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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/28300-8.txt b/28300-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb10a22 --- /dev/null +++ b/28300-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2566 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 10, 2009 [EBook #28300] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 6, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 10. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 6, 1880. Copyright, 1879, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: A FAMILY IN DANGER.] + +SQUIRRELS AND WILD-CATS. + + +The most graceful of all the little inhabitants of the forest is the +squirrel. It is to be found in nearly every country, and is always the +same merry, frisky little creature. The general name for the great +squirrel family is _Sciurus_, a compound of two pretty Greek words +signifying shadow and tail, the beautiful bushy tail being a universal +family characteristic. Of the many varieties found in our Northern woods +the most common of all is the little chipmunk, a beautiful creature of +brownish-gray, with stripes of black and yellow on its back, and a snowy +white throat. It is the only burrower of the family. Choosing some +sheltered place under a stone wall or a clump of bushes, it digs a hole +which often descends perpendicularly for a yard or more before branching +off into the winding galleries and snug little apartments, some of which +serve as store-houses where nuts, corn, and seeds of different kinds are +hoarded away for its winter supplies. The little corner of the burrow +used as a nest is carefully and warmly lined with dry leaves and grass, +and here the tiny squirrel slumbers during the cold winter months. +Chipmunks are very plentiful in the country, and may be seen any sunny +day scampering along the stone walls, or up and down the trunks of nut +trees, their little cheeks, if it is in the autumn, puffed out round +with nuts, which they are carrying to their winter store-house. + +The larger varieties of squirrels, which make their nest in trees, are +the red squirrel, often found in pine woods, as it is very fond of the +cones of pine and fir trees; the gray squirrel, a magnificent fellow, +with such a voracious appetite that it is said one squirrel alone will +strip a whole nut tree; and the black squirrel, a handsome, glossy +creature, which is so hated by its gray brothers that both are never +found together in the same nutting grounds. As the gray are the most +numerous, at least in this part of the country, they generally succeed +in driving away the black members of the family, so that they are not +very often seen. + +The little flying-squirrels, the dearest little creatures for pets, are +natives of the Rocky Mountains, but are found in all parts of the United +States. They are very lazy, and sleep nearly all day, coming out at +twilight for a merry frolic, leaping, flying, or scampering at pleasure +among the tree-tops. They generally make their nest in some hollow +trunk, where it is very difficult to find them. + +The nest of a gray or red squirrel is a wonderful piece of architecture. +It is usually built in the crotch of some large branch, near or directly +against the main trunk of the tree. The spherical-shaped exterior is a +mass of interwoven twigs, so carefully placed as to afford ample +protection against rain or snow; leaves and grasses are stuffed inside, +while the little bed where the squirrel nestles and takes its nap is of +the softest and driest moss. In this pretty snuggery five or six little +squirrels are born early in the warm weather. The mother is very +watchful and very affectionate. If any wicked boys disturb her, or a +natural enemy, some beast or bird of prey, comes near, she takes her +little ones in her mouth, like a cat with its kittens, and hastily +carries them to a more secure hiding-place. The parent squirrels never +go away from the nest, but play and jump about on the branches near by, +until the little ones are strong enough to accompany them, when the +whole family may be seen springing from tree to tree, or scampering up +and down the tall trunks, waving their beautiful tails, and breaking the +silence of the woods with their merry chattering. They are wonderful +jumpers, and can spring from the highest branches to the ground without +harm. They are not runners, but can jump so nimbly through the grass and +dried leaves that it is impossible to catch them. + +The favorite food of the squirrel is acorns, nuts, and seeds and grain +of all kinds, and it will sometimes nibble leaf-buds and tender shoots +of young trees in the spring. Its teeth are so sharp and strong that it +will gnaw the hardest nutshell. Nothing is prettier than to see this +graceful creature sitting upright, its beautiful tail curled over its +back, gnawing at a nut which it skillfully holds in its fore-paws. As it +is not afraid unless one approaches too near, when it whisks out of +sight in a twinkling, its habits may be easily studied. + +It is a very provident little animal, and lays up large stores of nuts +for its winter food. As those which live in trees have no store-house +like that of the chipmunk, they deposit their hoard in hollow trunks or +under heaps of dried leaves. Nothing is more common than to find little +stores of nuts in a snug corner in hickory woods, carefully packed +together by these cunning creatures. + +Squirrels make pretty pets, and when captured young can be tamed, and +often become very affectionate. A young squirrel may be allowed to run +about the room, and it will often be found curled up fast asleep in +mamma's work-basket, or papa's pocket, or some other funny hiding-place. +As it grows older it becomes more mischievous, and must be kept in a +cage, or books, furniture, and everything in the room will bear the +marks of its sharp little teeth. It belongs to the order _Rodentia_, or +gnawing animals, and if kept in confinement, must be given a plenty of +hard-shelled nuts to use its teeth on. Its cage should also be kept very +clean, for the squirrel is the neatest little beast imaginable, and +spends much time at its toilet. + +It is sad to think that this innocent, playful denizen of the woodlands +should have many and deadly enemies. Even in the forests of inhabited +regions, from which wild beasts have been driven, hawks and owls are +ever on the watch to pounce upon it; and in the wild woods, especially +in cold countries, where the squirrels are most plentiful, there are +many enemies--pine-martens, which climb trees and spring from branch to +branch almost as nimbly as the poor little squirrel they persecute, and +the terrible wild-cat, which seeks its unsuspecting prey by night, or in +the twilight, when the squirrels are gambolling merrily among the leafy +branches before cuddling to sleep in their little nests. With sly +caution the wild-cat creeps noiselessly through the underbrush, and with +one savage spring it destroys the peace of some poor little squirrel +family. + +Wild-cats, although they belong to the same great family as the quiet +little pussy which likes to sleep on the hearth-rug, are considered by +naturalists to be an entirely different species. They are much larger +than the domestic cat, and have a short, stubbed, and very bushy tail. +They are terrible enemies of birds and all the small inhabitants of the +forest, and will often attack animals larger than themselves. They pass +most of the day stretched out upon some large limb of a tree, sleeping, +after the fashion of cats, with one glistening eye always on the watch +for prey. At night they descend, and creep through the underbrush, +searching for food. They are very skillful at fishing, and are often +found near large ponds, where they watch not only for fish, but for all +kinds of water-birds which haunt the surrounding marshes. + +They seldom attack men unless enraged or brought to bay. Woe to the +hunter who fires a careless shot, for the angry beast springs at him +with great fury, and inflicts fearful and sometimes even fatal wounds +with its sharp claws. It has no fear of dogs, and will pounce upon them, +sometimes killing them before the hunter can come to the rescue. +Tschudi, the Swiss naturalist, tells of a wounded wild-cat, which, lying +on its back, fought successfully with three large dogs, holding one fast +in its teeth, while with its claws it dealt powerful blows to the other +two, with singular instinct aiming at their eyes, until the hunter, by a +skillful shot, put an end to the conflict, killing the ferocious beast, +and relieving the poor dogs, which were nearly exhausted. + + + + +[Begun in No. 5 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 2.] + +THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS. + +A Day and Night Mährchen. + +BY GEORGE MACDONALD. + + +XVIII.