>
+
+<p>Then, after a pause, he added, slowly:</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know but that I might let you into my secrets if&mdash; What
+did you say your name was?”</p>
+
+<p>I repeated my alias, and told my fictitious history.</p>
+
+<p>“So you ain’t got nothink to do?”</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing.”</p>
+
+<p>“How would you like to work for me?”</p>
+
+<p>“Doing what?”</p>
+
+<p>“Selling my medicines.”</p>
+
+<p>“Done!” cried I, joyfully.</p>
+
+<p>“Hold hup!” said he, quickly. “I ain’t quite certain. Can you
+patter?”</p>
+
+<p>“Can I what?”</p>
+
+<p>“Gab, I mean&mdash;talk? Are you good on that?”</p>
+
+<p>“I think I am,” I answered, modestly.</p>
+
+<p>“And ’ave you got plenty of cheek?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, yes! Why?”</p>
+
+<p>“Because you’ll need it. You wouldn’t be afraid to stand hup before a
+big crowd and blow away about the Balsam, or the Powder, nor yet the
+Drops&mdash;hey?”</p>
+
+<p>I assured him that the prospect did not dismay me in the least.</p>
+
+<p>My companion then brought the conversation to a conclusion very
+summarily.</p>
+
+<p>“Then, Jack Wood,” said he, “you’re my man!”</p>
+
+<p>Then he rolled over and went to sleep, and although somewhat
+astonished at the suddenness of the doctor’s resolution, I&nbsp;thought
+his action a good one, and <i>I</i> rolled over and went to sleep,
+also.</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XVI.<br>
+<span class = "subhead">TREATS OF MY EXPERIENCE AS A
+PHYSICIAN&mdash;I&nbsp;REACH THE MISSISSIPPI.</span></h4>
+
+<p>I awoke at sunrise, or rather Doctor Norris awoke me by a vigorous
+dig in the ribs with the point of his boot, and told me that breakfast
+was ready. I&nbsp;arose at once, washed my face, combed my hair, and
+then astonished the doctor by the vigor of my appetite.</p>
+
+<p>During the meal he confided to me his plans for the future. He had
+laid out a route through Butler and Beaver counties to the State line,
+and thence through Ohio until winter set&nbsp;in.</p>
+
+<p>“I make enough in summer to lay hup in winter,” he explained. “It’s
+an ’ealthy and hinvigorating life, and I like it. I’ve traveled over
+nearly all the States between the Atlantic and the Mississippi, ’ave ’ad
+my hups and downs, and I wouldn’t change places with a king.”</p>
+
+<p>I rather doubted whether the doctor knew very much about kings, that
+he could afford to speak so positively, but I felt that it would be
+neither polite nor prudent to disagree with him.</p>
+
+<p>“I dare say I shall like the life very well,” I&nbsp;said, quietly.
+“But&mdash;what am I expected to&nbsp;do?”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll be my assistant,” said the doctor, in a lofty voice, as if he
+was announcing my appointment to a cabinet position.</p>
+
+<p>Then he went into details, and explained that I was to assist him in
+concocting and selling the wonderful remedies of which he was the
+inventor.</p>
+
+<p>This duty included filling bottles, pasting on labels, carrying his
+baggage, making his fires, and several other minor matters which he
+could not recall just then.</p>
+
+<p>“Ve’ll camp out like this most of the time,” he added. “Hotels is
+hexpensive, and I never stops at ’em, unless it’s raining or I’m going
+to sell in the town. You von’t mind that, vill you?”</p>
+
+<!-- png 42 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">395d</span>
+<p>I was more than delighted at the prospect, and I said&nbsp;so.</p>
+
+<p>“This man,” I told myself, “is evidently a great traveler, and he is
+going West. If I stick to him my fortune is made.”</p>
+
+<p>It did not take the doctor long to pack up his traps, and, dividing
+them between us, we journeyed along very agreeably.</p>
+
+<p>When we arrived in Butler we went to a hotel, and there, in the
+seclusion of our room, the doctor manufactured three dozen bottles of
+the balsam, as many of the toothache drops and twice as many boxes of
+the tooth-powder.</p>
+
+<p>At this distance of time I cannot recall the ingredients of these
+justly celebrated remedies, but I can cheerfully testify to their
+harmlessness.</p>
+
+<p>The balsam was composed of two or three simple aromatic oils, the
+toothache drops was merely a diluted essence of the oil of cloves, and
+the wonderful tooth-powder chalk powdered and scented.</p>
+
+<p>The labels for the various compounds the doctor carried in his
+oilcloth bag, and the bottles, boxes and various ingredients he
+purchased at the village drug stores.</p>
+
+<p>I am almost ashamed to tell you what enormous profits he made on his
+sales, and will only mention that he once told me that the bottle and
+label formed nine-tenths of the cost of the Golden Balsam, which
+retailed at one dollar.</p>
+
+<p>In these days the street <ins class = "correction" title = "spelling unchanged">vender</ins> of physic is an ordinary sight, but a quarter of
+a century ago he was almost unknown outside of the largest cities.</p>
+
+<p>After being a month in the company of Doctor Norris I easily
+understood why he followed such a life. In the town of Butler two days’
+sales netted him sixty dollars, and he made nearly as much in
+Beaver.</p>
+
+<p>He was not always so successful, but, taking one week with another,
+I&nbsp;judged that he cleared at least fifty dollars, which was a bank
+president’s salary in those days.</p>
+
+<p>His methods were such as are in use among this class of gentry all
+the world over.</p>
+
+<p>Having prepared his stock in trade, he would gravely walk down the
+main street, followed by your humble servant.</p>
+
+<p>Halting on the most prominent corner, he and I would arrange the
+boxes and bottles in attractive pyramids on the top of a box or a
+barrel, taking as much time as possible, so as to attract the attention
+of the passers-by.</p>
+
+<p>Having achieved this object, the doctor would mount on a soap-box, so
+as to raise himself above the crowd, and begin his harangue.</p>
+
+<p>He always began gravely, and not until he had made several sales did
+he venture on a joke or a witticism, although he had a plentiful stock
+of cheap wit, such as crowds delight&nbsp;in.</p>
+
+<p>Another thing: When he spoke in public he used excellent English, and
+the cockney dialect entirely disappeared. He never explained this to me,
+but I suppose he was like an actor on the stage when addressing a
+crowd.</p>
+
+<p>“Ladies and gentlemen,” he would say, in calm and measured tones,
+“Shakespeare has said, ‘Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it!’ and
+he was right. Medicinal drugs are pernicious, even when given by a
+practiced physician, but when administered by quacks, it is little short
+of murder. Now, in my medicines I do not give you strange and deadly
+drugs. The articles I use are all known to you” (this was strictly
+true), “the mode of preparation only being a secret. No pain, no danger
+in their use, absolutely harmless to the smallest child, yet so powerful
+that the most deadly ailments yield to their power.”</p>
+
+<p>Thus the doctor talked on for fifteen minutes, taking the crowd into
+his confidence in a learned and fatherly way, until some fellow
+bashfully thrust forward a coin, and then the money rolled&nbsp;in.</p>
+
+<p>The doctor was now in his element; he was witty, he cracked jokes, he
+told stories, and even indulged in snatches of song, and he rarely
+failed to hold his audience until his stock was exhausted.</p>
+
+<p>This operation sometimes consumed three or four hours, and sometimes
+his eloquence was wasted. But at all times he was cheerful and polite,
+and good and bad fortune seemed alike to him.</p>
+
+<p>I thought then, and I still think, that he was a remarkable man; and
+I am sure that he treated me very kindly. He paid me a very liberal
+salary of ten dollars a month, and whenever he had an unusually good
+day, gave me an extra dollar.</p>
+
+<p>All of this money I carefully stowed away in my belt for a rainy day,
+which I felt sure would come. And my experience did not
+deceive&nbsp;me.</p>
+
+<p>After leaving Pennsylvania, we traveled through the small towns of
+Ohio until near the middle of December, as it was a very open winter,
+and it was nearly Christmas before the cold and snow drove us into
+winter quarters in Toledo.</p>
+
+<p>The doctor intended to treat himself to a three months’ rest, and for
+that purpose hired two rooms and kept bachelor’s hall, and invited me to
+keep him company.</p>
+
+<p>I received no wages; but as he was to bear all expenses,
+I&nbsp;willingly agreed to the arrangement.</p>
+
+<p>These three months were absolutely uneventful, and about the first of
+April we started out again.</p>
+
+<p>The doctor had laid out a new route for this season. We traveled
+across country by stage to Keokuk, Iowa, intending to travel up the
+river as far as St. Paul, and then work eastward thorough Wisconsin and
+Michigan, and close the season at Detroit.</p>
+
+<p>But we never carried out our programme. My cruel fate pursued
+me&mdash;or was it punishment for my foolishness?&mdash;and at Davenport
+I was once more cast adrift.</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<!-- png 43 -->
+
+<span class = "pagenum">396a</span>
+
+<p class = "lines"><a name = "lesson" id = "lesson">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2 class = "smallcaps">
+<img src = "images/arrow_left.png" width = "33" height = "11"
+alt = "--">
+International Lesson&mdash;for May 29.
+<img src = "images/arrow_right.png" width = "33" height = "11"
+alt = "--"></h2>
+
+<h6 class = "smallcaps">Exodus 14:19-21. Golden Text&mdash;Isaiah
+43:2.</h6>
+
+<h4>Central Subject&mdash;THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA.</h4>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h5 class = "extended">BY REV. D. P. KIDDER, D.D.</h5>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4>INTRODUCTION.</h4>
+
+<p>According to Jewish tradition, it was seven days after the Passover
+that the Israelites passed over the Red Sea.</p>
+
+<p>Before they left they were directed by God to ask (not “borrow,” as
+it is in our version) of the Egyptians jewels of silver and gold, and
+other articles that would be of service to them.</p>
+
+<p>It was customary thus on the eve of a journey, or at the close of a
+term of service, to ask gifts. The practice corresponded to the asking
+of <i>backshish</i>, still so common in the East.</p>
+
+<p>The Egyptians, it seemed, readily and generously granted the request
+of the Israelites and supplied them abundantly. Thus, in some slight
+measure, they made return for the long years of unrequited service which
+the Hebrews had rendered to Egypt’s land and Egypt’s king.</p>
+
+<p>While the Egyptians were bewailing their dead, the children of
+Israel, having finished hurriedly their Passover feast, started on their
+journey of escape. Leaving Rameses, the western part of Goshen, they
+assembled at Succoth&mdash;“place of tents”&mdash;so called because it
+was a camping place for caravans going east, then and now. They were,
+perhaps, four days gathering at this spot, about two millions of people
+all told.</p>
+
+<p>The next point which they reached was Etham. This was a district of
+country just on the edge of the desert. From this point there were three
+routes to Palestine. The Israelites, by divine direction, took the most
+southern.</p>
+
+<p>They were at first surprised at this order of march; but it was the
+only safe one for them. The most northern would have taken them right
+through the country of the warlike and hostile Philistines, and the
+middle route (after passing the great wall which stretched from Pelusium
+on the Mediterranean Sea to the Gulf of Suez) would have brought them
+right out upon the desert.</p>
+
+<p>Several days had elapsed since the Israelites started on their
+flight. Pharaoh already missed them. His important works were brought to
+a standstill; there was no one to make or handle bricks, and the loss of
+so large and so efficient a body of workers was severely felt.</p>
+
+<p>A reaction takes place in the mind of the king; he charges himself
+with folly in letting the people go, and resolves to pursue them. He
+learns, also, that they have not yet got out of the land of Egypt, and
+he thinks that by the fact that they have turned south, and not gone
+directly to the east, they are confused, and he plans to catch them when
+they are hemmed in by the mountains and the sea.</p>
+
+<p>With six hundred of his swiftest chariots he at once sets out after
+them, leaving orders, doubtless, for other chariots as well as foot
+soldiers to follow as soon as possible.</p>
+
+<p>The Israelites were in the greatest alarm; there was no visible means
+of escape. They could go no further south, for the mountains were in
+front of them; they could not turn to the right for the same reason; the
+Egyptians were in their rear, and the Red Sea was before them. They were
+in a trap. This is what Pharaoh expected. The strategy on which he had
+reckoned (ver.&nbsp;3) had worked admirably.</p>
+
+
+<h4>THE PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE.</h4>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And the angel of God, which went before the camp of Israel, removed and
+went behind them; and the pillar of the cloud went from before their
+face, and stood behind them:</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel:
+and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to
+these: so that the one came not near the other all the night.”
+</p>
+
+<p>It is singular that this blind king should so soon forget that there
+was a God in Israel, and that he was to come into collision again with
+that Being who had so often foiled, and finally, in the death of the
+first-born, had utterly crushed him.</p>
+
+<p>But none are so blind or so heedless as the obstinate and the
+unbelieving. It will be seen that the battle that is soon to follow will
+end as before&mdash;in the defeat
+<span class = "pagenum">396b</span>
+of Pharaoh, and, as some think, his death.</p>
+
+<p>We have in this “angel of God” the same being that we have met so
+often before, who talked familiarly with Abraham and Jacob. He is the
+one who afterward came in the form of the flesh, and is called
+Christ.</p>
+
+<p>This time His symbol was a cloud, and at night a pillar of fire. In
+such a large host as that of the children of Israel were at this time,
+it would be necessary that there be some elevated central object, so
+that those of the people scattered widely, in caring for the flocks and
+other like services, should not lose the location of the camp.</p>
+
+<p>Some such arrangement was early found important in caravans crossing
+the deserts, so that it was customary to carry a round grate with fire,
+held aloft on a pole. The ancient Persians and some other nations
+carried a sacred fire in silver altars before their armies.</p>
+
+<p>At night this cloud over the camp of the Israelites was illumined by
+some strong internal fire, so that the host dwelt amid the darkness of
+the desert as in a city brightly lighted. It was a marvelous
+miracle.</p>
+
+<p>This cloud now changed its position as the Egyptians came near to the
+Israelites. It stood between the two hosts. Over the Egyptians it was a
+dense fog that cut off all their vision so that they could not tell what
+the Israelites were doing, while to the latter it was as though it had
+caught and held the rays of the setting sun, and poured a brilliant
+glory all over and through their encampment. The Egyptians, thinking
+that the rising sun will disperse the fog, wait for morning.</p>
+
+
+<h4>THE ISRAELITES ENTER THE RED SEA.</h4>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the Lord caused the
+sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made the sea
+dry land, and the waters were divided.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon dry
+ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on
+their left.”
+</p>
+
+<p class = "floatright">
+<img src = "images/pic14.jpg" width = "333" height = "343"
+alt = "crossing the Red Sea"></p>
+
+<p>While the Egyptians were thus waiting, the Israelites were busy; they
+were making the best use of their time. They were making their escape by
+the way last of all thought possible&mdash;even the bottom of the
+sea!</p>
+
+<p>The crossing was made in the neighborhood of what are now called the
+Bitter
+<span class = "pagenum">396c</span>
+Lakes. This was then most probably the head of the Red Sea.</p>
+
+<p>It was at a time of the year when the tide would help the action of
+the wind. If there were shoals or flats at the place where the crossing
+is supposed to have occurred, as there are now at Suez, the wind and the
+tide clearing a passage there would leave deep water on both sides of
+the passage-way, and this most probably is the meaning of the expression
+that the waters were a wall to them on either side.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“They were a defense; not necessarily perpendicular cliffs, as they were
+often pictured. God could make the water stand in precipices if He
+should so choose, and such a conception is more impressive to the
+imagination, but it is certain that the language of the text may mean
+simply that the water was a protection on the right and on the left
+flanks of the host. Thus, in Nahum 3:8, No (Thebes) is said to have the
+sea (the broad Nile) for the rampart and a wall&mdash;that is,
+a&nbsp;defense, a&nbsp;protection against enemies. It is true that in
+poetical passages the waters are said to have stood ’as a heap’ (Exod.
+15:8; Psa. 78:13); but so they are also, in the same style, said to have
+been ’congealed in the heart of the sea,’ and the peaks of the trembling
+Horeb are said to have ’skipped like rams, and the little hills like
+lambs’ (Psa. 114:4). Of course these expressions are not to be literally
+and prosaically interpreted.”</p>
+
+<p>The wind thus prevailed all night, to keep the passage open until all
+the Israelites had crossed and the pursuing Egyptians had got well into
+the sea.</p>
+
+
+<h4>THE ENEMY FOLLOW CLOSELY.</h4>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And the Egyptians pursued, and went in after them to the midst of the
+sea, even all Pharaoh’s horses, his chariots and his horsemen.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And it came to pass that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the
+host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and
+troubled the host of the Egyptians.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And took off their chariot wheels, that they drave them heavily; so
+that the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel; for the
+Lord fighteth for them against the Egyptians.”
+</p>
+
+<p>Surrounded by darkness and enveloped by the fog, the Egyptians did
+not know that they were rushing into the midst of the sea. It is not
+said that Pharaoh went in, and yet as the post of the king is usually
+represented on the ancient monuments as leading his
+soldiers&mdash;marching at their head&mdash;it may be, as some think,
+that his chariot led those six hundred chariots, and that he perished
+with them.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“The chariots of Egypt were very famous. According to Diodorus Siculus,
+Rameses II had twenty-seven thousand in his army. The processes of
+manufacture of chariots and harness are fully illustrated by existing
+sculptures, in which also are represented the chariots used by
+neighboring nations.”&mdash;<i>Rev. H. W. Phillot.</i></p>
+
+<p>At this point the movements of the Egyptians are very much impeded.
+Shortly after midnight, the fog changed into&nbsp;a
+<!-- png 44 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">396d</span>
+storm cloud, blazing with lightning and growling with thunder. This was
+terrifying to the Egyptians in the extreme, as they were not accustomed
+to thunderstorms, and scarcely ever saw rain.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“Showers of rain also came down from the sky, and dreadful thunder and
+lightning, with flashes of fire. Thunderbolts also were darted upon
+them; nor was there anything which God sends upon men as indications of
+His wrath which did not happen at this time.”&mdash;<i>Josephus.</i></p>
+
+<p>Psalms 77:15-20 refers to this storm. Although the Israelites went
+through dry-shod, the pursuing chariots sank in the mire, were buried in
+the sand, and in some cases the wheels were wrenched off, so that the
+superstitious Egyptians recognized the fact that the God of Israel was
+fighting against them. They therefore began to retreat. In the meantime
+the children of Israel had an abundance of time to make good their
+escape.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“Before the captivity, the night (between sunset and sunrise) was
+divided by the Israelites into three watches&mdash;the first watch, the
+middle watch and the morning watch. It appears that the Israelites had
+the space of two watches, at least (or eight hours), for effecting their
+passage.”&mdash;<i>Murphy.</i></p>
+
+
+<h4>THE OVERTHROW OF PHARAOH’S HOST.</h4>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand over the sea, that
+the waters may come again upon the Egyptians, upon their chariots and
+upon their horsemen.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea returned
+to his strength when the morning appeared; and the Egyptians fled
+against it, and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in the midst of the
+sea.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And the waters returned, and covered the chariots, and the horsemen,
+and all the host of Pharaoh that came into the sea after them; there
+remained not so much as one of them.”</p>
+
+<p>After the fugitives had safely gained the farther shore, and while
+the Egyptians were still struggling in the middle of the passage,
+through the gray of the dawn they saw the majestic form of Moses rise
+upon the opposite bank. They saw him stretch forth that terrible
+rod&mdash;that rod which had left so many deep scars upon the fair land
+of Egypt&mdash;and immediately the wind ceased, its strong pressure was
+relaxed, the sudden swell of the tide caught the waters, and they, as if
+impatient of restraint, leaped again to their wonted channel, burying
+the hopeless and helpless enemy.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“A&nbsp;sudden cessation of the wind at sunrise, coinciding with a
+spring tide (it was full moon), would immediately convert the low, flat
+sand-banks, first into a quicksand, and then into a mass of waters, in a
+time far less than would suffice for the escape of a single chariot or
+horseman loaded with heavy corselet.”&mdash;<i>Canon Cook.</i></p>
+
+<p>The destruction was as complete as it was sudden. Not one escaped.
+The disaster was overwhelming, crushing. The Egyptians never again
+disturbed the Israelites during all their after wanderings.</p>
+
+
+<h4>THIS WAS THE LORD’S DOINGS.</h4>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“But the children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the
+sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand and on
+their left.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“Thus the Lord saved Israel that day out of the hand of the Egyptians;
+and Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the seashore.</p>
+
+<p class= "quote">
+“And Israel saw that great work which the Lord did upon the Egyptians;
+and the people feared the Lord, and believed the Lord, and his servant
+Moses.”</p>
+
+<p>There was only one explanation of this event, and that was the Lord
+wrought it. There could be no room in the mind of any of the children of
+Israel to doubt that God was with them. Repeatedly had they seen their
+enemies baffled and discomfited; now they saw them destroyed. What folly
+to contend with such a God! Would it be possible for these people thus
+delivered ever to doubt God? ever to distrust Him? ever to disobey Him?
+It would seem not.</p>
+
+<p>They had every reason to believe Him, to be grateful to Him, to love
+and serve Him devotedly. Without lifting a finger, they, an unarmed
+people, with not a soldier in all their ranks, nor a weapon worthy the
+name, had triumphed over a chosen detachment of the finest army in the
+world at that time, led, too, by a king who was familiar with battles
+and accustomed to victories.</p>
+
+<p>Josephus says that, after the passage of the sea by the Israelites,
+a&nbsp;west wind set in, which (assisted by the current) drove the
+bodies of the drowned Egyptians to the eastern side of the gulf, where
+many of them were cast up upon the shore. In this way, Moses, according
+to him, obtained weapons and armor for a considerable number of
+Israelites.</p>
+
+<!-- png 45 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">397a</span>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "rains" id = "rains">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h2>WHAT THEY DO WHEN IT RAINS.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY CARRIE CATHCART DAY.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<table class = "verse" summary = "poem">
+<tr><td>
+<p class = "indent3">“Where do you go,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">Sweet, happy bird,</p>
+<p class = "indent3">When wild winds blow</p>
+<p class = "indent4">And storms are heard?</p>
+<p>Do you not dread the rushing rain,</p>
+<p>And wish the sky was bright again?”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Tweet oh! I fly</p>
+<p class = "indent4">To nestlings near&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "indent3">To hush their cry,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">And soothe their fear;</p>
+<p>And o’er them all my wings I fold,</p>
+<p>To keep them safely from the cold.”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Where do you run,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">Dear little duck?</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Is the rain fun,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">And best of luck?”</p>
+<p>“Oh, yes! Quack! quack! I swim in glee,</p>
+<p>It never pours too hard for me!”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Of course, good sheep,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">You do not care&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Out-doors you keep</p>
+<p class = "indent4">Through foul and fair;</p>
+<p>Your coat is surely thick enough</p>
+<p>To shield you from a tempest rough?”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Baa! baa! baa! baa!</p>
+<p class = "indent4">I let the geese</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Have all the wet;</p>
+<p class = "indent4">For should my fleece</p>
+<p class = "indent3">All soaking get,</p>
+<p>’Twould be too heavy for my play&mdash;</p>
+<p>So to my shed I skip away.”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Why do you croak</p>
+<p class = "indent4">So long and loud,</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Queer froggie folk,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">When comes a cloud?”</p>
+<p class = "indent3">“Cree-crake! cree-crake!</p>
+<p>Because our pollywogs, we know,</p>
+<p>When ponds are full will nicely grow!”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“But, bumble-bee,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">Your gauzy wings,</p>
+<p class = "indent3">It seems to me,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">Are flimsy things;</p>
+<p>Should they get drenched, ’twould spoil them quite,</p>
+<p>And you’d be in a sorry plight!”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“I crawl beneath</p>
+<p class = "indent4">A lily bell&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "indent3">A lovely sheath</p>
+<p class = "indent4">That suits me well,</p>
+<p>And when&mdash;buzz! buzz!&mdash;the sun I greet,</p>
+<p>The roses all are fresh and sweet.”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Well, surely you,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">My little lad,</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Feel very blue</p>
+<p class = "indent4">In weather sad?</p>
+<p>You mope and fret and whine and frown,</p>
+<p>To see the torrents driving down!”</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza indent3">“Oh, ho! oh, ho!</p>
+<p class = "indent4">You do not know;</p>
+<p class = "indent3">For <i>thus</i>, you see,</p>
+<p class = "indent4">My trowsers go</p>
+<p class = "indent3">Up to my knee;</p>
+<p>I make believe to wade and splash</p>
+<p>In puddles nice, with Puss and Dash,</p>
+<p>And we pretend the shower pours</p>
+<p>As hard <i>within</i> as out of doors!”</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "jackadandy" id = "jackadandy">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h1 class = "smallcaps">JACK-A-DANDY.</h1>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h6>BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK.</h6>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p>We children had been wishing for a tame crow ever since reading
+Dickens’ charming description of his pet raven. There were no ravens
+where we lived; but Brother Tom said crows were just as good, and could
+be taught to talk, too.</p>
+
+<p>And one day, when we were playing “Here we go round the mulberry
+bush” in the woods near the house, little Ikey, our colored
+washerwoman’s boy, came along with a live crow in his hands.</p>
+
+<p>Of course we were curious to see and examine the wonderful bird, and
+we crowded around Ikey, who seemed bewildered at being the object of so
+much attention.</p>
+
+<p>“Where did you get him?” “What you going to do with him?” “How much
+will you take for him?” asked Tom, Josie and Fred, in one breath.</p>
+
+<p>But Ikey only grinned, as he answered each in turn.</p>
+
+<p>“Got him out of his nest in a post-oak. Dey was more of ’em, but I
+couldn’t git ony dis one. I’m a-gwine to raise him if mammy’ll let me.
+But I mout sell him, if I git a good chance.”</p>
+
+<p>The opportunity was not to be lost, and in a very few moments Ikey
+was trudging homeward with a handful of coppers and two
+nickels&mdash;all the change we could raise among us, and we proudly
+carried our new-found treasure to the house.</p>
+
+<p>“Mercy on us!” cried mamma, holding up her hands. “What on earth have
+you got there?”</p>
+
+<p>“A crow,” we told her. “And we’re going to tame him, and teach him to
+talk.”</p>
+
+<!-- png 46 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">397b</span>
+<p>“Nonsense!” said mamma. “You don’t suppose I’ll have a <i>crow</i>
+about the house, to kill the young chickens and eat up the eggs!”</p>
+
+<p>But we begged and pleaded, till at last she gave her consent to let
+us keep&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>“It’ll be a great torment,” grumbled grandma. “It’s a <i>young</i>
+bird, and you’ll have to feed it like a baby.”</p>
+
+<p>But we did not mind the trouble. Indeed, it was more of an amusement
+to us to feed our pet on scraps of meat and bits of bread. It opened its
+mouth so wide, and cried “Caw-aw-aw!” in such a satisfactory way.</p>
+
+<p>Ikey had instructed us as to the manner of feeding.</p>
+
+<p>“Jess you peck it on de head, an’ it’ll open its mouth like it does
+fur de ole birds,” he explained.</p>
+
+<p>And we found his advice was good.</p>
+
+<p>We named our pet “Jack-a-Dandy,” and he grew and throve so much that
+he was soon able to procure his own food, which consisted of crickets
+and other insects.</p>
+
+<p>He was so tame that we could allow him perfect freedom, without any
+fear of his deserting&nbsp;us.</p>
+
+<p>As he grew older, he used frequently to fly into the top of a tall
+post-oak near the front door, from which he would circle around and
+around the house, then alight on the ground, and come hopping in the
+door, with a cheerful “caw! caw!” as if asserting that there was no
+place like home.</p>
+
+<p>“He’s better than Dick Hardy’s tame squirrel,” Tom used to say, “for
+that has to be kept in a cage.”</p>
+
+<p>“And Bob Rooney’s pet coon has to be fastened by a chain,” said
+Josie. “But Jack-a-Dandy is as free as we are.”</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">397c</span>
+<p>But mamma was not particularly pleased with Jack, and grandma
+continued to grumble over his misdemeanors, especially when he would
+rummage in her work-basket, and carry off her silver thimble or bright
+steel bodkin.</p>
+
+<p>“He’s a troublesome creature,” she would declare, “and if I had
+<i>my</i> way, he’d get his neck wrung.”</p>
+
+<p>But we kept a good watch on our favorite, to keep him from getting
+into mischief.</p>
+
+<p>We had used our best endeavors to teach him to talk, but he was a
+poor scholar, and could not even learn to pronounce his own name.</p>
+
+<p>Still we loved him, and continued to take his part against his
+enemies.</p>
+
+<p>Papa had never said much, one way or the other, about Jack, though he
+was not very favorably disposed toward the race of crows. But when the
+spring planting was done, he took sides with the opposition.</p>
+
+<p>“If your tame thief pulls up my corn, I’ll shoot him,” he
+declared.</p>
+
+<p>“If he troubles the young chickens, he’ll have to go,” said
+mamma.</p>
+
+<p>“If he spoils my garden, I’ll wring his neck,” asserted grandma.</p>
+
+<p>And, as may be imagined, we suffered considerable anxiety about our
+pet.</p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic15.jpg" width = "507" height = "557"
+alt = "see caption"></p>
+
+<p class = "caption">
+“BEFORE PAPA COULD SEIZE HIS GUN AND REACH THE SCENE OF CONFLICT,<br>
+JACK-A-DANDY HAD FLOWN TO THE HEN’S ASSISTANCE.”</p>
+
+<p>One day we were eating dinner, while Jack sat perched on the post-oak
+near the door.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly a terrible commotion occurred in the chicken-yard, caused by
+a hawk which had swooped down and seized a young chicken.</p>
+
+<p>The hen-mother, however, attacked the marauder so furiously that it
+was unable to carry off its prey immediately, and before papa could
+seize his gun and reach
+<span class = "pagenum">397d</span>
+the scene of conflict, Jack-a-Dandy had flown to the hen’s
+assistance.</p>
+
+<p>He attacked the hawk so desperately that it dropped its prey, and a
+terrible combat ensued, in which Jack came off the victor. But not
+satisfied with this, he pursued the flying enemy a long distance,
+attacking him sharply when occasion offered.</p>
+
+<p>You may be sure we had a great many praises and a sumptuous dinner
+for our favorite, on his return.</p>
+
+<p>Hawks had for years been a great pest to poultry raising, and even
+mamma espoused Jack’s cause after his successful battle with the
+rapacious foe.</p>
+
+<p>And during Jack’s life, not another chicken was molested by the
+hawks, as he kept a vigilant watch, and attacked every one that dared to
+venture near the premises.</p>
+
+<p>He even won the good-will of papa, by keeping rigidly aloof from the
+corn-field; but grandma was still fearful lest he might do some damage
+to the garden.</p>
+
+<p>She was very careful of her early vegetables, and the garden-spot was
+paled in, to keep the chickens and rabbits from making depredations on
+the early lettuce, peas and cabbages.</p>
+
+<p>But no fence would keep Jack out. Like the wind, he went “wherever he
+listeth.”</p>
+
+<p>Much to our relief, however, he did not offer to molest the
+vegetables, but did good service in picking up the insects and
+cut-worms, which are usually such a pest about a garden.</p>
+
+<p>When he fell to devouring the squash-bugs, which were sapping the
+life of the “Boston Marrows,” grandma’s last prejudice was overcome, and
+she declared that Jack was worth his weight in gold.</p>
+
+<!-- png 47 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">398a</span>
+<p>After that, she never went to the garden without calling Jack, who
+would give an answering “caw!” and hop gravely after her, or perch on
+her shoulder with all the confidence of a privileged favorite.</p>
+
+<p>As long as he lived, Jack continued to grow in the good opinion of
+the household. But, alas! he could not live forever.</p>
+
+<p>One day he sat drooping on his perch, and refused to be enticed away
+from it. He even declined the plump crickets Fred offered him in hopes
+of tempting his appetite.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning he was found dead under his perch. He was mourned
+sincerely by the whole family, from grandma down, and we buried him with
+great ceremony under his favorite post-oak.</p>
+
+<p>Tom sodded his grave, Josie planted a “mourning bride” over it, and
+Fred put up a shingle for a headstone, with this verse on it, which we
+all thought very beautiful:</p>
+
+<div class = "verse">
+<p>“Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy</p>
+<p>Loves plum-cake and sugar candy.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "warden" id = "warden">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<p class = "center">[<i>This Story began in No. 15.</i>]</p>
+
+<h5 class = "extended">THE</h5>
+
+<h1 class = "smallcaps">Young Game-Warden</h1>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h5><b>BY HARRY CASTLEMON.</b></h5>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<h4 class = "smallcaps">CHAPTER XXXI&mdash;[Continued].</h4>
+
+<p>Silas was so completely wrapped up in his own affairs that the boys
+got close to him before he was aware of their presence, and it is the
+greatest wonder in the world that he did not shoot one of them in his
+excitement.</p>
+
+<p>He was really alarmed; but when he had taken a good look at the
+newcomers, in order to make sure of their identity, he laid his gun
+across the chair, pushed up his sleeves, and shook both his fists at
+Dan.</p>
+
+<p>“So you thought you would fool your poor old pap this morning, did
+you, you little snipe?” he shouted. “Well, you see what you made by it,
+don’t you?”</p>
+
+<p>“I never tried to make a fool of you,” stammered Dan, who had a faint
+idea that he understood the situation. “I&nbsp;never in this wide
+world!”</p>
+
+<p>“Hush your noise when I tell you I know better,” yelled Silas; and
+one would have thought, by the way he acted and looked, that he was very
+angry, instead of very much delighted, at the way things had turned out.
+“Here you have been and tramped all over them mountings, and never got a
+cent for it, while I have made a clean twenty-five hundred dollars, if I
+counted it up right on my fingers; and I reckon I did, ’cause your mam
+put in a figger to help me now and then.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, how did it happen?” exclaimed Joe, who, up to this moment, had
+not been able to do anything but stand still and look astonished.</p>
+
+<p>He knew that his father had captured one of the robbers without help
+from any one, and that was more than fifty other men had been able to
+do, with all their weary tramping.</p>
+
+<p>“The way it happened was just this,” said Silas, who could not stand
+in one place for a single moment. “Hold on there!” he added, turning
+fiercely upon his prisoner, who just then moved uneasily upon the bench,
+as if he were trying to find a softer spot to sit on. “I’ve got my eyes
+onto you, and you might&nbsp;as&mdash;”</p>
+
+<p>“Why, father, he can’t get away,” Joe interposed. “You’ve got him
+tied up too tight. Why don’t you let out that rope a little?”</p>
+
+<p>“’Cause he’s worth a pile of money&mdash;that’s why!” exclaimed
+Silas; “and I won’t let the rope out not one inch, nuther. You Joe, keep
+away from there.”</p>
+
+<p>“I really wish you would undo some of this rope,” said the prisoner,
+who, like Byron’s Corsair, seemed to be a mild-mannered man.
+“I&nbsp;have been tied up ever since two o’clock, and am numb all over.
+I&nbsp;couldn’t run a step if I should try.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you believe a word of that!” exclaimed Silas. “Come away from
+there and let that rope be, I&nbsp;tell you.”</p>
+
+<p>“Say, father,” said Joe, suddenly, “what are you going to do with
+your captive? Do you intend to sit up and watch him all night long?”</p>
+
+<p>“I was just a-studying about that when you come up and scared me,”
+replied Silas,
+<!-- png 48 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">398b</span>
+dropping the butt of his gun to the ground, and leaning heavily upon the
+muzzle.</p>
+
+<p>He never could stand alone for any length of time; he always wanted
+something to support him.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you think I had better do about it? I&nbsp;don’t much like
+to keep him here, ’cause&mdash; Why, just look a-here, Joey,” added
+Silas, moving up to the door, and pointing to some object inside the
+cabin. “See them tools I took away from him?”</p>
+
+<p>The boys stepped to their father’s side, and saw lying upon the
+table, where Silas had placed it, a&nbsp;belt containing a brace of
+heavy revolvers and a murderous-looking knife.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, them’s dangerous,” continued Silas, “and if this feller’s
+pardner should happen along&mdash;”</p>
+
+<p>“But he won’t happen along,” interrupted Dan. “Brierly’s squad
+gobbled him.”</p>
+
+<p>The ferryman looked surprised, then disgusted, and finally he turned
+an inquiring glance upon Joe, who said that Dan told the truth.</p>
+
+<p>“You don’t like it, do you?” said the latter, to himself. “<ins class
+= "correction" title = "text reads ’I sorter’">It sorter</ins> hurts you
+to know that there is them in the world that are just as lucky and smart
+as you be, don’t it? Yes, that’s what’s the matter with pap. He don’t
+want no one else to be as well off as he&nbsp;is.”</p>
+
+<p>And when Dan said that, he hit the nail fairly on the head.</p>
+
+<p>“The other robber is not in a condition to attempt a rescue,” said
+Joe; “but, all the same, I&nbsp;don’t think you ought to keep this man
+here all night. The sheriff is now at Mr. Warren’s house, and it is your
+duty to hand the prisoner over to him at once. Be careful how you point
+those guns this way.”</p>
+
+<p>This last remark was called forth by an action on the part of Silas
+and Dan that made Joe feel the least bit uncomfortable.</p>
+
+<p>While the latter was talking, his hands were busy with the rope; and
+when the prisoner arose from the bench and stamped his feet to set the
+blood in circulation again, his excited and watchful guards at once
+covered his head and Joe’s with the muzzles of their guns.</p>
+
+<p>“Turn those weapons the other way,” repeated Joe, angrily. “You don’t
+think this man is foolish enough to try to run off while his hands are
+tied, do you? Now, father, how did you happen to catch him?”</p>
+
+<p>“It was just as easy as falling off a log,” replied Silas, resuming
+his seat and resting his double-barrel across his knees. “When you and
+Dan went away this morning, I&nbsp;just naturally shouldered my gun,
+walked up the road to the foot of the mounting, and set down on a log to
+wait for game to come a-running past me, just the same as if I was
+watching for deer, you know.”</p>
+
+<p>This was all true; but there was one thing he did that he forgot to
+mention. The only “game” Silas expected to see was Dan Morgan, when he
+returned from the mountain at night, and the ferryman was prepared to
+give him a warm reception. Before he devoted himself to the task of
+holding down that log by the roadside, he took the trouble to cut a long
+hickory switch, and to place it beside the log, out of sight. He meant
+to give Dan such a thrashing that he would never play any more tricks
+upon him.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, about one o’clock, or a little after, while I was a-setting
+there and waiting for the game to come along, I&nbsp;heared a noise in
+the brush, and, all on a sudden, out popped this feller. He was running
+like he’d been sent for, and that’s why I suspicioned him. Of course I
+didn’t know him from Adam, but I asked him would he stop a bit. And he
+’lowed he would, when he seed my gun looking him square in the eye.
+I&nbsp;brung him home, and your mam she passed out the clothes-line, and
+I tied him&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<p>“Where is mother now?” asked Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“Gone off after more sewing, I reckon,” replied Silas, in a tone
+which seemed to say that it was a matter that was not worth talking
+about. “She helped me figger up what I would get for catching him, and
+then she dug out. I’m worth almost as much as you be now, Joey, and that
+there mean Dan, who wouldn’t stay by and help me, he ain’t got a cent.
+Now don’t you wish you hadn’t played that trick on me this morning?”</p>
+
+<p>“Never mind that,” interposed Joe, who did not care to stand by and
+listen to an angry altercation which might end in a fight or a foot-race
+between his father and Dan. “If we are going to deliver
+<!-- png 49 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">398c</span>
+this man to the sheriff to-night, we had better be moving.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you reckon the sheriff will hand over the twenty-five hundred
+when I give up the prisoner?” inquired Silas, as the party walked down
+the bank toward the flat.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course he won’t.”</p>
+
+<p>“What for won’t he?”</p>
+
+<p>“Because he hasn’t got it with him. Perhaps it was never put into his
+hands at all. I&nbsp;haven’t received my share yet.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I reckon I’d best hold fast to him till I’m sure of my money,”
+said Silas, reflectively. “I&nbsp;guess I won’t take him down to old man
+Warren’s to-night.”</p>
+
+<p>“I guess you will, unless you want to get into trouble with the law,”
+said Joe, decidedly. “If you don’t give him up of your own free will,
+the sheriff will take him away from you.”</p>
+
+<p>Silas protested that he couldn’t see any sense in such a law as that,
+but he lent his aid in pushing off the flat.</p>
+
+<p>Dan, who was almost too angry to breathe, had more than half a mind
+to stay at home; but his curiosity to hear and see all that was said and
+done when the prisoner was turned over to the officers of the law
+impelled him to think better of it. When the flat was shoved off, he
+jumped in and picked up one of the oars.</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XXXII</h4>
+
+<p>We have said that Tom Hallet was so anxious to help his unlucky
+friend Bob in some way that he joined the very first squad that went out
+in search of him.</p>
+
+<p>The man who had the name of being the leader of it was the sheriff’s
+deputy; but the two stalwart young farmers who belonged to his party
+were longer of limb than he was, and they pushed ahead at such a rate
+that the deputy speedily fell to the rear, and stayed there during the
+most of the day.</p>
+
+<p>“Me and Cyrus have come out to win that there reward,” said one of
+the young men, when Tom remonstrated with them for leaving the officer
+so far behind, “and we can’t do it by loafing along like that sheriff
+does. We’ve got a mortgage to pay off on the farm, and we don’t know any
+easier way to raise the money for it than to capture one of them
+rogues.”</p>
+
+<p>But this sanguine young fellow was not the only one who was destined
+to have his trouble for his pains; and what made his disappointment and
+his brother’s harder to bear was the reflection that if they had left
+Tom’s cabin half an hour earlier than they did, they might have
+succeeded in earning a portion of the money of which they stood so much
+in need.</p>
+
+<p>They were not more than a quarter of a mile away when Brierly’s
+signal guns announced that one of the robbers had been captured. They
+ran forward at the top of their speed, hoping to reach the scene of
+action before the arrest was fairly consummated, but in this they were
+also disappointed.</p>
+
+<p>When they came within sight of the successful party, they found the
+robber securely bound, and Brierly wearing the belt that contained his
+weapons.</p>
+
+<p>“Too late, boys!” exclaimed the guide, who was highly elated over his
+good fortune. “You can’t lay claim to any of our money, if that’s what
+brung you up here in such haste.”</p>
+
+<p>“We don’t care for the money,” panted Tom. “Where’s Bob?”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s so,” said Brierly, who had not bestowed a single thought upon
+the prisoner during the whole forenoon. “Where is he? Say, feller, what
+have you done with him?”</p>
+
+<p>“I have not seen him for two hours,” replied the prisoner. “As soon
+as we found out that the hills were full of men, we set him at liberty,
+and I suppose he made the best of his way home. We didn’t want to keep
+him with us for fear that he would set up a yelp to show where we were
+hiding.”</p>
+
+<p>Just then, the deputy, who had been sitting on a log to recover his
+breath, managed to inquire:</p>
+
+<p>“What have you done with your partners?”</p>
+
+<p>“There were only two of us, and the other man has gone off that way,”
+answered the captive, nodding his head toward an indefinite point of the
+compass.</p>
+
+<p>Tom Hallet had no further interest in the hunt. He stood by and
+watched the officer as he unbound the prisoner and substituted a pair of
+hand-cuffs for the rope with which his arms had been confined, and when
+Brierly’s party started off with their captive, Tom fell in behind
+them.</p>
+
+<!-- png 50 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">398d</span>
+<p>He went as straight to his cabin as he could go, and there he found
+Bob Emerson, who was rummaging around in the hope of finding something
+to eat.</p>
+
+<p>“I haven’t had a bite of anything since last night, and you’d better
+believe that I am hungry,” said Bob, after he and Tom had greeted each
+other as though they had been separated for years. “But I am not a bit
+of a hero. I&nbsp;haven’t had an adventure worth the telling.”</p>
+
+<p>“There’s nothing in there,” said Tom, seeing that his friend was
+casting longing eyes toward his game-bag. “I&nbsp;didn’t take much of a
+lunch with me, and I was hungry enough to eat it all. Can you stand it
+until we get home?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll have to,” replied Bob. “By-the-way, did you ever see that
+before?”</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke, he put his hand into his pocket and drew out a soiled
+and crumpled letter, which looked as though it might have been through
+the war.</p>
+
+<p>It was the same precious document that he and Tom had left in Silas
+Morgan’s wood-pile.</p>
+
+<p>“One of the robbers gave it to me last night,” continued Bob, in
+reply to his companion’s inquiring look. “You will remember that Dan
+Morgan lost the letter within a few feet of the log on which he sat when
+he read it, and that when he and Silas went back to find it, they were
+frightened away by something that dodged into the bushes before they
+could get a sight at it, and which they took to be a ghost. Well, it
+wasn’t a ghost at all, but one of the thieves, who had been to the Beach
+after supplies. He found the letter, and read it. Of course he was
+greatly alarmed, and so was his companion; for they couldn’t help
+believing that some one had got wind of their hiding-place. They could
+hardly believe me when I told them that you and I made that letter up
+out of the whole cloth, and that we never dreamed there was any one
+living in the gorge.”</p>
+
+<p>“But we did know it,” said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course we did after they frightened us, but not before. They
+spoke about that, too. We took them completely by surprise the day we
+came down the gorge. We were close upon their camp before they knew it,
+and for a minute or two they didn’t know what to do. Then one of them
+conceived the idea of making that hideous noise, and when the other saw
+how well it worked, he joined in with him.”</p>
+
+<p>“But didn’t they know that we would be back sooner or later to look
+into the matter?” asked Tom.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course they did, and that was another thing that frightened them.