--REFUGE.--(_Continued._) + +"You come, then, or I shall shut them," said Nycteris, "and you sha'n't +see them any more till you are good. Come. If you can't see the wild +beasts, I can." + +"You can! and you ask me to come!" cried Photogen. + +"Yes," answered Nycteris. "And more than that, I see them long before +they can see me, so that I am able to take care of you." + +"But how?" persisted Photogen. "You can't shoot with bow and arrow, or +stab with a hunting knife." + +"No, but I can keep out of the way of them all. Why, just when I found +you, I was having a game with two or three of them at once. I see, and +scent them too, long before they are near me--long before they can see +or scent me." + +"You don't see or scent any now, do you?" said Photogen, uneasily, +rising on his elbow. + +"No--none at present. I will look," replied Nycteris, and sprang to her +feet. + +"Oh! oh! do not leave me--not for a moment," cried Photogen, straining +his eyes to keep her face in sight through the darkness. + +"Be quiet, or they will hear you," she returned. "The wind is from the +south, and they can not scent us. I have found out all about that. Ever +since the dear dark came I have been amusing myself with them, getting +every now and then just into the edge of the wind, and letting one have +a sniff of me." + +"Oh, horrible!" cried Photogen. "I hope you will not insist on doing so +any more. What was the consequence?" + +"Always, the very instant, he turned with flashing eyes, and bounded +toward me--only he could not see me, you must remember. But my eyes +being so much better than his, I could see him perfectly well, and +would run away round him until I scented him, and then I knew he could +not find me anyhow. If the wind were to turn, and run the other way now, +there might be a whole army of them down upon us, leaving no room to +keep out of their way. You had better come." + +She took him by the hand. He yielded and rose, and she led him away. But +his steps were feeble, and as the night went on, he seemed more and more +ready to sink. + +"Oh dear! I am so tired! and so frightened!" he would say. + +"Lean on me," Nycteris would return, putting her arm round him, or +patting his cheek. "Take a few steps more. Every step away from the +castle is clear gain. Lean harder on me. I am quite strong and well +now." + +So they went on. The piercing night-eyes of Nycteris descried not a few +pairs of green ones gleaming like holes in the darkness, and many a +round she made to keep far out of their way; but she never said to +Photogen she saw them. Carefully she kept him off the uneven places, and +on the softest and smoothest of the grass, talking to him gently all the +way as they went--of the lovely flowers and the stars--how comfortable +the flowers looked, down in their green beds, and how happy the stars, +up in their blue beds! + +When the morning began to come he began to grow better, but was +dreadfully tired with walking instead of sleeping, especially after +being so long ill. Nycteris too, what with supporting him, what with +growing fear of the light which was beginning to ooze out of the east, +was very tired. At length, both equally exhausted, neither was able to +help the other. As if by consent they stopped. Embracing each the other, +they stood in the midst of the wide grassy land, neither of them able to +move a step, each supported only by the leaning weakness of the other, +each ready to fall if the other should move. But while the one grew +weaker still, the other had begun to grow stronger. When the tide of the +night began to ebb, the tide of the day began to flow; and now the sun +was rushing to the horizon, borne upon its foaming billows. And even as +he came, Photogen revived. At last the sun shot up into the air, like a +bird from the hand of the Father of Lights. Nycteris gave a cry of pain, +and hid her face in her hands. + +"Oh me!" she sighed; "I am _so_ frightened! The terrible light stings +so!" + +But the same instant, through her blindness, she heard Photogen give a +low exultant laugh, and the next felt herself caught up: she who all +night long had tended and protected him like a child, was now in his +arms, borne along like a baby, with her head lying on his shoulder. But +she was the greater, for, suffering more, she feared nothing. + + +XIX.--THE WERE-WOLF. + +At the very moment when Photogen caught up Nycteris, the telescope of +Watho was angrily sweeping the table-land. She swung it from her in +rage, and running to her room, shut herself up. There she anointed +herself from top to toe with a certain ointment; shook down her long red +hair, and tied it round her waist; then began to dance, whirling round +and round, faster and faster, growing angrier and angrier, until she was +foaming at the mouth with fury. When Falca went looking for her, she +could not find her anywhere. + +As the sun rose, the wind slowly changed and went round, until it blew +straight from the north. Photogen and Nycteris were drawing near the +edge of the forest, Photogen still carrying Nycteris, when she moved a +little on his shoulder uneasily, and murmured in his ear, + +"I smell a wild beast--that way, the way the wind is coming." + +[Illustration: "IT TUMBLED HEELS OVER HEAD WITH A GREAT THUD."] + +Photogen turned, looked back toward the castle, and saw a dark speck on +the plain. As he looked, it grew larger: it was coming across the grass +with the speed of the wind. It came nearer and nearer. It looked long +and low, but that might be because it was running at a great stretch. He +set Nycteris down under a tree, in the black shadow of its hole, strung +his bow, and picked out his heaviest, longest, sharpest arrow. Just as +he set the notch on the string, he saw that the creature was a +tremendous wolf, rushing straight at him. He loosened his knife in its +sheath, drew another arrow half way from the quiver, lest the first +should fail, and took his aim--at a good distance, to leave time for a +second chance. He shot. The arrow rose, flew straight, descended, struck +the beast, and started again into the air, doubled like a letter V. +Quickly Photogen snatched the other, shot, cast his bow from him, and +drew his knife. But the arrow was in the brute's chest, up to the +feather; it tumbled heels over head, with a great thud of its back on +the earth, gave a groan, made a struggle or two, and lay stretched out +motionless. + +"I've killed it, Nycteris," cried Photogen. "It is a great red wolf." + +"Oh, thank you!" answered Nycteris, feebly, from behind the tree. "I was +sure you would. I was not a bit afraid." + +Photogen went up to the wolf. It _was_ a monster! But he was vexed that +his first arrow had behaved so badly, and was the less willing to lose +the one that had done him such good service: with a long and a strong +pull he drew it from the brute's chest. Could he believe his eyes? There +lay--no wolf, but Watho, with her hair tied round her waist! The foolish +witch had made herself invulnerable, as she supposed, but had forgotten +that, to torment Photogen therewith, she had handled one of his arrows. +He ran back to Nycteris and told her. + +She shuddered and wept, but would not look. + + +XX.--ALL IS WELL. + +There was now no occasion to fly a step farther. Neither of them feared +any one but Watho. They left her there, and went back. A great cloud +came over the sun, and rain began to fall heavily, and Nycteris was much +refreshed, grew able to see a little, and with Photogen's help walked +gently over the cool wet grass. + +They had not gone far before they met Fargu and the other huntsmen. +Photogen told them he had killed a great red wolf, and it was Madam +Watho. The huntsmen looked grave, but gladness shone through. + +"Then," said Fargu, "I will go and bury my mistress." + +But when they reached the place, they found she was already buried--in +the maws of sundry birds and beasts which had made their breakfast off +her. + +Then Fargu, overtaking them, would, very wisely, have Photogen go to the +king, and tell him the whole story. But Photogen, yet wiser than Fargu, +would not set out until he had married Nycteris; "for then," he said, +"the king himself can't part us; and if ever two people couldn't do the +one without the other, those two are Nycteris and I. She has got to +teach me to be a brave man in the dark, and I have got to look after her +until she can bear the heat of the sun, and he helps her to see, instead +of blinding her." + +They were married that very day. And the next day they went together to +the king, and told him the whole story. But whom should they find at the +court but the father and mother of Photogen, both in high favor with the +king and queen. Aurora nearly died for joy, and told them all how Watho +had lied, and made her believe her child was dead. + +No one knew anything of the father or mother of Nycteris; but when +Aurora saw in the lovely girl her own azure eyes shining through night +and its clouds, it made her think strange things, and wonder how even +the wicked themselves may be a link to join together the good. Through +Watho, the mothers, who had never seen each other, had changed eyes in +their children. + +The king gave them the castle and lands of Watho, and there they lived +and taught each other for many years that were not long. But hardly one +of them had passed before Nycteris had come to love the day best, +because it was the clothing and crown of Photogen; and Photogen had come +to love the night best, because it was the mother and home of Nycteris. +Were they not both ripening, however, to bear the power of a brighter +sun still, when the one should follow the other into a yet larger room? + +THE END. + + * * * * * + + +=Carrier-Pigeons.=--The speed of carrier-pigeons appears to depend +as much on the clearness of their sight as on the strength of their +wings. In an experiment recently made with some Berlin pigeons, on a +clear day, a distance of over three hundred miles, from Cologne to +Berlin, was accomplished in five hours and a half, or at the rate of +nearly sixty miles an hour; while the most expeditious of a group let +loose the next day--a day not of the same kind--took twelve hours to +reach Berlin. Hence it would appear that in the latter case a good deal +of the pigeons' time was taken up in exploring the country for +landmarks. It is not by instinct, but by sight, that the carrier-pigeon +guides its course. + + + + +PUTNAM'S NARROW ESCAPE. + +BY BENSON J. LOSSING. + + +Many years ago I was riding in a light carriage between Greenwich and +Stamford, in Connecticut. After descending from high ground by a road +cut through a steep declivity, I observed some rude stone steps upon the +abrupt slope, which were half concealed by shrubs and brambles. An old +man was standing at a door-yard gate near by, and I inquired of him the +meaning of those steps. + +[Illustration: "RUSHING DOWN THE HILL LIKE A MADMAN."] + +"Before the Revolutionary war," he said, "the people from this way, when +going to the church on the hill yonder, had to go nearly a mile around. +To give those who were on foot a nearer cut, those steps were placed +there. They are the rocks," he continued, "that people believed 'Old +Put' went down when he escaped from the British dragoons at Horseneck. +He didn't go down the steps at all, but went zigzag from the top to the +bottom of the hill, very near them. I stood just here listening to the +firing above, when I saw the general rushing down the hill like a +madman, as he seemed, for you see it is very steep. As he flew past me +on his powerful bay horse, all bespattered with mud, I heard him cursing +the British, who had pursued him to the brow of the precipice, but dared +not follow him further." + +My informant was General Ebenezer Mead. + +The whole story may be briefly told. Putnam and a few foot-soldiers were +attacked near the church by some British dragoons on a warm morning in +March, 1779. So much greater was the number of the assailants than the +Americans, that the latter fled for safety to the swamps near by. Their +leader, who was mounted, turned his face toward Stamford. Finding +himself in danger of being caught, he wheeled suddenly, his horse at +full speed, and descended the declivity as described. The dragoons dared +not follow him in his perilous ride, but sent pistol-balls after him. +Putnam escaped unharmed to Stamford, where he quickly gathered the +militia, and rallied some of his scattered followers. Then he pursued +the invaders in turn as they retreated toward New York, and making +nearly forty of them prisoners, he recovered much of the plunder which +they were carrying away with them. Those famous steps, associated with +one of the perilous feats of a bold American soldier, may be seen at +this day, not far to the right of the highway, as you go from Greenwich +to Stamford. + + + + +[Illustration] + +HARE AND HOUNDS. + + +[Illustration] + +I have never taken part in "Hare and Hounds," but I feel as if I had, +because in the first place, I have read _Tom Brown_, and in the second +place, I have a brother who is devoted to athletics, and who has just +returned from a "run" with his club. It is just like a real hunt, only +all the animals are human beings; two boys are hares, and carry bags +full of scraps of paper, which they scatter as they go; any number of +boys are the hounds, and follow this paper scent; two boys are the +whippers-in, who call the "pack" together with great tin horns; one boy +is master of the hunt, and does nothing in particular, though he is +supposed to arrange everything. + +My brother got up at an unearthly hour on the morning of his hunt, in +order to meet his fellow-dogs and their prey at the Grand Central Depôt +at nine o'clock. I am sure that he was over an hour before time, though +he will not own to more than a quarter of it; I know that he had a jolly +time, anyway. But I will give his report in his own words. + +"Such fun! We ran twelve miles--_twelve miles_! Just think of it! Why, +we got way up round Spuyten Duyvel--from High Bridge, you know; but +first, you know, we all met at the depôt; then when we got to High +Bridge we went to the hotel and changed our things. We started from +there. We only intended to run twelve miles, but the hares took us +twenty; they meant to take us up to Yonkers, they said. Never mind; they +got the worst of it--they had to run the fastest, you know. Didn't we +tear through the country!--up hill and down dale, over stone walls and +brambles and down swamps; one fellow got up to his knees in water. We +lost the scent once, near a railroad track, and it took us about five +minutes to find it. + +"The hares had colored papers, pink, blue, white, and yellow, and they +looked quite pretty scattered all over the ground. + +"The people about the country seemed to take a great deal of interest in +us; one or two told us which way the hares had gone; a policeman too, +near High Bridge, told us. They seemed to understand all about it. I +thought they'd think we were crazy--a whole lot of fellows in white caps +tearing through the country in that way. + +"Oh, that reminds me: two little boys asked one of our fellows what we +were going after. 'Two men.' 'What have they done?' 'Stolen our +watches;' and they stood staring after us with their eyes and mouths as +wide open as--as--oh, anything. + +"Oh, I must tell you: one time just as we were going along the road we +heard a tremendous noise on the other side of the fence; we thought it +was one of the whippers-in blowing the horn--it sounded exactly like +it--and we turned round, and there we saw a little donkey coming +hee-hawing over the hill after us--a pretty little gray donkey; then one +of the whippers-in blew the horn, and the donkey was just +delighted--tickled to death; he hee-hawed and capered about, and ran +alongside of the fence, wanted to join us--had a fellow-feeling, I +suppose. Just then a little girl came running out of a house, calling +him; she was afraid we were going to hurt him, or something, I suppose; +and when we looked back again he was standing still, just as quiet as +could be, and the little girl had her arms around his neck. It made me +think of Titania, in Shakspeare, you know. + +"We did have a run, I can tell you. One of our fellows got hungry, and +stopped at a farm-house, and got some bread and goose. I wish I'd +thought of it too. Some of the country we went through was beautiful--up +by the Hudson. We could see the river winding along, and catch glimpses +of the Palisades--perfectly beautiful. We couldn't have had a better +day, just cold enough, and not too cold. + +"We were _awfully_ tired, though, and _hungry_--you'd better believe it! +Why, it was two o'clock when we got back to the hotel, and we had +started at _ten_, you know--four hours. Didn't we go for that dinner +just as soon as we'd changed our things!