+They saw very plainly that their hiding-place was broken up, and were
+making preparations to leave it when Silas and Dan put in their
+appearance. The robbers saw and heard them long before they got to the
+camp, and the one who found the letter recognized them at once. It was
+at his suggestion that that ghost was rigged&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<p>“But they must have known that they could not scare everybody with
+that dummy,” observed Tom.</p>
+
+<p>“To-be-sure they did, and they were in a great hurry to get away from
+there; but they needed provisions, and by stopping to get them they fell
+into trouble. They took Joe Morgan’s house for a wood-chopper’s cabin,
+and while we were robbing them, they were foraging on Joe. I&nbsp;tell
+you, Tom, it’s a lucky thing for us that we got out of that gorge when
+we did. They were mad enough to shoot us on sight.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t wonder at it,” replied Tom. “It would make most anybody mad
+to lose a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money and securities, no
+matter how he came by them. Where did they catch you? Did they treat you
+well?”</p>
+
+<p>“They treated me well enough,” was Bob’s reply; “but I believe that
+if they had not stood in fear of immediate capture, I&nbsp;should have a
+different story to tell, if, indeed, I&nbsp;were able to tell any.
+I&nbsp;told you nothing but the truth in the postscript I added to their
+note.”</p>
+
+<p>“I knew they made you write it, and that you did not express your
+honest sentiments when you told us to be in a hurry about giving back
+that valise.”</p>
+
+<p>“I was sure you would understand it: but what could a fellow do with
+a cocked revolver flourished before his eyes by a man who was in just
+the right humor to use it on him?”</p>
+
+<p>“He would do as he is told, of course,” answered Tom. “But do you
+suppose they thought they could get that valise back by threatening
+you?”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know what they thought, for
+<!-- png 51 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">399a</span>
+they acted as if they were crazy. They caught me in less than half an
+hour after I left you, and it was through my own fault. I&nbsp;ran on to
+them before I knew it; and do you imagine I thought ‘robbers’ once? As
+true as you live, I&nbsp;didn’t. I&nbsp;took them for poachers, and told
+them, very politely, that these grounds were posted and they couldn’t be
+allowed to shoot there, when all on a sudden it popped into my head what
+I was doing. They saw the start I gave, and in a second more they had me
+covered. If I could have got away without letting them see that I
+suspected them, they wouldn’t have said a word to&nbsp;me.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, they covered you with their revolvers; then what?”</p>
+
+<p>“Beyond a doubt, they made a prisoner of me before they thought what
+they were doing, and when they came to look at it, they found that they
+had got an elephant on their hands. Then they would have been glad to
+get rid of me; but they did not see just how they could do it with
+safety to themselves, so they made up their minds to use&nbsp;me.</p>
+
+<p>“At first they thought they would wait and see if anything would come
+of the notice they left on the door of the cabin, and then they thought
+they wouldn’t&mdash;that they would hunt up another hiding-place as soon
+as possible; so they ordered me to take them where nobody would ever
+think of looking for them. And I could do nothing but obey.”</p>
+
+<p>“Were you acting as their guide when they released you?”</p>
+
+<p>Bob replied that he was.</p>
+
+<p>“Why didn’t you veer around a bit, and lead them toward the
+railroad?”</p>
+
+<p>“If I had, I shouldn’t be here now,” answered Bob, significantly.
+“They warned me to be careful about that, and they were so well
+acquainted with the hills that I was afraid to attempt any tricks. We
+camped over on Dungeon Brook last night, and set out again at an early
+hour this morning; but before we had been in motion an hour, we found
+ourselves cut off from the upper end of the hills, and that was the time
+they made up their minds to let me go. They didn’t say so, but still I
+had an idea that they didn’t want me around for fear I would make too
+much noise to suit them.”</p>
+
+<p>“I know they were afraid of it,” said Tom. “The robber that Brierly’s
+squad captured said&nbsp;so.”</p>
+
+<p>“Is one of them taken?” exclaimed Bob, who hadn’t heard of it before.
+“That’s good news. Where’s the other?”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t know. They separated after they let you go, and Brierly
+captured one of them. Perhaps we shall hear something about the other
+one now,” added Tom, directing his companion’s attention to a large
+party of men who were at that moment discovered approaching the cabin.
+“We went out in squads of four, and there are a dozen men in that
+crowd.”</p>
+
+<p>“But I don’t see any prisoner among them,” said Bob. “They have all
+got guns on their shoulders, and that proves that they have not seen
+anything of robber number two.”</p>
+
+<p>As the party came nearer, the boys saw that it was made up of
+citizens of Bellville and Hammondsport, who had abandoned the search for
+the day, and were now on their way home.</p>
+
+<p>They were surprised to see Bob Emerson there, safe and sound, and
+forthwith desired a full history of the letter which had been the means
+of bringing about so remarkable a series of events.</p>
+
+<p>Bob protested that he was too hungry to talk, but when he saw the
+generous supply of bread and meat which one of the men drew from his
+haversack, he sat down on a log in front of the cabin and told his
+story.</p>
+
+<p>His auditors declared that the way things had turned out was little
+short of wonderful, adding, as they arose to go, that they were coming
+out again, bright and early the next morning, to resume the search for
+robber number two. They were not going to remain idle at home, they
+said, as long as there were twenty-five hundred dollars running around
+loose in the woods.</p>
+
+<p>When the bread and meat were all gone, and the boys were once more
+alone, Tom wrote the notice which Joe Morgan found pinned to the door of
+the cabin, and then he and Bob set out for Uncle Hallet’s.</p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XXXIII</h4>
+
+<p>Although Silas Morgan had received the most convincing proof that he
+had
+<!-- png 52 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">399b</span>
+nothing more to fear from the “hant” which had so long occupied all his
+waking thoughts and disturbed his dreams at night, he would not have
+taken one step toward Mr. Warren’s house before morning, had he not been
+urged on by the hope that the sheriff would be ready to pay over his
+money as soon as the robber was given up to him. The desire to handle
+the reward to which he was entitled was stronger than his fear of the
+dark.</p>
+
+<p>“And what shall I do with them twenty-five hundred after I get ’em,
+Joey?” said he. “That’s what’s a-bothering of me now.”</p>
+
+<p>And it was the very thing that was bothering Joe, also. His father
+had always been in the habit of spending his money as fast as he got it,
+and the boy fully expected to see this large sum slip through his
+fingers without doing the least good to him or anybody else.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll tell you what I <i>wouldn’t</i> do with it,” said Joe, after a
+little hesitation. “I&nbsp;wouldn’t give Hobson any of&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’re right I won’t!” exclaimed Silas. “He’s got more’n his share
+already. What be you going to do with yours, when you get&nbsp;it?”</p>
+
+<p>“I think now that I shall put it in the bank at Hammondsport,”
+answered Joe. “It will be safe there, and if I am careful of it, it will
+last me until I get through going to school. You don’t want to go to
+school, but you might go into business and increase your capital.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s it&mdash;that’s it, Joey!” exclaimed Silas, who grew
+enthusiastic at once. “I&nbsp;never thought of that. But what sort of
+business? It must be something easy, ’cause I’ve worked hard enough
+already.”</p>
+
+<p>“Mr. Warren says that there is no easy way of making a living,” began
+Joe; but his father interrupted him with an exclamation of
+impatience.</p>
+
+<p>“What does old man Warren know about it?” he demanded. “He never had
+to do a hand’s turn in his life.”</p>
+
+<p>“But he don’t know what it is to be idle, and he is busy at something
+every day,” said Joe. “I’ll tell you what I have often thought I would
+do if I had a little money, and I may do it yet, if you don’t decide to
+go into it. The new road that is coming through here is bound to bring a
+good many people to the Beach, sooner or later. As the trout are nearly
+all gone, the guests will have to devote their attention to the bass in
+the lake, and consequently there will be a big demand for boats.”</p>
+
+<p>“So there will!” exclaimed Silas, who saw at once what Joe was trying
+to get at. “That’s the business I’ve been looking for, Joey, and it’s an
+easy one, too. Of course, I&nbsp;can let all my boats at so much an
+hour, and I won’t have nothing to do but sit on the beach and take in my
+money.”</p>
+
+<p>“And what’ll I be doing?” inquired Dan, who had not spoken
+before.</p>
+
+<p>“You!” cried Silas, who seemed to have forgotten that Dan was one of
+the party. “You will keep on chopping cord wood, to pay you for the mean
+trick you played on me this morning. You see what you made by it, don’t
+you? I&nbsp;reckon you wish you’d stayed by me now, don’t you? How much
+will them boats cost me, Joey?”</p>
+
+<p>“I should think that ten or a dozen skiffs would be enough to begin
+with,” answered Joe, “and they will cost you between three and four
+hundred dollars; but you would have enough left to rent a piece of
+ground of Mr. Warren and put up a snug little house on&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’ll be a gentleman like the rest of ’em, won’t I?” exclaimed
+Silas, gleefully.</p>
+
+<p>“No, you won’t,” said Dan, to himself. “That bridge ain’t been built
+yet, and I don’t reckon Hobson means to have it there. He is going to
+bust it up some way or ’nother, and I’m just the man to help him, if
+he’ll pay me for it. Everybody is getting rich ’cepting me, and I ain’t
+going to be treated this way no longer!”</p>
+
+<p>Silas was so completely carried away by Joe’s plan for making money
+without work that he could think of nothing else. He forgot how
+determined and vindictive Dan was, and how easy it would be for him to
+place a multitude of obstacles in his way, but Joe didn’t.</p>
+
+<p>The latter knew well enough that Dan intended to make trouble if he
+were left out in the cold, but what could be done for so lazy and
+unreliable a fellow as he was? That was the question.</p>
+
+<p>While Joe was turning it over in his mind, he led the way through Mr.
+Warren’s gate and up to the porch, where he found his employer sitting
+in company with the sheriff and both Uncle Hallet’s
+<!-- png 53 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">399c</span>
+game-wardens. The deputy was in an upper room, keeping guard over the
+other prisoner.</p>
+
+<p>Of course, Tom and Bob, who were greatly surprised as well as
+delighted to see Joe and his party, wanted to know just how the capture
+of robber number two had been brought about, and while Joe was telling
+the story, the sheriff marched the captive into the house and turned him
+over to his deputy.</p>
+
+<p>Then he came back and sat down; but he did not put his hand into his
+pocket and pull out the reward, as Silas hoped he would.</p>
+
+<p>“This has been a good day’s work all around,” said Tom, who was in
+high spirits. “The next time there is any detective work to be done in
+this county, Bob and I will volunteer to do it. We can catch more
+criminals by sitting still and writing letters, than the officers can by
+bringing all their skill into play.”</p>
+
+<p>The sheriff laughed, and said that was the way the thing looked from
+where he sat.</p>
+
+<p>“The fun is all over now,” continued Tom, “and to-morrow we will go
+to work in earnest. You will be on hand, of course?”</p>
+
+<p>Joe replied that he would.</p>
+
+<p>“By-the-way,” chimed in Bob, “did this robber of yours have a gun of
+any description in his hands when he was captured?”</p>
+
+<p>“No.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then, Joe, you and I are just that much out of pocket. The guns are
+gone&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<p>“What has become of them?”</p>
+
+<p>“They are out in the hills somewhere,” answered Bob. “When the
+robbers made up their minds that they had better let me go, one of them
+had my gun and the other had yours; but the robber Brierly captured says
+that the weapon impeded his flight, and so he threw it away. Whereabouts
+he was in the hills when he got rid of it, he can’t tell. No doubt your
+gun was thrown away also, and the chances are not one in a thousand that
+we shall ever find them again.”</p>
+
+<p>While this conversation was going on, Silas Morgan, who stood at the
+foot of the steps that led to the porch, kept pulling Joe by the
+coat-sleeve, and whispering to him:</p>
+
+<p>“Never mind the guns. Tell the sheriff that I’m powerful anxious to
+see the color of them twenty-five hundred.”</p>
+
+<p>Joe paid no sort of attention to him, and finally Silas became so
+very much in earnest in his endeavors to attract the boy’s notice, that
+the officer saw it; and when there was a little pause in the
+conversation, he said, carelessly:</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, about the reward, Silas&mdash;”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s the idee,” replied the ferry-man, who thought sure that he
+was going to get it now. “That’s what I’m here for. You have got the
+<ins class = "correction" title = "spelling unchanged">bugglars</ins> in
+your own hands now, and I don’t reckon you would mind passing it over,
+would you?”</p>
+
+<p>“I?” exclaimed the sheriff. “I haven’t got it. I&nbsp;have never had
+a cent of it in my possession.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then who’s going to give it to me?” demanded Silas, who wondered if
+the officer was going to cheat him out of his money.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, you see, Silas,” said the sheriff, “the reward is conditioned
+upon the arrest and conviction of the burglars. They have been arrested,
+and their conviction is only a matter of time; but you can’t get your
+money until they are sentenced.”</p>
+
+<p>“And how long will that be?”</p>
+
+<p>“The court will sit again in about six weeks. As some of the money
+was offered by the county, and the rest by the men who lost the jewelry
+and things that were found in that valise, you will get your reward from
+different parties, unless they hand it over to me to be paid to you in a
+lump.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s the way I want it,” said Silas, who was very much
+disappointed. “I’m going into business.”</p>
+
+<p>“What sort of business?” inquired Mr. Warren.</p>
+
+<p>“I am going to keep a boat-house down to the Beach.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well now, Silas, that’s the most sensible thing I have heard from
+you in a long time,” said Mr. Warren. “I’ll rent you a piece of ground
+big enough for a garden, and you can set yourself up in business in good
+shape, build a nice house, and have money left in the bank. If you
+manage the thing rightly, you and Dan ought to make a good living
+of&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Who said anything about Dan?” exclaimed Silas.</p>
+
+<p>“I did. Of course you can’t ignore
+<!-- png 54 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">399d</span>
+him because you are wealthy. He wants a chance to earn an honest living,
+and he needs it, too. He’s a strong boy, a&nbsp;first-rate hand with a
+boat, knows all the best fishing-grounds on the lake, and would be just
+the fellow to send out with a party who wanted a guide and boatman. You
+can easily afford to pay him a dollar a day for such work as that.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I won’t do it,” said Silas, promptly. “He’s a lazy,
+good-for-nothing scamp, Dan is, and I won’t take him into business along
+of&nbsp;me.”</p>
+
+<p>“But you will hire him, and give him a chance to quit breaking the
+game law and make an honest living,” said the sheriff. “By-the-way,
+Silas, I&nbsp;guess you had better bring up those setters, and save me
+the trouble of going after them.”</p>
+
+<p>“What setters?” exclaimed Silas, who acted as if he were on the point
+of taking to his heels. “I&nbsp;ain’t got none. I&nbsp;took ’em down to
+the hotel and give ’em&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<p>“I am glad to hear it, because it will save me some trouble,” replied
+the officer. “I&nbsp;have had my eyes on those dogs ever since you got
+hold of them, and I should have been after them long ago if I had known
+where to find the owner. Don’t do that again, Silas. Honesty is the best
+policy, every day in the week.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you will leave your business in my hands, I&nbsp;will attend to
+it for you, and you will not have to go to Hammondsport at all,”
+continued Mr. Warren.</p>
+
+<p>And Joe was glad to hear him say it, because it showed him that the
+gentleman did not intend that his father should squander all his money,
+if he could help&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p>“It is too late in the season for you to do anything with your boats
+this year, but I will give you and Dan a steady job at chopping wood,
+and if you take care of the money you earn, instead of spending it at
+Hobson’s bar, you can live well during the winter. If the reward is not
+paid over to you by the time spring opens, I&nbsp;will advance you
+enough to start you in business and build your house. Then I think you
+had better give Dan a chance.”</p>
+
+<p>“So do I,” whispered Tom, to his friend Bob. “Dan has lived by his
+wits long enough, and if Silas doesn’t begin to take some interest in
+him, the sheriff will have a word or two to say about those setters.
+I&nbsp;can see plainly enough that he intends to hold that affair over
+Silas as a whip to make him behave himself.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you think Silas will ever have the reward paid him in a lump?”
+asked Bob.</p>
+
+<p>“No, I don’t, because he doesn’t know enough to take care of so much
+money. Joe can get his any time he wants it, for Mr. Warren knows that
+he will make every cent of it count.”</p>
+
+<p>Then, aloud, Tom said:</p>
+
+<p>“Well, Bob, seeing that we’ve got to get up in the morning, we had
+better be going home. Come over bright and early, Joe, and we will take
+your things back to your cabin.”</p>
+
+<p>“And I will send up another supply of provisions,” said Mr.
+Warren.</p>
+
+<p>Joe thanked his employer, bade him good-night, and led the way out of
+the yard.</p>
+
+<p>For a time he and his party walked along in silence, and then Silas,
+who began to have a vague idea that he had been imposed upon in some
+way, broke out, fiercely:</p>
+
+<p>“What did old man Warren mean by saying that if I didn’t get all my
+money by the time spring comes, he would advance enough to set me up in
+business?” Silas almost shouted. “Looks to me like he’d ’p’inted himself
+my guardeen, and that he means to keep a tight grip on them twenty-five
+hundred, so’t I can’t spend it to suit myself. That’s what I think he
+means to do, dog-gone the luck!”</p>
+
+<p>Joe thought so, too, and he was glad of it. If that was Mr. Warren’s
+intention, Joe’s mother would be likely to reap some benefit from the
+reward; otherwise, she would not.</p>
+
+<p class = "center smaller">[TO BE CONTINUED.]</p>
+
+<p class = "fancyline"><a name = "riddles" id = "riddles">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<h3>EIGHT GOOD RIDDLES.</h3>
+
+<p>Feet have they, but they walk not&mdash;stoves.</p>
+
+<p>Eyes have they, but they see not&mdash;potatoes.</p>
+
+<p>Teeth have they, but they chew not&mdash;saws.</p>
+
+<p>Noses have they, but they smell not&mdash;teapots.</p>
+
+<p>Mouths have they, but they taste not&mdash;rivers.</p>
+
+<p>Hands have they, but they handle not&mdash;Clocks.</p>
+
+<p>Ears have they, but they hear not&mdash;cornstalks.</p>
+
+<p>Tongues have they, but they talk not&mdash;wagons.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<!-- png 55 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">400a</span>
+
+<p class = "lines"><a name = "comics" id = "comics">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<div style = "margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 325px;">
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic18a.png" width = "323" height = "367"
+alt = "teacher talking to student"></p>
+
+<p><i>Teacher</i>&mdash;“I am sorry, William, to have to whip a big boy
+like you. It grieves me terribly.”</p>
+
+<p><i>William</i>&mdash;“It don’t grieve you half as much as it
+does&nbsp;me.”</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "fancyline">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class = "wrinkles">
+
+<h2>CREAM OF THE COMICS.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p class = "center">“Brisk as a bee.”</p>
+<p class = "right">&mdash;<i>Boswell’s Life of Johnson</i>.</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;In the drama of life the clerk plays a counter-part.</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Why is a whisper forbidden in polite society? Because it isn’t
+aloud.</p>
+
+<p class = "floatright">
+<img src = "images/pic18b.png" width = "204" height = "195"
+alt = "monkey at easel, painting his tail"></p>
+
+<p class = "caption float" style = "width: 204px;">
+AN ILLUSTRATED TALE.</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;A tinsmith in the country has a sign which reads:</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Quart measures of all shapes and sizes sold here.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Customer: “Is your bread nice and light?”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Baker’s boy: “Yessum; it only weighs nine ounces to the pound!”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;“Home, Sweet Home”&mdash;a bee-hive.</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;The egotist lives on an I-land.</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;The Bank of England&mdash;a fog-bank.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">400b</span>
+<p>&mdash;“April showers bring forth May flowers.”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Said Flora to her brother Bob: “Robert, dear, what do April showers
+bring forth?”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Said Bob: “Umbrellas, of course!”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;“Don’t you find the people around here very sociable?” asked
+Cobwigger of a new neighbor.</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Yes, indeed, I do,” was the hearty response. “Only a moment ago I met a
+beggar, and he held out his hand to&nbsp;me.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;“Pa,” said little Jimmie, “I was very near going to the head
+of my class to-day.”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“How is that, my son?”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Why, a big word came all the way down to me, and if I could only have
+spelled it, I&nbsp;should have gone clear&nbsp;up.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Mamma (coaxingly): “Come, Bobby, take your medicine now, and
+then jump into bed!”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Bobby: “I do not want to take my medicine, mamma.”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Father (who knows how to govern children) “Robert, if you don’t take
+your medicine at once, you will be put to bed without taking it at
+all.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;A little girl in Charles Street, Boston, has an old-fashioned
+doll which has the following words worked in red silk letters on its
+sawdust-stuffed body:</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Steal not this doll for fear of shame,<br>
+For here you see the owner’s name.</p>
+
+<p class = "center smallcaps">
+“Priscilla Alden.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;A little grammar found in an old garret in Portsmouth, N.H.,
+has an illustration representing the difference between the active,
+passive and neuter verbs. It is a picture of a father whipping his boy.
+The father is active, the boy is passive, and the mother, sitting by
+herself on a stool, looking on, but doing nothing, is neuter.</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;“Here, Johnnie, what do you mean by taking Willie’s cake away
+from him? Didn’t you have a piece for yourself?”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Yes; but you told me I always ought to take my little brother’s
+part.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Young physician (who has just lost a patient, to old
+physician): “Would you advise an autopsy, doctor?”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Old physician: “No; I would advise an inquest.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;“Pause!” cries the sire unto the lad,<br>
+“Let judgment teach you sense.”</p>
+<p class = "nospace">
+“I will,” he answers, “when I’ve had<br>
+Enough experience.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Doctor: “Now, my little man, you take this medicine and I will
+give you five cents.”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+Young America: “You take it yourself, and I will go you five cents
+better.”</p>
+
+<p>&mdash;Mistaking the door, young Mr. Cipher walked into the dentist’s
+office instead of the doctor’s.</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Doctor,” he groaned, “I’m in bad shape. My head aches all the time, and
+I can’t do anything with&nbsp;it.”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+“Yes, yes,” said Doctor Toothaker, cheerfully. “I&nbsp;see; big cavity
+in it; must be hollow; you’ll need to have it filled.”</p>
+
+<p class = "nospace">
+And, seeing his mistake, young Mr. Cipher apologized and went out, and
+told it all around as a capital joke on the dentist.</p>
+
+<table summary = "cartoon with two captions">
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+<p class = "illustration">
+<img src = "images/pic18c.png" width = "427" height = "230"
+alt = "see captions"></p>
+
+<p class = "caption">
+JOHNNIE’S FIRST FISHING EXCURSION OF THE SEASON.</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td width = "60%" class = "center">
+What he caught at the pond.</td>
+<td class = "center">
+What he caught when he got home!</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+</div> <!-- end div wrinkles -->
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "lines"><a name = "letters" id = "letters">
+&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">400c</span>
+
+<div class = "letters">
+
+<h2>OUR LETTER BOX.</h2>
+
+<hr class = "small">
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Declined.</span>&mdash;A Sad
+Catastrophe&mdash;A Stage-Driver’s Story&mdash;My Dog Carlo&mdash;The
+Children’s Celebration&mdash;Flossie’s Letter&mdash;The Scotch Yacht
+Thistle&mdash;Brave Dog Nero and his Friends&mdash;Our First Boat
+Ride&mdash;Little Sam, a&nbsp;Tale of Long Ago&mdash;Penny.</p>
+
+<p>Q. K.&mdash;The first fire insurance office in the United States was
+established at Boston in 1724; the first life insurance at Philadelphia
+in 1812.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">J. E. M. and R. B. G.</span>&mdash;Every
+requisite for admission to the West Point Military Academy was fully
+detailed in No. 12 of the last volume, which will be mailed to any
+address upon the receipt of 6 cents.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Old Reader.</span>&mdash;1. The oldest
+daily newspaper in this country is the North American and United States
+Gazette, founded in 1771, and still published in Philadelphia.
+2.&nbsp;There may be some curiosity dealer in your city who would be
+willing to purchase the ancient paper in your possession.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Yum Yum.</span>&mdash;Boulak is the port of
+Cairo, Egypt, being situated on the right bank of the Nile, one mile
+northwest of that city, of which it forms a suburb. A&nbsp;noble museum
+of antiquities is situated at Boulak, and the latest additions to its
+treasures are the mummies described in No.&nbsp;22.</p>
+
+<p>F. E. N.&mdash;Level is a term applied to surfaces that are parallel
+to that of still water, or perpendicular to the direction of the
+plumb-line; and when it is desired to ascertain the altitude of any
+specified locality, the level of the ocean’s surface is always taken as
+the standard from which such reckoning is made.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Alex.</span>&mdash;The easiest and most
+skillful methods of killing setting and preserving insects were set
+forth in Nos. 18, 27, 47, 48, 49 and 50 of Vol. III. The process of
+making the “killing bottle” is too lengthy to be reproduced here, but is
+given in full in the first-mentioned issue, under the heading “Herme’s
+Museum.”</p>
+
+<p>W. B. W.&mdash;By closely studying the construction and solution of
+the puzzles printed from week to week in this paper, any boy of average
+intelligence will have no difficulty in mastering them in a
+comparatively short time. A&nbsp;very interesting article on this
+subject was presented under the title of “An Instructive Pastime,” in
+No. 22 of Vol. VII.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Clarence B.</span>&mdash;There is only one
+source of alcohol&mdash;the fermentation of sugar or other saccharine
+matter. Sugar is the produce of the vegetable world. Some plants contain
+free sugar, and still more contain starch, which can be converted into
+sugar. The best vegetable substances, therefore, for yielding alcohol
+are those that contain the greatest abundance of sugar or of starch.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">A Subscriber, H. C. J. and S. O.
+K.</span>&mdash;Boys aged from fourteen to eighteen years are eligible
+to appointment to the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis, Md. The
+limit of age for those enlisting on the government training ships is
+from fifteen to eighteen years. Both of these branches of the service
+are open to any American youths capable of passing the physical and
+mental examinations required of all applicants.</p>
+
+<p>H. S. W.&mdash;The Bible informs us that Tubal-Cain, the son of
+Lamech and Zillah, was the “instructor of every artificer in brass and
+iron,” and on that account he is considered the first blacksmith of
+which there is any record. Respecting the tools used by him there is no
+mention made by historians. Jabal, another son of Lamech, “was the
+father of such as dwell in tents and of such as have cattle,” and his
+brother Jubal “of all such as handle the harp and organ.”</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Franklin School.</span>&mdash;We prefer to
+refrain from publishing medical recipes, such as pimple removers and the
+like, always advising a consultation with a first-class physician, who
+will prescribe some blood-purifying compound for the relief or cure of
+the trouble. In our younger days, a&nbsp;mixture of molasses, cream
+tartar and sulphur was considered a sovereign remedy for skin eruptions,
+and a weak solution of alcohol or ammonia a most excellent annihilator
+of “blackheads.”</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Harkingopitcher.</span>&mdash;1. The
+originator of puzzles is not known, nor is it at all probable that the
+mystery surrounding their inception will ever be cleared away. The
+fabled founder is the Sphinx of Egypt, who, the mythologists inform us,
+propounded the first enigma. 2.&nbsp;It is an invariable custom to
+notify our readers of the appearance of new serial stories, and
+therefore you will receive due notice of those written by your
+favorites, when we conclude to publish them.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Theo. H.</span>&mdash;The action of
+machines used for making ice consists in evaporating ether, or any
+similar volatile liquid, in a vacuum, and again condensing the vapor to
+liquid, so as to be used afresh. Fifty-two degrees of cold is thus
+easily obtained, and the machines used for the purpose can produce
+several tons of ice each day in the hottest countries. Much artificial
+ice is now made by compressing atmospheric air, and by this method a
+freezing temperature is obtained on vessels employed in carrying fresh
+meats from distant countries.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Ink Bottle.</span>&mdash;1. Mineralogists
+apply the term “pyrites” to a large group or family of minerals,
+compounds of metals with sulphur, or with arsenic, or with both. The
+name was originally given to the sulphuret of iron, known as iron
+pyrites, in consequence of its striking fire with steel (from the Greek
+<i>pyr</i>, fire), and it was used for kindling powder in the pans of
+muskets before gun-flints were introduced. Iron pyrites is commonly of a
+bright brass-yellow color, and is found crystallized in cubes,
+dodecahedrons and many other forms. It is a very widely diffused and
+plentiful mineral, and seems to belong almost equally to all geological
+formations. 2.&nbsp;Eagle cents issued in 1858 are of no value to
+collectors, because they lack rarity. 3.&nbsp;Your exchange is too
+trivial.</p>
+
+<p>J. B. D., of Chicago, kindly informs us that he has been able to get
+a slight shock from a telegraph battery in the following manner: “On
+every learner’s instrument there are two binding-posts, and to one of
+them is joined a wire from the battery; a&nbsp;small file is fastened to
+the other; the key is closed,
+<!-- png 56 -->
+<span class = "pagenum">400d</span>
+and then the other wire of the battery is taken in your wet fingers,
+and, with the other hand, also wet, upon the file, the wire is run along
+the surface of the file, and a shock results.”</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Walter R.</span>&mdash;What is known as the
+registry system is intended to secure to valuable mail-matter in its
+transition through the mails the utmost security within the province of
+the Post Office Department. The fee on any registered matter, domestic
+or foreign, is fixed at ten cents on each parcel or letter, to be
+affixed in stamps, in addition to the postage. The money-order system is
+intended to promote public convenience, and to secure safety in the
+transfer through the mails of small sums of money. The rates may be
+ascertained by inquiring at a local office.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">An Admirer of G. D.</span>&mdash;1. Two
+French scientists, Captain Renard and M.&nbsp;Tissaudier, have invented
+a balloon whose motive power is electricity. The dynamo machine used by
+them is an intensely concentrated bichromate battery of one and a half
+horse-power. It is very light, weighing but 121¼ pounds. Several
+successful experimental trips have been made in this machine, and the
+inventors claim that by using all the battery power, they were enabled
+to navigate against the wind. They may be over-sanguine, but expect,
+after making some improvements in the balloon, to attain a speed of from
+fifteen to twenty miles an hour. 2.&nbsp;Constant base-ball practice
+will harden the hands. No artificial preparation is used by
+professionals.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Parxie</span>.&mdash;John Howard, an
+Englishman, made on May 8, 1854, the greatest running long-jump, with
+weights, 29 feet 7 inches; without weights, the highest record is 23
+feet 3 inches, made by M.&nbsp;W. Ford, August 14, 1886. Standing
+long-jump with weights, 14 feet 5½ inches, G. W. Hamilton, October 3,
+1879; without weights, 10 feet 10½ inches, M.&nbsp;H. Johnson,
+September&nbsp;4, 1884. Running hop-step-and-jump. 48 feet 8 inches,
+T.&nbsp;Burrows, October 18, 1884; standing hop-step-and-jump, with
+weights, 40 feet 2 inches, D.&nbsp;Anderson, July 24, 1865; without
+weights, 31 feet 10 inches, Gavin Tait, 1862. These are world’s records.
+The best one-mile amateur bicycle record&mdash;2.35 2-5&mdash;was made
+by W. A. Rowe, October 23, 1885. He has beaten this record&mdash;2.29
+4-5&mdash;since he became a professional.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">H. C. H.</span>&mdash;In early days the
+coining of copper money for New Jersey was given by law to Walker Mould,
+Thomas Goodsby and Albion Cox. There were two mints, one at
+Elizabethtown and the other at Morristown. These coins display on their
+obverse a horse’s head, usually facing right, with a plow below it, and
+the legend is “Nova Cæsarea.” The date is placed in several positions.
+On the reverse is a shield, with the motto “E&nbsp;Pluribus Unum” around
+the border. In ordinary condition, these coppers are worth from ten to
+fifty cents. The rarest varieties are those having the date under the
+beam, which are worth $100 each: with the General Washington bust, $150
+each; and with “Immunis Columbia, 1786” for obverse, $50. Doubtless the
+one in your possession is a common variety.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Grape City.</span>&mdash;1. The modern
+express traffic was originated by William F. Harnden, on March&nbsp;4,
+1839. At first he carried the packages himself from place to place in a
+satchel; but his patrons grew in number until he had to establish an
+office in each city, with a daily messenger each day. Previous to this,
+all such packages had been sent by friends, or by special messengers.
+2.&nbsp;The precise time of the invention of the telescope, as well as
+the name of its inventor, is unknown. Prior to the end of the thirteenth
+century, glass lenses were in use for the purpose of assisting the eye
+in obtaining distinctness of vision. Galileo is generally credited with
+being the first who constructed a telescope by which he was enabled to
+make many of the great discoveries upon which the science of astronomy
+stands for its foundation. 3.&nbsp;By good business methods you can
+doubtless build up a trade such as that stated. 4.&nbsp;Inquire at a
+book store.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Kickapoo.</span>&mdash;1. At the beginning
+of the eleventh century it is said that the Northmen attempted to plant
+a settlement in the locality known as Rhode Island. In 1614, Block, the
+Dutch navigator, explored it, and the Dutch traders afterward, seeing
+the marshy estuaries red with cranberries, called it Roode Eylandt, “red
+island,” afterward corrupted into the name it now bears. Roger Williams,
+a&nbsp;Welsh-Puritan minister, pastor of a church at Salem, was banished
+from the colony of Massachusetts, fled to the head of Narraganset Bay,
+and there, with a few followers, planted the seed of the commonwealth of
+Rhode Island in 1636. The place selected by him for settlement he called
+Providence. 2.&nbsp;The first wife of Julius Cæsar was named Cornelia;
+the second was Pompeia, a&nbsp;relative of the noted Pompey; and the
+third was Calpurnia. 3.&nbsp;Napoleon Bonaparte was born at Ajaccio,
+Corsica, August 15, 1769, and died May&nbsp;5, 1821, at St. Helena, to
+which island he had been exiled after the battle of Waterloo.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">Nemo.</span>&mdash;The recipe for making a
+copying-pad and the ink used thereon was given in No.&nbsp;2,
+vol.&nbsp;V. &mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">E.&nbsp;D. and
+Author</span>. We are fully supplied with literary material by
+experienced writers. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">Solomon&nbsp;C.</span> Acrobats do not use any artificial
+preparation to increase their suppleness. Constant practice is the
+secret of the agility displayed by them. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">W.&nbsp;B.</span> The construction of a photographic camera
+was detailed in No. 13, Vol. IV; while the making of blue prints formed
+the subject of an article in No. 51, Vol. II. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">Ninth Avenue.</span> Interesting articles on the subject of
+electricity have been presented in Nos. 3 and 4, Vol. VI, and 16, Vol.
+VII. &mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">Subscriber.</span> An ingenious,
+painstaking boy can construct a very neat æolian harp by following out
+the directions given in No. 16 of the fifth volume. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">Copperhead.</span> 1.&nbsp;The drawing of the binder shows
+considerable ingenuity, and is doubtless novel and useful enough to
+warrant patenting. 2.&nbsp;One of the simplest and best forms of the
+canvas canoe was illustrated and described in No. 37, Vol. VI. In this
+and the previous number another kind is represented. &mdash;<span class
+= "smallcaps">W.&nbsp;C.&nbsp;H.</span> Any study can be mastered if the
+student is persevering and ordinarily intelligent. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">D.&nbsp;P.&nbsp;H.</span> 1.&nbsp;None of the curiosities in
+your possession are of any special value. 2.&nbsp;The gold coin will
+pass at its face value. 3.&nbsp;Nos. 2 and 18, Vol. II, are out of
+print. Three dollars per year is the regular subscription price of <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>. 4.&nbsp;The magazine is out of
+print. &mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">Buckskin Bob.</span> This paper
+has always been sold by us at a uniform rate of six cents per copy.
+&mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">W. M. K.</span> Tan the small skins
+according to the directions published in No.&nbsp;7, Vol. IV.
+&mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">S.&nbsp;C.</span> Yes. &mdash;<span
+class = "smallcaps">J.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;W.</span> Place the matter in the
+hands of a lawyer. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">W.&nbsp;G.&nbsp;W.</span> The addition of a small quantity
+of japan dryer to printing ink will make it dry quickly. &mdash;<span
+class = "smallcaps">Chestnuts.</span> A boy of eleven should confine his
+reading to more useful literature than novels, leaving those to be
+perused at a maturer age. &mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">Cow
+Boy.</span> There is such a series of juvenile books. Make inquiry at a
+book store. &mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Cross.</span> A
+first class bookseller can obtain for you the books of travels written
+by Stanley and Livingstone. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">Middy</span> (Washington). The length of a ship’s cable is
+about 720 feet. &mdash;<span class =
+"smallcaps">B.&nbsp;O.&nbsp;S.</span> No premium is offered for 1819
+quarter-dollars, Hong-Kong coins or French centimes.</p>
+
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> Several communications have been received which will be
+answered next week.</p>
+
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+
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+<span class = "size_1">&mdash;BY&mdash;</span></p>
+
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+<span class = "size1">THOMAS WILHELM,</span><br>
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+
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+book, and will send</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size1 boldf sans">It and “Golden Days” one year on
+receipt of $3.25.</span></p>
+
+<p>Money must be sent by the subscriber direct to this office&mdash;not
+through any agent. Address</p>
+
+<p class = "right">JAMES ELVERSON,<br>
+Publisher “Golden Days,”<br>
+<span class = "smallcaps">Philadelphia, Pa.</span></p>
+</td>
+
+<td class = "plaintop plainbottom" colspan = "2">
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size3">WOOD’S PENOGRAPH!</span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<!-- <td></td> -->
+<td class = "plaintop">
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> <b>WOOD’S PENOGRAPH</b> consists of a first-class <span class =
+"smallcaps">Diamond-Pointed Fourteen-Carat</span> gold pen, and the only
+fountain holder ever constructed which is <i>unconditionally warranted
+to give satisfaction</i>. It needs no wiping and no dipping for ink, and
+it is carried in the pocket always ready for use on any kind of paper.
+The Penograph is totally unlike the McKennon, Livermore, T.&nbsp;Cross,
+and other Stylographic so-called pens, which have a rigid point
+incapable of making shaded lines. Hitherto a really desirable two-nibbed
+gold pen and fountain holder has been an expensive luxury in which
+comparatively few could indulge. The retail price of this Penograph is
+$3. It is warranted to be the <i>par excellence</i> of all fountain
+pens, and we place it within easy reach of every one by the following
+liberal offer:</p>
+</td>
+
+<td class = "plaintop">
+<p>Every Subscriber to <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> for
+One Year can have this valuable Fountain Pen sent to them postpaid by
+adding to the subscription price one dollar&mdash;in other words, send
+us $4.00, and we will send postpaid <b>Wood’s Penograph</b> and <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> for one year. In this way you
+will be getting the <b>Penograph</b> for one dollar, or one year’s
+subscription to <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> for one
+dollar, just as you please to look at it. Either way you get a bargain.
+<img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt = "-&gt;">
+The money must be sent direct to this office.</p>
+
+<p class = "right">Address<br>
+<b>JAMES ELVERSON,</b><br>
+Publisher <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, Phila., Pa.
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "3">
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size3 boldf sans">OUR PREMIUM KNIFE!</span></p>
+
+  <table class = "background" style = "background-position: top center;
+  background-image: url(images/ad19b.png);">
+  <tr>
+  <td style = "height: 162px;" colspan = "2">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td width = "48%">&nbsp;</td>
+  <td>
+  <p>Ivory handle, beautifully finished, <span class =
+"smallcaps">Exactly as Illustrated</span>. Made to our own order, and
+can <b>ONLY</b> be had by subscribing to “<span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.”</p>
+  </td>
+  </tr>
+  </table>
+
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> We will make this Knife <span class = "sans">a Present</span>
+to any one who sends us THREE DOLLARS</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size2 sans">For One Year’s Subscription to “Golden
+Days.”</span></p>
+
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> The money must be sent <span class = "size1 sans">direct</span>
+to this office. Address</p>
+
+<p class = "right">
+<b>JAMES ELVERSON</b>, Publisher “<span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>,” Phila.,&nbsp;Pa.