--they'd kept it waiting for us +since twelve. Didn't we eat! Turkey, cranberry sauce, potatoes, cider, +coffee, pumpkin pie, and I don't know what besides. We were almost too +hungry to enjoy it at first, but we _did_ eat. I had two plates of +turkey and four cups of coffee; the coffee was pretty weak, but we made +up for it by taking enough. I think we must have scared those hotel +people. The man and his wife and daughter waited on us, and we did carry +on so--firing things at each other, you know; and then after dinner we +went up in the parlor and played and sung college songs, 'Upidee' and +'Cocachalunk,' and all those things. Such a row as we made! + +"But coming home in the Elevated was the worst. How those fellows did +carry on! Just imagine--about twenty of us--my gracious! what a noise we +did make! We kept the car in a roar. One fellow would go 'Ee-oh,' and +then another fellow would go 'Oh-ah,' and then they'd all go together. +One of the fellows put his head out of the window, and another fellow +immediately dragged him in and began patting his hair down as if it was +a wig, you know. We made puns on each other's names, and whistled and +sang, and oh! carried on like sixty. One man with a black beard laughed +at us ready to kill himself, and a brakeman on the back platform was +grinning from ear to ear. + +"Well, we did have a day of it, I can tell you--but won't we all be as +stiff as bricks to-morrow!" + +I will only add that I do wish I had been one of those boys; but--I am +glad that I wasn't that hotel-keeper. + + + + +THE SCHOOL-CHILDREN'S WELCOME. + + +Saturday, December 20, was a splendid holiday for the school-children of +Philadelphia. All through the week they had been reading of the +receptions given to General Grant in honor of his return from his +journey around the world, and now they were to take part in a welcome of +their own. + +There was, in the first place, a grand street procession of boys, to the +number of nearly four thousand--quite an army, in fact--who marched in +four great divisions, each headed by a band. The boys were well drilled, +and stepped gayly to the music, with soldier-like bearing and precision. +As the General rode between their lines he was greeted with enthusiastic +cheers. No doubt he was as much gratified by this boyish welcome as by +the grand military display that attended his entry into the city. + +After reviewing the lads, General Grant was escorted to the Academy of +Music, where almost as many school-girls as there were boys in the +procession were assembled to give him a reception of a gentler kind. It +must have been a pretty sight--more than three thousand lassies, all in +their teens, and all in their best attire. As soon as he appeared, two +thousand sweet voices joined in the grand melody of "Hail to the Chief!" +which was sung with enthusiasm and fine effect. The General acknowledged +the courtesy in a short address. Several other speeches were made, +interspersed with patriotic songs. + +Of all the festivities of the week, the one General Grant will probably +remember with most pleasure will be the reception given him by the boys +and girls of the public schools. + + + + +"OLD PROBABILITIES." + + +The next time the Professor came, it was in a dense fog. The morning was +so damp and disagreeable that we hardly expected to see him. He did not +disappoint us, but seemed to have come almost before the sun was fairly +up, it was so dark. + +"What makes a fog?" asked Gus. + +"I meant to have talked about something else, Gus," answered the +Professor; "but you have chosen a subject for me. It is a very good one, +too, and quite suitable to the occasion. Fogs are nothing more nor less +than clouds. They usually float aloft, a mile or more, high, but +sometimes drift down to the ground and lie all around us. They are so +light that they rise and fall from very slight causes, when there is no +wind. A brisk breeze soon drives them off." + +"But what are clouds made of?" inquires May, who has become such a +favorite with the Professor that she never hesitates to stop him when +she wants anything explained. + +"Clouds, May, are made up of small particles of water or vapor slightly +chilled. When vapor or steam is hot, it can not be seen, but is +invisible like the air. You have noticed the steam from a tea-kettle. +Near the spout it is hidden, but a little farther off, where it has got +cooled by mixing with the air, it begins to look gray, like a cloud. If +the kettle be allowed to boil a long while, so that a large quantity of +steam is formed, it will collect on the walls and window-panes, where, +becoming thoroughly chilled, it turns again to water, the same as it was +when first poured into the kettle. So it is with the clouds +out-of-doors; when the sun comes out bright and hot, it dries them up, +as we say; that is, it heats them so much that they become invisible. +Cool air mingling with them brings them into sight again; and, if cool +enough, it condenses." + +"Oh dear!" + +The Professor laughs. "There can be no doubt about it, May, science is +full of big words. We will say that the cool wind makes the clouds heavy +by squeezing them together, and sends them down in drops of rain. This +is called condensing." + +May rewards the Professor for his simple explanation with such a bright +glance that he proceeds with an illustration. + +"You have made soap-bubbles, and seen how they will float around in the +air, and sometimes be wafted clear up above the trees, until they get +broken, when they come down drops of water. The particles of vapor that +form clouds are little bubbles, or hollow spheres filled with air. When +a cold wind crushes them, they become solid, unite with one another, and +fall as rain-drops. Cold water is much heavier than air; but water made +hot by fire or by the sun, and turned into vapor, is lighter. In time of +a fog the vapor is just warm enough to have the same weight as the air, +so that it neither rises nor falls, but remains quietly near the +ground." + +"Professor," remarked Joe, "did you not say that when the sun came out +bright and hot, it dried up the fog? and is not the fog the very thing +that keeps the sun from coming out?" + +"Yes, my dear; but fogs usually gather at night, and when the sun rises +in the morning, he goes to work at once to heat them up and make them +disappear. But when he finds them very thick, and is hindered by cold +air, he may be a good part of the day in working his way through, or he +may even have to go down before he is able to show himself. Generally, +however, he gets help from the wind, and then the fog goes off in a +hurry." + +"Is there no way," asked Gus, "of knowing when the wind will spring up, +and give us some clear cold weather? Ted Wynant's cousin has an +ice-boat, and we are all waiting for a ride on the river." + +"There is Old Probabilities," said Jack; "but he can only tell a day or +two ahead, and seems rather uncertain at that, and afraid to express a +decided opinion. It is a little this or a little that, a little cloudy +or a little cooler, and the wind is to blow a little in nearly every +direction. Most people laugh when they talk about him, as if he was not +of much account, or had grown stupid in his old age. If he would only +foretell a hurricane or a deluge, and bring it around, why, then we +would know what he is good for." + +"Such a test would be rather costly," said the Professor, smiling. "It +is better to give the old gentleman a little time to establish his +reliableness; for in truth he is yet very young--a mere child of eight +or ten years. And considering that he undertakes to forewarn our whole +country as to the coming weather, so that everybody will have time to +get ready for it, we must admit that he is doing all that his age +warrants." + +"Where does he live?" asked Gus. + +"We have been talking somewhat absurdly," replied the Professor. +"Instead of a single person, there is what is called the United States +Signal Service, which has been in operation eight or ten years, and +comprises some two hundred or more men, scattered all over the country, +from Maine to California, and from the Gulf of Mexico away out to the +Northwestern lakes. The men at these various stations watch the weather +very closely, and at a particular time every day send word regarding it +by telegraph to the main office at Washington, where the different +reports are carefully studied, and an opinion formed as to what the +weather is likely to be in different sections of the country during the +next twenty-four hours or more, and the result is then published in the +daily newspapers and at the numerous post-offices throughout the land. +The matter is yet somewhat uncertain, and occasionally mistakes are +made." + +"But will they ever get so that they can tell exactly every time?" + +"We hope so. The warnings given are usually right, and are becoming more +and more reliable every year. In 1872 it was estimated that about +seventy-seven out of a hundred of them were found to be correct; more +recently they have been declared accurate about ninety times in a +hundred. So, you see, good progress is being made; and the Signal +Service system is becoming very useful to the nation, for property and +life can often be saved from destruction when the approach of a severe +storm is known. + +"The New York _Herald_ has encouraged the study of the weather for many +years, and its managers now send word to England by the Atlantic cable +when a storm is to be expected there. They have lately sent notice of so +many ugly ones, which have promptly arrived, that our English cousins +are complaining of the unfair treatment of the _Herald_." + +"Are they really so absurd?" asked Jack. + +"Yes," said the Professor; "they facetiously intimate that when +Providence controlled the weather they fared well enough; but that since +the _Herald_ has undertaken to run that department they have been doomed +to storms, fogs, and rain. To give an instance of the faith, Jack, that +the English people put in our Signal Service, there is a story told of +an English lady who last autumn desired to give a lawn party. The season +was an unusually rainy one, and such entertainments had, in consequence, +been given up. The lady, however, sent her invitations, and calmly +announced that the day she had selected would be clear. When asked how +she had dared to take such a risk, she replied, 'There was no risk +whatever; I had telegraphed to the man in New York.'" + +The children all laughed, and it was some time before the Professor +could quiet them sufficiently to add the few words that concluded his +little lecture. + +"The most violent storms have been found generally to whirl in circles, +and are called cyclones. In some parts of the world they are very +disastrous. One occurred in India in 1864 that destroyed 45,000 lives in +a single day. Ten years earlier, when the English and French were at war +with Russia, a storm was observed to begin in France and to be moving +eastward. Timely warning was sent to the allied fleet in the Black Sea. +The storm came with such terrific violence that, had it not been +expected, it would probably have destroyed one of the most splendid +navies that ever rode the waters, and perhaps have changed the issue of +the war." + + + + +TROUBLE IN THE PLAY-ROOM. + + +"I don't care--I'm just as mad as I can be. To keep me in just for a +little rain! I won't be good--I won't play with my dolls. I'm going to +whip every one of them, and put them to bed this very minute." + +Such a little termagant as Bessie Hatch looked at that moment, with her +black eyes flashing, her hands clinched, and her cheeks like two flaming +poppies! Half irritated, half amused, Annie, the Irish nurse, regarded +her for a moment. + +"Indade, but it's a swate timper you have, Bessie Hatch; and I hope for +your own sake it'll be minded afore you grow up. It's not I will be +lettin' you out, when your ma lift particular orders you wasn't to go if +it rained. Just hear how the storm's batin' agin the windows. Your +cousin won't expect you at all. Oh, bate your dolls as much as you +like!" as Bessie made an angry rush toward them; "it won't hurt their +feelin's much, I guess. There's Baby cryin'!" she added, suddenly, and +hastened toward the room at the end of the hall. + +Bessie meantime had snatched her largest doll from the chair where she +was reposing, and belabored her soundly with a piece of whalebone that +lay near at hand. Then, after shaking her heartily, she tossed her on to +the bed, where she lay with her black eyes shut, as if overcome by her +feelings. She was a very handsome wax doll, with chestnut hair done up +like a lady's in puffs and curls. She had a somewhat haughty expression, +carried her head a little to one side, and was dressed in the "latest +style." Grace, a porcelain-headed doll, dressed simply in a blue muslin +and a white apron, received her punishment next, and was deposited by +Miss Augusta's side. + +But Winnie, dear Winnie, Bessie's favorite doll, could she have the +heart to punish _her_ this way?--Winnie, with her golden-brown curls and +beautiful hazel eyes, and her dear little face rounded and moulded like +a child's. How lovely was her smiling mouth! With what confiding +affection she seemed to look up at Bessie, as the latter took her up in +a hesitating way! But the recollection of her lost pleasure came back to +her, and with it the spite and anger that had animated her a moment +before. Winnie received her whipping like the rest; but instead of +tossing her on the bed, Bessie set her back in her little chair, turning +her face to the window that she might not see it. + +Somehow her anger seemed to have spent itself with that last whipping, +and a feeling of shame was creeping into her little heart. She had +intended to go through her baby-house, chastising all its inmates, but +instead she took a picture-book, and lay down on the lounge by the +window. + +How quiet everything seemed! Annie had carried Baby down stairs to feed +him. She heard no sound but the murmur of the sewing-machine in the next +room, where Jane Kennedy, the seamstress, was working. She felt drowsy +and sleepy. Slowly her head sank down among the cushions of the lounge, +and the drooping eyelids closed. + +A rustling sound near her made her open them with a start, and in a +minute more she was sitting bolt-upright, staring with all her eyes. For +there stood a little figure no taller than Winnie, dressed in a white +fleecy robe trailing on the ground. Her soft black hair reached to her +feet, and over it she wore a wreath that sparkled like dew-drops in the +sun. + +[Illustration: "A FROWN WAS ON THE FAIRY'S BROW."] + +Some fear mingled with Bessie's admiration as she gazed upon her. For a +frown was on the fairy's brow, and the dark eyes she fixed upon the +child were full of displeasure. + +Tap, tap, tap, came the sound of little feet approaching. Bessie looked +round, then shrank back, terror-stricken. Well she might, for her dolls +Augusta and Grace had somehow found the use of their limbs, and were +rapidly nearing the lounge. But they paused not far from the fairy, and +reached out their little hands to her with a supplicating gesture. + +"Kind fairy! good fairy!" they said, in shrill piping voices, "avenge +the wrong done to us. That child, who calls herself our mother, has +beaten us cruelly, just because she had nothing else to vent her spite +upon; we had done no harm in any way. Punish her, good fairy; make her +sorry for having treated us so." + +"I will give her into your hands," said the fairy, gravely. "See that +you punish her as she deserves." + +Bessie, who lay trembling and burning with mingled fear and shame, now +rallied her courage, and raised her head again. She could not help +laughing at the idea of her own dolls punishing her. + +"You foolish little fairy!" she said, laughing; "I could manage them +both with one hand; and if--" + +She stopped aghast, for the fairy raised her wand, and it flashed like a +dazzling sunbeam full in the child's eyes. She covered them with her +hands, glancing up just in time to see the fairy float away on her +silver wings. + +But how came she, Bessie, on the floor, and why did it seem like a great +meadow stretching around her? The lounge had become a mountain, and the +ceiling of the room looked nearly as broad as the sky. + +It was the same room, the same familiar objects, only how monstrous +everything had grown! Was that immense building in the corner her +baby-house? + +Bessie's little head swam; her heart beat tumultuously. A light mocking +laugh near her made her glance quickly round. + +Who was this tall figure in a trailing gray silk, looking down at her +with severe triumph in her black eyes? That chestnut hair, that +beautiful red and white complexion--could this be Augusta, her own doll? + +With a scream of terror, Bessie was darting away, but waxen fingers +seized her tender little arm, closing tightly upon it. Oh, how they +hurt! She struggled and kicked, but could not get away. + +"Let me go!" she cried out; "I'll pay you off well, Miss Augusta, if you +don't. Remember, you're my doll--" + +"Pay me off!" cried Augusta, with another shrill laugh. "You poor silly +midget! don't you know how the fairy's wand has changed you? Why, you +don't reach to my knee. No; I am going to pay _you_ off, and handsomely +too. Grace, bring that piece of whalebone directly." + +"If you dare!" cried Bessie; but Grace clattered up toward her, her +stolid countenance fairly beaming. Bessie tried to dodge behind Augusta, +but she held her tightly by both arms. + +"Lay it well over her shoulders, Grace; make 'em tingle!" she cried; and +thick and fast fell the blows, while poor Bessie writhed and protested +and