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "3">
+<p class = "center">
+<b>Special Notice.&mdash;WHEN TEN CENTS FOR REGISTERING IS SENT, we
+consider ourselves responsible for the safe delivery, though we have
+sent several thousand Knives and Penographs without one in a thousand
+being lost.</b></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<!-- png 58 -->
+
+<table class = "editorial" summary = "text in columns">
+<tr>
+<td width = "50%">
+
+<h4><a name = "exchange" id = "exchange">Notices of Exchange.</a></h4>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<p><img src = "images/finger.gif" width = "30" height = "13" alt =
+"-&gt;"> The publisher will positively take no responsibility concerning
+exchanges effected by means of this department, neither will the
+reliability of exchangers be guaranteed. 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 =
+"-&gt;"> Exchange notices containing offers of or for <i>shot-guns</i>,
+<i>air-guns</i>, <i>pistols</i>, <i>rifles</i>, <i>poisons</i>,
+<i>dangerous chemicals</i>, <i>animals</i>, <i>odd numbers of
+papers</i>, <i>valueless coins and curiosities</i>, <i>birds’ eggs</i>,
+or “offers”, will <i>not</i> be inserted.</p>
+
+<p><b>Exchange Notices conforming with the above rates are inserted free
+of charge.</b></p>
+
+<p>L. Boyd, N.E. cor. 18th and Hamilton Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.,
+a&nbsp;set of boxing gloves and a book by Verne, for a miniature
+sailboat, 2&nbsp;feet long.</p>
+
+<p>S. A. Chevalier, No. 366 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., 49 photo
+negatives of notable yachts, buildings, etc., for an electrical outfit,
+a&nbsp;cornet, or a banjo.</p>
+
+<p>J. Hirsch, Box 212, Corpus Christi, Texas, a&nbsp;collection of sea
+curiosities for stamps.</p>
+
+<p>E. T. Warner, 155 S. 5th St., Brooklyn, N.Y., Vols. VI, VII
+(complete) and VIII (to date) <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, and 20 books by Castlemon and Alger, for other books by
+Castlemon, Alger, Otis or Ellis.</p>
+
+<p>L. G. Banks, 92 Maple Ave., 31st Ward, Pittsburg, Pa., a&nbsp;magic
+lantern with lens, lamp and 12 views, and “Robinson Crusoe,” for a Model
+printing press.</p>
+
+<p>H. J. West, 1610 Hollins St., Baltimore, Md., a&nbsp;magic lantern
+with 13 slides, in a leatherette box, for a pair of 3-pound Indian clubs
+and a pair of 3-pound dumb-bells.</p>
+
+<p>R. F. Baird, 205 Wylie Ave., Pittsburg, Pa., Vol. VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for a Waterbury watch.</p>
+
+<p>E. D. Flugel, 134 E. 109th St., N.Y. city, a&nbsp;large bagatelle
+board with marbles, for a collection of not less than 300 foreign stamps
+only. (City offers only.)</p>
+
+<p>F. L. Shipley, Box 275, Creston, Ia., Vols. LVII and LVIII “Youth’s
+Companion” and Vol. VIII (up to date) <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, for a printing press and outfit.</p>
+
+<p>H. B. Cochran, 345 N. 12th St., Phila., Pa., a&nbsp;Waterbury watch,
+a&nbsp;font of newspaper type, and 2 books, for a book on mineralogy and
+natural history or specimens of minerals.</p>
+
+<p>E. Rudolphy, 389 S. Halsted St., Chicago, Ill. Vol. VII “Harper’s
+Young People,” for a photo tripod.</p>
+
+<p>H. A. Eastman, Box 1080, Keene, N.H., a printing press and 5 fonts of
+type, for a telegraph key and sounder.</p>
+
+<p>J. Tracy, Conneaut, Ohio, a maple-shell snare-drum with ebony sticks,
+for any vol. of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> prior to
+the fifth.</p>
+
+<p>M. Graham, Grove City, Pa., a magic lantern with 35 slides,
+a&nbsp;panorama, a&nbsp;3x4 printing press with type, a&nbsp;telephone
+and a cabinet of tricks, for a telegraph instrument with batteries.</p>
+
+<p>L. Randall, 1825 Garrison Ave., St. Louis, Mo., a&nbsp;collection of
+over 300 foreign and U.S. postage stamps and a collection of postmarks,
+for a Waterbury watch.</p>
+
+<p>W. P. Simpson, Box 773, Jacksonville, Fla., Vol. VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, a&nbsp;pair of roller skates and a set
+of books, for a silver watch or a press and outfit.</p>
+
+<p>C. W. Hurst, 1825 Fitzwater St., Phila., Pa., Vols. I, II and III
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, a&nbsp;xylophone,
+a&nbsp;magic lantern with 24 slides, and a stamp collection in an album,
+for the best offer of bicycle sundries.</p>
+</td>
+
+<td>
+<!-- png 59 -->
+<p>T. J. McMahon, 41 Thomas St., N.Y. city, Vols. III, IV and V <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for best offer of a musical
+instrument.</p>
+
+<p>S. M. Johnson, Lock Box 172, Round Rock, Texas, a&nbsp;$25 brass
+B-flat cornet with A and B crooks, for a 5x7 self-inking printing press
+and material.</p>
+
+<p>J. Atwell, 10 W. Jefferson St., Syracuse, N.Y., a&nbsp;pair of
+nickel-plated extension roller skates and bag, for a banjo.</p>
+
+<p>G. Frick, 2908 Fairhill St., Phila., Pa., a&nbsp;48-inch steel-spoked
+rubber-tired bicycle, a&nbsp;watch, Vol. VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, and “Tom Brown at Oxford,” for a Star
+bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>C. E. Mason, 656 Franklin St., Phila., Pa., an International album
+containing stamps and about 5,000 loose ones, a&nbsp;New Rogers scroll
+saw, and 2 pairs of nickel-plated ice and roller skates, for a
+26-bracket nickel-rimmed banjo, or a guitar, or photo materials.</p>
+
+<p>G. Barker, 504 W. 129th St., N.Y. city, 7 books by Castlemon,
+Kingston and Dickens, for a violin and instruction book. (City offers
+preferred.)</p>
+
+<p>Z. A. Stegmuller, 56 E. 25th St., N.Y. city, a&nbsp;game,
+a&nbsp;small steam engine, a&nbsp;silver watch and a gold pen-holder,
+for a self-inking printing press with type, or a rowing machine. (City
+and Brooklyn offers only.)</p>
+
+<p>J. W. Edwards, 197 Hamilton Ave., Brooklyn, N.Y., a&nbsp;16-foot
+flat-bottomed skiff with centreboard, sail, oars and oarlocks, for a 46
+or 48-inch rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>J. J. Morrow, 94 Pennsylvania Ave., Allegheny, Pa., a&nbsp;3-lens
+microscope with a few mounted specimens, for Vols. V&nbsp;and VI <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p>
+
+<p>C. H. Montayre, 145 W. 11th St., N.Y. city, a&nbsp;self-inking
+printing press and full outfit, for a 6x6 canvas tent. (City offers
+preferred.)</p>
+
+<p>F. Blake, Lock Haven, Pa., a telegraph outfit, for a $10 watch, or a
+set of boxing gloves, or a pair of 12-pound dumb-bells.</p>
+
+<p>L. H. Reamy, 113 River St., Zanesville, Ohio, a&nbsp;polyopticon, for
+the best offer of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> prior to
+Vol.&nbsp;VI.</p>
+
+<p>C. V. Gibson. Box 1026, Natick, Mass., a 2½x4 printing press with
+cards, 200 postmarks. 1400 foreign and U.S. stamps, and a pair of
+skates, for a flute, a&nbsp;banjo, a&nbsp;violin and bow, or a
+cornet.</p>
+
+<p>C. Perry, Ithaca, N.Y., a $25 upright engine, for a scroll saw with
+lathe attachment.</p>
+
+<p>L. M. Geer, Box 663, Corry, Pa., Vols. II, III and IV “Harper’s Young
+People,” Vols. XLI, XLII and XLIII “Youth’s Companion,” a&nbsp;magic
+lantern with 12 slides, 6 books and 2 pairs of skates, for a
+rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>G. V. Bacon. 52 Dudley St., Boston, Mass., a&nbsp;Ruby magic lantern,
+a&nbsp;set of carving tools, and a set of drawing instruments, for a
+pair of fencing foils.</p>
+
+<p>G. Medina, Room 360, Prod. Ex. Bldg., N.Y. city, a&nbsp;complete $40
+camping outfit, for a ½-nickeled bicycle with ball bearings.</p>
+
+<p>C. O. Henbest, Marshall, Ill., Vol. V or VI <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, or a printing press, for a collection of
+stamps.</p>
+
+<p>F. A. Magee, Maiden, Mass., Vol. IV <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, a&nbsp;canvas canoe, a&nbsp;printing press, 200 stamps, 200
+postmarks, a&nbsp;pair of opera glasses, a&nbsp;magnifying glass and 200
+good story papers, for a large press or a bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>E. C. Cary, Box 147, N.Y. city, a New Rogers scroll saw with drill,
+saws and patterns, a&nbsp;hand-inking 2¼x3¼ printing press, with type,
+ink, furniture, etc., for a violin and bow, with or without case.</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td colspan = "2">
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size1 sans boldf">
+Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria</span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td>
+<!-- png 60 -->
+<p>N. J. Waite, 401 Giddings Ave., Cleveland, Ohio, Vol. VII <span class
+= "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for any kind of electrical goods.</p>
+
+<p>J. Clay Collier, Fort Smith, Ark., Vol. V&nbsp;and part of Vol. VII
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for books by Castlemon or
+Cooke.</p>
+
+<p>F. Vansant, 770 St. Peter St., Baltimore, Md., $15 worth of books,
+for an 8x8x8 wall tent.</p>
+
+<p>J. W. Robertson, 1180 Harvard St., Chicago, Ill., a&nbsp;collection
+of stamps and 4 books, for a pair of opera glasses or a printing press
+with type.</p>
+
+<p>C. A. Lutz, Cane Spring, Ky., Vols. II (a&nbsp;few numbers missing).
+III, IV, V, VI (all bound, without covers) and VII (unbound) “Harper’s
+Young People,” for volumes of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span> or telegraphic apparatus.</p>
+
+<p>G. Moulton, Virginia, Ill., an ebony 13-keyed B-flat clarionet, for a
+watch.</p>
+
+<p>W. R. Clickner, Andover. Kans., a $25 5x8 printing press and outfit,
+for a rubber-tired bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>C. Peck, 71 35th St., Chicago, Ill., 8 books by Reid and others, and
+a pair of ice skates, for a Morse telegraph outfit.</p>
+
+<p>R. Buck, Sea Isle City, N.J., “Ragged Dick Series,” (6&nbsp;volumes),
+for a telegraph key, sounder and outfit.</p>
+
+<p>F. Schafer, 307 S. 3d St., Brooklyn, E.D., N.Y., a&nbsp;pair of opera
+glasses with case, and a fife, for a mandolin, or a banjo with 24
+brackets (N.Y. or Brooklyn offers preferred).</p>
+
+<p>F. Horton, Westfield, Pa., 2 volumes of “Youth’s Companion,” and a
+pair of roller skates, for a banjo.</p>
+
+<p>W. A. Sherwood, Lutherville, Md., a magic lantern with 12 slides and
+a font of job type, for rare foreign and U.S. stamps.</p>
+
+<p>W. A. Pickering, Box 797, Eureka Springs, Ark., a&nbsp;¼-horse-power
+steam engine, for a nickel-plated B-flat cornet.</p>
+
+<p>E. H. Gilbert, Lock Box 21, Glens Falls, N.Y., 2 pairs of skates and
+“Don Quixote,” for a pair of opera glasses with case.</p>
+
+<p>L. A. Cox, Verden, Ill., Vols. V, VI and VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for a banjo.</p>
+
+<p>R. F. Greene, Box 232, Arkansas City, Kans., Vol. LVIII “Youth’s
+Companion” and 2 books, for any bound volume of <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> except the sixth.</p>
+
+<p>H. J. Hendrickson, 214 W. Market St., York, Pa., 950 foreign stamps
+and 700 foreign and domestic postmarks, for a collection of
+minerals.</p>
+
+<p>C. V. B. Gettz, Moore’s, Pa., a $35 gas engine (⅓-horse-power), for a
+bicycle (American Challenge preferred).</p>
+
+<p>H. H. Sellers, 73 Exchange St., Bangor, Me., a&nbsp;10-keyed ocarina,
+a&nbsp;6-keyed clarionet, 6 books and a stylographic pen, for a
+cornet.</p>
+
+<p>C. W. Valentine, Millville, N.J., a volume of “Youth’s Companion,”
+“Tom Brown’s School-days” and a bagatelle board, for carpenters’
+tools.</p>
+
+<p>A. Spring, Jr., White Plains, N.Y., a magic lantern with 23 slides,
+for Vol. I&nbsp;or II <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>
+(bound).</p>
+
+<p>J. G. Ross, Mariner’s Harbor, Staten Island, N.Y., a&nbsp;12-foot
+round-bottomed row-boat with centreboard and oars, for a photographic
+outfit, a&nbsp;bicycle or a press.</p>
+
+<p>J. C. Hubbard, 22 E. Main St., Battle Creek, Mich.,
+a&nbsp;hand-inking press and a collection of curiosities, for type and
+material, or volumes of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>
+prior to the fourth.</p>
+
+<!-- png 61 -->
+<p>C. A. Wise, Gobleville, Mich., a pair of nickel-plated roller skates
+and a guitar, for the best offer of foreign and U.S. stamps.</p>
+
+<p>H. A. Hammond. Box 276, Peabody, Mass., Vols. V&nbsp;and VI, or VI
+and VII <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for a fountain or
+stylographic pen.</p>
+
+<p>R. A. Weston, W. Mt. Vernon, Me., 300 numbers of “Youth’s Companion,”
+Vols. II, III and IV “Harper’s Young People,” Vol. VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, 3 books, 100 varieties of stamps,
+a&nbsp;pair of ice skates and a game, for a rubber-tired steel-spoked
+bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>C. H. Dunham, 1098 Washington St. (Suite 12), Boston, Mass.,
+a&nbsp;pair of roller skates, a&nbsp;Holly scroll saw with saws and
+patterns, and Vol. VII <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for
+a bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).</p>
+
+<p>R. H. Stickney, Valparaiso, Ind., a stereoscope with 16 views,
+a&nbsp;magic lantern with views and photographic attachment, a&nbsp;dark
+lantern and a book by Kingston, for a 7x9 wall tent.</p>
+
+<p>B. M. Wilson, 1824 Ridge Ave., Phila., Pa., an International album
+with 100 stamps, and Vol. V&nbsp;<span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, for a banjo.</p>
+
+<p>E. S. Harvey, Ridge, Ohio, a hand-inking press with roller, furniture
+and a font of type, and a book, for an International stamp album or
+stamps.</p>
+
+<p>J. Meighan, Jr., 386 Garden St., Hoboken, N.J., a&nbsp;pair of
+skates, for a catcher’s mask.</p>
+
+<p>C. Bagley, 10 Olive St., Lynn, Mass., a pair of skates, Vols. IV, VI
+and VII <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> and a lot of
+musical instruments, for a rubber-tired bicycle (Mass. offers
+preferred).</p>
+
+</td>
+
+<td>
+<p>E. F. Balinger, Mt. Union, Ohio, 2 vols. of <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, a&nbsp;pair of roller skates,
+a&nbsp;telegraph key and sounder, an Indian bow and arrows, and some
+books and magazines, for a cornet with crooks.</p>
+
+<p>S. L. Taylor, 333 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., a&nbsp;collection of
+350 foreign stamps in an album, 900 traders, a&nbsp;magic lantern with
+20 or 30 slides, and 5 books, for a B-flat cornet, a&nbsp;banjo, or a
+cork-handled tennis racquet.</p>
+
+<p>J. E. Ackerman, Jr., 7 Nassau St., N.Y. city, a&nbsp;nickel-plated
+bicycle saddle and bell, for a Duryea saddle (style,
+A&nbsp;or&nbsp;C).</p>
+
+<p>F. H. Meyers. 38 Bleecker St., N.Y. city, Vols. IV, V, VI and VII
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, Vol. LIV “Youth’s
+Companion,” a&nbsp;vol. of “St. Nicholas,” 5 books; a&nbsp;magic lantern
+with slides, and 2 games, for a rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>C. F. Souder. Box 199, Toledo, Ohio, a violin and bow, and Vol. VII
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for a banjo.</p>
+
+<p>C. W. Howell, 646 Kentucky St., Lawrence, Kans., an accordion,
+a&nbsp;Waterbury watch, and a puzzle, for a complete telegraph
+outfit.</p>
+
+<p>W. T. Cook, Royersford, Pa., 5 books by popular authors for any bound
+vol. of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> prior to the
+fifth.</p>
+
+<p>W. H. Field, 234 Ferry St., Easton, Pa., a&nbsp;Holly scroll saw and
+a set of tenpins for a wall or other tent large enough for four
+persons.</p>
+
+<p>P. J. McConomy, 38 N. Prince St., Lancaster, Pa., Vols. I&nbsp;and II
+(a&nbsp;few numbers missing) and V and VI (complete) <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for a piccolo with at least 4 keys.</p>
+
+<p>O. C. Cornwell, Girard, Kans., Vols. VI and VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, 8 books, a&nbsp;pair of skates, 5 games,
+a&nbsp;set of drawing Instruments, and 500 foreign and U.S. stamps, for
+a self-inking printing press, or a silver watch.</p>
+
+<p>W. Bell, Box 154, Norfolk, Va., Vols. I, II, III, IV and V <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for a Holly steam engine or a
+collection of 1500 to 2000 stamps.</p>
+
+<p>G. E. Montgomery, Westernport, Md., Vols. VI and VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span> and “Ames’ Mastery of the Pen,” for
+standard works on physiology and hygiene or a field glass.</p>
+
+<p>C. C. Moore, 76 3d Place, Brooklyn, N.Y., a&nbsp;magic lantern with
+16 slides, and a printing press with 2 fonts of type, for an
+instantaneous camera and outfit.</p>
+
+<p>W. Willson, 561 Lorimer St., Greenpoint, Brooklyn. N.Y., a&nbsp;magic
+lantern with 12 slides for a pair of 9 or 9½ nickel-plated roller
+skates.</p>
+
+<p>D. A. Trapp, 113 E. Maxwell St., Lexington, Ky., a&nbsp;collection of
+over 1200 stamps in an international album for a No. 2 or 3 Baltimorean
+press and outfit.</p>
+
+<p>H. Edwards, 147 E. 114th St., N.Y. city, a&nbsp;magic lantern with 12
+slides, and a hand-inking printing press, without type, for a set of
+boxing gloves.</p>
+
+<p>F. Rowell, Stamford, Conn., Vols. VI and VII <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, and some books, games and stamps, for
+Indian grammars, or histories of North American Indians, or Indian
+relics.</p>
+
+<p>J. E. Caldwell, Sego, Kans., a $3 piccolo, a&nbsp;set of boxwood
+chessmen, and a box of water-color paints, for the best offer of <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>.</p>
+
+<p>W. McIntosh, East Smethport, Pa., a 10x14 hand-inking press, with 20
+fonts of type, 2 sticks, galley, leads, etc., for a 50 to 52-inch
+bicycle.</p>
+
+<p>J. H. Cunningham, Room 507 Hamilton Building, Pittsburg, Pa.,
+a&nbsp;pair of ice skates and “Tom Brown’s School Days” for a learners’
+book on shorthand.</p>
+
+<p>W. McVeagh. 831 W. 3d St., Williamsport, Pa., a&nbsp;New Rogers
+scroll saw for Vol. I&nbsp;or IV <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>.</p>
+
+<p class = "lines">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size1">A LIMITED NUMBER</span><br>
+<span class = "size_1">OF</span><br>
+<span class = "sans size2 boldf">Volumes IV, V and VI</span></p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size2">“GOLDEN DAYS,”</span></p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size3">Bound in Cloth.</span></p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size2 boldf">Price, $4.00 each.</span></p>
+
+<hr class = "tiny">
+
+<p class = "center">
+<span class = "size_1">ADDRESS,</span><br>
+<span class = "size1 extended">JAMES ELVERSON,</span><br>
+<span class = "size_1 boldf">Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.</span></p>
+
+<p class = "lines">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Daily News, Genesee, 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 and Spruce Streets, Philadelphia,
+Penna.</p>
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<a name = "testimonials_20" id = "testimonials_20">&nbsp;</a>
+
+<p class = "mynote">
+The remaining testimonials were printed in three columns, filling the
+entire back cover.</p>
+
+<!-- png 62 -->
+<h4><b>OUT OF THE MANY EARNEST AND EMPHATIC ENDORSEMENTS OF “GOLDEN
+DAYS,” WE PRINT THE FOLLOWING:</b></h4>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+A GOOD OPINION FROM REV. G. E. STROBRIDGE,</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>Pastor St. John’s M. E. Church, New York city.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> has been coming regularly
+to my house since its first number. It is always welcome. The children
+wait with impatience its weekly arrival, and even interrupt their meals
+to tear off its wrapper and scan its attractive pages. It is generously
+illustrated, and as to its reading matter, it is bright, breezy,
+instructive, and, best of all, pure. The most careful parent may dismiss
+anxiety while his happy child is absorbed in its columns.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+A feature that adds to the paper an especial value is a weekly
+discussion of the International Sunday-school Lesson. This is given in a
+pleasant narrative style by Rev. D. P. Kidder, D.D., for many years
+editor of the Sunday School Advocate, and editor and writer of books for
+children. His widely-known name is a sufficient assurance that these
+lessons thus conducted will continue to be learned, clear and
+interesting.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the West Philadelphia Press.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>&mdash;This weekly journal
+for young people has reached a circulation that embraces the entire
+country. Indeed, there is hardly to be found a village or hamlet in the
+newest of the States or in our far Western Territories in which <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is not a welcome visitor. The
+proprietor and editor, Mr. James Elverson, determined from the first to
+make it a journal that should please and at the same time instruct the
+young, and he has been completely successful. There is no weekly paper
+published in this or the Old World that so covers the field for the
+youthful mind as <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>. There is
+nothing heavy about it&mdash;nothing prosy or difficult to comprehend in
+the matter it contains. Its stories are graphic, entertaining and by the
+best writers, while each number has articles especially prepared on
+subjects of practical interest to boys and girls by authors whose fame
+in the arena of natural history, science, biography and art is national.
+Add to all these excellencies and attractions the fact that no impure
+line or thought ever stains its pages, and it must be acknowledged that
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is pre-eminently fitted to
+become the intellectual and pleasant companion of the young in the
+American household.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Sunday Courier, York, Pa.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+The remarkable success attained by <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, the boys’ and girls’ periodical published by Mr. James
+Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most encouraging evidence that pure and
+healthful literature is not incapable of attracting the eager interest
+of “Young America.” Mr. Elverson seems, in fact, to have gauged the
+taste of the average child of our day with wonderful accuracy, as there
+appears to be but one opinion as to the universal popularity of this
+excellent periodical. So far as parents are concerned, its success
+should be a matter for general congratulation, as scrupulous care is
+evidently observed in excluding from its pages everything that could be
+considered as in any way tending to vitiate the minds of the young. On
+the other hand, its contents are far superior in vividness of interest
+for the little ones to those sensational publications which are the
+source of so much anxiety to all who have children to educate. <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, in fact, appears to have struck
+the golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere
+pleasure to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Advocate of Peace, Boston.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>&mdash;“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 <i>weekly</i> 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>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Congregationalist and Boston Recorder.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+Among juvenile periodicals, we think <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span> likely to take high rank for variety, instructiveness,
+vivacity and freedom from objectionable characteristics. We have
+examined several numbers, and it seems to be well edited and likely to
+deserve and win popularity.</p>
+
+<!-- png 63 -->
+<p class = "testheader">
+ANOTHER FROM REV. D. M’CARTNEY,</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>Pastor Clinton Avenue M. E. Church, Kingston, N.Y.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+I have examined sample copies of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, and most heartily indorse it as meeting a felt want.
+Notwithstanding the large number of papers we subscribe for now, it
+looks as if <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> would have to
+be added to the number, as my children are enraptured with&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+BISHOP BOWMAN,</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>Of the Methodist Episcopal Church, writes:</i></p>
+
+<p class = "right">
+<span class = "smallcaps">St. Louis</span>, Nov. 26, 1880.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+I have examined with great interest several numbers of <span class =
+"smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, and am much pleased with them. We
+greatly need all such publications for our young people, to save them
+from the corrupting trash that meets them on every side. I&nbsp;wish you
+great success in this worthy Christian enterprise.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+FROM REV. O. C. DICKERSON,</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>Pastor of Congregational Church, Belleplain, Iowa.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Ed. Golden Days.</span>&mdash;All hail! As a
+sterling friend of the young, your enterprise wakes loud echoes.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+REV. RICHARD NEWTON, D.D.,</p>
+
+<p class = "center">
+<i>Pastor of the P. E. Church of the Epiphany, Philadelphia,
+says:</i></p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+From what I have seen of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>,
+it strikes me very favorably. There is a high tone of morality about it
+which is calculated to exert a very wholesome influence on the young
+people who read&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Roman Citizen, Rome, N.Y.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">A MODEL PAPER.</span>&mdash;Two years ago, we
+informed the readers of the Citizen that a long-felt want was to be
+supplied&mdash;viz., a&nbsp;paper was to be printed which would give the
+young people (boys and girls) plenty of good reading without corrupting
+their morals or vitiating their tastes&mdash;in other words, would
+furnish them with stories which would gratify their love of adventure
+without inspiring in them a desire to imitate impossible heroes, and
+tempting them to desert their homes in search of adventures which never
+occur outside of blood-and-thunder papers and story books. The paper we
+allude to&mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>&mdash;promised this, and we have carefully watched it for
+two years to see how its pledge would be redeemed. We are glad to be
+able to state it has exceeded our most sanguine expectations. While it
+has been constantly filled with stories and sketches of the most
+fascinating character, we have never seen a sentence in it which we
+could have wished to have omitted.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Episcopal Recorder.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days.</span>&mdash;We commend this as
+the best of the class of publications to which it belongs, and as being
+essentially different from all that are contemporaneous with it. And if
+it shall prove to be like Moses’ rod when turned into a serpent, and
+swallow up the serpent-rods of all cunning magicians of evil, and then
+become a rod of power for working good in the home, in the school, and
+wherever youth are found, we shall rejoice.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Christian Register, Boston.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> is well worthy the
+examination of parents who wish to provide their children with a large
+amount of carefully-prepared miscellany, at once entertaining,
+instructive and clean. It is edited with ability, and shows a quick
+sympathy with the pleasures of the young people, and a clear outlook for
+their welfare.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Maryland School Journal.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> (Elverson, Philadelphia)
+has fulfilled its promise, and is in every respect a suitable weekly
+paper to put into the hands of young boys and girls. We have carefully
+watched each number since the start, and have seen in it nothing to
+censure and much to praise.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Floyd Co. Advocate, Charles City, Iowa.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, published by James
+Elverson, of Philadelphia, is a new first-class paper for boys and
+girls. Provide them with good, entertaining reading, and they will grow
+up good men and women.</p>
+
+<!-- png 64 -->
+<p class = "testheader">
+From Town Talk, Mansfield, Ohio.</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 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>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From The Home and Sunday-School, Dallas, Texas.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+We can heartily recommend <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>
+as one of the purest and most charming juvenile magazines we have seen.
+It is wholly free from corrupting influences&mdash;fresh, instructive,
+and eagerly welcomed by the boys and girls. Having seen nothing in it to
+censure and much to praise, we hope it may have the wide circulation it
+merits.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Christian Advocate, Pittsburg,&nbsp;Pa.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> comes to us in a magazine
+form, making a beautiful and interesting volume. This journal numbers
+among its contributors probably more popular writers of serial stories
+for youth than any juvenile publication in the country.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Presbyterian Banner, Pittsburg,&nbsp;Pa.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+A great advance has been made within the last twelve months in a very
+important agency for good&mdash;the publication of cheap, and, at the
+same time, unexceptionable and attractive reading matter. For a long
+time the want has been seriously felt for something more than mere
+denunciation to overcome the growing evil of the demoralizing
+literature&mdash;cheap and vile&mdash;that has been scattered broadcast
+over the land. That want has been measurably supplied, in part, by the
+publication of standard English classics, at marvelously low prices, and
+in part by the issue of low-priced but superior periodicals, attractive
+in appearance and contents, and suitable for both young and old. We
+invite special attention to the latest enterprise in the latter
+department&mdash;<span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, for boys
+and girls, James Elverson, publisher, Philadelphia. It is a handsome
+juvenile journal, of sixteen pages (over eight hundred a year), filled
+with stories, sketches, anecdotes, poetry, puzzles, and humorous items,
+making up a total that will delight and at the same time instruct the
+boys and girls from eight to eighty. The pictorial embellishments are
+<ins class = "correction" title = "text unchanged">unsually</ins> fine,
+and far in advance of the coarse deformities in the flashy sheets that
+are displayed on the news-stands to horrify every refined passer-by.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Baltimore Gazette.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+The remarkable success attained by <span class = "smallcaps">Golden
+Days</span>, the boys’ and girls’ periodical, published by Mr. James
+Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most encouraging evidence that pure and
+healthful literature is not incapable of attracting the eager interest
+of “Young America.” Mr. Elverson, seems, in fact, to have gauged the
+taste of the average child of our day with wonderful accuracy, as there
+appears to be but one opinion as to the universal popularity of this
+excellent periodical. So far as parents are concerned, its success
+should be a matter for general congratulation, as scrupulous care is
+evidently observed in excluding from its pages everything that could be
+considered as in any way tending to vitiate the minds of the young. On
+the other hand, its contents are far superior in vividness of interest
+for the little ones to those sensational publications which are the
+source of so much anxiety to all who have children to educate. <span
+class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span>, in fact, appears to have struck
+the golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere
+pleasure to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.</p>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+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>
+
+<p class = "testheader">
+From the Baptist Record, Jackson, Miss.</p>
+
+<p class = "testimonial">
+A specimen number of <span class = "smallcaps">Golden Days</span> has
+fallen into our hands. This is a paper for boys and girls, and, from the
+cursory examination we have been enabled to give it, we think it
+deserving of support.</p>
+
+<hr>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Golden Days for Boys and Girls, by Various
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+Title: Golden Days for Boys and Girls
+       Volume VIII, No 25: May 21, 1887
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+Author: Various
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+Editor: James Elverson
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+Release Date: November 17, 2008 [EBook #27287]
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+      Vol. VIII.--No 25.      May 21, 1887.
+
+                  GOLDEN DAYS
+
+              For Boys and Girls
+
+                           Philadelphia:
+                           JAMES ELVERSON,
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+                  GOLDEN DAYS
+              FOR BOYS AND GIRLS
+
+(Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1887, by
+JAMES ELVERSON, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at
+Washington, D.C.)
+
+                  VOL. VIII.
+
+          JAMES ELVERSON, Publisher.
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+
+           PHILADELPHIA MAY 21, 1887.
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+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+              LINDA'S CRAZY QUILT.
+
+              By Fannie Williams.
+
+
+"Oh, dear!" sighed Linda Trafton, turning over the pages of a
+closely-written, school-girlish letter, which her brother Fred had
+tossed into her lap, on returning from the post office. "I do wish I
+could get silk pieces enough to make a crazy quilt. Cousin Dell writes
+all about hers, and it must be very pretty."
+
+"Crazy quilt! That's about all I've heard for the last six months!
+I should think you girls had all gone crazy yourselves!" ejaculated
+Fred.
+
+"Why, Fred!" was Linda's only answer to this outburst.
+
+She was a very sweet-tempered little maid, with soft, brown hair and
+soft, brown eyes, that matched in color as exactly as eyes and hair
+could match, and gave her a look of being--as indeed she was--too gentle
+to dispute, or even to argue, with anybody, least of all with Fred, who
+was fifteen, and three years her elder, and always took a tone of great
+superiority toward his little sister.
+
+Still, he was a pretty good sort of brother, as brothers go; and, in
+Linda's eyes, he was a prodigy of cleverness.
+
+So, whenever they happened to differ in opinion, and Fred expressed
+himself in this vehement style, she only looked at him in a deprecating
+way, and murmured:
+
+"Why, Fred!"
+
+"Well, I should like to know," continued Fred, "what could be more
+idiotic than the way you spend your time, you girls, fitting those
+ridiculous, catty-cornered pieces of silk together, and working them all
+over with bugs and cobwebs and caterpillars, and little boys in Mother
+Hubbard dresses! You may well call 'em _crazy_ quilts! I don't believe
+there was ever anything crazier, unless it was the lunatic who first
+invented them!"
+
+"Why, Fred!" said Linda, again. "Now, I think they are too pretty for
+anything!"
+
+"Pretty!" snorted Fred. "They're made out of the last things that you'd
+suppose anybody would ever think of putting into a bed-quilt. I can't
+get a chance to wear a neck-tie half out before somebody wants it. Kate
+Graham spoke for my last new one the next day after I bought it. And I
+hardly dare to put my hat down, where there's a girl around, for fear
+she'll capture my hat-band!"
+
+By this time, Linda was laughing outright.
+
+"Oh, you are so funny, Fred! But you only just ought to see Kate
+Graham's crazy quilt. I _know_ you couldn't help calling it lovely. She
+has got pieces of ever so many wedding dresses in it; but I don't know
+who would give _me_ any. Aunt Mary never will get married, nor Cousin
+Susie, nor our Bridget, unless Pat hurries up with his courting--and
+there's nobody else. Besides, they are all making crazy quilts of their
+own. I would start one with papa's old silk handkerchief and his
+Association badge, if I thought I could ever get pieces enough to finish
+it; but I don't see how I could."
+
+"Bess Hartley told me that she was going to send off somewhere and get a
+lot of pieces that are put up to sell. You get a whole package of
+assorted colors for a dollar," suggested Fred.
+
+"Oh, that would make it cost too much! Mamma would not let me do that,"
+said Linda, shaking her head. "She says it is well enough to use up odd
+bits of silk in that way, if one happens to have them; but she doesn't
+think it right to spend money in such a manner, instead of using it for
+better purposes--and I don't suppose it is."
+
+"Well, I am sure I don't know what you are going to do," was Fred's
+consoling observation. "You'd be as crazy as the rest of the girls if
+you began to piece a quilt; and I don't know but you will go crazy if
+you can't."
+
+With which conclusion, Fred walked off whistling, and left Linda to read
+her Cousin Dell's letter over again, and wish that Patrick O'Brien would
+propose to Bridget, if he was ever going to, so that she could get
+married, and have a new silk dress for her wedding.
+
+However, Linda was not the girl to fret and worry after things which
+were unattainable.
+
+Fred would have his joke, but she was not going to make herself unhappy
+just because she had not the materials for making silk patchwork, as
+Dell and the rest of her girl friends were doing. There were plenty of
+other pleasures and amusements within her reach, and the one that she
+enjoyed most of all came in her way, as it happened, the very next
+morning.
+
+[Illustration:
+"OH, MRS. BURBANK! WHAT BEAUTIFUL PIECES!" CRIED LINDA.
+"WHERE DID THEY ALL COME FROM?"]
+
+Her father said to her, as he rose from the table after breakfast:
+
+"Linda, would you like a ride, my dear? I am going to drive over to East
+Berlin, and I will take you along, if you would like to go."
+
+"_If_ I would like it! Why, papa, you _know_ there isn't _anything_ that
+I like so much as a good, long ride with you!" cried Linda, dancing with
+delight, as she ran off to get ready for the drive.
+
+For it was indeed a "good long" ride to East Berlin--fifteen miles at
+least--and the day was just as fresh and bright and lovely as a day
+could be in the fresh and bright and lovely month of May.
+
+The young grass was emerald green along the country roads, the apple
+trees were all in sheets of bloom, hill-sides were fairly blue with
+bird-foot violets, and sweet spring flowers were smiling everywhere.
+
+Linda was so full of happiness that she could scarcely keep from singing
+in concert with the birds that trilled and chirped among the trees on
+either hand, as the pleasant road led through a piece of woodland.
+
+But the woods came to an end abruptly where the trees had been cut off,
+and where some men with ox-carts were hauling away the long piles of
+cord-wood. Then there were fields of plowed ground on each side of the
+road, and then a long stretch of rocky hills and old pastures, and
+presently some houses came in sight.
+
+Old, weather-beaten houses they were--a dozen, perhaps, in all. Two or
+three had once been painted red, and still displayed some dark and dingy
+traces of that color; but most of them were brown, and some had green
+moss growing on their broad, sloping roofs--roofs which were two stories
+high in front, but came down so low at the back that a lively boy might
+reach them from the ground with very little effort, only the place did
+not look as if anything so young or so lively as a boy had been seen
+there for at least twenty years.
+
+Still, it was a pleasant place. There were thickets of lilac and
+mock-orange bushes around every house, and old-fashioned lilies and
+roses growing half-wild along the fences.
+
+There were flagged walks leading up to all the doors, with borders of
+evergreen box, which had once been trim, and still was quaint and
+pleasing; there were old gardens, where everything was "all run out,"
+but where the bees and birds appeared to find congenial homes; there
+were gnarly old apple-trees, with bending, twisted branches that touched
+the ground and made the most enticing rustic seats.
+
+Withal, there was a calm and stillness brooding on the place that filled
+one's fancy with sweet thoughts of olden times and--
+
+"Whoo-oo-oop! Hip, hip, pip, hoo-_ray_!"
+
+"Good _gracious_!" cried Mr. Trafton, starting from his pleasant
+reverie, and clutching at the reins which lay loose upon his knee. "Good
+gracious! What's that?"
+
+"It's a boy!" said Linda, with a quite disgusted accent.
+
+Unquestionably, it was a boy--and a boy of the most aggressively modern
+type, clad in garments of the very latest cut, from his flannel
+yachting-shirt to his canvas "base-ball" shoes--a boy with a look as
+well as a voice, which proclaimed him all alive.
+
+His close-cropped head was bare, and his white straw hat came spinning
+over the stone wall and into the middle of the road, as if impelled by
+steam-power, before the boy himself scrambled over, giving vent to
+another whoop, which would have done credit to a Comanche gone mad.
+
+The whoop and the hat together were enough to startle almost any horse;
+and, although Mr. Trafton's fine roadster, "Billy," was pretty well
+trained, the combined effect was a little too much for his nerves. He
+gave a sidelong leap and started to run. His master checked him sharply,
+and veering from the road, he ran the wheels into a deep rut, and over
+went the buggy with a crash!
+
+Linda screamed, as she was pitched headlong into a thicket of sweet-fern
+which grew along the roadside; but the bushes broke her fall, and,
+beyond the fright and a scratched hand, she received no injury.
+
+Her father was equally fortunate, and, as Billy had recovered from his
+momentary panic and did not run, the accident appeared, at the first
+glance, to be nothing serious.
+
+The boy who had caused it came forward, with a look of trepidation upon
+his countenance, exclaiming:
+
+"I'm awfully sorry, sir; I didn't mean to frighten your horse. I was
+down behind the wall and didn't see you coming, or I wouldn't have
+thrown my hat so. I was only scaring a squirrel."
+
+"He must have been pretty thoroughly scared," said Mr. Trafton, drily.
+
+However, the boy's bright face wore an expression of such honest regret
+that he added, with a good-humored accent:
+
+"Well, well, I was a boy myself once. You must be more careful another
+time, my lad."
+
+"That I will, sir."
+
+And as Mr. Trafton began to raise the overturned buggy, the boy took
+hold and helped him.
+
+On getting the vehicle righted, they found that one wheel was broken so
+badly as to need repairs before the journey could be continued, and Mr.
+Trafton surveyed the damage with grave concern.
+
+The boy gave a low whistle, and murmured:
+
+"Here's a state of things!"
+
+"I don't see what I'm going to do," remarked the gentleman. "There's
+nobody in this region who could mend that wheel, I suppose?"
+
+"Oh yes there is!" cried the boy, brightening up. "Doran's blacksmith
+shop is only a little ways down the road; you can get the wheel fixed
+there. I'll go along and hold up this side of the buggy; and I'll pay
+the bill, sir, as I caused the damage."
+
+Mr. Trafton looked at him approvingly, but answered:
+
+"You need not do that, my boy. The bill won't amount to much; but the
+job may take some time--and where can I leave my little girl? I suppose
+you would not care to wait in the blacksmith shop, Linda?"
+
+Before Linda could reply, the boy said, looking at her frankly, and not
+at all abashed:
+
+"She can stay with my grandma while you're having the wheel fixed. Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank is my grandma; she lives right here, sir," pointing out
+the house.
+
+"And where do you live?" asked Mr. Trafton, who took a liking to Mrs.
+Deacon Burbank's grandson, for all his annoyance at the trouble which
+that lively youth had caused him.
+
+"I'm staying with grandma this summer," said the boy; "but I live in
+Boston when I'm at home. My name is John Burbank."
+
+"Well, John, you will have to take Linda to your grandma, for I cannot
+leave Billy standing here with this broken buggy."
+
+"All right, sir; I'll be back in a minute, and help you down to
+Doran's."
+
+So saying, John Burbank led the way, and Linda followed, to the nearest
+of the brown old houses--a big, broad-roofed domicile, with wide, double
+doors and narrow windows, and with two great cherry trees in the front
+yard, looking like two great drifts of snow, they were so thickly
+covered with white blossoms.
+
+A border of red and yellow tulips, gay daffodils, and "crown imperials,"
+edged the narrow walk which led from the front gate around to the side
+door, where they were received by a surprised old lady in gold-bowed
+spectacles, to whom John presented his companion, with the following
+concise account of the accident which occasioned her unexpected
+appearance:
+
+"Grandma, here's a girl, and her father is out there with his team, and
+they've just had a break-down, and it was all my doing; but I didn't
+mean to! I scared the horse, hollering at a squirrel. I've got to go and
+help her father get the buggy down to Doran's, and she's going to stay
+here till it's fixed, and her name's Linda. I don't know what her other
+name is."
+
+"Linda Trafton," supplemented Linda, as the boy paused to catch his
+breath.
+
+"Johnny," said the old lady, speaking as severely as a stout old lady
+with dimples in her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes could be expected
+to speak, when addressing her only grandson--"Johnny, I do declare for
+'t, you air the worst boy! What under the canopy will you go to cuttin'
+up next? Come right in, my dear," she said to Linda, "and make yourself
+to home. Johnny, you run along and help the gentleman; and tell Mr.