threatened in vain. When Grace's arm was tired, Augusta took her +turn. After beating Bessie to her heart's content, she seized the child +by her shoulders, and shook her till her head fairly turned round. + +"There!" she said, tossing her on to the doll's bed in the corner; "lie +there, miss, till Winnie comes. Poor thing! she's gone away to cry +somewhere, but as soon as she comes back she shall have _her_ chance. +Come, Grace, we will go for a walk." + +She walked haughtily away, followed by the admiring Grace. Poor Bessie +lay sobbing and crying. Her shoulders and back were smarting, her little +arms black and blue from the pressure of Augusta's fingers. + +"I'll run away and hide somewhere," she said at last. + +Creeping off the bed very cautiously, she was stealing away, when +something seized her again. She gave a cry of despair, and looking up, +saw Winnie's sweet face. + +"Who are you?" she asked. "Are you a new doll?" holding her gently but +firmly. + +"Oh, Winnie!" said Bessie, and hid her face in shame. Augusta came +mincing up with a triumphant air, and related the action of the fairy. + +"Now it's your turn," she said, handing the whalebone to Winnie. But she +tossed it indignantly aside. + +"Strike her! Never! No; I would rather remember her kindness to me. +Don't cry, little mother," she added, stooping to kiss her. "If the +fairy comes again, I will ask her to change you back." + +"No, no!" cried Augusta and Grace, in a terrible fright, but Bessie did +not hear. She was sobbing with her face in Winnie's neck. + +"Oh, Winnie! Winnie! how can you be so kind? I would rather you gave me +a beating." + +But Winnie wiped her eyes, and smiled so brightly on her that Bessie's +heart began to revive a little. Ere long they were playing together, and +it would have been rare sport for any child to see Winnie wheeling +Bessie in a tiny tin cart no bigger than a match-box. Then they had a +grand game of hide-and-seek in the stocking basket Annie had left on the +floor. Grace soon joined them, while Augusta, quite gracious by this +time, sat eying them complacently from her arm-chair. + + * * * * * + +"Bessie! Bessie! your mamma's come in, and wants to see you." + +Bessie started up, rubbing her eyes. She looked in a dazed sort of way +at Annie, then at the corner where she kept her dolls. There they sat, +all three in a row as usual. + +"Who put them there--my dolls? Did they really whip me?" she asked, +confusedly. Then she blushed, and hung her little head. + +"Who put thim there? Why, I reckon they got tired of lying on the bed, +and walked over to their chairs," said Annie, with a mischievous gleam +in her eye. + +"_You_ put them there," said Bessie; but she wished she could feel quite +sure. Catching up her darling Winnie, she walked off to her mother's +room. + +All the rest of that day Bessie treated Augusta and Grace with the +utmost respect; and when she had undressed them and put them to bed, she +lingered as if anxious to say something. At last she stooped down and +whispered: "I don't believe it's true; but I'll never whip you or get +into such a passion again. I didn't know how ugly it was till I saw you +behave so yourselves. And please, if it is true, don't ask the fairy to +make me little again, for I mean to be good now." + +As for Winnie, darling Winnie, she lay all night in Bessie's arms, her +head hugged close to her breast. And the piece of whalebone stood +bolt-upright in Bessie's match-box, where she had stuck it that it might +always remind her of the lesson of that day. + + + + +[Illustration: THE CHILDREN'S WELCOME TO GENERAL GRANT.--DRAWN BY A. B. +FROST.--[SEE PAGE 94.]] + + + + +HOW AUNT PAM BECAME A SMUGGLER. + +BY MRS. FRANK McCARTHY. + + +My name is Tom Barnes, and I live on the other side of the river, just +far enough from New York to go there once in a while with pa to a show. +That's all the city's good for, anyway. We can't get up shows here very +well; but when it comes to other fun, we can beat you city folks all +hollow. You see, you haven't got the things to work with that we +have--the woods and water and things. But I'll tell you about Aunt +Pam--her name is Pamela, I think, but we call her Pam for short. She +wasn't ever married, though I guess she's old enough. Somebody once said +Aunt Pam was an old maid; but that can't be, for old maids are always +cranky, and get out of bed backward every morning. Now Aunt Pam was +never cranky in her life; and I know she gets out of bed like everybody +else, for I've slept with her many a time. And nobody in their senses +would call Aunt Pam old, and you'd better believe she's jolly. The house +ain't anything without Aunt Pam. + +My sisters are all girls, you see, and so taken up with worsted-work, +and practicing, and one thing and the other, that I don't know what I'd +do without Aunt Pam. I tell her everything; but I couldn't about the +smugglers' cave, because the fellows wrote it all down in black and +white, and we took a solemn promise to keep it a secret. We all live +close to the water; and having everything handy, we made up our minds +we'd make a smugglers' cave. We got to work lively; and while some of +the fellows were digging out the bank, others chopped down small trees +and bushes, and made a covered archway to crawl under, so that the +opening of the cave couldn't be seen. We pulled the young twigs and +vines down over the chopped ones, rolled logs inside for seats, and +things began to look quite ship-shape. + +It was no easy job, I can tell you. We worked like beavers to get the +cave the way we wanted it; but when it was done, it was what you may +call hunky-dory. Bill Drake's father had a flat-bottomed boat that we +got into and rowed along shore. We rigged up a sail; but there was +something the matter with it, and it kept flopping about, and wasn't +much good, but anyhow it looked nice. We never went far from shore. We +weren't afraid, but we didn't care to. Smugglers always kept along +shore. + +We all had blue shirts, and pulled our caps down over our eyes to look +fierce. And Bill Drake kept an old pipe of his father's in his mouth; it +hadn't any tobacco in it, but it was a real pipe, so we made Bill +captain. The thing was to get lots of traps into the cave to look like +smuggled goods. We fished up old bathing pieces and bits of broken +bottles, and Bill brought down a red petticoat; but the best of all was +Aunt Pam's shawl. + +Now I'd scorn to do a mean or sneaking thing, especially to Aunt Pam, +but she didn't seem to care a button for that shawl. I didn't think it +was worth twopence. She used to wear it in all sorts of weather, and it +looked to me as if it was patched up out of bits that she hadn't any +other use for. I'm sure she'd worn it since she was a baby. I could +remember seeing that shawl around as long as I could remember anything, +and it was just the thing for our cave. It was kind of like a Turk's +best turban as to color; and when it was fixed over Bill Bates's bathing +suit, and one corner hung down over the rock, it made the cave look +bully. I went into Aunt Pam's room one morning, and found it thrown over +the foot of the bedstead, like an old blanket, and I carried it off to +the cave. + +When I came home from school, I saw Aunt Pam out walking with a worsted +thing that one of my sisters made for her, and I thought it was enough +sight handsomer in the way of a shawl. I went on down to the cave, and +when I got home again there was a regular hullabulloo in the house. + +The girls were ransacking the closets, Aunt Pam was flying around like a +hen with its head cut off, and everybody was turning everything inside +out. "Maybe Tom's seen it," said mamma. "Tom, have you seen your aunt +Pam's shawl?" + +"That old thing she used to wear around?" I said. + +"Old thing!" they all shrieked together. "Why, it's a camel's-hair +shawl; it's worth five hundred dollars." + +"Oh no!" I said. "I beg your pardon; there wasn't the hair of a camel, +or even a cat, in the shawl that I mean; it was just sewed together on +the wrong side like a bed-quilt." + +"That was it, you ridiculous boy," said my sisters. "Have you seen it?" + +"Seen it!" said I; "I've only seen it every day since I was born, and +yet I remember it well." I went whistling away, and they began to rush +around again for that shawl. + +I felt pale under my whistle. Five hundred dollars! who'd 'a thought it? +Down in the smugglers' cave! Goodness gracious! No wonder it looked just +the thing. No wonder we all cottoned to that shawl from the start. + +"I always told you something would happen to it," said mamma to Aunt +Pam. "You flung it around like an old rag." + +"That was the comfort of it," said Aunt Pam. "It couldn't be hurt. It +could be worn in all weathers--to a wedding or a funeral, to church or +to a clam-bake. It was always in the fashion, and everybody knew what it +was worth." + +"Except me," I said, under my breath. + +"Oh, my beautiful shawl!" said Aunt Pam, beginning all at once to feel +the full shock of her loss. The tears rolled out of her dear old eyes, +and my sisters began to snivel, as they always did. + +Mamma said it must be looked into, and for a moment I was scared. I +thought of the smugglers' cave. + +"What must be looked into?" I said. + +"Why, the loss of the shawl," said mamma. "It must have been stolen out +of the house." + +Our up-stairs girl was passing through the room when ma said that, and +she turned red and pale. + +"Did you notice Maggie?" mamma said, when the door was shut. + +"Oh, mamma!" we all cried out, for we thought the world of Maggie. I +couldn't help wondering how it was she was so red and flustered, while I +was as cool as a cucumber. Aunt Pam declared she wouldn't have Maggie's +feelings hurt for the world; and I said she was innocent, in a deep low +solemn voice, but nobody paid any attention to me. Then I stopped to +think before I went on. How could I betray my comrades and the +whereabouts of the cave? I remembered the last piece I spoke in school, +and how I hollered out the words, + + "O for a tongue to curse the slave + Whose treason, like a deadly blight, + Comes o'er the councils of the brave, + And blasts them in their hour of might!" + +Could I be that traitor? No indeed--not much! Yet here was a dreadful +row in the house, and the only way to mend matters was to get that shawl +again as soon as possible. I resolved to get it that very night, and +when I listened to an advertisement that Aunt Pam had written out for +the paper, I saw my way clear. She said no questions would be asked if +the article was promptly returned. That settled it. I went up to my +room, and wrote out the following in a disguised hand: + + "Secrit and konfidenshal--the shawl's all right." + +I waited till after supper, slipped it under Aunt Pam's door, and going +out the back way I took a cross-cut down to the shore. Now pa won't let +us go out at night to play, and I think that's a mistake, because we +can't get used to the dark if we don't. The whole world looked queer +somehow to me by starlight. The moon hadn't come up yet, and at first I +could hardly see my hand before my face. I never saw such ugly shadows, +and once I had to stop and get breath before I could make up my mind to +pass a clump of old mulberry bushes. Once in a while I heard a crackle +behind me like a footstep, but I didn't look back. I knew my only chance +was to plod ahead, no matter how my heart thumped or my knees shook. I +thought of everything I could to bolster me up--of dear old Aunt Pam and +poor little Maggie. But the sound of the waves on the beach was awful! +They roared like so many wild beasts. It was as black as ink on the +water, and the twinkle of the light-house seemed a hundred miles away. +It was so lonely and wild that my heart was in my throat. And suppose, +thinks I, when I get in the cave, the waves come up and devour me? +Suppose somebody has crawled in there to sleep, some tramp or something, +and he should catch me by the leg? Or the bank should tumble in on top +of me? All my spunk was gone, and I turned to run, when, bunk! I came +into something behind me. + +"Ow!" I screamed, and "Oh!" exclaimed somebody, and wasn't I glad to +find it was dear old Aunt Pam. She scared me, though, for she was as +white as any sheet, and grabbing me in her arms, she began to cry over +me. + +"Tell me all, Tom," she said. "I got your note, and I followed you. You +bad, wicked, dear little wretch, tell me everything. If the shawl's got +lost, never mind, Tom; I don't care; only tell me, and come back home." + +Poor, dear Aunt Pam! she told me afterward she thought I had done +something to the shawl, and ran away in my fright. We were both pretty +well broke up, and I couldn't help crying a little bit myself. But of +course I couldn't go home now without the shawl. I began to feel as +brave as a lion now Aunt Pam was there. The thing was to get her out of +the way while I went into the cave. It looked awful down there in the +hollow, and the wind was getting up, the water swashed around, and I +couldn't help thinking there might be a tramp in there. All at once a +bright thought struck me. Aunt Pam wasn't afraid of tramps; she wasn't +afraid of anything. And, after all, it was her shawl. If it was worth +having, it was worth going after. But how about betraying the boys? +Another bright thought struck me. I'd make Aunt Pam one of us. She could +say the words over after me, and she could crawl in and get the shawl, +while I kept guard outside: and if anybody says Aunt Pam is old after +that, they must be crazy. She said all the words solemnly, one after +another; then she crawled in, and dragged out every blessed thing she +could lay her hands on. I put 'em all back the next morning, and the +best of it all was that Aunt Pam never gave us away. She just told the +folks she found the shawl herself, and she did, you know--didn't she? + + + + +MATHEMATICAL PUZZLES. + + +No. 5. + +Two boys kept neighboring apple stands, and each had thirty apples to +sell every day. One sold his at the rate of two for five cents, and +received seventy-five cents, and the other at three for five cents, and +received fifty cents, the total being one dollar and twenty-five cents. +It happened one day that one of the boys was sick, and the other engaged +to sell the whole stock of sixty apples at the same rate. "Two for five, +and three for five, that's five for ten," said he, and five for ten he +sold them. But to his astonishment, when he got through he had but one +dollar and twenty cents instead of one dollar and twenty-five cents. Now +how did he lose five cents? + + +No. 6. + +"How old are your children?" asked a lady who was visiting a friend, the +mother of three beautiful daughters. "My oldest daughter is just double +the age of my youngest daughter," replied the mother, "and the age of my +other child is that of her youngest sister and one-third more. Their +three combined ages make exactly the sum of my age, and I shall be +sixty-six one year from to-day." What was the age of each of the three +daughters? + + + + +THE OLDEST ROSE-BUSH IN THE WORLD. + + +They say it is the oldest, and who knows that it is not? I will tell you +the story as it was told to me, and you shall see what you think of it. + +There is a funny old town in Germany called Hildesheim, a little out of +the way of travellers, but full of curious and interesting things, and +over its fine cathedral walls climbs a rose-bush so large and strong +that it may well be a thousand years old, as they say it is. + +"A thousand years ago," said the sacristan, "the country all about here +was a forest." + +If you have studied history, you will see the story may be true so far, +for you know Charlemagne became Emperor of Germany in A.D. 800, and that +Germany was little better than a wilderness then. + +"One day," continued the sacristan, "Louis the Gentle, the son of +Charlemagne, went hunting with all his retinue in this forest. They had +with them a box of relics." + +Relics, you must know, were pieces of the dress of martyrs and saints, +or something that martyrs and saints had touched in their lifetime, or +perhaps even the bones of martyrs and saints. + +"When they encamped for dinner, the gentle Louis wished to put this box +of relics away very carefully, and looking about, he saw a beautiful +blooming rose-bush, which must have been quite large even then, as he +concealed the box in its branches. + +"Perhaps they hurried away in pursuit of game after dinner, or perhaps +they ate too much, and, as often happens in such a case, they forgot to +be as religious as they were before dinner. However it was, at all +events they rode away without the relics, and never missed them till the +next day. + +"Then Louis was full of shame, and declared they must ride back again, +and never give up searching till they found the box. + +"So they rode for many a weary hour, searching the by-ways of the +forest--for there were few roads--till at last they all suddenly +stopped, full of awe and wonder. + +"It was a beautiful June day, and the birds were singing, and the +flowers were blooming; but, lo! just before them they saw a glade in the +forest where the fresh white snow lay like a soft thick carpet over +everything. + +"And yet it did not cover everything either. For in the centre of the +glade grew a lovely rose-bush, with hundreds of bright blossoms upon it, +and this was the bush