+Doran your gran'ther will pay the bill."
+
+"Oh, I'm going to pay it myself, grandma, with my own pocket-money,
+if the gentleman will let me; but he says he won't."
+
+And Johnny was off before he had done speaking.
+
+"I declare for 't," said his grandmother, "that boy is a regular
+Burbank; jest exactly what the deacon used to be at his age--always into
+suthin'. I knew the deacon when he wa'n't any older than Johnny, an'
+I remember jest how he used to act. Take off your things, my dear, and
+make yourself to home."
+
+She took Linda's hat and sacque, and carried them into the spare
+bed-room, where there was a great "four-poster" bedstead, with
+blue-and-white chintz hangings and a blue-and-white spread; and then she
+came and sat down by Linda, and asked her a great many questions about
+the break-down, and about her father and mother and herself, but she was
+such a nice old lady that Linda did not mind her being a little
+inquisitive.
+
+In return, she gave Linda quite a complete history of her own family,
+and told her a number of entertaining stories about Johnny and Johnny's
+father, and about the deacon when he was a boy. Finally, she looked at
+the queer old clock on the kitchen mantle-shelf, and remarked:
+
+"It's time I was gittin' my dinner over to cook, and I guess I shall
+have to leave you to amuse yourself a little while, my dear. You might
+go out an' look 'round the garden, if you want; or maybe you'd ruther go
+up in the garret, an' look at Johnny's picture-books an' things. He
+likes to stay up there, when it rains so't he can't go out."
+
+"Oh, I should like that, of all things!" cried Linda, delighted. "I do
+love a real old-fashioned garret, with all sorts of old things in it!"
+
+"Do you now? Well," said Mrs. Burbank, beaming over the gold-bowed
+spectacles, "our garret is full of old truck, an' you can go up there
+an' rummage 'round all you've a min' to."
+
+She opened the door of a narrow staircase, with steep and well-worn
+stairs, and told Linda that was the way to the back chamber over the
+kitchen, and when she got up there she would see the garret stairs;
+and she guessed Linda could find the way up alone. She was pretty hefty
+herself, and she didn't travel up and down stairs any more than she
+could help.
+
+Linda very quickly found her way to the garret, which proved to be
+indeed a veritable treasury of "old truck;" and her brown eyes opened
+wide with ecstasy as she caught sight of a real, genuine spinning-wheel,
+stowed away under the low, sloping roof.
+
+Then she discovered a smaller wheel, with a motto carved around its rim
+in quaint lettering, which Linda studied over a long time before she
+made it out--"Eat not the Bread of Idleness." She learned afterward that
+this was a flax-wheel, on which Deacon Burbank's mother used to spin the
+thread to weave her linen sheets.
+
+Beside the flax-wheel stood a superannuated chest of drawers, with dingy
+brass handles, which had once, no doubt, been a fine piece of furniture.
+
+Then there were broken-down chairs, with straight, stiff backs; queer,
+cracked jugs and bottles, and painted teacups with the handles broken
+off; and funny old spelling-books and school-readers, all inscribed,
+in beautiful handwriting, on their yellow fly-leaves:
+
+  "John Burbank, his book."
+
+Linda knew that the John Burbank who had learned his lessons from these
+old books must have been the deacon "when he was a boy," and not her
+young friend, Johnny.
+
+There were several old-fashioned wooden chests among the treasures of
+this delightful garret, and Linda hesitated to open them at first;
+but finally she called to mind that she had been given permission to
+"rummage" as much as she pleased.
+
+One chest, painted green, stood near the narrow window, which threw a
+checkered square of sunshine upon the garret floor, and as Linda raised
+the cover she gave a little scream of rapture, for it seemed almost as
+if she had found a broken rainbow, there was such a glitter of gay
+colors in the sunlight.
+
+"Oh! _oh!_" she cried, "what lovely, _lovely_ pieces for a crazy quilt!"
+
+For the old chest was nearly filled with scraps of silk and satin of
+every shape and size, from bits not over an inch wide to the large,
+three-cornered pieces, of which there seemed to be a great number, left
+in cutting trimming-folds "on the bias," as Linda knew, for she had seen
+many such remnants proudly displayed by those of her girl friends who
+happened to be in the good graces of Miss Cranshaw, the village
+dressmaker. But such brocades and stripes, such "plaid" and "watered"
+and "figured" silks, such brilliant shades of color as she found among
+the contents of that chest, her eyes had never looked upon before.
+
+"I wonder if these are pieces of Deacon Burbank's mother's dresses?"
+thought Linda, as she turned them over, exclaiming, every other minute,
+"Oh, how pretty!" or "Oh, what a beauty!" for every new piece that she
+took up seemed prettier than the last. "Why, she must have had as many
+as Queen Victoria. Why _don't_ they wear such colors now? Most of the
+silk dresses that Miss Cranshaw makes are black, or brown, or
+sage-green, or some other sober shade; but these are all so bright.
+Oh, what a lovely blue!"
+
+"It is a handsome piece of silk, ain't it? That was the dress Miss Polly
+Newcome wore to the inaugeration ball at Washington, 'most forty years
+ago. They don't have no such silks in these days."
+
+Mrs. Deacon Burbank had mounted the garret stairs with footsteps far
+from noiseless, being, as she said, a "hefty" old lady; but Linda had
+been too much absorbed to notice her approach until she spoke.
+
+"Oh, Mrs. Burbank! What beautiful pieces!" cried Linda. "Where did they
+all come from?"
+
+"Why, they come from all 'round, my dear," said Mrs. Burbank, sitting
+down with Linda, beside the green chest. "You see, my girls used to take
+in dressmakin', when they was young, and the pieces kinder gathered an'
+gathered. The girls used to keep the silk pieces separate, thinkin' they
+might do suthin' with 'em sometime; but they never did. They was always
+too busy to do much putterin' work. So the pieces have laid there ever
+sence the girls left home. They all got married, many a long year ago,
+my girls. Cecilia went to New York, and Evaline lives down in
+Pennsylvaney--she's got to be quite an old woman herself now; and Nancy
+Jane, she's layin' in the cemetery over to East Berlin, with her own
+little girl buried 'long side of her," said the old lady, sighing. "But
+they used to be called the best dressmakers there was anywhere round
+these parts; folks used to come from as far off as Tolland County to
+have their nice dresses made by the Burbank girls. Miss Polly Newcome
+went to Washington the winter that her father was elected to the Senate.
+She was a great beauty, Miss Polly was, an' they made everything of her
+in Washington. But my girls had the makin' of all her new clothes, 'fore
+she went. This was a dress she wore to a grand dinner-party that was
+given to her father, Senator Newcome."
+
+And the old lady picked out a scrap of marvelous brocade, with
+silver-white roses on a wine-colored ground, and smoothed it on her
+knee.
+
+"This was the one she wore to the President's reception"--selecting a
+bit of rose-colored satin, striped with sky-blue velvet; "and this,"
+she continued, smoothing out a long strip of changeable silk in green
+and ruby tints, "was another dinner dress. Here's a piece of plaid silk
+that was made up for Squire Harney's wife, when she was goin' to Europe;
+and here's a piece of Mrs. Doctor Thorne's dress, that she had made on
+purpose to wear to a grand party over in Tolland."
+
+This last was a good-sized square of bright yellow silk, with polka-dots
+of mazarine blue.
+
+Linda, looking at the gorgeous fabric with admiring eyes, exclaimed:
+
+"I never saw such pieces in all my life! They _would_ make the loveliest
+crazy quilt!"
+
+"What kind of a quilt, my dear?"
+
+"A crazy quilt," said Linda, laughing. "Haven't you ever seen one, Mrs.
+Burbank? Fred says the person was crazy who first invented them; but I
+think they're just as pretty as they can be. It takes a great many
+pieces of silk, though, to make a bed-quilt, and some of the girls only
+make sofa-pillows and such things."
+
+"Oh, you mean patchwork. The land!" said Mrs. Burbank, "I used to make
+silk patchwork more than sixty years ago. It was all the style then,
+but I didn't s'pose they ever done it now."
+
+"Oh, yes; it is all the style now," said Linda, with a smile.
+
+"Do tell! I want to know if you like to piece patchwork?" said the old
+lady, looking over her spectacles at Linda's girlish face, with its
+gentle eyes and frame of soft, brown hair. "I declare for't, you look
+just as my Nancy Jane did when she was your age! If you want them
+pieces, child, you can have 'em; I ain't got any use for 'em, and don't
+s'pose I ever shall have. I'm too old to piece patchwork, myself--my
+eyesight ain't what it used to be."
+
+For a moment Linda was speechless with delight, but finally she found
+her voice, and cried out:
+
+"Oh, Mrs. Burbank! All those lovely crazy pieces! Do you really mean to
+give them to me?"
+
+"Of course I do, and I'm real glad to see ye so pleased, my dear. Them
+silk pieces have laid in that chest years an' years, doin' nobody any
+good; an' they shan't lay there no longer, if they can make a little
+girl so happy."
+
+And the good old lady looked happy herself as she opened another chest,
+and, taking out an old pillow-case of home-spun linen, began to fill it
+with the wondrous "crazy pieces."
+
+When she had crowded them all in and tied the bag with a piece of twine,
+she said:
+
+"Now, you can take 'em right along with you, an' whenever your father
+happens to come this way ag'in, he can bring me back the piller-case,
+for it was one of Mother Burbank's, and I shouldn't want to lose it.
+I declare for 't!" she added, "I forgot all about your father, child,
+I got so took up with lookin' over them pieces. He's got the buggy
+mended, an' he's come back after you, so you must come right down.
+I want you an' he should have dinner 'fore you go; it's all ready."
+
+And happy Linda went down to the kitchen, where she found her father and
+Johnny, and Deacon Burbank, who had just come home to dinner.
+
+Mr. Trafton was hungry, and quite willing to take dinner at the
+deacon's, instead of waiting till they arrived at East Berlin.
+
+They all became very well acquainted in the course of the meal, and Mr.
+Trafton promised to bring Linda to see Mrs. Burbank, whenever he came
+that way.
+
+"And I will bring my crazy quilt and show it to you, when I get it done,
+Mrs. Burbank," added Linda.
+
+Whereupon Johnny spoke up, and said:
+
+"If you don't get on with your crazy quilt any faster than my sister
+does with hers, you won't ever get it done!"
+
+And Linda told him that sounded just like Fred!
+
+Johnny carried the pillow-case out to the buggy and tucked it under the
+seat; and Linda could think of nothing but her crazy pieces all the way
+to East Berlin.
+
+When she got home and showed them to Fred, he declared they were the
+jolliest, craziest lot of pieces he had seen yet!
+
+And when Linda's quilt was commenced, all the girls went wild over it;
+but she laughingly refused to tell them where her pieces came from.
+
+She made a great mystery of the matter, asserting, in reply to all
+inquiries, that hers would be a crazy quilt with a history, and nobody
+should know anything about it until the quilt was finished.
+
+A crazy quilt with a history is no trifling piece of work, and the girls
+have not yet heard the story.
+
+
+
+
+DAVY'S TURN.
+
+BY FLORENCE B. HALLOWELL.
+
+
+"Never mind! It'll come my turn some day, and then I'll pay you boys up;
+and you'll be sorry enough for all the mean things you've done to me,"
+and Davy Potter stooped to pick up the books which one of a group of a
+dozen boys had pushed from his arm.
+
+The school-house yard was muddy from recent rains, and the books were so
+wet and dirty that Davy took out his pocket handkerchief to wipe them
+off.
+
+"What'll you take for that handkerchief, Dave?" asked Fred Bassett.
+"It's a beauty, and no mistake."
+
+There was a loud shout from the other boys, and universal attention was
+directed to the little square of faded calico Davy was so industriously
+using.
+
+A hot flush rose to the boy's thin, freckled face; but he made no reply,
+except to mutter under his breath something which the boys could not
+catch.
+
+But there was a bitter, vindictive feeling in his heart as he followed
+his persecutors into the school-house. He did not understand why all the
+wit--if wit it could be called--should be leveled at him; why he should
+be the target for every poisoned arrow, simply because he was poor, ugly
+and always at the bottom of his classes. He thought it unjust and cruel,
+and longed with all his heart for the time to come when by some real
+good luck he would have a chance to "pay the boys up."
+
+He knew that if he ever needed assistance in any such work, he could
+rely on old Sim Kane to help him; for the old man--a half-witted
+creature who earned a miserable livelihood by doing odd jobs of
+wood-sawing and cleaning for charitably-disposed people--had good
+reason, also, to hate the boys of the Prickett school, and long for
+revenge.
+
+Davy lived with an aunt, who gave him a home as a matter of duty, and
+regarded him as a burden and a nuisance, often treating him so unkindly
+that he was made very unhappy, and spent as little time with her as
+possible.
+
+He tried honestly to be dutiful and obedient; but he couldn't help
+forgetting occasionally to wipe his feet before entering the kitchen,
+and sometimes he let the fire go out, or forgot to feed the chickens.
+Then he was severely reprimanded, of course, and told that he was
+ungrateful, as well as stupid.
+
+But in the woods he was free to do as he liked, and there was no one to
+scold or find fault with him, and he had many dumb but affectionate
+friends there among the squirrels, rabbits and birds.
+
+So he always took his way to the woods every Saturday as soon as he had
+cleaned up the yard about his aunt's house, filled all the
+water-buckets, cut the kindling for the kitchen stove, and attended to
+the dozen or more other chores Miss Potter required of him.
+
+He never shirked the least of them, no matter how anxious he was to get
+away; for he had been so frequently told how much he owed to his aunt,
+that he believed he could not do too much for her.
+
+It was while exploring the depths of the woods, one day, that he
+discovered the secret retreat of the "Mystic Nine," a club of nine boys
+who disappeared from the village regularly every Saturday morning during
+the spring, summer and fall, and remained away until sunset, often
+returning with torches to have a street parade after dark, or with a bag
+of plump birds for a grand "fry" in the kitchen of some indulgent
+mother.
+
+That they had a hiding-place of some sort, where they held meetings and
+ate the generous lunches they carried with them, all the boys outside
+the nine felt sure; but none of the Mystics ever answered any questions
+concerning it, and threw out vague but impressive warnings as to the
+terrible fate that would befall any one whose curiosity led him to seek
+to penetrate the secret they guarded so closely.
+
+Davy stumbled upon it quite by chance. Following the trail of a bird
+with a wounded wing, he found himself in a part of the wood he had never
+been in before, and came suddenly upon a great pile of brush a dozen
+feet high, behind which was the entrance to a deep cave in a rocky
+hillside.
+
+He entered, and found it well furnished with rough blankets, a table,
+an oil stove, and many other things necessary to the comfort and
+convenience of nine boys. A large window in the roof, which was
+carefully covered with brush, afforded a means to obtain light, when
+that given by the mouth of the cave did not prove sufficient, or when
+bad weather made it necessary to drop the canvas which did duty as a
+door.
+
+Davy, afraid of getting into trouble, kept his discovery to himself, but
+he made frequent stolen trips to the cave, and resolved that some day he
+would use his knowledge for the purpose of obtaining his revenge.
+
+He had a vague plan in his head to guide about fifty of the roughest
+boys in the village to the cave, and thus give the secret to every one,
+and he fully determined to let this be his form of revenge, when, being
+called upon to read in class, he was forced to use the wet, soiled
+books.
+
+His thoughts were directed so much to this subject that his lessons were
+recited even worse than usual, and as a result he was kept in to study
+for an hour after the close of school.
+
+When he was at last free to go home, and left the school-house, he found
+that poor old Sim was in the hands of his enemies. The Mystic Nine had
+placed him in his own dilapidated hand-cart, and were wheeling him down
+one of the side streets as fast as they could go, shouting and laughing
+at his frenzied cries of distress and the ludicrous picture he
+presented, as he clung to the side of the cart, the brim of his torn
+straw hat flapping in the wind, and an old scarf of bright scarlet silk,
+which he cherished as his dearest earthly possession, streaming out
+behind.
+
+Davy felt very sorry for the old man, but did not dare interfere. He
+could only wait until the boys, becoming wearied of their sport, ran the
+cart into a shallow pond and went off to seek other diversion.
+
+Old Sim was almost helpless with fright and exhaustion, and when Davy
+waded into the pond and pushed the cart out on dry land again, he threw
+his arms about the boy's neck, and clung to him, sobbing and moaning
+like a child.
+
+It was all Davy could do to comfort and quiet him, and to persuade him
+to go home, so apprehensive was he that another attack would be made on
+him. But Davy finally succeeded in convincing him that there was no
+further danger, and the old man went scuffling off to the miserable
+shanty he called home.
+
+The next day was Saturday, and as the weather was clear and bright, Davy
+resolved to spend the whole morning in the woods. But his aunt found so
+much for him to do that it was nearly noon before he was able to get
+away.
+
+As usual, he divided his lunch with the birds and squirrels, and then
+lay down under a tree to read a book he had brought with him.
+
+But it failed to interest him, and his mind persisted in dwelling upon
+the unkindness with which he was so systematically treated, both at home
+and at school.
+
+"I wonder if it will ever be any different?" he thought, as he sprang to
+his feet at last. "If I only could get to the head of the grammar class
+just once, they might treat me better. But of course there is no use in
+thinking of that, for there's no chance of it."
+
+He strolled through the woods, his steps turning unconsciously in the
+direction of the secret cave.
+
+He had almost reached it, when he suddenly became aware of where he was,
+and started to retrace his steps, fearing the boys would come out and
+discover him there.
+
+But scarcely had he turned when, to his amazement, he saw old Sim Kane
+come rushing toward him from the direction of the cave.
+
+The old man's face was pallid with excitement, and he was swinging his
+long arms, and muttering and laughing to himself in a way that made
+Davy's blood run cold.
+
+"Sim! Sim! what's the matter?" he cried.
+
+But the old man paid no attention to him, and not pausing to question
+him again, but sure there was trouble of some sort at the cave, Davy ran
+toward that secret retreat.
+
+His ears soon told him what the trouble was. The great pile of brush
+which concealed the entrance to the cave had been set on fire!
+
+Terrible was the vengeance which the half-demented old man had taken on
+his boyish persecutors.
+
+Davy, with a loud cry of horror, and forgetting in that awful moment all
+his own wrongs, seized a stout branch, and rushed upon the pile of brush
+without a moment's hesitation.
+
+The entire mouth of the cave was a mass of flame, and it was no easy
+matter to scatter the burning brands, so intense was the heat.
+
+But Davy fought the fire right and left, with a wild energy far beyond
+his strength and years, and at last the mouth of the cave was clear,
+and the fresh air could enter it again.
+
+Then, exhausted, faint, and suffering most intense agony from a dozen
+terrible burns, the brave boy sank to the ground.
+
+At first he was scarcely conscious, but presently he became aware that
+some one was bending over him, and opening his eyes, he saw Fred
+Bassett's face, so full of pity, admiration and kindness that poor Davy
+scarcely recognized it.
+
+"We didn't deserve this good turn of you, Davy," said the boy. "But I
+can't tell you how thankful we are to you. But for you we would have
+been suffocated inside of ten minutes. It was that old Sim who set the
+fire. We were busy at the back of the cave, making it deeper, and didn't
+know anything about the fire until we heard the old man shout at us from
+the window overhead. He was half mad with joy, and was just about to
+light the brush on the window. He must have fired the pile in front in
+twenty places. There was no use in trying to get out. It was like a wall
+of fire. I tell you, we all thought our time had come. It was just
+awful."
+
+"I'm glad I came when I did," said Davy, gently. "But I'm afraid you'll
+have to help me home. My feet are so badly burned I don't believe I can
+take a step."
+
+"As if we'd let you even think of walking!" exclaimed Fred. "We'll rig
+up a litter in short order."
+
+So Davy was carried into the village in state by seven of the boys,
+while the two others went on ahead to tell Miss Potter what had happened
+and engage the services of a doctor.
+
+And it was not until his wounds were all dressed, and he was lying
+quietly in bed, with Fred Bassett and Tom Harper sitting beside him,
+that Davy happened to think that the "turn" for which he had waited so
+long had come at last, and he had failed to take the revenge he had so
+ardently desired.
+
+But he never regretted this, for he never had to complain again of
+unkind treatment from either his aunt or his schoolmates. For Miss
+Potter, in taking care of her young nephew during the three weeks he was
+confined to the house, found good qualities of head and heart the
+existence of which she had never before even suspected, and she made up
+her mind that she had thought Davy a burden because she had never really
+understood him.
+
+As to the boys--well, they made a hero of Davy, and the "Mystic Nine"
+became the "Mystic Ten," by the admission to membership of the shy,
+freckled-faced boy who was always at the bottom of his classes.
+
+And affection and encouragement brightened up Davy's wits so much that
+he ceased before long to occupy that unenviable and lowly position, and
+astonished his teacher by his rapid progress.
+
+No punishment was ever meted out to old Sim; but it is scarcely
+necessary to say that the boys were careful to let him severely alone
+after that memorable Saturday on which Davy became a hero.
+
+
+
+
+THE BLIND GIRL AND THE SPRING.
+
+BY SYDNEY GREY.
+
+
+  Yes, it is true that I am blind (it was not always thus),
+  But oft it comes into my mind how God can comfort us.
+  For if, of some good gift bereft, we bend before His will,
+  He ever has a blessing left which should our sorrows still.
+  This very morn I found it so; scarce had the day begun,
+  Ere with small, pattering, restless feet that hither swiftly run,
+  The children came in joyous mood, and shouted, "Spring is here!"
+  And when they led me through the wood, I knew that she was near.
+  I felt her breath upon my cheek, and while we walked along,
+  A thousand times I heard her speak the rustling leaves among,
+  In tones as though a harp had thrilled beneath an angel's touch,
+  And all my soul with rapture filled: yet when I said as much,
+  The others laughed and whispered low, "Nay, nay, it is the wind!"
+  To them perhaps it might be so; but, ah! if folks are blind,
+  They learn in every sound that floats around their pathway dark--
+  The breeze, the brook, the glad bird-notes--some hidden voice to mark.
+  Therefore, when spring begins to don her garments fresh and gay,
+  Because I cannot look upon her beauty day by day,
+  Nor see the pointed crocus flame above the garden mold,
+  Nor watch the snowy tips that frame the daisy's heart of gold;
+  Because unto my longing eyes may never be displayed
+  The changeful glory of the skies, warm shine and soothing shade,
+  Nor the great sun's far-reaching rays which crown the day with light,
+  Nor yet the star-lit purple haze that comes before the night;
+  She breathes the tender tale to me, in accents clear and plain,
+  Until I nearly rend the veil and see it all again.
+  And though I'm blind, I know quite well, when to the woods we go,
+  The place to find the wild bluebell, and where the lilies blow;
+  Shy violets tell me, as I pass, their buds are at my feet,
+  And through the lengthening meadow-grass run murmurs soft and sweet.
+  Oh! I thank God that He doth bring such daily joy to me,
+  For even I can welcome spring, like happy girls who see.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+How to Make A Canvas Canoe,
+
+(_Concluded._)
+
+BY E. T. LITTLEWOOD.
+
+
+The covering is best made of what is known as "crash," strong and close.
+It must be wide enough to go completely under the canoe, and can be had
+about 5 ft. wide, which will be quite wide enough. Seven yards of it
+will be sufficient.
+
+To put on the canvas, turn the canoe over. Lay the canvas with the
+centre line along the keel. Stretch it well by pulling at each end, and
+tack it through the middle at the extreme ends with a few tacks in a
+temporary manner. Put in temporary tacks along the gunwale at moderate
+intervals, stretching slightly, and endeavor to get rid of all folds.
+
+Begin in the middle and work toward the ends, and always pull straight
+away from the keel, and not along the gunwale. Then put in a second set
+of tacks half way between the first set of tacks on one side, pulling
+fairly tight. Then, on the other side, put in tacks opposite to the
+latter, pulling as tightly as possible.
+
+The best way to do this is to seize the canvas with a pair of pincers,
+so that on pulling you can get the head of the pincers just over the
+gunwale, when they can be used as a lever to give an extra pull. A tack
+may then be put in on the outside of the gunwale; half-inch galvanized
+tacks will do.
+
+Now remove the temporary set of tacks. To get rid of folds, which will
+not occur along the keel, but along the gunwale, keep bisecting the
+distance between two consecutive tacks by another tack, so that the
+canvas is equally loose on each side of it, always now pulling the
+canvas as tightly as possible.
+
+In this way the folds will disappear, and the canvas be stretched tight
+and well-fastened to the gunwale. Leave that portion within a foot of
+each end untacked.
+
+Next cut away all that portion which projects beyond the stem and
+stern-post; turn the edges in, and tack along the edges at moderate
+distances.
+
+Bisect these distances, and these again, till you have a very close row
+of tacks, as in Fig. 12. Pull fairly tight, but not too tight, and do
+not use pincers for this part; quarter-inch tacks will be best.
+
+The ends may be cut out and put on, lapping the edges over the side, as
+shown in Fig. 12, and enough canvas will be left to fill the part along
+the sides of the well, into which the canvas should be tacked with a
+fine row of tacks, afterward being stretched over the gunwale. The canoe
+will now be completely covered in except the well.
+
+Before putting on the top, however, give the lower part outside a good
+coating of boiled linseed-oil. This will be most of it absorbed into the
+canvas. The same may be done afterward with the top.
+
+When this is dry--that is, after two or three days--give another good
+coating of the same. Then paint the canoe according to taste. Two coats
+for the bottom will be advisable, and paint which will stand water well
+should be used. It would be well to paint the framework with one coat
+before covering.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Make a stretcher (Fig. 13) for the feet, of half-inch board, and slips
+to fit it into (Fig. 10), with stops on the floor. Also, a backboard of
+half-inch board, to correspond (Fig. 14). Each piece in the latter may
+be 18x4 inches. They should be nailed into two cross-pieces behind, so
+as to form a hollow for back, and should be placed two inches apart,
+to allow a space for the spine.
+
+I prefer myself to fit in the backboard by means of stops on the floor
+and back of the well, making it keep one position, and that at a
+considerable slope, and have not found a swinging backboard so
+comfortable as some appear to have done.
+
+For the paddle, for which I think about 7 feet 6 inches long over all
+is a good length, take a light, clean piece of yellow pine, or fir,
+1-1/2 x 1-1/4 inches, not more, and 6 feet long. In the ends of this cut
+slots 6 inches long, each to receive two pear-shaped pieces of very
+light half-inch plank, 1 foot 3 inches by 8 inches. Nail them through
+with copper nails, if possible. The blades should be at right angles
+to the thickest direction of the handle.
+
+Before nailing in, shave down the handle from an oval of 1-1/2 x 1-1/4
+inches for 2 feet of the middle to an oval of about 1-1/8 x 7/8 inches
+near the beginning of the blades.
+
+The handle should have its full thickness at the beginning of the blade,
+but should be well tapered off along the blade, so as to be quite thin
+at its middle, where it ends. It should have its full breadth across the
+breadth of the blade. The blade itself may be shaved off thinner toward
+the edges.
+
+I do not think that for ordinary purposes any strip of copper or tin
+need be put round the blade, and the weight is increased by using.
+
+The great thing about a paddle is that it should be as light as
+possible, and, if it appears able to stand it, it may be reduced still
+further. It may be painted or varnished, all but two feet in the middle.
+I find no rings on the paddles necessary.
+
+A short strip nailed outside the gunwale in the middle of the canoe is a
+good thing; it prevents wear from the paddle, and forms something to
+catch hold of in lifting the canoe.
+
+A short outer keel is also a good thing at each end to prevent wear; but
+in making holes for the nails through the canvas into the keel care must
+be taken to turn in the edges round each hole, to tack with a close
+circle of tacks, and paint well, so as to render the place water-tight.
+
+An apron is seldom wanted, but may be made of canvas rendered waterproof
+with boiled oil, if desired.
+
+It is well to fasten some inflated bladders in each end, so as to make
+the canoe a diminutive lifeboat, in case of an upset or of a hole being
+knocked in her.
+
+The canoe will now be ready for launching. The owner should learn to put
+her carefully into the water and take her out by himself--to carry her
+on his shoulder.
+
+Superfluous wood may be cut from the central parts of the shapes, and
+also from along the keel toward the ends before covering. The floor
+forms a considerable item in the weight, consequently this should be
+made no wider or thicker than necessary. In paddling, learn to reach
+well forward and back, with a good swing of the body from side to side.
+
+Such a canoe as described will be found to wear well, and one made by
+myself for a friend two years ago is now in use, and quite water-tight.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE PARTRIDGE DRUMS.
+
+
+"When I first came to Canada," says a writer from that locality,
+"I found there were various opinions as to the method of making the
+sound. One man, who read a great deal, but rarely went into the woods,
+said that the sound was produced by the bird's voice. Some of the
+hunters told me that the bird struck its wings on the log, and others
+that it struck them together over its back.
+
+"I did not give much heed to the bookman's explanation, for all the
+woodmen laughed at it. I soon learned to discredit also the idea that
+the bird thumped the log with its wings, because whether it stood on a
+stump or a stone, a rotten log or solid timber, the sound was always the
+same. Lastly, I did not believe that the wings were struck together,
+because, when a pigeon or rooster strikes its wings together, the sound
+is always a sharp crack. At length, after watching the bird carefully,
+I came to the conclusion that it drums by beating the air only.
+
+"It is not an easy matter to get sight of a partridge when he is
+drumming, but I managed to do it by crawling on my hands and knees
+toward the bird, lying still while he was quiet, and only moving forward
+when he renewed his noisy courtship; for it is only to woo and win his
+mate that Sir Ruffled Grouse indulges in these musical exercises.
+
+"In this way I contrived to come within twenty feet without alarming
+him. Through the alder thicket I could just see his shapely form,
+strutting about like a turkey cock; then for a moment he stood upright,
+with his feathers lying close.
+
+"Suddenly his wings flashed, and at the same moment I heard the loud
+thump. Then for a few seconds he stood looking about as though nothing
+had happened; but presently came a second flash and thump, and others
+followed at lessening intervals, until at last the serenade rolled a way
+like the galloping of horses or the rumbling of distant thunder."
+
+
+
+
+FROGS AND TADPOLES.
+
+BY E. S.
+
+
+It is very interesting in the spring to watch the gradual development of
+a frog from the egg, through the tadpole stage of its existence, till at
+last it assumes its final form.
+
+The old frogs emerge from their winter hiding-places in the mud, early
+in the spring, and during April their eggs may be found floating on
+almost every stagnant pond.
+
+A group of these eggs in their early stages of development looks like a
+mass of clear white jelly, containing numbers of black specks, each of
+which is really the germ of the future tadpole.
+
+In order to watch the development, a group of the eggs should be taken
+and put in a shallow vessel of water, which, if kept in the house,
+should have a bell-glass, or some other covering, over it, to keep out
+the dust.
+
+The jelly-like mass which envelopes the future tadpole is so clear that
+all its changes can be easily watched.
+
+First the head appears, then a flat tail, and in course of time the
+nostrils, mouth and large eyes, till at length the completed tadpole
+bursts open its gelatinous covering, and apparently not in the least
+embarrassed by its new surroundings, begins swimming briskly about,
+looking for something to eat.
+
+The time occupied in hatching varies in different countries, according
+to the climate, from four days to a month.
+
+The following stages are even more interesting, especially for those who
+can take advantage of the transparency of the parts to watch the
+circulation of the blood through a microscope.
+
+The body of the tadpole gradually gets broader, while the tail gets
+thinner and thinner, till it finally disappears altogether; but before
+that happens, its place has been taken by two hind legs, which first
+appear under the skin and then gradually push their way through.
+
+The fore legs next appear, and so on through all the stages of
+development, till in a longer or shorter time, according to the amount
+of warmth, light and food it can obtain, the complete frog appears.
+
+But woe betide the unfortunate tadpole which, first of the shoal,
+attains to the dignity of possessing limbs, for so ferocious are the
+later ones, and so jealous of their precocious little brother, that they
+almost always fall upon him, and not content with killing, never rest
+till every morsel of him is eaten.
+
+And unless several of the tadpoles assume their final change about the
+same time, this proceeding is repeated till their numbers are very
+considerably diminished, or, as sometimes happens, till only one
+survivor is left, who, having helped to eat all his brethren, instead of
+meeting with his deserts, is allowed to live on in peace, till some day,
+in the course of his walks abroad, he, in his turn, is snapped up as a
+delicate morsel by some hungry snake or water-fowl.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  BE HONEST AND TRUE.
+
+  By George Birdseye.
+
+
+      Be honest and true, boys!
+      Whatever you do, boys,
+  Let this be your motto through life.
+      Both now and forever,
+      Be this your endeavor,
+  When wrong with the right is at strife.
+
+      The best and the truest,
+      Alas! are the fewest;
+  But be one of these if you can.
+      In duty ne'er fail; you
+      Will find 'twill avail you,
+  And bring its reward when a man.
+
+      Don't think life plain sailing;
+      There's danger of failing,
+  Though bright seem the future to be;
+      But honor and labor,
+      And truth to your neighbor,
+  Will bear you safe over life's sea.
+
+      Then up and be doing,
+      Right only pursuing,
+  And take your fair part in the strife.
+      Be honest and true, boys,
+      Whatever you do, boys,
+  Let this be your motto through life!
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 22._]
+
+             IN SEARCH of HIMSELF.
+
+         A Tale of Dangerous Adventure.
+
+              BY GEORGE H. COOMER,
+
+        Author Of "Arthur Summers," Etc.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+RALPH MAKES A FRIEND.
+
+Ralph had need of all his courage, as he realized what was before him.
+In a low, swampy spot, close under a pile of rock and earth, that rose
+out of it like a wall, was an animal such as he had never met with until
+this moment, although he instinctively guessed what it must be.
+
+The creature appeared to be in a complete frenzy of rage. It was covered
+with mud and water, and with furious motions was trampling down the
+long, rank grass which grew about the place.
+
+"A wild boar!" uttered our young friend to himself, with his heart
+leaping to his throat, as his glance took in the sharp back, the high
+shoulders, and the immense tusks that curved from the jaws like
+cimetars.
+
+He had seen pictures of such animals, but had never dreamed how
+startling the reality would be.
+
+The boar seemed to direct his fury against the ledge which formed the
+boundary of the muddy and grassy place where he was raging about; and
+looking a little above the savage brute, Ralph perceived a something
+which appeared like a human form in some manner confined among the
+rocks. He thought the body looked as if partially under a big stone that
+held it down.
+
+Instantly the thought came to him:
+
+"It must be that a man has got caught there under a rock, which he has
+pulled down upon himself in trying to clamber up."
+
+Just as this thought entered his mind, he saw the boar give a fearful
+spring and fall back with what seemed a strip of clothing between his
+jaws.
+
+The position of the imprisoned man must be awful, and there was not a
+moment to lose. The next spring might be more successful.
+
+The fierce jaws clashed together with a startling sound, and the huge
+head was shaken, as if the frenzy of the monster was increased by the
+possession of that bit of rag.
+
+The prisoner gave another wild cry, and Ralph responded, with all the
+strength of his lungs:
+
+"I'll help you! I'll help you!"
+
+He was too far off for a successful shot, but he hoped by firing to
+attract the animal's attention from the man to himself, and then, in
+case of need, he might retreat into some one of the trees among which he
+was then standing.
+
+So, taking the best aim he could, he fired both barrels in quick
+succession. But the boar, except by a furious toss of the head and a
+single terrible "_Whoosh!_" paid not the slightest attention to him.
+
+Indeed, the efforts of the animal to reach the intended victim became,
+if possible, more frantic than ever; and Ralph guessed that once, at
+least, the tusks came in contact with some part of the poor captive's
+body.
+
+"I can do nothing in this way," he said to himself. "The man will be
+torn in pieces before my eyes. I must make a bold move and take my
+chance."
+
+Between himself and the scene of danger there was neither rock nor tree,
+but only the shallow mud and water, and the rank grass. The venture
+would be a desperate one, but nothing less would save the man from a
+terrible death.
+
+[Illustration:
+"RALPH'S LEGS WERE KNOCKED FROM UNDER HIM BY THE WEIGHT
+OF THE HUGE BODY, SO THAT HE FELL AT FULL LENGTH IN THE MUD."]
+
+Ralph had about him shells containing charges of all descriptions,
+from fine shot to bullets. Quickly throwing open his breech-loader, he
+slipped a ball cartridge into one barrel and a heavy charge of buckshot
+into the other.
+
+Then springing forward, he went splashing across the morass, with the
+mud and water almost up to his knees.
+
+"I am no marksman," he thought, as he strode rapidly on, "and shall have
+to get close to him to hit him; but if he should come at me, I shall
+have my second barrel, besides a plenty of shells."
+
+There was some reassurance in this thought, especially as he had two of
+the spare shells in his hand, ready for use in case of need.
+
+At a distance of only six rods from the enraged animal, he stopped and
+brought up his gun.
+
+The boar was not still for an instant, but rushing about in its efforts
+to get up the rock. He had certainly struck the man, for there was blood
+on the rock and on the savage tusks. This probably rendered him all the
+more eager.
+
+"I'll try the buckshot first," thought Ralph, "for they'll scatter a
+little, and some of them must hit him."
+
+He ranged between the two barrels, and pulled. "Bang!" sounded the
+report. "Whoosh!" uttered the boar, stopping short in his efforts
+against the rock, and turning his whole attention upon the intruder.
+Doubtless he was hit, but perhaps not mortally.
+
+Ralph's gun was again at his face. "Bang!" This time the single ball was
+sent, but through the smoke of the discharge he saw that the boar was
+rushing upon him.
+
+An interval of six rods, and a wild hog, six feet long, bounding over it
+with clashing jaws! How the breech-loader sprang open, and how the two
+spare charges went into it! What if Ralph had not held them all ready in
+his hand?
+
+"Bang! bang!" The boar's head was not three feet from the muzzle as the
+second barrel was fired. The monster's impetus carried him on with a
+plunge; and the young hero's legs were knocked from under him by the
+weight of the huge body, so that he fell at full length in the mud.
+
+For an instant he believed himself lost, and while scrambling to his
+feet he expected to feel the sweep of those sword-like tusks.
+
+But there was no longer any danger; the last discharge had done its work
+to perfection, and with his knees bent under him, the boar lay just as
+he had plowed into the mire, having not even rolled over.
+
+Picking up his gun, Ralph hurried to assist the person on the rock, whom
+he had already seen to be a negro, and whom he now found to be held down
+by a large stone, which lay upon his legs, he having doubtless pulled it
+from a position above in his frantic efforts to escape from his pursuer.
+
+The confined black could not help himself; but Ralph succeeded, without
+much difficulty, in relieving him from the heavy weight.
+
+The stone could not have slipped more than two or three feet, for the
+negro was not much injured by it, although it had held him so firmly.
+He had the marks of the animal's tusks on one of his legs; but the wound
+was not a dangerous one. Ralph bound his handkerchief around it, and
+felt very glad to find that the poor fellow was almost as good as new.
+
+Finding himself able to walk, and seeming to realize how much he owed to
+his young rescuer, the stout negro grasped the boy's right hand in both
+his own, and with tears glistening in his eyes, uttered a number of
+rapid sentences, only a few words of which Ralph could understand, but
+which were evidently the outpourings of gratitude.
+
+Still, there was in his manner an appearance of apprehension, as if he
+feared that the lad might not be alone. He would glance furtively about,
+like one who is expecting an enemy; and it was plain that he was
+meditating a retreat.
+
+Back of the rocks there was dry, firm land; and in this direction he
+looked, as if desirous of moving off.
+
+Ralph recalled the conversation which he had heard the day before about
+the runaway slave.
+
+"This man may be Jumbo himself," he thought. "I'll try to make him
+understand me."
+
+Then, looking kindly in the negro's face, he said, in Spanish:
+
+"I think you are Jumbo. I am only a boy, and I am all alone. You are
+free; you can go where you will."
+
+And he pointed to the deep, free woods.
+
+Ralph had great difficulty in getting out this amount of Castilian; but
+the negro, whose own command of that language seemed to be of the most
+meagre description, comprehended his meaning. He took the spirit, if not
+the words.
+
+A grateful expression came over his dark face, and again he clasped the
+boy's hand, with the same flow of mingled African and Spanish upon his
+tongue.
+
+Ralph bade him a kind good-by, and he walked away into the forest,
+waving his sable hand with a gesture full of feeling as he disappeared.
+
+Our young sailor now proceeded to examine the animal he had killed.
+
+It is said that the timid man is afraid before the danger, the coward
+during it, and the brave man after it. Ralph was afraid after it.
+
+He felt a kind of weakness about the knees, and wondered that he had not
+noticed it before. He remembered how the bristles had stood up on the
+boar's back, how the savage jaws had clashed together, and how he had
+seen the tusks standing out like long knives as the creature came
+straight for him.
+
+Now how grim the monster looked as he lay in the mud and water, just
+where he had dropped dead--not on his side, but with the legs doubled
+under him, and the stout, hoggish ears sticking up like ears of corn.
+
+"The next thing is to find my pony," thought Ralph. "Let's see--which
+way did I come? Here are my tracks. I must have come out of that thicket
+yonder."
+
+Then, looking about him, he saw another line of tracks, and, going to
+examine it, perceived that it was where the boar had chased the black
+man across the morass. Most of the negro's footprints were lost in those
+of the hog.
+
+Almost at the moment in which Ralph reached his pony, he heard the
+report of a gun at some distance, and guessed that Mr. Arthur was coming
+in search of him. He answered the signal, and the planter, who had
+become anxious for his safety, soon made his appearance.
+
+"I had begun to be really alarmed about you," said Mr. Arthur, "and
+feared I should have to go back and summon assistance in the search. If
+you had not heard my gun, I should have missed you, for I was just about
+to turn in the opposite direction."
+
+"Oh, I am sorry I have given you all this trouble!" said Ralph. "It is
+too bad. But you can't think what I have killed! I am glad you have
+come, so that I can show you."
+
+"Why, how wet and muddy you are!" said the planter, "and how your
+clothes are torn! For heaven's sake! where have you been?"
+
+Ralph related his adventure, and told how the black man had gone into
+the forest.
+
+"I would not have had you take such a risk for all I am worth!" said Mr.
+Arthur. "What would your father say if he knew of it?"
+
+"But the man couldn't get away, and the boar might have got at him
+before I could have had a chance to bring any one else here," replied
+Ralph.
+
+"Yes, I know; but it was a fearful risk. No doubt the man was the
+runaway that I was speaking of to Mr. Osborne. At least, I should judge
+so from your description. Osborne would have detained him, of course;
+but I am not sorry that you made no such attempt. I should have been
+tempted to let him go myself."
+
+It was a great relief to Ralph to find that Mr. Arthur took this view of
+the matter--a very singular one, he thought, for the owner of five or
+six hundred slaves; yet, from what he had seen of his kind friend, he
+was not surprised at it.
+
+The planter was curious to visit the scene of the adventure, and, with
+some difficulty, they made their way to the place.
+
+"Why, Ralph," he exclaimed, looking at the dead animal, and then at the
+surroundings of the spot, "it is fearful! Had I known what you were
+about, I should have given you up for lost. Not a tree within twenty
+rods of you! Suppose you had failed to kill him? It frightens me to
+think of it!"
+
+Going to the ledge beyond, they saw where the negro had scrambled up
+with muddy feet, and where the sharp hoofs of the boar had scratched
+long lines on the rock.
+
+It was easy to see how the large, loose stone, which had prevented the
+fugitive's escape, had slipped from its place as he tried to climb
+over it.
+
+"Well, well," said Mr. Arthur, "you ought to have one good friend in the
+forest, and I guess you have! I don't think that poor fellow will ever
+forget you."
+
+Ralph felt that this was pay enough, even though the friend was only a
+poor negro, whom he might never see again.
+
+And now, leaving the huge game where it had fallen, he accompanied the
+good planter back to the little village of huts, where Mrs. Arthur and
+Camilla were awaiting them in some anxiety.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+OUR SAILOR BOY DISLIKES MR. OSBORNE.
+
+"Oh, how dreadful!" exclaimed Camilla, as she listened to the recital of
+what had taken place.
+
+"I am thinking of his mother," said Mrs. Arthur, "and I am so
+thankful--so thankful--that he is safe!"
+
+Mr. Osborne took a very practical view of the matter.
+
+"You could have kept the negro, I suppose," he said, "as you had your
+gun; but then it might not have been very easy to get him anywhere, you
+being a boy."
+
+"I didn't wish to _get him anywhere_," replied Ralph. "I wished him to
+go where he liked."
+
+"Of course; it wasn't your business to catch runaway negroes," said the
+overseer, "and you did perfectly right. Only I wish I could have been
+there. Did he seem to be afraid of you?"
+
+"No, sir; I laid down my gun."
+
+"Suppose he had taken it up?"
+
+"I never thought of such a thing, sir; I was trying to help him, and he
+knew it."
+
+"I wouldn't have trusted him," remarked the overseer.
+
+"I did trust him, sir; or, rather, I didn't think anything about it.
+I wanted to stop his leg from bleeding."
+
+"Was he in a hurry to be off after you had fixed him up?"
+
+"He looked uneasy, as if afraid that somebody else might come before he
+could get away."
+
+"Perhaps he expected you to take up your gun and order him to march for
+his old quarters?"
+
+"I don't know how that was," said Ralph; "but the gun lay all the while
+where he could have taken it up if he would."
+
+"What did you say to him?"
+
+"I told him he was free. And it almost made me cry to see how grateful
+he appeared for what I had done. I hope he has some good place to
+stay in."
+
+"No danger," said the overseer; "he has a good enough place for this
+climate, and lives on the fat of the land, besides. I think some of my
+negroes could go straight to him within the next two hours, but they
+won't tell."
+
+"And do they never run away, too?" asked Ralph.
+
+"Yes; but I have generally got them back. Sometimes they are arrested by
+the Spanish soldiers, if they venture out of the woods; and sometimes,
+when they keep in their hiding-places, I track them out myself."
+
+"And do you whip them when you get them back?"
+
+"Of course I do; that teaches them better than to risk it again."
+
+Somehow, Ralph did not like Mr. Osborne; for, besides that it was hard
+to help associating him with the cruel office he occupied, there was a
+something in him as an individual which repelled the boy's quick,
+intuitive sympathies. Practically he might be better than most
+overseers, but how could he be otherwise under a superior like Mr.
+Arthur?
+
+Ralph had brought in the parrots and paroquets that he had shot, for he
+had not forgotten them on remounting his pony, and he now took off their
+skins in a very artistic manner, leaving the beautiful plumage almost
+unruffled, much to the delight of Camilla, who thanked him for his
+thoughtfulness of her.
+
+Upon the journey homeward, the two spotted ponies, keeping close
+together, galloped, trotted or walked, according to the fancies of their
+riders or the variations of the road, while the horses of the older
+people jogged more steadily.
+
+"I wonder," said Camilla, "if Jumbo will not often think of you? I know
+he will, though--he cannot help it."
+
+"I hope he will," said Ralph; "and I hope, too, that he will not suffer.
+Your father does not seem at all anxious to get him back."
+
+"Oh, no! papa does not care for his running away. He says that if the
+revolution should succeed, the new government would free all the slaves,
+and he is willing that this should be done. Somehow, he is a slaveholder
+against his will."
+
+"Do you like Mr. Osborne?" asked Ralph.
+
+"Not very well. Papa has a high opinion of him as an overseer, but I do
+think that even papa himself is not quite satisfied with all that was
+done while we were away in the United States."
+
+"The revolutionists appear to ruin a great many sugar plantations," said
+Ralph. "Do you ever feel afraid of being molested?"
+
+"Yes, mamma and I do, because they sometimes come very near us; but papa
+says he does not think there is any danger. They know what his
+sentiments are; besides, he is an _Americano_, and they have a great
+respect for _los Americanos_."
+
+"And isn't he afraid, then, of the Spanish government?"
+
+"No; he takes no active part on either side; only his feelings are with
+the liberal party. I think papa is not much of a politician."
+
+"I know how he feels," said Ralph; "he is good and kind, and wants
+everybody to be free. He is one of the best men I ever saw."
+
+"He really is!" exclaimed Camilla, enthusiastically. "He is just as good
+as any one _can_ be. And," she added, with childlike earnestness, "he
+likes you ever so much, too."
+
+Ralph was perfectly happy upon this ride; and when the party reached
+home, it was to be greeted by the unaffected welcome of the negroes,
+old and young, who were evidently much attached to their master and his
+household. The parrots chattered, and the song-birds sang, while the
+odor of the orange blossoms was well in keeping with the rest.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+A NEW PROPOSITION.
+
+Next day the planter and his young guest visited the city, and returned
+with Captain Weston. He was thrilled by the story of Ralph's encounter
+with the wild boar. It shocked him to think how narrowly a dreadful
+calamity had been escaped, and he all the while attending to his
+ordinary duties, in ignorance of the danger.
+
+"Captain," said Mr. Arthur, as they sat conversing together after
+reaching the plantation, "I have a proposition to make. Why not let
+Ralph remain with me till your return from Philadelphia? I may take a
+journey or two about the island within the next few weeks, upon
+business, and probably he would enjoy going with me. It would give him
+an opportunity to see more of Cuba than he is likely to see in any other
+way."
+
+"I don't know what his mother would say," replied the captain. "She
+expects me to bring him home, and I am afraid she would be troubled
+about it. Besides, I like to have him with me, though I know you would
+take every care of him."
+
+"I understand your feelings," said the planter; "but my wife is about
+writing to Mrs. Weston concerning the debt of gratitude we owe him; and
+should you consent to his remaining, I think her letter will place the
+matter in such a light as to remove any objection on his mother's part."
+
+Mrs. Arthur seconded her husband very earnestly.
+
+"You cannot think how much we would enjoy having him here," she said.
+"He has such a kind, lovable nature, and is so bright and active. I do
+hope it may be arranged that he may stay."
+
+Captain Weston revolved the matter seriously, and concluded at length
+that it should be left to Ralph's decision. What that decision would be
+he could have had very little doubt, as he glanced toward the boy and
+girl who were at that moment enjoying a swing under an orange tree of
+unusual size, the vibrations of the rope occasionally bringing down some
+of the golden fruit.
+
+Ralph was in ecstasies at the proposition, and Camilla's bright face
+lighted up with a pleasure that she did not try to conceal.
+
+"Oh, how nice it will be!" she said. "I am so glad you are to remain."
+
+A soft flush leaped to her cheeks as she spoke, and her beautiful eyes
+expressed an artlessness that was very bewitching.
+
+So it was settled that Ralph should remain in Cuba during the two months
+which would probably elapse before the return of the Cristoval Colon to
+Santiago. His mother (for he could not have endured to think of Mrs.
+Weston in any other light) would be comforted by the knowledge that he
+was in such good hands. And then how much he would have to tell her when
+he should go home!
+
+Captain Weston was greatly pleased with the plantation and its
+management. He had seen much of Cuba, but never anything of this kind
+which appeared so satisfactory. He walked and rode with the planter,
+smoked his cigar with him, and admired his kind treatment of his slaves.
+
+After a tarry of two days, he returned to the city, accompanied by the
+planter and Ralph.
+
+As the latter mounted the side of the Cristoval Colon, he met a merry
+welcome from the tars, some of whom threw out sly innuendoes in their
+sailor style about pearls and pearl-divers, but he did not permit their
+harmless jokes to annoy him.
+
+After a pleasant visit, Mr. Arthur returned to the plantation; but Ralph
+did not accompany him, as he desired to remain some days with his father
+during the vessel's brief stay in port.
+
+He was not a boy who was afraid of work, and now, putting on his
+everyday rig, he applied himself with a light heart to the duties of the
+ship, lying stoutly back upon the slack of the tackle, while the sailors
+hoisted the heavy articles of the cargo, or running aloft to loose the
+sails for drying after the drenching night dews, and assisting to furl
+them at evening.
+
+"That boy is smart," old Jack Evans would say to his shipmates. "He is
+the best fellow for a captain's son I ever fell in with; he is always
+looking for something to do."
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+OLD JACK SEES A REMEMBERED FACE.
+
+One evening, when Ralph went into the forecastle, he found Jack alone
+there. The old sailor had just been overhauling his sea-chest, and had
+in his hand the baby's shoe which he had so long carried for good luck.
+
+"I was just looking at it," he said, "because to-day I came across the
+father of that identical baby. I hadn't seen him for about sixteen
+years, but I knew him in a minute. He was puffing his cigar, just as he
+used to do about the decks of the Moro Castle."
+
+"What!" exclaimed Ralph, "the very man? Oh, how I wish I had been with
+you! Who is he, and where does he live?"
+
+"That I don't know," replied Jack. "Of course, he didn't know me, and I
+hadn't a very good chance to introduce myself. He was jabbering with a
+lot of other Spaniards on a corner, with his _caramba_ and his _como
+esta usted_, so that I didn't feel like going up to him with a yarn
+about a baby's shoe. Which way he went I don't know, for I had to get
+back to the ship."
+
+"When was it?" asked Ralph, with great earnestness.
+
+"It was while I was ashore this noon."
+
+"Why didn't you tell me?" said the boy. "I would have gone right ashore.
+But, no--I couldn't have found him without you. Dear me! I wish I could
+have been with you."
+
+"Why, my lad, it's of no consequence," said Jack. "You seem to think
+more of it than I do."
+
+"But I want to see him," replied Ralph. "I wonder if he is about here
+every day?"
+
+"Likely enough," said Jack. "But I didn't think you cared anything about
+the matter."
+
+"Well, I'm thinking of that baby's shoe," answered Ralph. "It seems so
+queer--the way you got it, and the way you have kept it."
+
+"I know that's odd," said Jack. "I suppose my keeping it is all
+nonsense."
+
+"No, it isn't," said Ralph. "I don't think it is, I'm sure."
+
+"You believe a little in old shoes, then?"
+
+"I believe in _that_ shoe, Jack. I mean to go ashore with you, and have
+a good look for that man."
+
+"But we shouldn't stand much chance of finding him," replied Jack. "I've
+been here in Santiago a number of times, but this is the first time I
+have run across him here."
+
+Ralph looked anxious and excited; but he saw that Jack felt somewhat
+surprised at the interest he took in the matter, and so restrained
+himself.
+
+"After all," he thought, "it may have nothing to do with _me_. Just a
+baby on its passage to the United States. But, then, it was going to
+Philadelphia, and it was a boy baby; and I must have been a baby at the
+same time. I wonder what Jack would say if he knew what I am
+thinking of?"
+
+It would be strange, he thought, if he were really to get track of
+himself in such a way--the first of the tracks being made by that tiny
+shoe in Jack's chest. And then he reflected how improbable it seemed,
+when there were so many babies in the world, that he should have been
+_that_ baby.
+
+"I almost hope the thing will never come to light," he said to himself.
+"Perhaps it is better not to know."
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+IN A MENAGERIE.
+
+
+There is a distinct individuality among tigers, as among ourselves, some
+being gentle and tolerably tractable, while others are fierce, morose,
+and not to be trusted.
+
+In Mr. G. Sanger's menagerie, at Margate, England, there are two
+tigresses which are of exactly opposite characters. Both go by the name
+of "Bessy," there being an extraordinary lack of originality in the
+nomenclature of animals.
+
+The difference may be partly owing to the accident of birth, one having
+been captured while young, and the other born in a menagerie.
+
+One might naturally imagine that the latter would be the better tempered
+of the two, she never having known the freedom of savage life. But, in
+accordance with the invariable rule, the "forest-bred" animal is the
+tamer, those which have been born in captivity being always uncertain in
+their ways, and not to be trusted.
+
+Now, "Bessy the First" is forest bred. The head keeper, Walter
+Stratford, has the most perfect confidence in her, and can take any
+liberties with her.
+
+After I had paid several visits to the menagerie, I thought that she
+began to recognize me, and therefore cultivated her acquaintance. Now,
+as soon as I enter the house, Bessy tries to attract my attention,
+expects to be patted and stroked, her ears to be pulled, and her nose
+rubbed, just as a pet cat would do.
+
+One day I had an unexpected experience with her. Nearly the whole of the
+end of the room is occupied by a huge cage, in which Stratford delights
+in putting all sorts of incongruous animals.
+
+There are several varieties of monkeys, a porcupine, a goat, some
+rabbits and guinea-pigs, a few geese and ducks, four cats,
+a coati-mondi, two raccoons, a jackal, a little white Pomeranian dog
+named Rose, two pigs, and other animals.
+
+Thinking that the goat would like some fresh grass, I went to the lawn,
+gathered a large handful, and brought it to the goat.
+
+Not a blade of that grass did she get. I had hardly held the grass to
+the bars when Rose flew at it, drove the goat away, and literally tore
+the grass out of my hands. Three times did I fetch grass before the goat
+was allowed to eat a blade of it. Ever since that time I have always
+furnished myself with a good supply of grass before visiting these
+animals.
+
+On one occasion I stopped as usual at Bessie's cage, and noticed that
+she stared fixedly at the grass. So I said, jokingly:
+
+"Why, Bessy, you cannot want grass. However, here it is if you want it."
+
+So I put my hand into the cage, and was much surprised by seeing her
+gently scrape the grass out of my hand with her huge paw. Then she lay
+down, gathered the grass between her paws, and licked up every particle
+of it.
+
+When she had finished it, she looked appealingly in my face as if asking
+for another supply; so I brought a fresh handful, the whole of which she
+took in the same dainty way.
+
+Meanwhile Rose was performing the most extraordinary antics at the end
+of the room. She had seen me bring in the grass, and naturally imagined
+that it was intended for her. What with disappointment, and what with
+jealousy, she was simply frantic, barking, yelping, jumping up and down,
+scratching at the bars of the cage, and expressing her outraged feelings
+in the most ludicrous fashion. Now I always give Bessy her allowance of
+grass first, and then take another portion to Rose and the goat.
+
+It is a rather remarkable fact that the carnivora are much more eager
+for the grass than are the deer, camels, antelopes and other vegetable
+feeders.
+
+As to "Bessy the First," she is so fond of Stratford, and places such
+reliance on him, that when she has cubs she will allow him to enter the
+cage, take away the cubs and hand them about among the visitors. In
+fact, she is quite pleased to see that her offspring attract so much
+attention.
+
+Very different is "Bessy the second." She never had a very good temper,
+but was not considered to be a very dangerous animal, until an event
+occurred which completely altered, or, at all events, had an evil
+influence upon her character.
+
+Nearly two years ago, three young lion cubs were in the next cage to
+hers. One day she seemed to be seized with a sudden frenzy, smashed the
+partition between the cages, flew at the cubs, and killed two of them in
+a moment.
+
+The whole attack was so quick and unexpected that Stratford had only
+just time to save the life of the third cub. Since that time she has
+been carefully watched, for when once a lion or a tiger has broken
+through a cage it is apt to repeat the operation.
+
+"Bessy the Second" is restless, morose and suspicious, and if any of the
+animals make a sudden movement, she starts up, stares at them through
+the bars, and often sets up a series of roars, which have the effect of
+causing every lion and tiger in the place to roar for sympathy, so that
+the noise is deafening.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES OF DUMB CREATURES.
+
+
+--Says a naturalist: "We came to a large piece of timber, and while
+passing through it, I had my first experience with the honey-bird of
+South Africa. This curious little bird is, in size and plumage, about
+like an English sparrow, and gets his name from the fact that the little
+fellow, who is very fond of honey, being unable to obtain it for
+himself, will lead men to the places where the wild bees have hidden
+their stores of rich, wild honey. Whenever this bird sees a man, he will
+fly close to him, hovering around, uttering a twittering sound; then he
+will go off in the direction of the place (generally a tree) where the
+honey is, flying backward and forward in a zigzag fashion. Then back he
+will come, twittering in the same manner, as if to say, 'Come along:
+I'll show you where it is.' These actions are repeated until the tree is
+reached, when the bird will indicate it very plainly by flying to it and
+hovering around it. If the distance is great (and sometimes the
+honey-bird will lead a person who is willing to follow a distance of ten
+miles); he will wait on a tree until the follower comes up, and will
+then continue his business of piloting. He is very persistent, and will
+do his best to draw any one on; but if the party is not posted about
+honey-birds, and refuses to follow, or goes in the wrong direction, the
+bird will leave, probably in search of some person who will appreciate
+his efforts to provide him with sweetmeats. While the bees are being
+smoked out, and the honey taken up, the bird will hover in the vicinity
+until the job is done, when of course his reward comes in the shape of a
+feast on the fragments that are left. If he knows of other hives, just
+as soon as one is disposed of he will lead the way to another, and I
+have, since this time, known as many as four trees taken up by a party
+in one day. When the honey-bird has shown one tree, if the hunters are
+satisfied with that, and refuse to follow him further, he leaves them;
+but I have never heard of an instance in which the bird misled any one
+in regard to finding honey. It frequently happens, however, that a
+honey-bird will lead a person into very dangerous places, and unless the
+hunter keeps his eyes about him when following this bird, he may run
+right into a lion, a venomous snake, or some other equally undesirable
+acquaintance."
+
+--A correspondent of a New Orleans paper writes: "Dick was only a big
+toad. The boys found him beside the road one day last summer when the
+June roses were in bloom, and triumphantly deposited him in one of the
+flower-beds, 'to eat the bugs and things off'n the pinks and pansies and
+rosemary; and, besides, you know, mamma, the other boys will throw
+stones at him.' That settled it, and Dick (as they gravely informed me
+they had named him) was left to enjoy his flowery home. Occasionally,
+when cutting flowers, I noticed the exceeding tameness of the little
+creature, and was often assured by the boys, 'Our Dick is the very best
+toad in town.' However, I noticed nothing uncommon until two or three
+weeks after they had brought him home, when I was attracted by their
+peals of laughter, and presently heard them calling, 'Dick, Dick! come,
+Dick!' I slipped out and peeped around the corner of the house, and
+beheld a most comical sight--one of the boys down on his knees, holding
+out his hands and calling to the toad, which was gravely hopping toward
+him, making a peculiar little noise, until he reached the outstretched
+hand, into which he hopped and sat contentedly blinking his bright,
+bulging eyes. After this I noticed the strange pet more closely, and
+found he would always come promptly when his name was called, and seemed
+very grateful when presented with a worm or bug. He would come at any
+kindly call, but showed greatest preference for eight-year-old,
+mischievous Teddy, into whose hand he would always hop, and whom he
+would hop around after as long as he would walk around the flower-bed
+where Dick made his home, but never beyond its limits. And such pansies,
+pinks and other sweet posies I had there!--no cut stem or bitten leaves.
+Dick ate all the floral enemies up that ventured there. When the cold
+days of autumn came upon us, he left us, and we have seen him no more.
+What is the moral of this? Nothing--only that kindness and mercy shown
+to even so humble a creature as a toad will bring pleasures and a sure
+recompense."
+
+--Writing from Tecumseh, Mich., a correspondent sends this: "A few years
+ago our house was infested with a large number of rats, which had taken
+up their abode in a recess of the cellar that had formerly been used as
+a landing-place for a dumb-waiter, but was now filled with odds and ends
+of every description. We had endeavored to rid ourselves of these pests,
+but all our attempts were in vain, and they held their daily matinees as
+usual. On hearing more of a commotion than common, one afternoon,
+I softly opened the cellar door, and, to my amazement, saw nine rats,
+one of which had mounted a box containing potatoes, while the others
+were stretched out in a line leading to their den--the recess before
+mentioned. Now comes the most curious part of my story: The rat that
+stood on the box of potatoes would push a potato over the edge, then the
+rat in line nearest the box would roll the potato to his neighbor, and
+so on with each one till the potato was safely stowed away. I watched
+them for some time, and, seeing the potatoes disappearing rather
+rapidly, I dispersed the earnest workers by a stamp of my foot."
+
+
+
+
+PUZZLEDOM.
+
+NO. CCCLXXVII.
+
+
+Original contributions solicited from _all_. 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.
+
+
+ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S PUZZLES.
+
+
+  No. 1.  Calendar.
+
+  No. 2.  B E S T O W
+          E P A U L E
+          S A C R E D
+          T U R B I D
+          O L E I N E
+          W E D D E D
+
+  No. 3.  Wise-acre.
+
+  No. 4.  C A L A B O O S E
+          A N I M A B L E
+          L I M E R O D
+          A M E N D E
+          B A R D S
+          O B O E
+          O L D
+          S E
+          E
+
+  No. 5.  Mark Tapley.
+
+  No. 6.  M O C H E S
+          O T I O S E
+          C I C U T A
+          H O U D A H
+          E S T A T E
+          S E A H E N
+
+  No. 7.  Good-humored.
+
+  No. 8.      F A I R S
+             A B N E T S
+            I N T A I L S
+           R E A L L I E D
+          S T I L E T T O S
+            S L I T H E R
+              S E T E E
+                D O R
+                  S
+
+  No. 9.  Byrnehc, Pygmalion, Traddles.
+
+  No. 10.  G R A T I S
+           R E V E S T
+           A V E N E R
+           T E N U R E
+           I S E R I N
+           S T R E N E
+
+  No. 11.  Cover-shame.
+
+  No. 12.
+
+       H U M E C T A T I O N
+         P O L I A N I T E
+           B A T T E N S
+             S E T A E
+               D O R
+                 O
+
+
+NEW PUZZLES.
+
+
+NO. 1. NUMERICAL.
+
+      When trees and fields _complete_
+        Their garbs of green;
+      When birds and flowers sweet
+        Again are seen,
+  And airy zephyrs murmur by,
+  My 5, 4, 3 and 6 soars high.
+
+      Oh! how I'm in a state
+        Of agitation,
+      6, 1 and 2 I get
+        An inspiration.
+  'Twill be in vain--in vain my lay,
+  For spring will then have flown away.
+
+_Villanova, Pa._       VILLANOVA.
+
+
+NO. 2. SQUARE.
+
+1. The young of the great black-backed gull. 2. To come. 3. Carves.
+4. Granters. 5. To entirely destroy (_Obs._) 6. To grow smaller.
+
+  _Rochester, N.Y._       EGERTON.
+
+
+NO. 3. CHARADE.
+
+  _Prime_ not, ye fair ladies, or gentlemen wise.
+    To disbelieve what for your fortune will prove;
+  _Next total_, not gold, should select as a prize,
+    _Three_, friends, to the right, and marry for love.
+
+  _Danville, Va._         ALEDA.
+
+
+NO. 4. PENTAGON.
+
+1. A letter. 2. The pulp of fruit. 3. A shrub of the genus _Corylus_.
+4. The Brazil nut. 5. Deep blue colors. 6. Contrite. 7. A detached
+bastion (_Fort._) 8. To admit extension. 9. Rigid.
+
+  _Haverhill, Mass._        PYGMY.
+
+
+NO. 5. MUTATION.
+
+  Like a hawk that pounces on its prey,
+  Swift as lightning on a summer day,
+  Through the stillness of the air you came,
+  Without life, and more--without a name.
+  Man has called you _whole_--perhaps you are
+  Dross ejected from some brilliant star!
+  But methinks the spheres their place will yield
+  ERE TO TIME your mystery is revealed.
+
+  _Newark, N.J._      DEMOSTHENES.
+
+
+NO. 6. SQUARE.
+
+1. Gaps. 2. By reason of this. 3. A fleet of vessels. 4. A sort of
+flying fish. 5. A title addressed to a lady. 6. The principal gold coin
+of ancient Greece.
+
+  _East Brady, Pa._       ST. ELMO.
+
+
+NO. 7. CHARADE.
+
+  Come here, my _second_--lose no time;
+    _First_ lively, don't procrastinate;
+  Although, my _all_, I'll spare no pains
+    To render you less obdurate.
+
+  My _all_! Yet truly as a _last_
+    I've learned to look upon my boy:
+  Most true it is, 'tis but a _one_
+    From sad distrust to life of joy!
+
+  _First_ dame, indeed, I would not be
+    Held in my _second's_ inmost thought;
+  Transmuted by love's magic power,
+    My _all_ my _last_ is, without doubt.
+
+  _Woburn, Mass._     GLEN COTTAGE.
+
+
+NO. 8. HALF SQUARE.
+
+1. Concise. 2. Birds resembling thrushes. 3. A poisonous substance
+composed of minute fungi. 4. Forms. 5. Kinds of liquor. 6. An iron chain
+(_Obs._) 7. Exists. 8. A letter.
+
+  _Boston, Mass._         PI ETA.
+
+
+NO. 9. NUMERICAL.
+
+  The _whole_ is a thing that drives away harm,
+  Defined by dear Webster as "a charm;"
+  My 5, 6, 2, 3, 3 is by the same called "not much;"
+  My 6, 7, 8, a "vassal," "subject," "person," or such:
+  My 5, 2, 3, 1 is "taste," "savor," or "a sailor;"
+  My 1, 2, 4, 3 of a coat is oft shortened by a tailor.
+
+  Now I think you have all you require to solve this numerical;
+  If not, I will tell you the _whole_ relates to nothing clerical.
+
+  _N.Y. city._          ATELLO.
+
+
+NO. 10. SQUARE.
+
+1. Barley-water. 2. A small particle. 3. A fine white powder or earth,
+without taste or smell. 4. A paved way. 5. To convey or transfer.
+6. Tidier.
+
+  _Chicago, Ill._         U. REKA.
+
+
+NO. 11. ANAGRAM.
+
+TOM, THESE MEN CRITICISE COMMON RATES.
+
+  The law's strong arm and stern decree
+  Are turned against monopoly;
+  Justice and equal rights for all
+  Be ours though the heavens fall!
+
+  _Hazleton, Pa._       P. O. STAGE.
+
+
+NO. 12. INVERTED PYRAMID.
+
+_Across_: 1. The process of analysis by means of standard solutions
+(_Analyt. Chem._) 2. Little tufts. 3. Species of walls made of stiff
+clay. 4. To steal (_Obs._) 5. A letter.
+
+_Down_: 1. A letter. 2. A pronoun. 3. To surpass. 4. To impair
+seriously. 5. A case in which the relics of saints were kept. 6. To
+produce. 7. A pronoun. 8. A bone. 9. A letter.
+
+  _Hoboken, N.J._        JUNIUS.
+
+
+Answers will appear in our next issue; solvers in six weeks.
+
+
+SPECIAL.--GOLDEN DAYS Puzzlers' Directory for each of the first correct
+solutions to Nos. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and 11.
+
+
+SOLVERS.
+
+Puzzles in "PUZZLEDOM" No. CCCLXXI were correctly solved by E. C.
+Lectic, Maud Lynn, Demosthenes, Barnyard, Skye Buckeye, Gemini, Egerton,
+H. S. Nut, Jr., Will O' the Wisp, F. Aitchell, Col. O' Rado, Dorothy
+Doolittle, Grepwic, Cricket, P. O. Stage, Sub Rosa, Fairplay, Alcyo,
+Tunie H. S., R. M'Bride, Jo Jo, Khimo, Lorrac, Billy Bluebottle, May Le
+Hosmer, O. Pal, Vladimir, F. Arce, Nue Norton, J. H. Mowbray, U. Reka,
+Sim Sly, Clarence W. Chapin, Reklaw, Io, Tom B. Stone, Toodlewinks, Jo
+Ram, Craftsman, Fly, Alpheus, Chinook, Puzz L., Teddy, Wm. H. Deucker,
+Annie Gramme, W. T. Anderson, C. R. Irving, Jr., Bennie Knowels, Monte
+Christo, V. G. Ohnja, H. U. T., Alphonzo, B. L. Under, Bryx, J. I. C.,
+Harry S., Jno. Bopp, Cale and Harry Allen, J. Evans, Alpha Sigma,
+Liberty, Brooklyn Boy, Jno. Beck, Howard H. Geiger, Earnest Fleet,
+Washingtonian, Annie A. Powell, Dick Ens, C. H. Sweetzer, Panama Derby,
+Orpheus, Jno. Fitzgerald, Henn, Reidsville, Mahdea, A. B. Y. Nomis,
+H. C. Williams, Mas Ten, Panama Hat, Tidal Wave, Primrose, Geo. W.
+Phinney, J. F. Ireland, Laf A. Yette, Freddie Geib, R. O. Chester, A. B.
+Williams, Lucrezius Borgers, Lackawanna, Laeno, Whisk, Effie W.McConkey,
+C. B. A., Puer and Swamp Angel.
+
+COMPLETE LIST.--E. C. Lectic.
+
+The specials were awarded as follows:
+
+  No. 1. Cricket, La Porte, Ind.
+  No. 3. Clarence W. Chapin, Akron. Ohio.
+  No. 5. E. C. Lectic. Chicago, Ill.
+  No. 7. Alcyo, New York city.
+  No. 9. Jo Ram, New York city.
+  No. 11. E. C. Lectic, Chicago, Ill.
+
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+
+NATURE'S SCULPTURE.
+
+BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE.
+
+
+Perhaps the strangest public work ever suggested by man was that of
+Dinocrates, whose scheme was to cut and carve Mount Athos into the form
+of a gigantic man, holding in one hand a town, in the other a cup to
+receive the drainage of the mountain before it reached the sea.
+
+His king, Alexander the Great, declined to accept his plan; though,
+amused at his extravagant notion, he gave him a permanent place in his
+attendance.
+
+A small village in Northern Italy to a wonderful extent fulfills the
+wild dream of the Macedonian architect, the houses being grouped in such
+a manner upon a broken eminence of land that from a certain point a
+striking resemblance to an upturned human face is outlined. In addition
+to a chin, nose and brow, a white chimney lends an eye to the profile,
+while a line of bushes at the crown has the appearance of shaggy locks.
+
+Allowing that a vivid imagination has much to do toward perfecting these
+faces of nature's sculpture, and that a range of hills or coast line
+will lend itself to almost any fancy we choose, there are in different
+localities stones and cliffs bearing a remarkable resemblance to the
+human countenance, individual peculiarity sometimes being easily traced
+in these grave omens.
+
+As the voyager approaches Rio Janeiro, he sees in the distance,
+apparently rising from the sea, lonely and majestic, a massive stone
+head, with the profile of the Iron Duke of England, the brow, the nose,
+the chin, each feature perfect in its outline.
+
+St. Vincent, of the Cape Verde group, has a huge volcanic rock which
+requires no grievous strain of the imagination to transform into the
+figure of George Washington in a recumbent position, the profile, the
+hair and even the collar frill being reproduced with remarkable
+clearness.
+
+Rising grimly from the whirlpool of waters beating fiercely the rugged
+western extremity of Santa Catalina Island, in the West Indies, is an
+isolated block of basaltic rock, many feet in height, bearing a marked
+likeness of a human face. It is known as "Morgan's Head," from a fancied
+resemblance to that noted free-booter.
+
+Among the countless rocks fringing the coast of Norway is one forming a
+striking picture of a horse and rider about to plunge into the surf,
+fifteen hundred feet below. This gigantic illusion, to the fanciful
+minds of the old bards presented the image of Odin as he disappeared
+before the advance of Christianity.
+
+In Iceland, overlooking one of its picturesque valleys, is a bluff
+surmounted by a colossal head, covered by a stunted growth looking not
+unlike a cap with frills. Before this august image the worshipers of
+Odin were wont to bow in serious reverence.
+
+The rugged coast of England has several of these faces of nature. Off
+the Cornish point are seen the Great Lions, and lower down the shore the
+Armed Knight. There is also the Old Man, the Old Dame, Duke's Nose and
+Witch's Head.
+
+Not the least remarkable of these freaks is the Old Man of the Mountain,
+who uprears his gigantic form amid a sea of cliffs and rugged heights,
+in the heart of that region known as the "Switzerland of America"--New
+Hampshire.
+
+  "What doth thy anxious gaze espy?
+    An abrupt crag hung from the mountain's brow!
+  Look closer; scan that bare, sharp cliff on high;
+    Aha! the wondrous shape bursts on thee now--
+    _A perfect human face_--neck, chin, mouth, nose and brow!"
+
+A face of granite that alone kept watch and ward over the country long
+ere the foot of man pressed its soil. In the grave, philosophical
+outlines is traced a resemblance to Franklin's countenance. At the base
+of this singular mountain lies a sparkling sheet of water, called the
+"Old Man's Mirror."
+
+More beautiful and wonderful than any of these grave images is the Maid
+of the Kaaterskill Falls, in the Catskill Mountains. With the mellow
+light of sunset falling obliquely upon the thin layer of water flowing
+over a sharp ledge worn and fretted by the continual wear of the current
+for ages, rock and spray together making up the illusion, is to be seen
+the fairy-like form of an Indian maid, with flowing hair and robes. So
+clearly does she appear that the beholder has at first the startling
+conception of gazing upon a living being, suspended in the waters.
+
+Indian tradition says that this maid of the mist was once the beloved of
+the Great Spirit; but herself falling in love with a Mohawk brave, she
+perished here, fleeing from her angry master.
+
+
+
+
+MONUMENT PARK.
+
+
+The formations from which this takes its name are among the greatest
+curiosities to be seen in Colorado. Pen cannot well describe them. They
+consist of a series of curiously shaped natural monuments, which have
+been formed from sandstone rock solely by the action of the weather,
+a thin strata of iron on the top having protected these particular
+pieces and preserved them.
+
+No accurate estimate can be made of the thousands of years this work of
+the elements has been in progress. There are perhaps a hundred of the
+peculiar formations of different sizes and shapes, some of which are
+really fantastic.
+
+The Garden of the Gods is also a remarkable freak of Nature, partaking
+somewhat more of the grand and imposing.
+
+It is a secluded spot, hemmed in by great rocks stood up on edge and on
+end. They are some of the more marked of the numerous evidences on every
+hand here of a grand upheaval some time in the past.
+
+Imagine tremendous flat rocks, large enough to cover a quarter of an
+acre of ground, standing up on edge, 330 feet high, and you will have
+some idea of what forms the chief wonder of this garden.
+
+  G. B. G.
+
+
+
+
+BACKLOGS MADE OF STONE.
+
+
+It will surprise many persons of the present day to be told that the
+"backlog" of which we read so much in old-time stories was a large
+stone, a porous stone being preferred if possible. This stone was buried
+in the ashes, and on top was placed the "back stick." The back stone in
+those primitive times played a very important part in the economy of
+early housekeeping. Matches were not then invented. Flint, steel and tow
+were the only means of lighting a fire or a lamp. Imagine for a moment
+the Bridget of to-day thus engaged, with the thermometer ten degrees
+below zero in the kitchen. The stone, together with the ashes with which
+it was covered, served to retain fire and heat through the night, and
+all that was necessary in the morning was a little kindling and gentle
+use of the indispensable bellows, and a fire was as readily made as at
+the present day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MAMIE'S LETTER TO HEAVEN.
+
+BY J. W. WATSON, AUTHOR OF "BEAUTIFUL SNOW."
+
+
+  An humble room in a tenement house,
+    Four stories above the street,
+  Where a scanty fire, a scanty light,
+    And a scanty larder meet;
+  A woman sits at her daily toil,
+    Plying the needle and thread;
+  Her face is pallid with want and care,
+    And her hand as heavy as lead.
+
+  There she sits with her weary thought,
+    While the tears drop full and fast;
+  There she sits and stitches away,
+    With her memory in the past;
+  Beside her, perched on her little stool,
+    Sits Mamie, a six-year-old,
+  Who says she is never hungry at all,
+    And never admits she is cold.
+
+  There she sits and chatters away,
+    Not seeing her mother's tears;
+  "Mamma, 'tis a month since winter came,
+    And I think to me it appears
+  That the Lord will never find us out,
+    If He's anything to give,
+  Unless we can, some way, let Him know
+    The street and the number we live.
+
+  "You see, mamma, last winter He passed,
+    While papa was sick in bed;
+  He doesn't know we are here, mamma,
+    And He doesn't know papa is dead;
+  And so it happened all winter long
+    We didn't have anything nice,
+  And so I think it would only be fair
+    If He came this winter twice.
+
+  "Do you 'member, mamma, that little, old man
+    Who gave me the bright, new cent?
+  Well, it wouldn't buy much to eat, mamma,
+    And it would not pay for the rent;
+  So I bought a sheet of paper, mamma,
+    And I've written a letter in print--
+  It's written to heaven direct, mamma,
+    And I've given Him just a hint.
+
+  "Shall I read it aloud to you, mamma?
+    Yes! Well, this is what I have said:
+  'Dear Lord, my name is Mamie St. Clair,
+    And dear, darling papa is dead;
+  I live forty-four in the street they call Fourth,
+    And the cold of the winter is here;
+  My mamma is poor, and I go to school,
+    And I hope you will send this year.
+
+  "'I hope you will send mamma a new dress
+    Of something that's warm and nice,
+  A paper of flour, some loaves of bread,
+    And a couple of pounds of rice;
+  And dear, loving Lord, do, if you feel rich,
+    You could send her some shoes to wear,
+  And two or three pounds of beef for soup,
+    Or anything else you can spare.
+
+  "'I've heard my dear mamma say many a time
+    That a chicken would do her much good,
+  And so, dear Lord, if chickens is cheap,
+    A chicken also, if you could;
+  With three pails of coal, if it isn't too much,
+    And some stuff for mamma's lame knee,
+  And oh, my dear Lord, pray don't think me mean,
+    But a dear little dolly for me.'
+
+  "That's all, my dear mamma, and now let me run
+    And send it to heaven at once,
+  For if He don't get it by Christmas time,
+    He surely will think me a dunce."
+  The letter was posted, the letter was scanned,
+    With numberless grins by the men
+  Whose duty it was to assort all the waifs
+    That came from the wonderful pen.
+
+  "Now where's the dear Lord?" said one of these men;
+    "That's me," said another, quite grave.
+  "Here's a letter, then!"--tossing the missive to him,
+    "And a twopenny stamp you will save."
+  The letter was opened, the letter was read,
+    There were very few tearless eyes;
+  The reader looked round on the silent group,
+    And then, with a nod, he cries:
+
+  "Now, boys, there is something in this that I like--
+    It's nature right straight up to win,
+  And we've all of us got to be lords right here--
+    So here is my dot to begin."
+  The dollars flew down on the table like snow,
+    They came from the crowd's great heart,
+  A letter was written by proxy and signed,
+    The proposer to play the part.
+
+  And so it came off upon one winter night
+    That there happened this strange affair;
+  A tapping came soft at Mamie's door,
+    And a very old man stood there;
+  He was clad from his head to his feet so warm,
+    And his beard it was long and white.
+  "Good-even!" he said, as he pushed in a box
+    Then vanished quite out of their sight.
+
+  They were speechless, and only could stare at the box
+    Directed to Mamie St. Clair,
+  From "The Lord in Heaven." What did it all mean?
+    And a letter beside was there--
+  A letter from heaven read: "Be a good girl,
+    And never do anything ill;
+  Love mamma as well as you do to-day."
+    And a fifty-dollar bill.
+
+  If I wrote from now till the crack of doom,
+    I could tell no more than this.
+  It was all packed down in that wonderful box,
+    And the dolly--oh, gracious! what bliss!
+  And in time that letter to heaven direct
+    Sent many and many a friend,
+  And perhaps a new papa--who knows?--may be sent
+    By heaven itself, in the end.
+
+
+
+
+          Striking out for Themselves.
+
+                BY F. H. SWEET.
+
+
+"Reckon we'll get 'em burned out by Tuesday week, Tom, and be ready for
+Pylant's oranges. Suppose the old fellow will want us to take pay in
+town lots, though."
+
+"He'll get left if he does;" and the lad by the fire removed the skillet
+of fried bacon from the coals and put the coffee-pot in its place. "I'm
+willing to work out a five-acre lot, but don't want any towns. Say,
+Dave, what do you think of the party going to Punta Rassa?" he added, as
+he thrust a stick into the bean-pot to see what prospect there was for
+an early supper.
+
+"Well, from what I hear, I fancy there is plenty of good land to be
+homesteaded in that section, and if we didn't have a good job here, I'd
+be for joining them. I begin to feel a little anxious to have some land
+where we can be starting trees of our own."
+
+"Same here; but the land will come in good time, and while we've got a
+week's rations of bacon and hominy ahead, I shan't kick against luck.
+But grub's ready."
+
+Both lads fell to with a relish. Beans seemed to be the central dish at
+almost every meal, and yet they somehow never seemed to tire of them.
+
+They had encountered a good many hard knocks since leaving their Western
+home, but were evidently none the worse for them.
+
+Dave Freeman, the son of a hard-working Kansas farmer, had come South to
+better his prospects, and with a deep but unexpressed longing to help
+the home folks.
+
+At Flomaton, or Pensacola Junction, as it is now called, he had fallen
+in with Tom Byrne, an Indiana boy, and the two had soon become fast
+friends.
+
+By getting occasional jobs along the way, and not infrequently "tramping
+it," they had reached their present quarters, near Panasofkee, in Sumter
+County.
+
+Here they had taken a contract from a "papertown" proprietor to clear
+five acres of land for seventy-five dollars.
+
+This was a low figure, as the ground was full of palmetto roots, and not
+only were the trees to be cleared from the land, but all stumps to be
+burned out.
+
+The boys already had been at work over two months, and hoped that
+another week would complete the job. On the first, their employer was to
+commence gathering his oranges, and they expected several weeks'
+employment with him.
+
+Although the work of clearing was very hard, the boys were rugged and
+hearty, and thoroughly enjoyed their novel surroundings.
+
+After finishing their beans, they put away the few dishes, and began the
+round of their stumps. Here and there one was dying out, and new fuel
+had to be piled around it. As one stump burned out, it was dragged from
+its hole and placed against the roots of another.
+
+And so, from one stump to another, adding fuel to this or dragging that
+away, their faces covered with soot, and looking more like negroes than
+white folks, the boys darted around, shouting gleefully to each other
+whenever one of the tall pines burned through and came crashing to the
+ground.
+
+A little to one side, and out of reach of the fires, the boys had built
+a little six-by-ten shanty, where they kept their belongings and
+occasionally slept. More frequently, however, they slung their hammock
+between two pines, near the camp-fire.
+
+At first, the peculiar roar of the alligators from the swamp near by had
+disturbed their rest, but they very soon got accustomed to it, and also
+to the startling challenge of a large bat, which is apt to frighten
+strangers by its sudden appearance and shrill cry.
+
+A few days before the boys finished their contract, a party of surveyors
+stopped at their shanty to get a drink of water, and to see if they
+could get them for a couple of days.
+
+As the pay offered was good, the boys were glad to accept it, and five
+minutes were sufficient to put their few belongings into the shanty and
+to nail up the door.
+
+It took the party some hours to reach their destination, and as soon as
+they had partaken of a lunch, they began to survey a site for a new
+town.
+
+The boys had seen a great many "paper towns" since they came to Florida,
+but as a rule had taken little interest in them. They were usually
+ventures of men who did not have money enough to make their speculations
+a success.
+
+Tom and Dave were put to work carrying chain, and very soon became
+interested in the talk of their companions.
+
+The spot chosen was a very beautiful one--a sloping hillside gradually
+narrowing into a strip six or seven hundred yards wide and running
+between two of the most picturesque lakes the boys had ever seen.
+
+[Illustration:
+"'WHY, BOYS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?' TOM LOOKED UP TO MEET
+THE KEEN EYES OF THE DOCTOR."]
+
+From the talk of the surveyors they learned that a number of them were
+railroad men, and that they were endeavoring to buy at nominal figures
+all the choice lands along the line of the new road before the settlers
+became aware of its value.
+
+They discussed their plans before the boys without reserve, and it soon
+became evident to the latter that the future of this hillside could bear
+no comparison with the other paper towns they had seen. A number of very
+wealthy men were interested in it, and they proposed to make it the
+winter home of themselves and friends.
+
+"You see, gentlemen," said one of the men to his companions, as he
+pointed across the strip of land to the slope on the other side, "the
+road will wind around the lake, across the neck of land, and along the
+western side of the lake to the right, and then in almost a bee-line
+toward Palatka. Ten years from now, and this hillside for forty miles
+will be a succession of orange groves. Near the depot we shall have a
+limited number of business lots, while the balance of the land will be
+surveyed into large orange grove and villa tracts. It will be specified
+in each deed that no cheap buildings shall be erected. It is not a mere
+speculation, as there are already a dozen or more men who will begin
+elegant residences as soon as the land is surveyed."
+
+"Do you know, professor, who owns that point jutting into the lake?
+It is a fine building site."
+
+The speaker was a tall, sharp-featured man of middle age, whom his
+friends addressed as doctor.
+
+"No," answered the professor, "but I think a man named Pylant is the
+owner, and that the twenty acres beyond belong to a Dutchman in Eustis.
+However, we do not wish to make inquiries at present. They saw us when
+we came out, and should we go back now and value their land, they will
+put on four prices. Our policy is to go back as though we were
+disappointed in the land, and by the time we return next week they will
+offer it at our own figures. We can probably get it for two to four
+dollars an acre. It is thirty miles from any town, and as Pylant got it
+from the government, four dollars will be a big price to him."
+
+"And in twelve months it will be worth as many hundred," said the
+doctor.
+
+Tom and Dave looked at each other curiously, and wondered how they would
+feel if they owned a few acres on this hillside.
+
+At the end of the week--for the two days' work had lengthened into
+five--the boys were paid fifteen dollars, and told they would be soon
+wanted for several months, should they care to return.
+
+Everything was found safe at the shanty, and the boys went to work at
+the stumps with a will. At the end of the third day, the last root was
+reduced to ashes, and then Dave set to work to prepare a supper suitable
+for such an occasion. Fried quail (which they had snared), orange slump,
+pineapple shortcake, baked beans and a pot of steaming coffee graced the
+table (or rather box), while by way of dessert a pillow-case full of
+oranges, picked up in a neighboring grove, stood by the side of the
+banqueting board.
+
+Next morning the boys went to see Mr. Pylant.
+
+"So you've cleaned it up, have you?" he exclaimed, as the boys told him
+their errand. "I saw last week it was most done. Reckon you'll want a
+little money and the rest in land. Sharp boys! know land is best--goin'
+up, goin' up all the time."
+
+"But if you please, Mr. Pylant, we'd rather have the money," said Dave,
+quietly.
+
+"Money!" exclaimed the "cracker," in astonishment. "Why, boys, in one
+year there'll be a city on that land, and you'll be rich. The lots I let
+you have for thirty dollars'll be worth a fortune."
+
+"We don't want any lots," replied Dave, decidedly. "We intend to get
+some land when we can, but we must have it large enough to put out a
+good grove on."
+
+"Well, I'll sell you a five-acre lot near the village for two hundred
+dollars, and you can work it out."
+
+"Too much," answered Dave. "We want cheaper land, and are willing to go
+a longer distance from town."
+
+"But that's cheap," expostulated Pylant, who began to fear he would have
+to pay out money. "How far would you be willin' to go for land?" he
+added, as another idea seemed to strike him.
+
+"Not particular, if the land is good and price low."
+
+"Then I've got the identical place for you," cried Pylant, his face
+brightening; "splendid land, and on a beautiful lake."
+
+"How far?"
+
+Pylant hesitated.
+
+"Mebbe it's twenty miles or so," he at length said, slowly; "but it's
+good, and I'll let you have it low."
+
+"Twenty miles is a long distance from town," said Dave, dubiously; "but
+what'll you take?"
+
+Fearing he would lose the sale, Pylant lowered the figures he had
+mentally fixed upon, and said, quickly:
+
+"If you take the twenty acres, you can have it for three dollars and a
+half an acre. I reckoned on sellin' to the party here last week, and I
+'lowed to myself I'd ask five dollars. But, somehow, they didn't seem to
+take to it."
+
+"Well," said Dave, slowly, as though hesitating, "I reckon we'll take
+it. Can you fix up the deed now?"
+
+"Right off!" answered Pylant, quickly, fearing the boys might change
+their mind. "Here are the other five dollars I owe you."
+
+Ten minutes later, Dave and Tom were the owners of the coveted twenty
+acres.
+
+For the next two weeks the boys worked in the orange grove and added
+another thirty-five dollars to their fund.
+
+Their living cost very little, and they now had nearly fifty dollars
+between them.
+
+Feeling comparatively wealthy, and with the prospect of, perhaps, weeks
+of idleness before them, if they remained where they were, the boys
+concluded to remove to their new possession.
+
+Provisions enough to last two months were purchased, and with these,
+and with a miscellaneous collection of kettles, axes, and other tools,
+the boys set out.
+
+Although the load was packed and strapped to their backs in the most
+convenient manner, it took two days to complete their journey.
+
+The third was spent in making a camp and looking up the stubs which
+marked the boundaries of their twenty acres.
+
+Like most of the high pine land in Florida, their tract was free from
+palmetto, and consequently much easier to clear than the low pine they
+had previously been at work upon.
+
+Four weeks passed, and they had heard nothing from the surveying party.
+
+Nearly three acres were cleared, and the boys were already calculating
+how many orange and lemon trees they would put out.
+
+One morning, as Tom was digging a hole under the roots of a lofty pine,
+preparatory to setting it on fire, he was greeted with a surprised:
+
+"Why, boys! What are you doing here?"
+
+And he looked up to meet the keen eyes of the doctor.
+
+"Clearing up our new purchase," answered Tom, quietly.
+
+The doctor's shrewd face broadened into a smile.
+
+"I see," he said, pleasantly. "But how much are we to pay you boys for
+outwitting us? I saw Pylant yesterday, and was told that you had the
+land. The old man was nearly crazy, when one of us said we would be
+willing to go as high as twenty dollars an acre."
+
+"I reckon we don't care to sell at present," said Dave. "Our twenty
+acres wouldn't make much difference to you, who own as many thousand
+around the lakes."
+
+The doctor and his friends laughed good-humoredly.
+
+"That's right, boys," said the one called professor; "hold the land for
+an advance. It will come sooner than you expect, perhaps. But we shall
+want your services for the next three months, to help our surveyors; so
+be at our camp in the morning."
+
+After this the boys could not complain of loneliness. A few weeks of
+surveying outlined the streets and blocks of the new town; a sawmill was
+quickly under way; buildings went up rapidly, and here and there were
+displayed the new goods of enterprising young merchants.
+
+The fame of the new town spread through the surrounding country, and
+every day brought new arrivals, seeking work; and soon hundreds of axes
+could be heard on the hillside, clearing the land and making ready for
+the numerous young groves to be put out in the spring.
+
+Dave and Tom had all the work they could do, and utilized the evenings
+and odd moments in burning the trees and stumps on their land. By the
+first of February they had five acres cleared and fenced, and ready for
+trees.
+
+Believing the best to be the cheapest, they sent to one of the nurseries
+for three hundred and fifty budded trees. They took especial pains in
+setting them out, and in due time had as thrifty a young grove as one
+could wish to see.
+
+The trees cost them all the money they had earned and most of what they
+had laid aside; but when they looked at their beautiful young grove,
+they were more than satisfied.
+
+Before the end of the year the proposed railroad was built, and its
+advent made a tremendous rise in the value of land.
+
+The boys had had many excellent offers for their land before, but
+invariably declined to consider them. As the depot had been built very
+near them, they knew their place must advance rapidly.
+
+However, shortly after the erection of the depot, they received an offer
+of seven thousand dollars for the unimproved ten acres, and after a
+short consultation, decided to accept it. Dave had not seen his people
+for nearly two years, and was anxious to visit them. Tom, who was alone
+in the world, was to remain and look after their grove.
+
+So a few weeks later saw Dave walking up the lane to the old homestead.
+Knowing how particular his father was, he was greatly surprised at the
+thriftless look of everything. A man was hobbling across the yard as he
+approached, and Dave saw with dismay that the haggard face belonged to
+his father.
+
+Their meeting may be imagined, and Dave soon knew of the broken leg and
+the long, hard winter following it, with no one to look after things and
+unpaid bills accumulating rapidly.
+
+"A sorry home-coming, my boy," said his father, with a wan smile.
+
+But Dave's story quickly changed the aspect of things. The bills were
+paid; pinching want was a thing of the past.
+
+And then Dave talked and argued until his parents agreed to return with
+him and spend the winter in Florida, and give that genial climate a
+chance to make his father well and strong again.
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 21._]
+
+                 JACK STANWOOD;
+
+                      or,
+
+              FROM OCEAN TO OCEAN.
+
+               BY JAMES H. SMITH.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+I BREAK JAIL THROUGH NO EFFORTS OF MY OWN.
+
+I was handed over to the custody of a little man, with big, staring
+eyes, and a magnified head of hair that made him look like a gun-swab.
+This was Mr. Janks, the jailor.
+
+He stood looking at me for some moments, swinging a bunch of keys on his
+finger, and then said, mournfully, "So, you've come, have you?" which
+made me think that he must have dreamed of my coming.
+
+Then he took up a small lamp, and, after examining me from head to foot
+as if I were some strange animal, he gave vent to a dismal groan, and
+asked me if I was hungry.
+
+Receiving a negative answer, he groaned again, and beckoned me to follow
+him.
+
+He led the way along a damp and chilly stone corridor, lined with little
+iron doors, which I needed no one to tell me belonged to cells, and I
+followed him very readily. My previous notions of prison treatment
+included the immediate ironing of the culprit to the extent of several
+hundredweight, and, finding myself mistaken, my spirits rose
+accordingly.
+
+He stopped before one of the little doors near the end of the corridor,
+and, opening it with a large key, ushered me into an apartment about
+eight feet square.
+
+This was my cell. The walls and ceiling were whitewashed, and the only
+furniture was an iron bedstead, covered with two coarse, gray blankets.
+
+Mr. Janks waved his keys around as if to welcome me to this abode, and
+then, instead of going out and leaving me to my reflections, he leaned
+up against the door and groaned once more.
+
+"The wickedness of these boys!" he said, passing his hand through his
+hair, and apparently addressing the ceiling. "Why do they ever come
+here? Why did you come here?"
+
+I hastened to explain that I did not come of my own accord, and so far
+from wishing to be in jail, if he would only have the kindness to open
+the door, I would promise him to make my exit, and never return.
+
+"And so young!" continued Mr. Janks, without paying any attention to my
+remarks, and still apostrophizing the ceiling. "But it's allus the way!
+The younger they are, the worse they are!"
+
+Then he launched forth into a description of the number of bad boys who
+had passed through his hands, and endeavored to draw a parallel between
+their case and mine, but, I think, with poor success.
+
+He kept up this monologue for at least ten minutes, while I sat on the
+couch and listened with anything but pleasurable emotions.
+
+At the end of that time he came to a sudden stop, and went out slowly,
+groaning dismally.
+
+When the sound of his footsteps had died away down the corridor,
+I surrendered myself to my thoughts. And how I did think!
+
+What had been all my trouble compared to this? _In prison!_ The thought
+was horrifying!
+
+I felt now that I would not dare return home--for who would not shrink
+from me as a malefactor?
+
+Besides, I was extremely dubious as to my impending fate. I was not
+afraid of being convicted of larceny, unless Mary Jane Robinson perjured
+herself; but I was desperately afraid of Mr. Barron.
+
+I knew he took the Lancaster Examiner, and should he see my name in it,
+I felt certain he would pounce down on me, and then--well, something
+terrible would certainly happen.
+
+The sky looked very dark and cloudy just then, and you may easily
+imagine how bitterly I regretted my foolishness in running away.
+
+I lay awake for an hour or more thinking in this fashion, and then I
+fell into a fitful slumber.
+
+How long I slept, I don't know; but when I awoke it was with a strange
+feeling that I was not alone--that some one was in the cell with me.
+
+I was wide awake in an instant, and my heart beat so loudly that I
+fancied I could hear it.
+
+I listened intently, and presently heard a light "pitapat," as if some
+one was walking across the floor; and while I was trying to muster up
+courage to call out, there was a sharp click, a flood of light illumined
+the cell, and I saw that the intruder was a man.
+
+He was standing near the opposite wall, and in his hand he held a
+lighted wax taper, with the aid of which he was taking a survey of the
+room.
+
+As he turned slowly around, I saw that he was young, rather
+good-looking, and well-dressed, and at the same time he saw me.
+
+He started, and with an exclamation of alarm, dropped the taper.
+
+In an instant, however, he recovered the taper and himself, and advanced
+toward me.
+
+"Who are you?" he demanded. "And how did you get here?"
+
+I related, in a few words, who I was and how I came to be incarcerated.
+
+He laughed lightly when I had finished, and said:
+
+"I suppose you wonder how _I_ came here. Look!"
+
+I looked, and saw an aperture in the wall about two feet square.
+
+"I came through that," he said, laughing softly at my evident
+astonishment. "My cell is on the other side. Now, I am going to escape
+from this jail, and I want you to go with me."
+
+I know now that his reason was to prevent my giving an alarm; but I
+thought then that it was because he took pity on me.
+
+And I joyfully accepted his offer, although I couldn't imagine how he
+was to manage it, and I made a remark to that effect.
+
+"Easy enough," he said. "You have only a lock on your door, while
+there's a dozen bolts on mine. That's why I dug through, expecting to
+find the cell empty. However, it is all right. Take off your shoes."
+
+I did so, and then my companion put out the lights, having first opened
+the door with what looked like a piece of wire.
+
+Then he whispered to me to keep hold of his sleeve, step cautiously and
+not let my shoes fall, and then we moved out into the corridor, now
+black as Egypt.
+
+My guide also seemed to be in his stocking feet; but where his shoes
+were I couldn't imagine.
+
+We moved along slowly, but steadily, my guide seeming to know the way,
+and presently he opened a door with only a slight creak, and then
+whispered in my ear:
+
+"We are in the lodge. Don't breathe."
+
+Again we moved on and again stopped, and from one or two sharp clicks I
+judged him to be trying to open another door.
+
+Suddenly he drew me forward. I felt a rush of cold air, and the next
+instant I was out of jail.
+
+"Wait!" said my companion.
+
+And he closed the wicket gate, and locked it noiselessly.
+
+"If they find the gate open, they'll smell a rat," he remarked. "Now
+then, my boy, come on."
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+I BECOME A WANDERER AND FALL INTO LUCK.
+
+I kept closely by his side, and for half an hour we moved along, keeping
+in the shadow of the houses, until we reached the outskirts of the town.
+
+"Now then," said my companion, speaking for the first time, "put on your
+shoes."
+
+I did so, and very glad I was to do it. At the same time he reached down
+and drew off his stockings, and then I saw they had been drawn on over
+his boots.
+
+Then he took my hand, and we walked along steadily and swiftly for an
+hour, until the lights of Lancaster had faded in the distance, and not
+until then did my companion fall into a walk and conversation.
+
+"What did you say you were in for?" he asked.
+
+"For nothing," I answered, promptly.
+
+This seemed to amuse him greatly.
+
+"Of course not," said he, after an outburst of laughter. "I never saw a
+prisoner in my life who wasn't innocent!"
+
+I attempted to explain, but he wouldn't listen.
+
+"No matter--it's not my business. It was forgery with me--ten years at
+the least; and I couldn't stand that, you know."
+
+"Certainly not," said I, not knowing what else to say.
+
+Then, by way of turning the conversation, I inquired how he came to be
+provided with tools to effect his escape.
+
+He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, as if he suspected me of some
+hidden motive in asking the question, and then, apparently satisfied
+with the scrutiny, he informed me that his friends had sent him pies
+every day for two weeks past.
+
+"Pies?" I exclaimed, in open-mouthed wonder.
+
+"Yes, pies," he said, gravely. "Don't you see? Nothing but the crusts.
+Inside were keys, saws and a jimmy."
+
+"A _jimmy_?"
+
+"Yes--here it is. That came in four pies."
+
+He took from his coat-pocket four pieces of steel, and in an instant
+fitted them together into a bar about two feet in length.
+
+"Not much to look at, is it?" said he; "but it is a crowbar, chisel,
+hammer and wrench, all in one. It only took me two nights to cut into
+your cell."
+
+"And how did you know your way out in the dark?" I asked.
+
+"Because I came in that way, and I always keep my eyes open. Hello!"
+
+"What's the matter?" I asked, in some alarm, as he came to a sudden
+halt.
+
+"Nothing much," he answered; "only that I must leave you here. I don't
+know where you are going, and I don't propose to let you know where I am
+going. Besides, it is much harder to follow two than one, and there is
+no use of us both being captured."
+
+"Captured?" I repeated, in dismay. "Do you think the officers will
+follow us?"
+
+"Do I think so? I know they will."
+
+I was so terrified that my teeth chattered, at this announcement, and he
+noticed it.
+
+"Don't get too scared, young one," he added, consolingly. "They won't
+look for you half as much as they will for me. If you travel right
+straight on, and keep out of their clutches for a week, you'll be safe."
+
+"But I haven't done anything," I said, tremblingly.
+
+"Oh, yes you have," said he, with a laugh. "You have broken jail, and
+that means a year at least, if you're caught."
+
+I was so overwhelmed at this dread piece of news that I could only lean
+up against a convenient fence and stare at him.
+
+"Come, come!" he cried, impatiently, "brace up! They haven't got you
+yet. If you go straight through this cornfield you will strike a road
+that will take you to Columbia. Good-by!"
+
+Before I had time to reply, he had plunged into the woods on the right
+of the road, and I was left alone.
+
+I was terribly alarmed, and lost no time in making my way through the
+cornfield; and when I found the road, I sped along it at a rapid gait.
+Fear lent me wings, and I fancied every bush an officer.
+
+It was a warm but pleasant night, and the moon was just rising.
+I calculated that it must be about midnight, and I determined that I
+would put many a mile between me and Lancaster before daybreak.
+
+So I set off at a dog-trot, and I kept it up until I saw the sun rising
+over the eastern hills.
+
+By that time I must have gone about twenty miles, and I was completely
+tired out, and very glad to crawl into the shelter of some neighboring
+woods and lie down to rest.
+
+Before I knew it I was asleep, and I did not awake until late in the
+afternoon.
+
+I was stiff and sore, and at the same time ravenously hungry. The first
+two ailments wore away as I started again on my journey, but the latter
+increased until I determined to brave anything rather than suffer any
+longer.
+
+The first house I came to was a small yellow frame, close to the road,
+with a yellow dog chained on the porch, and a woman frying ham in the
+kitchen.
+
+"Please, ma'am," said I.
+
+"G'way!" said she. "Here, Tige!"
+
+"Please, ma'am--"
+
+"G'way, I say! We don't want no tramps hookin' everything they kin lay
+their hands on!"
+
+"Please, ma'am," I persisted, mildly, "I am not a tramp. I want
+something to eat"--the woman started to unchain the dog--"for which I am
+willing to pay."
+
+"Come right in," said the woman, with a broad smile. "I declare I
+couldn't have the heart to turn anybody away hungry. Tramps bother a
+person so that I get kinder suspicious, but I could see right away you
+were different from the general run."
+
+While she was talking she was busily engaged in setting the table with
+fried ham, potatoes, bread and butter and coffee, and I lost no time in
+falling to. I paid a quarter for it when I had finished, and got away as
+quickly as possible, as I feared the arrival of some of the men folks,
+who might have their suspicions aroused.
+
+All that night I traveled on and slept in the woods again. Not to enter
+into particulars, it is sufficient to say that I kept this up for a
+week, until I found myself in the vicinity of Williamsport, and by that
+time I judged myself to be reasonably safe.
+
+So I boldly entered that city in broad daylight, had a bath and my hair
+cut, a complete change of underclothing, and enjoyed a day of rest.
+
+When I started out again, the next morning, I had recovered my usual
+spirits, and took to the road, determined to keep going as long as my
+money and strength held out. I had twenty-five dollars of the former and
+an unlimited supply of the latter.
+
+All that day I tramped on steadily enough, buying both my dinner and
+supper for trifling sums; and, when night came on, I thought it would be
+just as well to camp in the woods again.
+
+For that purpose I left the road, and, plunging into the forest on my
+left, I soon came to a secluded spot, near a ravine or gully, and there
+I made myself a bed of dry leaves.
+
+On this I lay down, and was fast drifting into the Land of Nod, when I
+was aroused by a sound something like the rattling of tinware.
+
+I promptly sat up and listened. Again I heard the rattling, and as it
+evidently come from the ravine, I arose and began an investigation.
+
+Peering over the edge of the gully, I saw at the bottom, about fifteen
+feet below, a bright light, and the rattling sound again smote my ears.
+
+By this time my curiosity was excited to the utmost, and, catching hold
+of a small sapling, I leaned far over the edge to observe the why and
+wherefor. As I did so, I felt the sapling giving away, and I made a
+desperate attempt to recover myself.
+
+It was no use. Down went the sapling into the ravine and I along
+with it.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+I MEET AN ECCENTRIC DOCTOR AND ENTER INTO HIS SERVICE.
+
+The sapling and I fell directly on a fire of branches, from which came
+the light at which I had been gazing.
+
+I was slightly stunned, but I scrambled to my feet just as a heavy hand
+was laid on my collar, and a gruff voice said:
+
+"Vell! here's a precious go!"
+
+I looked up, and saw that the voice and hand belonged to the same
+person--a short, stout man, with sallow complexion and glistening black
+eyes. His dress was a curious compound of broad, glazed hat and blue
+shift of a sailor and the flashy check vest and pantaloons of a peddler.
+
+"Vere did you come from, anyhow," he demanded, before I had finished my
+survey, "a-busting down on a chap vithout varning, and a smashing of his
+pots and kettles?"
+
+"Pots and kettles?" I repeated, inquiringly.
+
+For answer he pointed indignantly to the ground, and then I saw what
+damage my descent had caused.
+
+A rusty coffee-pot, a little dish and a skillet were scattered among the
+embers of the fire.
+
+"That's vot you did," said he, resentfully. "Here vos I, a-cooking my
+supper and a-thinking of just nothink at all, when all of a suddent down
+you come, like a cannon-ball, and avay goes everythink! It was werry
+aggerwating because it was nearly done."
+
+"I assure you, sir," said I, very contritely, "that I had no intention
+of falling on your fire or your supper."
+
+Then I explained the cause of my sudden descent, and wound up by
+offering to pay for the damage.
+
+By this time the man had entirely recovered his temper--if he had ever
+lost it, which I very much doubt--and smiled kindly.
+
+"Vell, vell, there ain't much harm done except putting my supper back
+half an hour. Put up your money, my boy, and join me."
+
+Then he righted the utensils, and whistling a lively air, prepared the
+meal anew. And this he did with an adroitness that proved the task to be
+by no means an unusual one.
+
+Within half an hour, he had made a pot of coffee, a pan of biscuits and
+a savory stew, and we were soon discussing this supper very amiably
+together.
+
+After supper he washed out the dishes and utensils in a brook near by,
+and lying at full length on the ground, composed himself for a smoke.
+
+All this time I had been regarding him in silence, but with considerable
+curiosity, and I had about made up my mind that he was a gipsy, on his
+way to join his tribe, when he startled me by saying, abruptly:
+
+"Look 'ere!"
+
+I intimated that I was all attention.
+
+"Who are you?" he asked, bluntly.
+
+"Jack Wood," I answered, promptly, although a trifle nervously.
+
+"My name is Miles Norris," he rejoined, after a long pause. "I'm a
+wender of physics and knickknacs."
+
+"A doctor?"
+
+"Not exactly," he replied, rising on his elbow and winking at me
+significantly. "I cures people as hasn't got nothink the matter vith 'em
+and thinks they has."
+
+This sentence was too deep for me to fathom, and on my intimating as
+much, he condescended to explain.
+
+"I go round the country selling my own medicines, which is Norris's
+Golden Balsam, wot cures all kinds of pains, cuts and bruises,
+whatsomedever they may be; fifty cents a bottle, small bottles
+twenty-five. Then there's the Lightning Toothache Drops, wot cures that
+hagonizing malady in one second, or money refunded--twenty-five cents a
+bottle. And finally, 'ere we 'ave the Great American Tooth Powder, which
+makes the blackest teeth vite in less'n no time, and makes the gums
+strong and 'elthy--ten cents a box. And each and every purchaser is
+presented vith a book containing fifty songs, all new and prime, free
+gratis and for nothink! Valk hup, ladies and gentlemen; who'll 'ave
+another bottle?"
+
+During this recital, Doctor Norris gradually assumed a professional
+demeanor, and near the close he rose to his feet, and gesticulated as if
+addressing a large audience.
+
+But at the close he suddenly cooled down, and assuming his recumbent
+position, said, listlessly:
+
+"Now you know me."
+
+"Certainly," said I; "but then I do not see--"
+
+"I hunderstand," said he. "You don't see no Balsam, nor Drops, nor
+Powder?"
+
+"I do not."
+
+"And you vonder vere they are?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Your surprise is werry natural," said Doctor Norris, with great
+gravity. "I am out of those inwaluable medicines at present, but ven I
+get to my laboratory, I shall roll 'em out wholesale."
+
+"Then you make them?"
+
+"In course. I couldn't trust anybody else."
+
+Then, after a pause, he added, slowly:
+
+"I don't know but that I might let you into my secrets if-- What did you
+say your name was?"
+
+I repeated my alias, and told my fictitious history.
+
+"So you ain't got nothink to do?"
+
+"Nothing."
+
+"How would you like to work for me?"
+
+"Doing what?"
+
+"Selling my medicines."
+
+"Done!" cried I, joyfully.
+
+"Hold hup!" said he, quickly. "I ain't quite certain. Can you patter?"
+
+"Can I what?"
+
+"Gab, I mean--talk? Are you good on that?"
+
+"I think I am," I answered, modestly.
+
+"And 'ave you got plenty of cheek?"
+
+"Oh, yes! Why?"
+
+"Because you'll need it. You wouldn't be afraid to stand hup before a
+big crowd and blow away about the Balsam, or the Powder, nor yet the
+Drops--hey?"
+
+I assured him that the prospect did not dismay me in the least.
+
+My companion then brought the conversation to a conclusion very
+summarily.
+
+"Then, Jack Wood," said he, "you're my man!"
+
+Then he rolled over and went to sleep, and although somewhat astonished
+at the suddenness of the doctor's resolution, I thought his action a
+good one, and _I_ rolled over and went to sleep, also.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+TREATS OF MY EXPERIENCE AS A PHYSICIAN--I REACH THE MISSISSIPPI.
+
+I awoke at sunrise, or rather Doctor Norris awoke me by a vigorous dig
+in the ribs with the point of his boot, and told me that breakfast was
+ready. I arose at once, washed my face, combed my hair, and then
+astonished the doctor by the vigor of my appetite.
+
+During the meal he confided to me his plans for the future. He had laid
+out a route through Butler and Beaver counties to the State line, and
+thence through Ohio until winter set in.
+
+"I make enough in summer to lay hup in winter," he explained. "It's an
+'ealthy and hinvigorating life, and I like it. I've traveled over nearly
+all the States between the Atlantic and the Mississippi, 'ave 'ad my
+hups and downs, and I wouldn't change places with a king."
+
+I rather doubted whether the doctor knew very much about kings, that he
+could afford to speak so positively, but I felt that it would be neither
+polite nor prudent to disagree with him.
+
+"I dare say I shall like the life very well," I said, quietly.
+"But--what am I expected to do?"
+
+"You'll be my assistant," said the doctor, in a lofty voice, as if he
+was announcing my appointment to a cabinet position.
+
+Then he went into details, and explained that I was to assist him in
+concocting and selling the wonderful remedies of which he was the
+inventor.
+
+This duty included filling bottles, pasting on labels, carrying his
+baggage, making his fires, and several other minor matters which he
+could not recall just then.
+
+"Ve'll camp out like this most of the time," he added. "Hotels is
+hexpensive, and I never stops at 'em, unless it's raining or I'm going
+to sell in the town. You von't mind that, vill you?"
+
+I was more than delighted at the prospect, and I said so.
+
+"This man," I told myself, "is evidently a great traveler, and he is
+going West. If I stick to him my fortune is made."
+
+It did not take the doctor long to pack up his traps, and, dividing them
+between us, we journeyed along very agreeably.
+
+When we arrived in Butler we went to a hotel, and there, in the
+seclusion of our room, the doctor manufactured three dozen bottles of
+the balsam, as many of the toothache drops and twice as many boxes of
+the tooth-powder.
+
+At this distance of time I cannot recall the ingredients of these justly
+celebrated remedies, but I can cheerfully testify to their harmlessness.
+
+The balsam was composed of two or three simple aromatic oils, the
+toothache drops was merely a diluted essence of the oil of cloves,
+and the wonderful tooth-powder chalk powdered and scented.
+
+The labels for the various compounds the doctor carried in his oilcloth
+bag, and the bottles, boxes and various ingredients he purchased at the
+village drug stores.
+
+I am almost ashamed to tell you what enormous profits he made on his
+sales, and will only mention that he once told me that the bottle and
+label formed nine-tenths of the cost of the Golden Balsam, which
+retailed at one dollar.
+
+In these days the street vender of physic is an ordinary sight, but a
+quarter of a century ago he was almost unknown outside of the largest
+cities.
+
+After being a month in the company of Doctor Norris I easily understood
+why he followed such a life. In the town of Butler two days' sales
+netted him sixty dollars, and he made nearly as much in Beaver.
+
+He was not always so successful, but, taking one week with another,
+I judged that he cleared at least fifty dollars, which was a bank
+president's salary in those days.
+
+His methods were such as are in use among this class of gentry all the
+world over.
+
+Having prepared his stock in trade, he would gravely walk down the main
+street, followed by your humble servant.
+
+Halting on the most prominent corner, he and I would arrange the boxes
+and bottles in attractive pyramids on the top of a box or a barrel,
+taking as much time as possible, so as to attract the attention of the
+passers-by.
+
+Having achieved this object, the doctor would mount on a soap-box, so as
+to raise himself above the crowd, and begin his harangue.
+
+He always began gravely, and not until he had made several sales did he
+venture on a joke or a witticism, although he had a plentiful stock of
+cheap wit, such as crowds delight in.
+
+Another thing: When he spoke in public he used excellent English, and
+the cockney dialect entirely disappeared. He never explained this to me,
+but I suppose he was like an actor on the stage when addressing a crowd.
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen," he would say, in calm and measured tones,
+"Shakespeare has said, 'Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it!' and
+he was right. Medicinal drugs are pernicious, even when given by a
+practiced physician, but when administered by quacks, it is little short
+of murder. Now, in my medicines I do not give you strange and deadly
+drugs. The articles I use are all known to you" (this was strictly
+true), "the mode of preparation only being a secret. No pain, no danger
+in their use, absolutely harmless to the smallest child, yet so powerful
+that the most deadly ailments yield to their power."
+
+Thus the doctor talked on for fifteen minutes, taking the crowd into his
+confidence in a learned and fatherly way, until some fellow bashfully
+thrust forward a coin, and then the money rolled in.
+
+The doctor was now in his element; he was witty, he cracked jokes,
+he told stories, and even indulged in snatches of song, and he rarely
+failed to hold his audience until his stock was exhausted.
+
+This operation sometimes consumed three or four hours, and sometimes his
+eloquence was wasted. But at all times he was cheerful and polite, and
+good and bad fortune seemed alike to him.
+
+I thought then, and I still think, that he was a remarkable man; and I
+am sure that he treated me very kindly. He paid me a very liberal salary
+of ten dollars a month, and whenever he had an unusually good day, gave
+me an extra dollar.
+
+All of this money I carefully stowed away in my belt for a rainy day,
+which I felt sure would come. And my experience did not deceive me.
+
+After leaving Pennsylvania, we traveled through the small towns of Ohio
+until near the middle of December, as it was a very open winter, and it
+was nearly Christmas before the cold and snow drove us into winter
+quarters in Toledo.
+
+The doctor intended to treat himself to a three months' rest, and for
+that purpose hired two rooms and kept bachelor's hall, and invited me to
+keep him company.
+
+I received no wages; but as he was to bear all expenses, I willingly
+agreed to the arrangement.
+
+These three months were absolutely uneventful, and about the first of
+April we started out again.
+
+The doctor had laid out a new route for this season. We traveled across
+country by stage to Keokuk, Iowa, intending to travel up the river as
+far as St. Paul, and then work eastward thorough Wisconsin and Michigan,
+and close the season at Detroit.
+
+But we never carried out our programme. My cruel fate pursued me--or was
+it punishment for my foolishness?--and at Davenport I was once more cast
+adrift.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+       INTERNATIONAL LESSON--FOR MAY 29.
+
+   Exodus 14:19-21. Golden Text--Isaiah 43:2.
+
+  Central Subject--THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA.
+
+           BY REV. D. P. KIDDER, D.D.
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+According to Jewish tradition, it was seven days after the Passover that
+the Israelites passed over the Red Sea.
+
+Before they left they were directed by God to ask (not "borrow," as it
+is in our version) of the Egyptians jewels of silver and gold, and other
+articles that would be of service to them.
+
+It was customary thus on the eve of a journey, or at the close of a term
+of service, to ask gifts. The practice corresponded to the asking of
+_backshish_, still so common in the East.
+
+The Egyptians, it seemed, readily and generously granted the request of
+the Israelites and supplied them abundantly. Thus, in some slight
+measure, they made return for the long years of unrequited service which
+the Hebrews had rendered to Egypt's land and Egypt's king.
+
+While the Egyptians were bewailing their dead, the children of Israel,
+having finished hurriedly their Passover feast, started on their journey
+of escape. Leaving Rameses, the western part of Goshen, they assembled
+at Succoth--"place of tents"--so called because it was a camping place
+for caravans going east, then and now. They were, perhaps, four days
+gathering at this spot, about two millions of people all told.
+
+The next point which they reached was Etham. This was a district of
+country just on the edge of the desert. From this point there were three
+routes to Palestine. The Israelites, by divine direction, took the most
+southern.
+
+They were at first surprised at this order of march; but it was the only
+safe one for them. The most northern would have taken them right through
+the country of the warlike and hostile Philistines, and the middle route
+(after passing the great wall which stretched from Pelusium on the
+Mediterranean Sea to the Gulf of Suez) would have brought them right out
+upon the desert.
+
+Several days had elapsed since the Israelites started on their flight.
+Pharaoh already missed them. His important works were brought to a
+standstill; there was no one to make or handle bricks, and the loss of
+so large and so efficient a body of workers was severely felt.
+
+A reaction takes place in the mind of the king; he charges himself with
+folly in letting the people go, and resolves to pursue them. He learns,
+also, that they have not yet got out of the land of Egypt, and he thinks
+that by the fact that they have turned south, and not gone directly to
+the east, they are confused, and he plans to catch them when they are
+hemmed in by the mountains and the sea.
+
+With six hundred of his swiftest chariots he at once sets out after
+them, leaving orders, doubtless, for other chariots as well as foot
+soldiers to follow as soon as possible.
+
+The Israelites were in the greatest alarm; there was no visible means of
+escape. They could go no further south, for the mountains were in front
+of them; they could not turn to the right for the same reason; the
+Egyptians were in their rear, and the Red Sea was before them. They were
+in a trap. This is what Pharaoh expected. The strategy on which he had
+reckoned (ver. 3) had worked admirably.
+
+
+THE PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE.
+
+  "And the angel of God, which went before the camp of Israel, removed
+  and went behind them; and the pillar of the cloud went from before
+  their face, and stood behind them:
+
+  "And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of
+  Israel: and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light
+  by night to these: so that the one came not near the other all the
+  night."
+
+It is singular that this blind king should so soon forget that there was
+a God in Israel, and that he was to come into collision again with that
+Being who had so often foiled, and finally, in the death of the
+first-born, had utterly crushed him.
+
+But none are so blind or so heedless as the obstinate and the
+unbelieving. It will be seen that the battle that is soon to follow will
+end as before--in the defeat of Pharaoh, and, as some think, his death.
+
+We have in this "angel of God" the same being that we have met so often
+before, who talked familiarly with Abraham and Jacob. He is the one who
+afterward came in the form of the flesh, and is called Christ.
+
+This time His symbol was a cloud, and at night a pillar of fire. In such
+a large host as that of the children of Israel were at this time, it
+would be necessary that there be some elevated central object, so that
+those of the people scattered widely, in caring for the flocks and other
+like services, should not lose the location of the camp.
+
+Some such arrangement was early found important in caravans crossing the
+deserts, so that it was customary to carry a round grate with fire, held
+aloft on a pole. The ancient Persians and some other nations carried a
+sacred fire in silver altars before their armies.
+
+At night this cloud over the camp of the Israelites was illumined by
+some strong internal fire, so that the host dwelt amid the darkness of
+the desert as in a city brightly lighted. It was a marvelous miracle.
+
+This cloud now changed its position as the Egyptians came near to the
+Israelites. It stood between the two hosts. Over the Egyptians it was a
+dense fog that cut off all their vision so that they could not tell what
+the Israelites were doing, while to the latter it was as though it had
+caught and held the rays of the setting sun, and poured a brilliant
+glory all over and through their encampment. The Egyptians, thinking
+that the rising sun will disperse the fog, wait for morning.
+
+
+THE ISRAELITES ENTER THE RED SEA.
+
+  "And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the Lord caused
+  the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made
+  the sea dry land, and the waters were divided.
+
+  "And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon dry
+  ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand,
+  and on their left."
+
+While the Egyptians were thus waiting, the Israelites were busy; they
+were making the best use of their time. They were making their escape by
+the way last of all thought possible--even the bottom of the sea!
+
+The crossing was made in the neighborhood of what are now called the
+Bitter Lakes. This was then most probably the head of the Red Sea.
+
+It was at a time of the year when the tide would help the action of the
+wind. If there were shoals or flats at the place where the crossing is
+supposed to have occurred, as there are now at Suez, the wind and the
+tide clearing a passage there would leave deep water on both sides of
+the passage-way, and this most probably is the meaning of the expression
+that the waters were a wall to them on either side.
+
+  "They were a defense; not necessarily perpendicular cliffs, as they
+  were often pictured. God could make the water stand in precipices if
+  He should so choose, and such a conception is more impressive to the
+  imagination, but it is certain that the language of the text may
+  mean simply that the water was a protection on the right and on the
+  left flanks of the host. Thus, in Nahum 3:8, No (Thebes) is said to
+  have the sea (the broad Nile) for the rampart and a wall--that is,
+  a defense, a protection against enemies. It is true that in poetical
+  passages the waters are said to have stood 'as a heap' (Exod. 15:8;
+  Psa. 78:13); but so they are also, in the same style, said to have
+  been 'congealed in the heart of the sea,' and the peaks of the
+  trembling Horeb are said to have 'skipped like rams, and the little
+  hills like lambs' (Psa. 114:4). Of course these expressions are not
+  to be literally and prosaically interpreted."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The wind thus prevailed all night, to keep the passage open until all
+the Israelites had crossed and the pursuing Egyptians had got well into
+the sea.
+
+
+THE ENEMY FOLLOW CLOSELY.
+
+  "And the Egyptians pursued, and went in after them to the midst of
+  the sea, even all Pharaoh's horses, his chariots and his horsemen.
+
+  "And it came to pass that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto
+  the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the
+  cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians.
+
+  "And took off their chariot wheels, that they drave them heavily; so
+  that the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel; for
+  the Lord fighteth for them against the Egyptians."
+
+Surrounded by darkness and enveloped by the fog, the Egyptians did not
+know that they were rushing into the midst of the sea. It is not said
+that Pharaoh went in, and yet as the post of the king is usually
+represented on the ancient monuments as leading his soldiers--marching
+at their head--it may be, as some think, that his chariot led those six
+hundred chariots, and that he perished with them.
+
+  "The chariots of Egypt were very famous. According to Diodorus
+  Siculus, Rameses II had twenty-seven thousand in his army.
+  The processes of manufacture of chariots and harness are fully
+  illustrated by existing sculptures, in which also are represented
+  the chariots used by neighboring nations."--_Rev. H. W. Phillot._
+
+At this point the movements of the Egyptians are very much impeded.
+Shortly after midnight, the fog changed into a storm cloud, blazing with
+lightning and growling with thunder. This was terrifying to the
+Egyptians in the extreme, as they were not accustomed to thunderstorms,
+and scarcely ever saw rain.
+
+  "Showers of rain also came down from the sky, and dreadful thunder
+  and lightning, with flashes of fire. Thunderbolts also were darted
+  upon them; nor was there anything which God sends upon men as
+  indications of His wrath which did not happen at this
+  time."--_Josephus._
+
+Psalms 77:15-20 refers to this storm. Although the Israelites went
+through dry-shod, the pursuing chariots sank in the mire, were buried in
+the sand, and in some cases the wheels were wrenched off, so that the
+superstitious Egyptians recognized the fact that the God of Israel was
+fighting against them. They therefore began to retreat. In the meantime
+the children of Israel had an abundance of time to make good their
+escape.
+
+  "Before the captivity, the night (between sunset and sunrise) was
+  divided by the Israelites into three watches--the first watch, the
+  middle watch and the morning watch. It appears that the Israelites
+  had the space of two watches, at least (or eight hours), for
+  effecting their passage."--_Murphy._
+
+
+THE OVERTHROW OF PHARAOH'S HOST.
+
+  "And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand over the sea,
+  that the waters may come again upon the Egyptians, upon their
+  chariots and upon their horsemen.
+
+  "And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea
+  returned to his strength when the morning appeared; and the
+  Egyptians fled against it, and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in
+  the midst of the sea.
+
+  "And the waters returned, and covered the chariots, and the
+  horsemen, and all the host of Pharaoh that came into the sea after
+  them; there remained not so much as one of them."
+
+After the fugitives had safely gained the farther shore, and while the
+Egyptians were still struggling in the middle of the passage, through
+the gray of the dawn they saw the majestic form of Moses rise upon the
+opposite bank. They saw him stretch forth that terrible rod--that rod
+which had left so many deep scars upon the fair land of Egypt--and
+immediately the wind ceased, its strong pressure was relaxed, the sudden
+swell of the tide caught the waters, and they, as if impatient of
+restraint, leaped again to their wonted channel, burying the hopeless
+and helpless enemy.
+
+  "A sudden cessation of the wind at sunrise, coinciding with a spring
+  tide (it was full moon), would immediately convert the low, flat
+  sand-banks, first into a quicksand, and then into a mass of waters,
+  in a time far less than would suffice for the escape of a single
+  chariot or horseman loaded with heavy corselet."--_Canon Cook._
+
+The destruction was as complete as it was sudden. Not one escaped. The
+disaster was overwhelming, crushing. The Egyptians never again disturbed
+the Israelites during all their after wanderings.
+
+
+THIS WAS THE LORD'S DOINGS.
+
+  "But the children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the
+  sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand and on
+  their left.
+
+  "Thus the Lord saved Israel that day out of the hand of the
+  Egyptians; and Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the seashore.
+
+  "And Israel saw that great work which the Lord did upon the
+  Egyptians; and the people feared the Lord, and believed the Lord,
+  and his servant Moses."
+
+There was only one explanation of this event, and that was the Lord
+wrought it. There could be no room in the mind of any of the children of
+Israel to doubt that God was with them. Repeatedly had they seen their
+enemies baffled and discomfited; now they saw them destroyed. What folly
+to contend with such a God! Would it be possible for these people thus
+delivered ever to doubt God? ever to distrust Him? ever to disobey Him?
+It would seem not.
+
+They had every reason to believe Him, to be grateful to Him, to love and
+serve Him devotedly. Without lifting a finger, they, an unarmed people,
+with not a soldier in all their ranks, nor a weapon worthy the name, had
+triumphed over a chosen detachment of the finest army in the world at
+that time, led, too, by a king who was familiar with battles and
+accustomed to victories.
+
+Josephus says that, after the passage of the sea by the Israelites,
+a west wind set in, which (assisted by the current) drove the bodies of
+the drowned Egyptians to the eastern side of the gulf, where many of
+them were cast up upon the shore. In this way, Moses, according to him,
+obtained weapons and armor for a considerable number of Israelites.
+
+
+
+
+  WHAT THEY DO WHEN IT RAINS.
+
+  By Carrie Cathcart Day.
+
+
+         "Where do you go,
+           Sweet, happy bird,
+          When wild winds blow
+           And storms are heard?
+  Do you not dread the rushing rain,
+  And wish the sky was bright again?"
+
+         "Tweet oh! I fly
+           To nestlings near--
+          To hush their cry,
+           And soothe their fear;
+  And o'er them all my wings I fold,
+  To keep them safely from the cold."
+
+         "Where do you run,
+           Dear little duck?
+          Is the rain fun,
+           And best of luck?"
+  "Oh, yes! Quack! quack! I swim in glee,
+  It never pours too hard for me!"
+
+         "Of course, good sheep,
+           You do not care--
+          Out-doors you keep
+           Through foul and fair;
+  Your coat is surely thick enough
+  To shield you from a tempest rough?"
+
+         "Baa! baa! baa! baa!
+           I let the geese
+          Have all the wet;
+           For should my fleece
+          All soaking get,
+  'Twould be too heavy for my play--
+  So to my shed I skip away."
+
+         "Why do you croak
+           So long and loud,
+          Queer froggie folk,
+           When comes a cloud?"
+         "Cree-crake! cree-crake!
+  Because our pollywogs, we know,
+  When ponds are full will nicely grow!"
+
+         "But, bumble-bee,
+           Your gauzy wings,
+          It seems to me,
+           Are flimsy things;
+  Should they get drenched, 'twould spoil them quite,
+  And you'd be in a sorry plight!"
+
+         "I crawl beneath
+            A lily bell--
+          A lovely sheath
+            That suits me well,
+  And when--buzz! buzz!--the sun I greet,
+  The roses all are fresh and sweet."
+
+          "Well, surely you,
+            My little lad,
+           Feel very blue
+            In weather sad?
+  You mope and fret and whine and frown,
+  To see the torrents driving down!"
+
+          "Oh, ho! oh, ho!
+            You do not know;
+           For _thus_, you see,
+            My trowsers go
+           Up to my knee;
+  I make believe to wade and splash
+  In puddles nice, with Puss and Dash,
+  And we pretend the shower pours
+  As hard _within_ as out of doors!"
+
+
+
+
+JACK-A-DANDY.
+
+BY HELEN WHITNEY CLARK.
+
+
+We children had been wishing for a tame crow ever since reading Dickens'
+charming description of his pet raven. There were no ravens where we
+lived; but Brother Tom said crows were just as good, and could be taught
+to talk, too.
+
+And one day, when we were playing "Here we go round the mulberry bush"
+in the woods near the house, little Ikey, our colored washerwoman's boy,
+came along with a live crow in his hands.
+
+Of course we were curious to see and examine the wonderful bird, and we
+crowded around Ikey, who seemed bewildered at being the object of so
+much attention.
+
+"Where did you get him?" "What you going to do with him?" "How much will
+you take for him?" asked Tom, Josie and Fred, in one breath.
+
+But Ikey only grinned, as he answered each in turn.
+
+"Got him out of his nest in a post-oak. Dey was more of 'em, but I
+couldn't git ony dis one. I'm a-gwine to raise him if mammy'll let me.
+But I mout sell him, if I git a good chance."
+
+The opportunity was not to be lost, and in a very few moments Ikey was
+trudging homeward with a handful of coppers and two nickels--all the
+change we could raise among us, and we proudly carried our new-found
+treasure to the house.
+
+"Mercy on us!" cried mamma, holding up her hands. "What on earth have
+you got there?"
+
+"A crow," we told her. "And we're going to tame him, and teach him to
+talk."
+
+"Nonsense!" said mamma. "You don't suppose I'll have a _crow_ about the
+house, to kill the young chickens and eat up the eggs!"
+
+But we begged and pleaded, till at last she gave her consent to let us
+keep it.
+
+"It'll be a great torment," grumbled grandma. "It's a _young_ bird,
+and you'll have to feed it like a baby."
+
+But we did not mind the trouble. Indeed, it was more of an amusement to
+us to feed our pet on scraps of meat and bits of bread. It opened its
+mouth so wide, and cried "Caw-aw-aw!" in such a satisfactory way.
+
+Ikey had instructed us as to the manner of feeding.
+
+"Jess you peck it on de head, an' it'll open its mouth like it does fur
+de ole birds," he explained.
+
+And we found his advice was good.
+
+We named our pet "Jack-a-Dandy," and he grew and throve so much that he
+was soon able to procure his own food, which consisted of crickets and
+other insects.
+
+He was so tame that we could allow him perfect freedom, without any fear
+of his deserting us.
+
+As he grew older, he used frequently to fly into the top of a tall
+post-oak near the front door, from which he would circle around and
+around the house, then alight on the ground, and come hopping in the
+door, with a cheerful "caw! caw!" as if asserting that there was no
+place like home.
+
+"He's better than Dick Hardy's tame squirrel," Tom used to say, "for
+that has to be kept in a cage."
+
+"And Bob Rooney's pet coon has to be fastened by a chain," said Josie.
+"But Jack-a-Dandy is as free as we are."
+
+But mamma was not particularly pleased with Jack, and grandma continued
+to grumble over his misdemeanors, especially when he would rummage in
+her work-basket, and carry off her silver thimble or bright steel
+bodkin.
+
+"He's a troublesome creature," she would declare, "and if I had _my_
+way, he'd get his neck wrung."
+
+But we kept a good watch on our favorite, to keep him from getting into
+mischief.
+
+We had used our best endeavors to teach him to talk, but he was a poor
+scholar, and could not even learn to pronounce his own name.
+
+Still we loved him, and continued to take his part against his enemies.
+
+Papa had never said much, one way or the other, about Jack, though he
+was not very favorably disposed toward the race of crows. But when the
+spring planting was done, he took sides with the opposition.
+
+"If your tame thief pulls up my corn, I'll shoot him," he declared.
+
+"If he troubles the young chickens, he'll have to go," said mamma.
+
+"If he spoils my garden, I'll wring his neck," asserted grandma.
+
+And, as may be imagined, we suffered considerable anxiety about our pet.
+
+One day we were eating dinner, while Jack sat perched on the post-oak
+near the door.
+
+Suddenly a terrible commotion occurred in the chicken-yard, caused by a
+hawk which had swooped down and seized a young chicken.
+
+The hen-mother, however, attacked the marauder so furiously that it was
+unable to carry off its prey immediately, and before papa could seize
+his gun and reach the scene of conflict, Jack-a-Dandy had flown to the
+hen's assistance.
+
+He attacked the hawk so desperately that it dropped its prey, and a
+terrible combat ensued, in which Jack came off the victor. But not
+satisfied with this, he pursued the flying enemy a long distance,
+attacking him sharply when occasion offered.
+
+[Illustration:
+"BEFORE PAPA COULD SEIZE HIS GUN AND REACH THE SCENE OF CONFLICT,
+JACK-A-DANDY HAD FLOWN TO THE HEN'S ASSISTANCE."]
+
+You may be sure we had a great many praises and a sumptuous dinner for
+our favorite, on his return.
+
+Hawks had for years been a great pest to poultry raising, and even mamma
+espoused Jack's cause after his successful battle with the rapacious
+foe.
+
+And during Jack's life, not another chicken was molested by the hawks,
+as he kept a vigilant watch, and attacked every one that dared to
+venture near the premises.
+
+He even won the good-will of papa, by keeping rigidly aloof from the
+corn-field; but grandma was still fearful lest he might do some damage
+to the garden.
+
+She was very careful of her early vegetables, and the garden-spot was
+paled in, to keep the chickens and rabbits from making depredations on
+the early lettuce, peas and cabbages.
+
+But no fence would keep Jack out. Like the wind, he went "wherever he
+listeth."
+
+Much to our relief, however, he did not offer to molest the vegetables,
+but did good service in picking up the insects and cut-worms, which are
+usually such a pest about a garden.
+
+When he fell to devouring the squash-bugs, which were sapping the life
+of the "Boston Marrows," grandma's last prejudice was overcome, and she
+declared that Jack was worth his weight in gold.
+
+After that, she never went to the garden without calling Jack, who would
+give an answering "caw!" and hop gravely after her, or perch on her
+shoulder with all the confidence of a privileged favorite.
+
+As long as he lived, Jack continued to grow in the good opinion of the
+household. But, alas! he could not live forever.
+
+One day he sat drooping on his perch, and refused to be enticed away
+from it. He even declined the plump crickets Fred offered him in hopes
+of tempting his appetite.
+
+The next morning he was found dead under his perch. He was mourned
+sincerely by the whole family, from grandma down, and we buried him with
+great ceremony under his favorite post-oak.
+
+Tom sodded his grave, Josie planted a "mourning bride" over it, and Fred
+put up a shingle for a headstone, with this verse on it, which we all
+thought very beautiful:
+
+  "Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy
+  Loves plum-cake and sugar candy."
+
+
+
+
+        [_This Story began in No. 15._]
+
+                      THE
+
+               YOUNG GAME-WARDEN
+
+              BY HARRY CASTLEMON.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI--[CONTINUED].
+
+Silas was so completely wrapped up in his own affairs that the boys got
+close to him before he was aware of their presence, and it is the
+greatest wonder in the world that he did not shoot one of them in his
+excitement.
+
+He was really alarmed; but when he had taken a good look at the
+newcomers, in order to make sure of their identity, he laid his gun
+across the chair, pushed up his sleeves, and shook both his fists at
+Dan.
+
+"So you thought you would fool your poor old pap this morning, did you,
+you little snipe?" he shouted. "Well, you see what you made by it, don't
+you?"
+
+"I never tried to make a fool of you," stammered Dan, who had a faint
+idea that he understood the situation. "I never in this wide world!"
+
+"Hush your noise when I tell you I know better," yelled Silas; and one
+would have thought, by the way he acted and looked, that he was very
+angry, instead of very much delighted, at the way things had turned out.
+"Here you have been and tramped all over them mountings, and never got a
+cent for it, while I have made a clean twenty-five hundred dollars, if I
+counted it up right on my fingers; and I reckon I did, 'cause your mam
+put in a figger to help me now and then."
+
+"Why, how did it happen?" exclaimed Joe, who, up to this moment, had not
+been able to do anything but stand still and look astonished.
+
+He knew that his father had captured one of the robbers without help
+from any one, and that was more than fifty other men had been able to
+do, with all their weary tramping.
+
+"The way it happened was just this," said Silas, who could not stand in
+one place for a single moment. "Hold on there!" he added, turning
+fiercely upon his prisoner, who just then moved uneasily upon the bench,
+as if he were trying to find a softer spot to sit on. "I've got my eyes
+onto you, and you might as--"
+
+"Why, father, he can't get away," Joe interposed. "You've got him tied
+up too tight. Why don't you let out that rope a little?"
+
+"'Cause he's worth a pile of money--that's why!" exclaimed Silas; "and I
+won't let the rope out not one inch, nuther. You Joe, keep away from
+there."
+
+"I really wish you would undo some of this rope," said the prisoner,
+who, like Byron's Corsair, seemed to be a mild-mannered man. "I have
+been tied up ever since two o'clock, and am numb all over. I couldn't
+run a step if I should try."
+
+"Don't you believe a word of that!" exclaimed Silas. "Come away from
+there and let that rope be, I tell you."
+
+"Say, father," said Joe, suddenly, "what are you going to do with your
+captive? Do you intend to sit up and watch him all night long?"
+
+"I was just a-studying about that when you come up and scared me,"
+replied Silas, dropping the butt of his gun to the ground, and leaning
+heavily upon the muzzle.
+
+He never could stand alone for any length of time; he always wanted
+something to support him.
+
+"What do you think I had better do about it? I don't much like to keep
+him here, 'cause-- Why, just look a-here, Joey," added Silas, moving up
+to the door, and pointing to some object inside the cabin. "See them
+tools I took away from him?"
+
+The boys stepped to their father's side, and saw lying upon the table,
+where Silas had placed it, a belt containing a brace of heavy revolvers
+and a murderous-looking knife.
+
+"Now, them's dangerous," continued Silas, "and if this feller's pardner
+should happen along--"
+
+"But he won't happen along," interrupted Dan. "Brierly's squad gobbled
+him."
+
+The ferryman looked surprised, then disgusted, and finally he turned an
+inquiring glance upon Joe, who said that Dan told the truth.
+
+"You don't like it, do you?" said the latter, to himself. "It sorter
+hurts you to know that there is them in the world that are just as lucky
+and smart as you be, don't it? Yes, that's what's the matter with pap.
+He don't want no one else to be as well off as he is."
+
+And when Dan said that, he hit the nail fairly on the head.
+
+"The other robber is not in a condition to attempt a rescue," said Joe;
+"but, all the same, I don't think you ought to keep this man here all
+night. The sheriff is now at Mr. Warren's house, and it is your duty to
+hand the prisoner over to him at once. Be careful how you point those
+guns this way."
+
+This last remark was called forth by an action on the part of Silas and
+Dan that made Joe feel the least bit uncomfortable.
+
+While the latter was talking, his hands were busy with the rope; and
+when the prisoner arose from the bench and stamped his feet to set the
+blood in circulation again, his excited and watchful guards at once
+covered his head and Joe's with the muzzles of their guns.
+
+"Turn those weapons the other way," repeated Joe, angrily. "You don't
+think this man is foolish enough to try to run off while his hands are
+tied, do you? Now, father, how did you happen to catch him?"
+
+"It was just as easy as falling off a log," replied Silas, resuming his
+seat and resting his double-barrel across his knees. "When you and Dan
+went away this morning, I just naturally shouldered my gun, walked up
+the road to the foot of the mounting, and set down on a log to wait for
+game to come a-running past me, just the same as if I was watching for
+deer, you know."
+
+This was all true; but there was one thing he did that he forgot to
+mention. The only "game" Silas expected to see was Dan Morgan, when he
+returned from the mountain at night, and the ferryman was prepared to
+give him a warm reception. Before he devoted himself to the task of
+holding down that log by the roadside, he took the trouble to cut a long
+hickory switch, and to place it beside the log, out of sight. He meant
+to give Dan such a thrashing that he would never play any more tricks
+upon him.
+
+"Well, about one o'clock, or a little after, while I was a-setting there
+and waiting for the game to come along, I heared a noise in the brush,
+and, all on a sudden, out popped this feller. He was running like he'd
+been sent for, and that's why I suspicioned him. Of course I didn't know
+him from Adam, but I asked him would he stop a bit. And he 'lowed he
+would, when he seed my gun looking him square in the eye. I brung him
+home, and your mam she passed out the clothes-line, and I tied him up."
+
+"Where is mother now?" asked Joe.
+
+"Gone off after more sewing, I reckon," replied Silas, in a tone which
+seemed to say that it was a matter that was not worth talking about.
+"She helped me figger up what I would get for catching him, and then she
+dug out. I'm worth almost as much as you be now, Joey, and that there
+mean Dan, who wouldn't stay by and help me, he ain't got a cent. Now
+don't you wish you hadn't played that trick on me this morning?"
+
+"Never mind that," interposed Joe, who did not care to stand by and
+listen to an angry altercation which might end in a fight or a foot-race
+between his father and Dan. "If we are going to deliver this man to the
+sheriff to-night, we had better be moving."
+
+"Do you reckon the sheriff will hand over the twenty-five hundred when I
+give up the prisoner?" inquired Silas, as the party walked down the bank
+toward the flat.
+
+"Of course he won't."
+
+"What for won't he?"
+
+"Because he hasn't got it with him. Perhaps it was never put into his
+hands at all. I haven't received my share yet."
+
+"Then I reckon I'd best hold fast to him till I'm sure of my money,"
+said Silas, reflectively. "I guess I won't take him down to old man
+Warren's to-night."
+
+"I guess you will, unless you want to get into trouble with the law,"
+said Joe, decidedly. "If you don't give him up of your own free will,
+the sheriff will take him away from you."
+
+Silas protested that he couldn't see any sense in such a law as that,
+but he lent his aid in pushing off the flat.
+
+Dan, who was almost too angry to breathe, had more than half a mind to
+stay at home; but his curiosity to hear and see all that was said and
+done when the prisoner was turned over to the officers of the law
+impelled him to think better of it. When the flat was shoved off,
+he jumped in and picked up one of the oars.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+We have said that Tom Hallet was so anxious to help his unlucky friend
+Bob in some way that he joined the very first squad that went out in
+search of him.
+
+The man who had the name of being the leader of it was the sheriff's
+deputy; but the two stalwart young farmers who belonged to his party
+were longer of limb than he was, and they pushed ahead at such a rate
+that the deputy speedily fell to the rear, and stayed there during the
+most of the day.
+
+"Me and Cyrus have come out to win that there reward," said one of the
+young men, when Tom remonstrated with them for leaving the officer so
+far behind, "and we can't do it by loafing along like that sheriff does.
+We've got a mortgage to pay off on the farm, and we don't know any
+easier way to raise the money for it than to capture one of them
+rogues."
+
+But this sanguine young fellow was not the only one who was destined to
+have his trouble for his pains; and what made his disappointment and his
+brother's harder to bear was the reflection that if they had left Tom's
+cabin half an hour earlier than they did, they might have succeeded in
+earning a portion of the money of which they stood so much in need.
+
+They were not more than a quarter of a mile away when Brierly's signal
+guns announced that one of the robbers had been captured. They ran
+forward at the top of their speed, hoping to reach the scene of action
+before the arrest was fairly consummated, but in this they were also
+disappointed.
+
+When they came within sight of the successful party, they found the
+robber securely bound, and Brierly wearing the belt that contained his
+weapons.
+
+"Too late, boys!" exclaimed the guide, who was highly elated over his
+good fortune. "You can't lay claim to any of our money, if that's what
+brung you up here in such haste."
+
+"We don't care for the money," panted Tom. "Where's Bob?"
+
+"That's so," said Brierly, who had not bestowed a single thought upon
+the prisoner during the whole forenoon. "Where is he? Say, feller, what
+have you done with him?"
+
+"I have not seen him for two hours," replied the prisoner. "As soon as
+we found out that the hills were full of men, we set him at liberty, and
+I suppose he made the best of his way home. We didn't want to keep him
+with us for fear that he would set up a yelp to show where we were
+hiding."
+
+Just then, the deputy, who had been sitting on a log to recover his
+breath, managed to inquire:
+
+"What have you done with your partners?"
+
+"There were only two of us, and the other man has gone off that way,"
+answered the captive, nodding his head toward an indefinite point of the
+compass.
+
+Tom Hallet had no further interest in the hunt. He stood by and watched
+the officer as he unbound the prisoner and substituted a pair of
+hand-cuffs for the rope with which his arms had been confined, and when
+Brierly's party started off with their captive, Tom fell in behind them.
+
+He went as straight to his cabin as he could go, and there he found Bob
+Emerson, who was rummaging around in the hope of finding something to
+eat.
+
+"I haven't had a bite of anything since last night, and you'd better
+believe that I am hungry," said Bob, after he and Tom had greeted each
+other as though they had been separated for years. "But I am not a bit
+of a hero. I haven't had an adventure worth the telling."
+
+"There's nothing in there," said Tom, seeing that his friend was casting
+longing eyes toward his game-bag. "I didn't take much of a lunch with
+me, and I was hungry enough to eat it all. Can you stand it until we get
+home?"
+
+"I'll have to," replied Bob. "By-the-way, did you ever see that before?"
+
+As he spoke, he put his hand into his pocket and drew out a soiled and
+crumpled letter, which looked as though it might have been through the
+war.
+
+It was the same precious document that he and Tom had left in Silas
+Morgan's wood-pile.
+
+"One of the robbers gave it to me last night," continued Bob, in reply
+to his companion's inquiring look. "You will remember that Dan Morgan
+lost the letter within a few feet of the log on which he sat when he
+read it, and that when he and Silas went back to find it, they were
+frightened away by something that dodged into the bushes before they
+could get a sight at it, and which they took to be a ghost. Well, it
+wasn't a ghost at all, but one of the thieves, who had been to the Beach
+after supplies. He found the letter, and read it. Of course he was
+greatly alarmed, and so was his companion; for they couldn't help
+believing that some one had got wind of their hiding-place. They could
+hardly believe me when I told them that you and I made that letter up
+out of the whole cloth, and that we never dreamed there was any one
+living in the gorge."
+
+"But we did know it," said Tom.
+
+"Of course we did after they frightened us, but not before. They spoke
+about that, too. We took them completely by surprise the day we came
+down the gorge. We were close upon their camp before they knew it,
+and for a minute or two they didn't know what to do. Then one of them
+conceived the idea of making that hideous noise, and when the other saw
+how well it worked, he joined in with him."
+
+"But didn't they know that we would be back sooner or later to look into
+the matter?" asked Tom.
+
+"Of course they did, and that was another thing that frightened them.
+They saw very plainly that their hiding-place was broken up, and were
+making preparations to leave it when Silas and Dan put in their
+appearance. The robbers saw and heard them long before they got to the
+camp, and the one who found the letter recognized them at once. It was
+at his suggestion that that ghost was rigged up."
+
+"But they must have known that they could not scare everybody with that
+dummy," observed Tom.
+
+"To-be-sure they did, and they were in a great hurry to get away from
+there; but they needed provisions, and by stopping to get them they fell
+into trouble. They took Joe Morgan's house for a wood-chopper's cabin,
+and while we were robbing them, they were foraging on Joe. I tell you,
+Tom, it's a lucky thing for us that we got out of that gorge when we
+did. They were mad enough to shoot us on sight."
+
+"I don't wonder at it," replied Tom. "It would make most anybody mad to
+lose a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money and securities, no
+matter how he came by them. Where did they catch you? Did they treat you
+well?"
+
+"They treated me well enough," was Bob's reply; "but I believe that if
+they had not stood in fear of immediate capture, I should have a
+different story to tell, if, indeed, I were able to tell any. I told you
+nothing but the truth in the postscript I added to their note."
+
+"I knew they made you write it, and that you did not express your honest
+sentiments when you told us to be in a hurry about giving back that
+valise."
+
+"I was sure you would understand it: but what could a fellow do with a
+cocked revolver flourished before his eyes by a man who was in just the
+right humor to use it on him?"
+
+"He would do as he is told, of course," answered Tom. "But do you
+suppose they thought they could get that valise back by threatening
+you?"
+
+"I don't know what they thought, for they acted as if they were crazy.
+They caught me in less than half an hour after I left you, and it was
+through my own fault. I ran on to them before I knew it; and do you
+imagine I thought 'robbers' once? As true as you live, I didn't. I took
+them for poachers, and told them, very politely, that these grounds were
+posted and they couldn't be allowed to shoot there, when all on a sudden
+it popped into my head what I was doing. They saw the start I gave, and
+in a second more they had me covered. If I could have got away without
+letting them see that I suspected them, they wouldn't have said a word
+to me."
+
+"Well, they covered you with their revolvers; then what?"
+
+"Beyond a doubt, they made a prisoner of me before they thought what
+they were doing, and when they came to look at it, they found that they
+had got an elephant on their hands. Then they would have been glad to
+get rid of me; but they did not see just how they could do it with
+safety to themselves, so they made up their minds to use me.
+
+"At first they thought they would wait and see if anything would come of
+the notice they left on the door of the cabin, and then they thought
+they wouldn't--that they would hunt up another hiding-place as soon as
+possible; so they ordered me to take them where nobody would ever think
+of looking for them. And I could do nothing but obey."
+
+"Were you acting as their guide when they released you?"
+
+Bob replied that he was.
+
+"Why didn't you veer around a bit, and lead them toward the railroad?"
+
+"If I had, I shouldn't be here now," answered Bob, significantly. "They
+warned me to be careful about that, and they were so well acquainted
+with the hills that I was afraid to attempt any tricks. We camped over
+on Dungeon Brook last night, and set out again at an early hour this
+morning; but before we had been in motion an hour, we found ourselves
+cut off from the upper end of the hills, and that was the time they made
+up their minds to let me go. They didn't say so, but still I had an idea
+that they didn't want me around for fear I would make too much noise to
+suit them."
+
+"I know they were afraid of it," said Tom. "The robber that Brierly's
+squad captured said so."
+
+"Is one of them taken?" exclaimed Bob, who hadn't heard of it before.
+"That's good news. Where's the other?"
+
+"Don't know. They separated after they let you go, and Brierly captured
+one of them. Perhaps we shall hear something about the other one now,"
+added Tom, directing his companion's attention to a large party of men
+who were at that moment discovered approaching the cabin. "We went out
+in squads of four, and there are a dozen men in that crowd."
+
+"But I don't see any prisoner among them," said Bob. "They have all got
+guns on their shoulders, and that proves that they have not seen
+anything of robber number two."
+
+As the party came nearer, the boys saw that it was made up of citizens
+of Bellville and Hammondsport, who had abandoned the search for the day,
+and were now on their way home.
+
+They were surprised to see Bob Emerson there, safe and sound, and
+forthwith desired a full history of the letter which had been the means
+of bringing about so remarkable a series of events.
+
+Bob protested that he was too hungry to talk, but when he saw the
+generous supply of bread and meat which one of the men drew from his
+haversack, he sat down on a log in front of the cabin and told his
+story.
+
+His auditors declared that the way things had turned out was little
+short of wonderful, adding, as they arose to go, that they were coming
+out again, bright and early the next morning, to resume the search for
+robber number two. They were not going to remain idle at home, they
+said, as long as there were twenty-five hundred dollars running around
+loose in the woods.
+
+When the bread and meat were all gone, and the boys were once more
+alone, Tom wrote the notice which Joe Morgan found pinned to the door of
+the cabin, and then he and Bob set out for Uncle Hallet's.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+
+Although Silas Morgan had received the most convincing proof that he had
+nothing more to fear from the "hant" which had so long occupied all his
+waking thoughts and disturbed his dreams at night, he would not have
+taken one step toward Mr. Warren's house before morning, had he not been
+urged on by the hope that the sheriff would be ready to pay over his
+money as soon as the robber was given up to him. The desire to handle
+the reward to which he was entitled was stronger than his fear of the
+dark.
+
+"And what shall I do with them twenty-five hundred after I get 'em,
+Joey?" said he. "That's what's a-bothering of me now."
+
+And it was the very thing that was bothering Joe, also. His father had
+always been in the habit of spending his money as fast as he got it, and
+the boy fully expected to see this large sum slip through his fingers
+without doing the least good to him or anybody else.
+
+"I'll tell you what I _wouldn't_ do with it," said Joe, after a little
+hesitation. "I wouldn't give Hobson any of it."
+
+"You're right I won't!" exclaimed Silas. "He's got more'n his share
+already. What be you going to do with yours, when you get it?"
+
+"I think now that I shall put it in the bank at Hammondsport," answered
+Joe. "It will be safe there, and if I am careful of it, it will last me
+until I get through going to school. You don't want to go to school, but
+you might go into business and increase your capital."
+
+"That's it--that's it, Joey!" exclaimed Silas, who grew enthusiastic at
+once. "I never thought of that. But what sort of business? It must be
+something easy, 'cause I've worked hard enough already."
+
+"Mr. Warren says that there is no easy way of making a living," began
+Joe; but his father interrupted him with an exclamation of impatience.
+
+"What does old man Warren know about it?" he demanded. "He never had to
+do a hand's turn in his life."
+
+"But he don't know what it is to be idle, and he is busy at something
+every day," said Joe. "I'll tell you what I have often thought I would
+do if I had a little money, and I may do it yet, if you don't decide to
+go into it. The new road that is coming through here is bound to bring a
+good many people to the Beach, sooner or later. As the trout are nearly
+all gone, the guests will have to devote their attention to the bass in
+the lake, and consequently there will be a big demand for boats."
+
+"So there will!" exclaimed Silas, who saw at once what Joe was trying to
+get at. "That's the business I've been looking for, Joey, and it's an
+easy one, too. Of course, I can let all my boats at so much an hour, and
+I won't have nothing to do but sit on the beach and take in my money."
+
+"And what'll I be doing?" inquired Dan, who had not spoken before.
+
+"You!" cried Silas, who seemed to have forgotten that Dan was one of the
+party. "You will keep on chopping cord wood, to pay you for the mean
+trick you played on me this morning. You see what you made by it, don't
+you? I reckon you wish you'd stayed by me now, don't you? How much will
+them boats cost me, Joey?"
+
+"I should think that ten or a dozen skiffs would be enough to begin
+with," answered Joe, "and they will cost you between three and four
+hundred dollars; but you would have enough left to rent a piece of
+ground of Mr. Warren and put up a snug little house on it."
+
+"Then I'll be a gentleman like the rest of 'em, won't I?" exclaimed
+Silas, gleefully.
+
+"No, you won't," said Dan, to himself. "That bridge ain't been built
+yet, and I don't reckon Hobson means to have it there. He is going to
+bust it up some way or 'nother, and I'm just the man to help him, if
+he'll pay me for it. Everybody is getting rich 'cepting me, and I ain't
+going to be treated this way no longer!"
+
+Silas was so completely carried away by Joe's plan for making money
+without work that he could think of nothing else. He forgot how
+determined and vindictive Dan was, and how easy it would be for him to
+place a multitude of obstacles in his way, but Joe didn't.
+
+The latter knew well enough that Dan intended to make trouble if he were
+left out in the cold, but what could be done for so lazy and unreliable
+a fellow as he was? That was the question.
+
+While Joe was turning it over in his mind, he led the way through Mr.
+Warren's gate and up to the porch, where he found his employer sitting
+in company with the sheriff and both Uncle Hallet's game-wardens. The
+deputy was in an upper room, keeping guard over the other prisoner.
+
+Of course, Tom and Bob, who were greatly surprised as well as delighted
+to see Joe and his party, wanted to know just how the capture of robber
+number two had been brought about, and while Joe was telling the story,
+the sheriff marched the captive into the house and turned him over to
+his deputy.
+
+Then he came back and sat down; but he did not put his hand into his
+pocket and pull out the reward, as Silas hoped he would.
+
+"This has been a good day's work all around," said Tom, who was in high
+spirits. "The next time there is any detective work to be done in this
+county, Bob and I will volunteer to do it. We can catch more criminals
+by sitting still and writing letters, than the officers can by bringing
+all their skill into play."
+
+The sheriff laughed, and said that was the way the thing looked from
+where he sat.
+
+"The fun is all over now," continued Tom, "and to-morrow we will go to
+work in earnest. You will be on hand, of course?"
+
+Joe replied that he would.
+
+"By-the-way," chimed in Bob, "did this robber of yours have a gun of any
+description in his hands when he was captured?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then, Joe, you and I are just that much out of pocket. The guns are
+gone up."
+
+"What has become of them?"
+
+"They are out in the hills somewhere," answered Bob. "When the robbers
+made up their minds that they had better let me go, one of them had my
+gun and the other had yours; but the robber Brierly captured says that
+the weapon impeded his flight, and so he threw it away. Whereabouts he
+was in the hills when he got rid of it, he can't tell. No doubt your gun
+was thrown away also, and the chances are not one in a thousand that we
+shall ever find them again."
+
+While this conversation was going on, Silas Morgan, who stood at the
+foot of the steps that led to the porch, kept pulling Joe by the
+coat-sleeve, and whispering to him:
+
+"Never mind the guns. Tell the sheriff that I'm powerful anxious to see
+the color of them twenty-five hundred."
+
+Joe paid no sort of attention to him, and finally Silas became so very
+much in earnest in his endeavors to attract the boy's notice, that the
+officer saw it; and when there was a little pause in the conversation,
+he said, carelessly:
+
+"Oh, about the reward, Silas--"
+
+"That's the idee," replied the ferry-man, who thought sure that he was
+going to get it now. "That's what I'm here for. You have got the
+bugglars in your own hands now, and I don't reckon you would mind
+passing it over, would you?"
+
+"I?" exclaimed the sheriff. "I haven't got it. I have never had a cent
+of it in my possession."
+
+"Then who's going to give it to me?" demanded Silas, who wondered if the
+officer was going to cheat him out of his money.
+
+"Well, you see, Silas," said the sheriff, "the reward is conditioned
+upon the arrest and conviction of the burglars. They have been arrested,
+and their conviction is only a matter of time; but you can't get your
+money until they are sentenced."
+
+"And how long will that be?"
+
+"The court will sit again in about six weeks. As some of the money was
+offered by the county, and the rest by the men who lost the jewelry and
+things that were found in that valise, you will get your reward from
+different parties, unless they hand it over to me to be paid to you in a
+lump."
+
+"That's the way I want it," said Silas, who was very much disappointed.
+"I'm going into business."
+
+"What sort of business?" inquired Mr. Warren.
+
+"I am going to keep a boat-house down to the Beach."
+
+"Well now, Silas, that's the most sensible thing I have heard from you
+in a long time," said Mr. Warren. "I'll rent you a piece of ground big
+enough for a garden, and you can set yourself up in business in good
+shape, build a nice house, and have money left in the bank. If you
+manage the thing rightly, you and Dan ought to make a good living
+of it."
+
+"Who said anything about Dan?" exclaimed Silas.
+
+"I did. Of course you can't ignore him because you are wealthy. He wants
+a chance to earn an honest living, and he needs it, too. He's a strong
+boy, a first-rate hand with a boat, knows all the best fishing-grounds
+on the lake, and would be just the fellow to send out with a party who
+wanted a guide and boatman. You can easily afford to pay him a dollar a
+day for such work as that."
+
+"Well, I won't do it," said Silas, promptly. "He's a lazy,
+good-for-nothing scamp, Dan is, and I won't take him into business along
+of me."
+
+"But you will hire him, and give him a chance to quit breaking the game
+law and make an honest living," said the sheriff. "By-the-way, Silas,
+I guess you had better bring up those setters, and save me the trouble
+of going after them."
+
+"What setters?" exclaimed Silas, who acted as if he were on the point of
+taking to his heels. "I ain't got none. I took 'em down to the hotel and
+give 'em up."
+
+"I am glad to hear it, because it will save me some trouble," replied
+the officer. "I have had my eyes on those dogs ever since you got hold
+of them, and I should have been after them long ago if I had known where
+to find the owner. Don't do that again, Silas. Honesty is the best
+policy, every day in the week."
+
+"If you will leave your business in my hands, I will attend to it for
+you, and you will not have to go to Hammondsport at all," continued Mr.
+Warren.
+
+And Joe was glad to hear him say it, because it showed him that the
+gentleman did not intend that his father should squander all his money,
+if he could help it.
+
+"It is too late in the season for you to do anything with your boats
+this year, but I will give you and Dan a steady job at chopping wood,
+and if you take care of the money you earn, instead of spending it at
+Hobson's bar, you can live well during the winter. If the reward is not
+paid over to you by the time spring opens, I will advance you enough to
+start you in business and build your house. Then I think you had better
+give Dan a chance."
+
+"So do I," whispered Tom, to his friend Bob. "Dan has lived by his wits
+long enough, and if Silas doesn't begin to take some interest in him,
+the sheriff will have a word or two to say about those setters. I can
+see plainly enough that he intends to hold that affair over Silas as a
+whip to make him behave himself."
+
+"Do you think Silas will ever have the reward paid him in a lump?" asked
+Bob.
+
+"No, I don't, because he doesn't know enough to take care of so much
+money. Joe can get his any time he wants it, for Mr. Warren knows that
+he will make every cent of it count."
+
+Then, aloud, Tom said:
+
+"Well, Bob, seeing that we've got to get up in the morning, we had
+better be going home. Come over bright and early, Joe, and we will take
+your things back to your cabin."
+
+"And I will send up another supply of provisions," said Mr. Warren.
+
+Joe thanked his employer, bade him good-night, and led the way out of
+the yard.
+
+For a time he and his party walked along in silence, and then Silas, who
+began to have a vague idea that he had been imposed upon in some way,
+broke out, fiercely:
+
+"What did old man Warren mean by saying that if I didn't get all my
+money by the time spring comes, he would advance enough to set me up in
+business?" Silas almost shouted. "Looks to me like he'd 'p'inted himself
+my guardeen, and that he means to keep a tight grip on them twenty-five
+hundred, so't I can't spend it to suit myself. That's what I think he
+means to do, dog-gone the luck!"
+
+Joe thought so, too, and he was glad of it. If that was Mr. Warren's
+intention, Joe's mother would be likely to reap some benefit from the
+reward; otherwise, she would not.
+
+  [TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+EIGHT GOOD RIDDLES.
+
+
+Feet have they, but they walk not--stoves.
+
+Eyes have they, but they see not--potatoes.
+
+Teeth have they, but they chew not--saws.
+
+Noses have they, but they smell not--teapots.
+
+Mouths have they, but they taste not--rivers.
+
+Hands have they, but they handle not--Clocks.
+
+Ears have they, but they hear not--cornstalks.
+
+Tongues have they, but they talk not--wagons.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+_Teacher_--"I am sorry, William, to have to whip a big boy like you.
+It grieves me terribly."
+
+_William_--"It don't grieve you half as much as it does me."]
+
+
+
+
+CREAM OF THE COMICS.
+
+  "Brisk as a bee."
+  --_Boswell's Life of Johnson_.
+
+
+  --In the drama of life the clerk plays a counter-part.
+
+  --Why is a whisper forbidden in polite society? Because it isn't
+aloud.
+
+[Illustration: AN ILLUSTRATED TALE.]
+
+  --A tinsmith in the country has a sign which reads:
+  "Quart measures of all shapes and sizes sold here."
+
+  --Customer: "Is your bread nice and light?"
+  Baker's boy: "Yessum; it only weighs nine ounces to the pound!"
+
+  --"Home, Sweet Home"--a bee-hive.
+
+  --The egotist lives on an I-land.
+
+  --The Bank of England--a fog-bank.
+
+  --"April showers bring forth May flowers."
+  Said Flora to her brother Bob: "Robert, dear, what do April showers
+    bring forth?"
+  Said Bob: "Umbrellas, of course!"
+
+  --"Don't you find the people around here very sociable?" asked
+    Cobwigger of a new neighbor.
+  "Yes, indeed, I do," was the hearty response. "Only a moment ago I met
+    a beggar, and he held out his hand to me."
+
+  --"Pa," said little Jimmie, "I was very near going to the head of my
+    class to-day."
+  "How is that, my son?"
+  "Why, a big word came all the way down to me, and if I could only have
+    spelled it, I should have gone clear up."
+
+  --Mamma (coaxingly): "Come, Bobby, take your medicine now, and then
+    jump into bed!"
+  Bobby: "I do not want to take my medicine, mamma."
+  Father (who knows how to govern children) "Robert, if you don't take
+    your medicine at once, you will be put to bed without taking it at
+    all."
+
+  --A little girl in Charles Street, Boston, has an old-fashioned doll
+    which has the following words worked in red silk letters on its
+    sawdust-stuffed body:
+
+    "Steal not this doll for fear of shame,
+    For here you see the owner's name.
+
+      "PRISCILLA ALDEN."
+
+  --A little grammar found in an old garret in Portsmouth, N.H., has an
+    illustration representing the difference between the active, passive
+    and neuter verbs. It is a picture of a father whipping his boy. The
+    father is active, the boy is passive, and the mother, sitting by
+    herself on a stool, looking on, but doing nothing, is neuter.
+
+  --"Here, Johnnie, what do you mean by taking Willie's cake away from
+    him? Didn't you have a piece for yourself?"
+  "Yes; but you told me I always ought to take my little brother's
+    part."
+
+  --Young physician (who has just lost a patient, to old physician):
+    "Would you advise an autopsy, doctor?"
+  Old physician: "No; I would advise an inquest."
+
+  --"Pause!" cries the sire unto the lad,
+    "Let judgment teach you sense."
+  "I will," he answers, "when I've had
+    Enough experience."
+
+  --Doctor: "Now, my little man, you take this medicine and I will give
+    you five cents."
+  Young America: "You take it yourself, and I will go you five cents
+    better."
+
+  --Mistaking the door, young Mr. Cipher walked into the dentist's
+    office instead of the doctor's.
+  "Doctor," he groaned, "I'm in bad shape. My head aches all the time,
+    and I can't do anything with it."
+  "Yes, yes," said Doctor Toothaker, cheerfully. "I see; big cavity in
+    it; must be hollow; you'll need to have it filled."
+  And, seeing his mistake, young Mr. Cipher apologized and went out,
+    and told it all around as a capital joke on the dentist.
+
+
+[Illustration: JOHNNIE'S FIRST FISHING EXCURSION OF THE SEASON.
+
+  What he caught at the pond.
+
+  What he caught when he got home!]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LETTER BOX.
+
+
+DECLINED.--A Sad Catastrophe--A Stage-Driver's Story--My Dog Carlo--The
+Children's Celebration--Flossie's Letter--The Scotch Yacht
+Thistle--Brave Dog Nero and his Friends--Our First Boat Ride--Little
+Sam, a Tale of Long Ago--Penny.
+
+Q. K.--The first fire insurance office in the United States was
+established at Boston in 1724; the first life insurance at Philadelphia
+in 1812.
+
+J. E. M. AND R. B. G.--Every requisite for admission to the West Point
+Military Academy was fully detailed in No. 12 of the last volume, which
+will be mailed to any address upon the receipt of 6 cents.
+
+OLD READER.--1. The oldest daily newspaper in this country is the North
+American and United States Gazette, founded in 1771, and still published
+in Philadelphia. 2. There may be some curiosity dealer in your city who
+would be willing to purchase the ancient paper in your possession.
+
+YUM YUM.--Boulak is the port of Cairo, Egypt, being situated on the
+right bank of the Nile, one mile northwest of that city, of which it
+forms a suburb. A noble museum of antiquities is situated at Boulak,
+and the latest additions to its treasures are the mummies described in
+No. 22.
+
+F. E. N.--Level is a term applied to surfaces that are parallel to that
+of still water, or perpendicular to the direction of the plumb-line; and
+when it is desired to ascertain the altitude of any specified locality,
+the level of the ocean's surface is always taken as the standard from
+which such reckoning is made.
+
+ALEX.--The easiest and most skillful methods of killing setting and
+preserving insects were set forth in Nos. 18, 27, 47, 48, 49 and 50 of
+Vol. III. The process of making the "killing bottle" is too lengthy to
+be reproduced here, but is given in full in the first-mentioned issue,
+under the heading "Herme's Museum."
+
+W. B. W.--By closely studying the construction and solution of the
+puzzles printed from week to week in this paper, any boy of average
+intelligence will have no difficulty in mastering them in a
+comparatively short time. A very interesting article on this subject was
+presented under the title of "An Instructive Pastime," in No. 22 of Vol.
+VII.
+
+CLARENCE B.--There is only one source of alcohol--the fermentation of
+sugar or other saccharine matter. Sugar is the produce of the vegetable
+world. Some plants contain free sugar, and still more contain starch,
+which can be converted into sugar. The best vegetable substances,
+therefore, for yielding alcohol are those that contain the greatest
+abundance of sugar or of starch.
+
+A SUBSCRIBER, H. C. J. AND S. O. K.--Boys aged from fourteen to eighteen
+years are eligible to appointment to the United States Naval Academy at
+Annapolis, Md. The limit of age for those enlisting on the government
+training ships is from fifteen to eighteen years. Both of these branches
+of the service are open to any American youths capable of passing the
+physical and mental examinations required of all applicants.
+
+H. S. W.--The Bible informs us that Tubal-Cain, the son of Lamech and
+Zillah, was the "instructor of every artificer in brass and iron," and
+on that account he is considered the first blacksmith of which there is
+any record. Respecting the tools used by him there is no mention made by
+historians. Jabal, another son of Lamech, "was the father of such as
+dwell in tents and of such as have cattle," and his brother Jubal "of
+all such as handle the harp and organ."
+
+FRANKLIN SCHOOL.--We prefer to refrain from publishing medical recipes,
+such as pimple removers and the like, always advising a consultation
+with a first-class physician, who will prescribe some blood-purifying
+compound for the relief or cure of the trouble. In our younger days,
+a mixture of molasses, cream tartar and sulphur was considered a
+sovereign remedy for skin eruptions, and a weak solution of alcohol or
+ammonia a most excellent annihilator of "blackheads."
+
+HARKINGOPITCHER.--1. The originator of puzzles is not known, nor is it
+at all probable that the mystery surrounding their inception will ever
+be cleared away. The fabled founder is the Sphinx of Egypt, who,
+the mythologists inform us, propounded the first enigma. 2. It is an
+invariable custom to notify our readers of the appearance of new serial
+stories, and therefore you will receive due notice of those written by
+your favorites, when we conclude to publish them.
+
+THEO. H.--The action of machines used for making ice consists in
+evaporating ether, or any similar volatile liquid, in a vacuum, and
+again condensing the vapor to liquid, so as to be used afresh. Fifty-two
+degrees of cold is thus easily obtained, and the machines used for the
+purpose can produce several tons of ice each day in the hottest
+countries. Much artificial ice is now made by compressing atmospheric
+air, and by this method a freezing temperature is obtained on vessels
+employed in carrying fresh meats from distant countries.
+
+INK BOTTLE.--1. Mineralogists apply the term "pyrites" to a large group
+or family of minerals, compounds of metals with sulphur, or with
+arsenic, or with both. The name was originally given to the sulphuret of
+iron, known as iron pyrites, in consequence of its striking fire with
+steel (from the Greek _pyr_, fire), and it was used for kindling powder
+in the pans of muskets before gun-flints were introduced. Iron pyrites
+is commonly of a bright brass-yellow color, and is found crystallized in
+cubes, dodecahedrons and many other forms. It is a very widely diffused
+and plentiful mineral, and seems to belong almost equally to all
+geological formations. 2. Eagle cents issued in 1858 are of no value to
+collectors, because they lack rarity. 3. Your exchange is too trivial.
+
+J. B. D., of Chicago, kindly informs us that he has been able to get a
+slight shock from a telegraph battery in the following manner: "On every
+learner's instrument there are two binding-posts, and to one of them is
+joined a wire from the battery; a small file is fastened to the other;
+the key is closed, and then the other wire of the battery is taken in
+your wet fingers, and, with the other hand, also wet, upon the file,
+the wire is run along the surface of the file, and a shock results."
+
+WALTER R.--What is known as the registry system is intended to secure to
+valuable mail-matter in its transition through the mails the utmost
+security within the province of the Post Office Department. The fee on
+any registered matter, domestic or foreign, is fixed at ten cents on
+each parcel or letter, to be affixed in stamps, in addition to the
+postage. The money-order system is intended to promote public
+convenience, and to secure safety in the transfer through the mails of
+small sums of money. The rates may be ascertained by inquiring at a
+local office.
+
+AN ADMIRER OF G. D.--1. Two French scientists, Captain Renard and
+M. Tissaudier, have invented a balloon whose motive power is
+electricity. The dynamo machine used by them is an intensely
+concentrated bichromate battery of one and a half horse-power. It is
+very light, weighing but 121-1/4 pounds. Several successful experimental
+trips have been made in this machine, and the inventors claim that by
+using all the battery power, they were enabled to navigate against the
+wind. They may be over-sanguine, but expect, after making some
+improvements in the balloon, to attain a speed of from fifteen to twenty
+miles an hour. 2. Constant base-ball practice will harden the hands.
+No artificial preparation is used by professionals.
+
+PARXIE.--John Howard, an Englishman, made on May 8, 1854, the greatest
+running long-jump, with weights, 29 feet 7 inches; without weights, the
+highest record is 23 feet 3 inches, made by M. W. Ford, August 14, 1886.
+Standing long-jump with weights, 14 feet 5-1/2 inches, G. W. Hamilton,
+October 3, 1879; without weights, 10 feet 10-1/2 inches, M. H. Johnson,
+September 4, 1884. Running hop-step-and-jump. 48 feet 8 inches,
+T. Burrows, October 18, 1884; standing hop-step-and-jump, with weights,
+40 feet 2 inches, D. Anderson, July 24, 1865; without weights, 31 feet
+10 inches, Gavin Tait, 1862. These are world's records. The best
+one-mile amateur bicycle record--2.35 2-5--was made by W. A. Rowe,
+October 23, 1885. He has beaten this record--2.29 4-5--since he became a
+professional.
+
+H. C. H.--In early days the coining of copper money for New Jersey was
+given by law to Walker Mould, Thomas Goodsby and Albion Cox. There were
+two mints, one at Elizabethtown and the other at Morristown. These coins
+display on their obverse a horse's head, usually facing right, with a
+plow below it, and the legend is "Nova Caesarea." The date is placed in
+several positions. On the reverse is a shield, with the motto
+"E Pluribus Unum" around the border. In ordinary condition, these
+coppers are worth from ten to fifty cents. The rarest varieties are
+those having the date under the beam, which are worth $100 each: with
+the General Washington bust, $150 each; and with "Immunis Columbia,
+1786" for obverse, $50. Doubtless the one in your possession is a common
+variety.
+
+GRAPE CITY.--1. The modern express traffic was originated by William F.
+Harnden, on March 4, 1839. At first he carried the packages himself from
+place to place in a satchel; but his patrons grew in number until he had
+to establish an office in each city, with a daily messenger each day.
+Previous to this, all such packages had been sent by friends, or by
+special messengers. 2. The precise time of the invention of the
+telescope, as well as the name of its inventor, is unknown. Prior to the
+end of the thirteenth century, glass lenses were in use for the purpose
+of assisting the eye in obtaining distinctness of vision. Galileo is
+generally credited with being the first who constructed a telescope by
+which he was enabled to make many of the great discoveries upon which
+the science of astronomy stands for its foundation. 3. By good business
+methods you can doubtless build up a trade such as that stated.
+4. Inquire at a book store.
+
+KICKAPOO.--1. At the beginning of the eleventh century it is said that
+the Northmen attempted to plant a settlement in the locality known as
+Rhode Island. In 1614, Block, the Dutch navigator, explored it, and the
+Dutch traders afterward, seeing the marshy estuaries red with
+cranberries, called it Roode Eylandt, "red island," afterward corrupted
+into the name it now bears. Roger Williams, a Welsh-Puritan minister,
+pastor of a church at Salem, was banished from the colony of
+Massachusetts, fled to the head of Narraganset Bay, and there, with a
+few followers, planted the seed of the commonwealth of Rhode Island in
+1636. The place selected by him for settlement he called Providence.
+2. The first wife of Julius Caesar was named Cornelia; the second was
+Pompeia, a relative of the noted Pompey; and the third was Calpurnia.
+3. Napoleon Bonaparte was born at Ajaccio, Corsica, August 15, 1769,
+and died May 5, 1821, at St. Helena, to which island he had been exiled
+after the battle of Waterloo.
+
+NEMO.--The recipe for making a copying-pad and the ink used thereon was
+given in No. 2, vol. V. --E. D. AND AUTHOR. We are fully supplied with
+literary material by experienced writers. --SOLOMON C. Acrobats do not
+use any artificial preparation to increase their suppleness. Constant
+practice is the secret of the agility displayed by them. --W. B. The
+construction of a photographic camera was detailed in No. 13, Vol. IV;
+while the making of blue prints formed the subject of an article in No.
+51, Vol. II. --NINTH AVENUE. Interesting articles on the subject of
+electricity have been presented in Nos. 3 and 4, Vol. VI, and 16, Vol.
+VII. --SUBSCRIBER. An ingenious, painstaking boy can construct a very
+neat aeolian harp by following out the directions given in No. 16 of the
+fifth volume. --COPPERHEAD. 1. The drawing of the binder shows
+considerable ingenuity, and is doubtless novel and useful enough to
+warrant patenting. 2. One of the simplest and best forms of the canvas
+canoe was illustrated and described in No. 37, Vol. VI. In this and the
+previous number another kind is represented. --W. C. H. Any study can be
+mastered if the student is persevering and ordinarily intelligent.
+--D. P. H. 1. None of the curiosities in your possession are of any
+special value. 2. The gold coin will pass at its face value. 3. Nos. 2
+and 18, Vol. II, are out of print. Three dollars per year is the regular
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+
+L. Boyd, N.E. cor. 18th and Hamilton Sts., Philadelphia, Pa., a set of
+boxing gloves and a book by Verne, for a miniature sailboat, 2 feet
+long.
+
+S. A. Chevalier, No. 366 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., 49 photo
+negatives of notable yachts, buildings, etc., for an electrical outfit,
+a cornet, or a banjo.
+
+J. Hirsch, Box 212, Corpus Christi, Texas, a collection of sea
+curiosities for stamps.
+
+E. T. Warner, 155 S. 5th St., Brooklyn, N.Y., Vols. VI, VII (complete)
+and VIII (to date) GOLDEN DAYS, and 20 books by Castlemon and Alger,
+for other books by Castlemon, Alger, Otis or Ellis.
+
+L. G. Banks, 92 Maple Ave., 31st Ward, Pittsburg, Pa., a magic lantern
+with lens, lamp and 12 views, and "Robinson Crusoe," for a Model
+printing press.
+
+H. J. West, 1610 Hollins St., Baltimore, Md., a magic lantern with 13
+slides, in a leatherette box, for a pair of 3-pound Indian clubs and a
+pair of 3-pound dumb-bells.
+
+R. F. Baird, 205 Wylie Ave., Pittsburg, Pa., Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, for a
+Waterbury watch.
+
+E. D. Flugel, 134 E. 109th St., N.Y. city, a large bagatelle board with
+marbles, for a collection of not less than 300 foreign stamps only.
+(City offers only.)
+
+F. L. Shipley, Box 275, Creston, Ia., Vols. LVII and LVIII "Youth's
+Companion" and Vol. VIII (up to date) GOLDEN DAYS, for a printing press
+and outfit.
+
+H. B. Cochran, 345 N. 12th St., Phila., Pa., a Waterbury watch, a font
+of newspaper type, and 2 books, for a book on mineralogy and natural
+history or specimens of minerals.
+
+E. Rudolphy, 389 S. Halsted St., Chicago, Ill. Vol. VII "Harper's Young
+People," for a photo tripod.
+
+H. A. Eastman, Box 1080, Keene, N.H., a printing press and 5 fonts of
+type, for a telegraph key and sounder.
+
+J. Tracy, Conneaut, Ohio, a maple-shell snare-drum with ebony sticks,
+for any vol. of GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fifth.
+
+M. Graham, Grove City, Pa., a magic lantern with 35 slides, a panorama,
+a 3x4 printing press with type, a telephone and a cabinet of tricks,
+for a telegraph instrument with batteries.
+
+L. Randall, 1825 Garrison Ave., St. Louis, Mo., a collection of over 300
+foreign and U.S. postage stamps and a collection of postmarks, for a
+Waterbury watch.
+
+W. P. Simpson, Box 773, Jacksonville, Fla., Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, a pair
+of roller skates and a set of books, for a silver watch or a press and
+outfit.
+
+C. W. Hurst, 1825 Fitzwater St., Phila., Pa., Vols. I, II and III GOLDEN
+DAYS, a xylophone, a magic lantern with 24 slides, and a stamp
+collection in an album, for the best offer of bicycle sundries.
+
+T. J. McMahon, 41 Thomas St., N.Y. city, Vols. III, IV and V GOLDEN
+DAYS, for best offer of a musical instrument.
+
+S. M. Johnson, Lock Box 172, Round Rock, Texas, a $25 brass B-flat
+cornet with A and B crooks, for a 5x7 self-inking printing press and
+material.
+
+J. Atwell, 10 W. Jefferson St., Syracuse, N.Y., a pair of nickel-plated
+extension roller skates and bag, for a banjo.
+
+G. Frick, 2908 Fairhill St., Phila., Pa., a 48-inch steel-spoked
+rubber-tired bicycle, a watch, Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS, and "Tom Brown at
+Oxford," for a Star bicycle.
+
+C. E. Mason, 656 Franklin St., Phila., Pa., an International album
+containing stamps and about 5,000 loose ones, a New Rogers scroll saw,
+and 2 pairs of nickel-plated ice and roller skates, for a 26-bracket
+nickel-rimmed banjo, or a guitar, or photo materials.
+
+G. Barker, 504 W. 129th St., N.Y. city, 7 books by Castlemon, Kingston
+and Dickens, for a violin and instruction book. (City offers preferred.)
+
+Z. A. Stegmuller, 56 E. 25th St., N.Y. city, a game, a small steam
+engine, a silver watch and a gold pen-holder, for a self-inking printing
+press with type, or a rowing machine. (City and Brooklyn offers only.)
+
+J. W. Edwards, 197 Hamilton Ave., Brooklyn, N.Y., a 16-foot
+flat-bottomed skiff with centreboard, sail, oars and oarlocks, for a 46
+or 48-inch rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+J. J. Morrow, 94 Pennsylvania Ave., Allegheny, Pa., a 3-lens microscope
+with a few mounted specimens, for Vols. V and VI GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+C. H. Montayre, 145 W. 11th St., N.Y. city, a self-inking printing press
+and full outfit, for a 6x6 canvas tent. (City offers preferred.)
+
+F. Blake, Lock Haven, Pa., a telegraph outfit, for a $10 watch, or a set
+of boxing gloves, or a pair of 12-pound dumb-bells.
+
+L. H. Reamy, 113 River St., Zanesville, Ohio, a polyopticon, for the
+best offer of GOLDEN DAYS prior to Vol. VI.
+
+C. V. Gibson. Box 1026, Natick, Mass., a 2-1/2 x 4 printing press with
+cards, 200 postmarks. 1400 foreign and U.S. stamps, and a pair of
+skates, for a flute, a banjo, a violin and bow, or a cornet.
+
+C. Perry, Ithaca, N.Y., a $25 upright engine, for a scroll saw with
+lathe attachment.
+
+L. M. Geer, Box 663, Corry, Pa., Vols. II, III and IV "Harper's Young
+People," Vols. XLI, XLII and XLIII "Youth's Companion," a magic lantern
+with 12 slides, 6 books and 2 pairs of skates, for a rubber-tired
+steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+G. V. Bacon. 52 Dudley St., Boston, Mass., a Ruby magic lantern, a set
+of carving tools, and a set of drawing instruments, for a pair of
+fencing foils.
+
+G. Medina, Room 360, Prod. Ex. Bldg., N.Y. city, a complete $40 camping
+outfit, for a 1/2-nickeled bicycle with ball bearings.
+
+C. O. Henbest, Marshall, Ill., Vol. V or VI GOLDEN DAYS, or a printing
+press, for a collection of stamps.
+
+F. A. Magee, Maiden, Mass., Vol. IV GOLDEN DAYS, a canvas canoe,
+a printing press, 200 stamps, 200 postmarks, a pair of opera glasses,
+a magnifying glass and 200 good story papers, for a large press or a
+bicycle.
+
+E. C. Cary, Box 147, N.Y. city, a New Rogers scroll saw with drill, saws
+and patterns, a hand-inking 2-1/4 x 3-1/4 printing press, with type, ink,
+furniture, etc., for a violin and bow, with or without case.
+
+N. J. Waite, 401 Giddings Ave., Cleveland, Ohio, Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS,
+for any kind of electrical goods.
+
+J. Clay Collier, Fort Smith, Ark., Vol. V and part of Vol. VII GOLDEN
+DAYS, for books by Castlemon or Cooke.
+
+F. Vansant, 770 St. Peter St., Baltimore, Md., $15 worth of books, for
+an 8x8x8 wall tent.
+
+J. W. Robertson, 1180 Harvard St., Chicago, Ill., a collection of stamps
+and 4 books, for a pair of opera glasses or a printing press with type.
+
+C. A. Lutz, Cane Spring, Ky., Vols. II (a few numbers missing). III, IV,
+V, VI (all bound, without covers) and VII (unbound) "Harper's Young
+People," for volumes of GOLDEN DAYS or telegraphic apparatus.
+
+G. Moulton, Virginia, Ill., an ebony 13-keyed B-flat clarionet, for a
+watch.
+
+W. R. Clickner, Andover. Kans., a $25 5x8 printing press and outfit,
+for a rubber-tired bicycle.
+
+C. Peck, 71 35th St., Chicago, Ill., 8 books by Reid and others, and a
+pair of ice skates, for a Morse telegraph outfit.
+
+R. Buck, Sea Isle City, N.J., "Ragged Dick Series," (6 volumes), for a
+telegraph key, sounder and outfit.
+
+F. Schafer, 307 S. 3d St., Brooklyn, E.D., N.Y., a pair of opera glasses
+with case, and a fife, for a mandolin, or a banjo with 24 brackets (N.Y.
+or Brooklyn offers preferred).
+
+F. Horton, Westfield, Pa., 2 volumes of "Youth's Companion," and a pair
+of roller skates, for a banjo.
+
+W. A. Sherwood, Lutherville, Md., a magic lantern with 12 slides and a
+font of job type, for rare foreign and U.S. stamps.
+
+W. A. Pickering, Box 797, Eureka Springs, Ark., a 1/4-horse-power steam
+engine, for a nickel-plated B-flat cornet.
+
+E. H. Gilbert, Lock Box 21, Glens Falls, N.Y., 2 pairs of skates and
+"Don Quixote," for a pair of opera glasses with case.
+
+L. A. Cox, Verden, Ill., Vols. V, VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+R. F. Greene, Box 232, Arkansas City, Kans., Vol. LVIII "Youth's
+Companion" and 2 books, for any bound volume of GOLDEN DAYS except the
+sixth.
+
+H. J. Hendrickson, 214 W. Market St., York, Pa., 950 foreign stamps and
+700 foreign and domestic postmarks, for a collection of minerals.
+
+C. V. B. Gettz, Moore's, Pa., a $35 gas engine (1/3-horse-power), for
+a bicycle (American Challenge preferred).
+
+H. H. Sellers, 73 Exchange St., Bangor, Me., a 10-keyed ocarina,
+a 6-keyed clarionet, 6 books and a stylographic pen, for a cornet.
+
+C. W. Valentine, Millville, N.J., a volume of "Youth's Companion," "Tom
+Brown's School-days" and a bagatelle board, for carpenters' tools.
+
+A. Spring, Jr., White Plains, N.Y., a magic lantern with 23 slides,
+for Vol. I or II GOLDEN DAYS (bound).
+
+J. G. Ross, Mariner's Harbor, Staten Island, N.Y., a 12-foot
+round-bottomed row-boat with centreboard and oars, for a photographic
+outfit, a bicycle or a press.
+
+J. C. Hubbard, 22 E. Main St., Battle Creek, Mich., a hand-inking press
+and a collection of curiosities, for type and material, or volumes of
+GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fourth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+C. A. Wise, Gobleville, Mich., a pair of nickel-plated roller skates and
+a guitar, for the best offer of foreign and U.S. stamps.
+
+H. A. Hammond. Box 276, Peabody, Mass., Vols. V and VI, or VI and VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a fountain or stylographic pen.
+
+R. A. Weston, W. Mt. Vernon, Me., 300 numbers of "Youth's Companion,"
+Vols. II, III and IV "Harper's Young People," Vol. VII GOLDEN DAYS,
+3 books, 100 varieties of stamps, a pair of ice skates and a game, for
+a rubber-tired steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+C. H. Dunham, 1098 Washington St. (Suite 12), Boston, Mass., a pair of
+roller skates, a Holly scroll saw with saws and patterns, and Vol. VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).
+
+R. H. Stickney, Valparaiso, Ind., a stereoscope with 16 views, a magic
+lantern with views and photographic attachment, a dark lantern and a
+book by Kingston, for a 7x9 wall tent.
+
+B. M. Wilson, 1824 Ridge Ave., Phila., Pa., an International album with
+100 stamps, and Vol. V GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+E. S. Harvey, Ridge, Ohio, a hand-inking press with roller, furniture
+and a font of type, and a book, for an International stamp album or
+stamps.
+
+J. Meighan, Jr., 386 Garden St., Hoboken, N.J., a pair of skates, for a
+catcher's mask.
+
+C. Bagley, 10 Olive St., Lynn, Mass., a pair of skates, Vols. IV, VI and
+VII GOLDEN DAYS and a lot of musical instruments, for a rubber-tired
+bicycle (Mass. offers preferred).
+
+E. F. Balinger, Mt. Union, Ohio, 2 vols. of GOLDEN DAYS, a pair of
+roller skates, a telegraph key and sounder, an Indian bow and arrows,
+and some books and magazines, for a cornet with crooks.
+
+S. L. Taylor, 333 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass., a collection of 350
+foreign stamps in an album, 900 traders, a magic lantern with 20 or 30
+slides, and 5 books, for a B-flat cornet, a banjo, or a cork-handled
+tennis racquet.
+
+J. E. Ackerman, Jr., 7 Nassau St., N.Y. city, a nickel-plated bicycle
+saddle and bell, for a Duryea saddle (style, A or C).
+
+F. H. Meyers. 38 Bleecker St., N.Y. city, Vols. IV, V, VI and VII GOLDEN
+DAYS, Vol. LIV "Youth's Companion," a vol. of "St. Nicholas," 5 books;
+a magic lantern with slides, and 2 games, for a rubber-tired
+steel-spoked bicycle.
+
+C. F. Souder. Box 199, Toledo, Ohio, a violin and bow, and Vol. VII
+GOLDEN DAYS, for a banjo.
+
+C. W. Howell, 646 Kentucky St., Lawrence, Kans., an accordion,
+a Waterbury watch, and a puzzle, for a complete telegraph outfit.
+
+W. T. Cook, Royersford, Pa., 5 books by popular authors for any bound
+vol. of GOLDEN DAYS prior to the fifth.
+
+W. H. Field, 234 Ferry St., Easton, Pa., a Holly scroll saw and a set of
+tenpins for a wall or other tent large enough for four persons.
+
+P. J. McConomy, 38 N. Prince St., Lancaster, Pa., Vols. I and II (a few
+numbers missing) and V and VI (complete) GOLDEN DAYS, for a piccolo with
+at least 4 keys.
+
+O. C. Cornwell, Girard, Kans., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, 8 books,
+a pair of skates, 5 games, a set of drawing Instruments, and 500 foreign
+and U.S. stamps, for a self-inking printing press, or a silver watch.
+
+W. Bell, Box 154, Norfolk, Va., Vols. I, II, III, IV and V GOLDEN DAYS,
+for a Holly steam engine or a collection of 1500 to 2000 stamps.
+
+G. E. Montgomery, Westernport, Md., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS and
+"Ames' Mastery of the Pen," for standard works on physiology and hygiene
+or a field glass.
+
+C. C. Moore, 76 3d Place, Brooklyn, N.Y., a magic lantern with 16
+slides, and a printing press with 2 fonts of type, for an instantaneous
+camera and outfit.
+
+W. Willson, 561 Lorimer St., Greenpoint, Brooklyn. N.Y., a magic lantern
+with 12 slides for a pair of 9 or 9-1/2 nickel-plated roller skates.
+
+D. A. Trapp, 113 E. Maxwell St., Lexington, Ky., a collection of over
+1200 stamps in an international album for a No. 2 or 3 Baltimorean press
+and outfit.
+
+H. Edwards, 147 E. 114th St., N.Y. city, a magic lantern with 12 slides,
+and a hand-inking printing press, without type, for a set of boxing
+gloves.
+
+F. Rowell, Stamford, Conn., Vols. VI and VII GOLDEN DAYS, and some
+books, games and stamps, for Indian grammars, or histories of North
+American Indians, or Indian relics.
+
+J. E. Caldwell, Sego, Kans., a $3 piccolo, a set of boxwood chessmen,
+and a box of water-color paints, for the best offer of GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+W. McIntosh, East Smethport, Pa., a 10x14 hand-inking press, with 20
+fonts of type, 2 sticks, galley, leads, etc., for a 50 to 52-inch
+bicycle.
+
+J. H. Cunningham, Room 507 Hamilton Building, Pittsburg, Pa., a pair of
+ice skates and "Tom Brown's School Days" for a learners' book on
+shorthand.
+
+W. McVeagh. 831 W. 3d St., Williamsport, Pa., a New Rogers scroll saw
+for Vol. I or IV GOLDEN DAYS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  A LIMITED NUMBER
+  OF
+  *Volumes IV, V and VI*
+  "GOLDEN DAYS,"
+  Bound in Cloth.
+
+Price, $4.00 each.
+
+  ADDRESS,
+  JAMES ELVERSON,
+  Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+*From the Daily News, Genesee, N.Y.*
+
+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
+GOLDEN DAYS, 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,
+GOLDEN DAYS, corner and Spruce Streets, Philadelphia, Penna.
+
+
+OUT OF THE MANY EARNEST AND EMPHATIC ENDORSEMENTS OF "GOLDEN DAYS,"
+WE PRINT THE FOLLOWING:
+
+
+*A GOOD OPINION FROM REV. G. E. STROBRIDGE,*
+
+_Pastor St. John's M. E. Church, New York city._
+
+GOLDEN DAYS has been coming regularly to my house since its first
+number. It is always welcome. The children wait with impatience its
+weekly arrival, and even interrupt their meals to tear off its wrapper
+and scan its attractive pages. It is generously illustrated, and as to
+its reading matter, it is bright, breezy, instructive, and, best of all,
+pure. The most careful parent may dismiss anxiety while his happy child
+is absorbed in its columns.
+
+A feature that adds to the paper an especial value is a weekly
+discussion of the International Sunday-school Lesson. This is given in a
+pleasant narrative style by Rev. D. P. Kidder, D.D., for many years
+editor of the Sunday School Advocate, and editor and writer of books for
+children. His widely-known name is a sufficient assurance that these
+lessons thus conducted will continue to be learned, clear and
+interesting.
+
+
+*From the West Philadelphia Press.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--This weekly journal for young people has reached a
+circulation that embraces the entire country. Indeed, there is hardly to
+be found a village or hamlet in the newest of the States or in our far
+Western Territories in which GOLDEN DAYS is not a welcome visitor. The
+proprietor and editor, Mr. James Elverson, determined from the first to
+make it a journal that should please and at the same time instruct the
+young, and he has been completely successful. There is no weekly paper
+published in this or the Old World that so covers the field for the
+youthful mind as GOLDEN DAYS. There is nothing heavy about it--nothing
+prosy or difficult to comprehend in the matter it contains. Its stories
+are graphic, entertaining and by the best writers, while each number has
+articles especially prepared on subjects of practical interest to boys
+and girls by authors whose fame in the arena of natural history,
+science, biography and art is national. Add to all these excellencies
+and attractions the fact that no impure line or thought ever stains its
+pages, and it must be acknowledged that GOLDEN DAYS is pre-eminently
+fitted to become the intellectual and pleasant companion of the young in
+the American household.
+
+
+*From the Sunday Courier, York, Pa.*
+
+The remarkable success attained by GOLDEN DAYS, the boys' and girls'
+periodical published by Mr. James Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most
+encouraging evidence that pure and healthful literature is not incapable
+of attracting the eager interest of "Young America." Mr. Elverson seems,
+in fact, to have gauged the taste of the average child of our day with
+wonderful accuracy, as there appears to be but one opinion as to the
+universal popularity of this excellent periodical. So far as parents are
+concerned, its success should be a matter for general congratulation,
+as scrupulous care is evidently observed in excluding from its pages
+everything that could be considered as in any way tending to vitiate the
+minds of the young. On the other hand, its contents are far superior in
+vividness of interest for the little ones to those sensational
+publications which are the source of so much anxiety to all who have
+children to educate. GOLDEN DAYS, in fact, appears to have struck the
+golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere pleasure
+to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.
+
+
+*From the Advocate of Peace, Boston.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--"To merit is to insure success" is certainly verified in
+the publication of GOLDEN DAYS, 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. GOLDEN DAYS 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.
+
+
+*From the Congregationalist and Boston Recorder.*
+
+Among juvenile periodicals, we think GOLDEN DAYS likely to take high
+rank for variety, instructiveness, vivacity and freedom from
+objectionable characteristics. We have examined several numbers, and it
+seems to be well edited and likely to deserve and win popularity.
+
+
+*ANOTHER FROM REV. D. M'CARTNEY,*
+
+_Pastor Clinton Avenue M. E. Church, Kingston, N.Y._
+
+I have examined sample copies of GOLDEN DAYS, and most heartily indorse
+it as meeting a felt want. Notwithstanding the large number of papers we
+subscribe for now, it looks as if GOLDEN DAYS would have to be added to
+the number, as my children are enraptured with it.
+
+
+BISHOP BOWMAN,
+
+_Of the Methodist Episcopal Church, writes:_
+
+  ST. LOUIS, Nov. 26, 1880.
+
+I have examined with great interest several numbers of GOLDEN DAYS, and
+am much pleased with them. We greatly need all such publications for our
+young people, to save them from the corrupting trash that meets them on
+every side. I wish you great success in this worthy Christian
+enterprise.
+
+
+*FROM REV. O. C. DICKERSON,*
+
+_Pastor of Congregational Church, Belleplain, Iowa._
+
+ED. GOLDEN DAYS.--All hail! As a sterling friend of the young, your
+enterprise wakes loud echoes.
+
+
+*REV. RICHARD NEWTON, D.D.,*
+
+_Pastor of the P. E. Church of the Epiphany, Philadelphia, says:_
+
+From what I have seen of GOLDEN DAYS, it strikes me very favorably.
+There is a high tone of morality about it which is calculated to exert a
+very wholesome influence on the young people who read it.
+
+
+*From the Roman Citizen, Rome, N.Y.*
+
+A MODEL PAPER.--Two years ago, we informed the readers of the Citizen
+that a long-felt want was to be supplied--viz., a paper was to be
+printed which would give the young people (boys and girls) plenty of
+good reading without corrupting their morals or vitiating their
+tastes--in other words, would furnish them with stories which would
+gratify their love of adventure without inspiring in them a desire to
+imitate impossible heroes, and tempting them to desert their homes in
+search of adventures which never occur outside of blood-and-thunder
+papers and story books. The paper we allude to--GOLDEN DAYS--promised
+this, and we have carefully watched it for two years to see how its
+pledge would be redeemed. We are glad to be able to state it has
+exceeded our most sanguine expectations. While it has been constantly
+filled with stories and sketches of the most fascinating character,
+we have never seen a sentence in it which we could have wished to have
+omitted.
+
+
+*From the Episcopal Recorder.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS.--We commend this as the best of the class of publications
+to which it belongs, and as being essentially different from all that
+are contemporaneous with it. And if it shall prove to be like Moses' rod
+when turned into a serpent, and swallow up the serpent-rods of all
+cunning magicians of evil, and then become a rod of power for working
+good in the home, in the school, and wherever youth are found, we shall
+rejoice.
+
+
+*From the Christian Register, Boston.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS is well worthy the examination of parents who wish to
+provide their children with a large amount of carefully-prepared
+miscellany, at once entertaining, instructive and clean. It is edited
+with ability, and shows a quick sympathy with the pleasures of the young
+people, and a clear outlook for their welfare.
+
+
+*From the Maryland School Journal.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS (Elverson, Philadelphia) has fulfilled its promise, and is
+in every respect a suitable weekly paper to put into the hands of young
+boys and girls. We have carefully watched each number since the start,
+and have seen in it nothing to censure and much to praise.
+
+
+*From the Floyd Co. Advocate, Charles City, Iowa.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS, published by James Elverson, of Philadelphia, is a new
+first-class paper for boys and girls. Provide them with good,
+entertaining reading, and they will grow up good men and women.
+
+
+*From Town Talk, Mansfield, Ohio.*
+
+James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome illustrated and
+interesting youth's paper called GOLDEN DAYS. 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.
+
+
+*From The Home and Sunday-School, Dallas, Texas.*
+
+We can heartily recommend GOLDEN DAYS as one of the purest and most
+charming juvenile magazines we have seen. It is wholly free from
+corrupting influences--fresh, instructive, and eagerly welcomed by the
+boys and girls. Having seen nothing in it to censure and much to praise,
+we hope it may have the wide circulation it merits.
+
+
+*From the Christian Advocate, Pittsburg, Pa.*
+
+GOLDEN DAYS comes to us in a magazine form, making a beautiful and
+interesting volume. This journal numbers among its contributors probably
+more popular writers of serial stories for youth than any juvenile
+publication in the country.
+
+
+*From the Presbyterian Banner, Pittsburg, Pa.*
+
+A great advance has been made within the last twelve months in a very
+important agency for good--the publication of cheap, and, at the same
+time, unexceptionable and attractive reading matter. For a long time the
+want has been seriously felt for something more than mere denunciation
+to overcome the growing evil of the demoralizing literature--cheap and
+vile--that has been scattered broadcast over the land. That want has
+been measurably supplied, in part, by the publication of standard
+English classics, at marvelously low prices, and in part by the issue of
+low-priced but superior periodicals, attractive in appearance and
+contents, and suitable for both young and old. We invite special
+attention to the latest enterprise in the latter department--GOLDEN
+DAYS, for boys and girls, James Elverson, publisher, Philadelphia. It is
+a handsome juvenile journal, of sixteen pages (over eight hundred a
+year), filled with stories, sketches, anecdotes, poetry, puzzles, and
+humorous items, making up a total that will delight and at the same time
+instruct the boys and girls from eight to eighty. The pictorial
+embellishments are unsually fine, and far in advance of the coarse
+deformities in the flashy sheets that are displayed on the news-stands
+to horrify every refined passer-by.
+
+
+*From the Baltimore Gazette.*
+
+The remarkable success attained by GOLDEN DAYS, the boys' and girls'
+periodical, published by Mr. James Elverson, Philadelphia, is a most
+encouraging evidence that pure and healthful literature is not incapable
+of attracting the eager interest of "Young America." Mr. Elverson,
+seems, in fact, to have gauged the taste of the average child of our day
+with wonderful accuracy, as there appears to be but one opinion as to
+the universal popularity of this excellent periodical. So far as parents
+are concerned, its success should be a matter for general
+congratulation, as scrupulous care is evidently observed in excluding
+from its pages everything that could be considered as in any way tending
+to vitiate the minds of the young. On the other hand, its contents are
+far superior in vividness of interest for the little ones to those
+sensational publications which are the source of so much anxiety to all
+who have children to educate. GOLDEN DAYS, in fact, appears to have
+struck the golden mean in juvenile literature, and it affords us sincere
+pleasure to be able to chronicle its conspicuous popularity.
+
+
+*From the Methodist, New York.*
+
+James Elverson, Philadelphia, publishes a handsome, illustrated and
+interesting youth's paper, called GOLDEN DAYS. 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.
+
+
+*From the Baptist Record, Jackson, Miss.*
+
+A specimen number of GOLDEN DAYS has fallen into our hands. This is a
+paper for boys and girls, and, from the cursory examination we have been
+enabled to give it, we think it deserving of support.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Illustrations:
+
+Readers who are unable to use the fully illustrated html version of
+this text may wish to view some individual images, located within the
+"images" directory of the html file. The major illustrations are:
+
+  Cover                         pic01.jpg
+  Linda's Crazy Quilt           pic03_full.jpg
+  In Search of Himself          pic07.jpg
+  Mamie's Letter to Heaven      pic10b.jpg
+  Striking out for Themselves   pic11.jpg
+  Jack-A-Dandy                  pic15.jpg
+
+
+Layout of Advertising Pages:
+
+inside front:
+
+  +---------------+---------------+-------------------------------+
+  |    Sapolio    |"Advertisements|   Malaria       Yellow Fever  |
+  |               | inserted..."  |                               |
+  |               +---------------+         Ayer's Pills          |
+  +---------------+Practical Joke +---------------+---------------+
+  //              //              //              //              //
+  |               | Ready Binder  |               |               |
+  |               +---------------+               |               |
+  +---------------+               |    Stamps     |               |
+  |   Vol. VII    +---------------+---------------+               |
+  | "Golden Days" |      Pitcher's Castoria       | Hammock Chair |
+  +---------------+-------------------------------+---------------+
+
+
+inside back:
+
+  +---------------+---------------+---------------+---------------+
+  |                     Wood's Penograph          |               |
+  +---------------+                               |  (exchanges)  |
+  |   Military    |                               |               |
+  |               +---------------+---------------+               |
+  |  Dictionary   |      Our Premium Knife        |               |
+  |               |                               |               |
+  +---------------+---------------+---------------+  (exchanges)  |
+  //              //              //              //              //
+  |               |  (exchanges)  |  (exchanges)  +---------------+
+  |  (exchanges)  +-------------------------------+    Volumes    |
+  |               |      Pitcher's Castoria       | IV, V and VI  |
+  +---------------+-------------------------------+---------------+
+
+
+back cover (three columns, all Testimonials)
+
+
+Errata (noted by transcriber)
+
+Missing or incorrect punctuation was silently corrected. Typographical
+errors in the advertising sections were left unchanged; those in the
+main text were corrected. Both are noted here.
+
+  Advertising, Front Section:
+    For es heavy Mustache, Whiskers, or hair
+      [_probably "forces": letter invisible_]
+    Advertisements inserted ... agate measurement).
+      [_no opening parenthesis_]
+    *PAKET* of *FOREN STAMPS*  [_as printed_]
+
+  Linda's Crazy Quilt
+    I declare for 't!" she added  [close quote missing]
+
+  In Search of Himself
+    curved from the jaws like cimetars.  [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  In a Menagerie
+    I stopped as usual at Bessie's cage  [_elsewhere "Bessy"_]
+
+  Stories of Dumb Creatures
+    the other boys will throw stones at him.' [" for ']
+
+  Jack Stanwood
+    the street vender of physic  [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  The Young Game-Warden
+    "It sorter hurts you to know  [I sorter]
+    You have got the bugglars in your own hands now
+      [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+  Testimonials
+    The pictorial embellishments are unsually fine
+      [_spelling unchanged_]
+
+
+
+
+
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