in which the box had been hidden. Louis hastened +forward, and grasped the box; but, lo! here was another miracle: it had +grown into the wood of the rose-bush so firmly that it could not be +taken away. + +"Then Louis fell on his knees, and said he would receive this as a sign, +and he vowed to build a cathedral on the spot. + +"They called the snow 'holy snow,' because it had hidden the ugly +remnants of their feast with its purity, but had left the rose-bush +free, and they named the cathedral and the town which sprang up about it +Hildesheim, which in old, old German meant 'holy snow.'" + +It is certainly an enormous rose-bush, and its roots grow wide under the +cathedral. Over them, in the crypt, is an altar said to be of pure +silver, and it looks as if it might be. On the altar are heaped great +bunches of artificial roses, which they persuade the ignorant peasants +are actual blossoms of the rose-bush itself, even when it is leafless +and bare in the winter. + +I can not say that all the sacristan's story is true, but I know that +the rose-bush of Hildesheim is the largest one I ever saw, and that the +town is a very old place. Indeed, a few years ago, some wonderful gold +and silver vessels were dug up there, which must have been used by an +almost forgotten race. If any of you live near Washington, you can see +copies of them in the Smithsonian Institution. + + + + +CROCHET PURSE. + +[Illustration] + + +This pretty purse will make a nice gift for some of our young people. It +is worked with red saddler's silk in open-work double crochet, and +consists of an oblong bag pointed toward the bottom, and furnished with +small slits at the top on both sides. The purse is closed with two metal +bars, finished with knobs, and joined with a chain and ring. An ordinary +steel slide may be substituted. A metal acorn finishes the bottom. Make +a foundation of 96 st. (stitch), close these in a ring with 1 sl. (slip +stitch), and crochet the 1st round.--4 ch. (chain stitch), the first 3 +of which count as first dc. (double crochet), then always alternately 1 +dc. on the second following st., 1 ch.; finally, 1 sl. on the third of +the first 3 ch. in this round. 2d round.--1 sl. on the next st., 4 ch., +the first 3 of which count as first dc., then always alternately 1 dc. +on the next ch. in the preceding round, 1 ch.; finally, 1 sl. on the +third of the first 3 ch. in this round. Next work 24 rounds like the +preceding round, but in the last 10 rounds narrow at intervals, and +instead of 1 dc. pass over 2 dc., so that in the last round only 8 dc. +are worked. Run the working thread through the st. of the last round, +draw it tight, and set on the acorn. Then finish the purse in two parts, +working on the upper side of the foundation st. 3 rounds in the +preceding design, going back and forth, and in the last round fasten in +the bars as follows: * 7 ch., pass over 2 dc., lay on the bar from the +wrong side, carry the ch. across the bar to the wrong side, 1 sc. on the +next ch., 7 ch., carry these over the bar to the front, pass over 2 dc., +1 sc. on the next ch., and repeat from *. + + + + +"ONT DAYKUMBOA." + + +In the parlor of a dear old-fashioned country house two elderly ladies +are seated, one knitting, the other reading the report of yesterday's +sermons, giving bits aloud now and then; on the carpet a little boy +about three years of age is sprawling, apparently trying to swim on dry +land. + +The lady knitting is Miss Helena Oakstead, the lady reading is Miss +Judith Oakstead, and the small boy is Master Ralph Oakstead, the eldest +son of the youngest brother. If you go to the other side of the hall you +will find the eldest brother (Master Ralph's uncle) in his study, +writing an essay full of great big words. He is Professor Oakstead. + +Master Ralph is spending the day with his relatives, and has gotten on +with them very well so far, as his sister Daisy, two years his senior, +whom he rules right royally, has acted as court interpreter; but she has +just departed for a drive with a neighboring friend, and the aunts are +left in sole charge of his Highness. + +He is very gracious at first, looks over a picture-book with Miss +Helena, and makes eager but unintelligible remarks respecting the +"bow-wows" and "moos," to which Miss Helena answers, "Um, dear," as +being the safest thing to say. But now he is silent, and has been so for +at least ten minutes. + +"How good Ralph is!" half whispers Miss Helena. + +His Highness pricks up his ears. + +"Yes, dear little fellow; and he has no one to play with, either." + +His Highness sits up--he speaks. + +[Illustration: "ONT DAYKUMBOA."] + +"Ont daykumboa." + +"What is it, dear?" says Miss Judith. + +"Ont daykumboa," repeats Master Ralph. + +"What does the child mean?" asks Miss Helena. + +"I don't know. What do you want, Ralphie?" + +Ralph, with a look of mingled contempt and pity at his stupid relatives, +says, slowly but emphatically, "Ont daykumboa." + +"Perhaps he is hungry. I'll go and get him a piece of cake," says Miss +Helena. + +The cake is brought, and promptly accepted; but it is evidently not the +thing for which his soul longs, for after devouring half the slice he +plaintively murmurs, "Ont daykumboa." + +"Well, isn't that daykumboa?" says Miss Judith. + +Ralph gives her a scornful look as sole answer, and finishes his cake in +awful silence. As the last crumb disappears he sighs, "Ont daykumboa." + +"What on earth and under the sun does the child want!" is the combined +exclamation of the aunts. + +"Perhaps Elijah can help us." + +"Oh yes, he knows everything pretty nearly; but he may not like being +disturbed now--he's writing, you know." + +"Well, perhaps Victoria might be able to tell; she used to take care of +children." + +So Victoria is summoned from the kitchen. She is a tall majestic +negress, who looks as if she had just stepped out of history. Her speech +does not quite come up to her stately mien. + +"Why, what's de matter wi' de chile?" she queries. + +All of Ralph's reply is lost except "daykumboa." + +"Well, come 'long wi' Victoria--she git you kumboa. What, ain't gwine to +come? Oh laws! dat ain't bein' good bo'." + +For Master Ralph has seated himself flatly on a footstool, and with his +back against the wall, refuses in the dumbest of dumb-show to be +entrapped into "gwine" anywhere. + +Miss Helena suggests that they bring to him whatever they find that is +at all likely to be "daykumboa." + +So at the feet of his Royal Highness is laid such a queer collection of +articles as never before appeared in that trim sitting-room: a _Child's +History of England_, a bottle of mucilage, a pair of scissors, a coal +shovel, a comb and brush, a bunch of flowers, a photograph album, a +bottle of ink, and goodness knows what besides. Miss Helena ransacks her +brains and her bureau, Miss Judith brings every portable in the room, +and Victoria literally squanders the contents of her larder, but all to +no purpose, and what is worse, his Highness, becoming alarmed at such +unusual behavior, begins to moan "Ont daykumboa" in a way that draws +tears to the eyes of his aunts. + +"Judith," exclaims Miss Helena, "the case is getting desperate. We +_must_ send for Elijah, no matter if he does get angry.--Victoria, just +go to the study, and tell the Professor that he _must_ come here for a +few minutes. Do you hear--_must_!" + +Victoria, looking as scared as only a solemn-natured darky _can_ look, +departs, and returns speedily with the Professor. + +"Is anything the matter with Alcibiades?" he asks. Alcibiades, be it +known, is what the Professor always calls Ralph--"for short," he says. + +"He is in a most peculiar condition, Elijah--persists in calling for +_daykumboa_, and we can not understand what he means." + +"What is it that you want, my boy?" inquires the Professor, bending his +dignified back and knees, so as to bring his gray head on a level with +Ralph's "curly pow." + +Ralph turns to him with an expression of relief, as much as to say, +"Well, here's a reasonable being at last," and explains, "Ont +daykumboa." + +"And what is daykumboa?" says the Professor. + +"Daykumboa," repeats Ralph, with a lingering hope that perhaps he is +going to get some satisfaction; but this creature is just as dull as the +rest, and his Highness, with great want of dignity, begins to whimper. + +"The child seems to be in pain," says the Professor, standing up, and +regarding his nephew with concern. "Perhaps he has hurt himself." + +"I never thought of that," cries Miss Judith.--"Have you hurt yourself, +Ralphie?" + +"Ont daykumboa," is the only response. + +"Looks like he gwine to hab a fit. I gib de chile a good warm bath, if +I's you," suggests Victoria. + +Miss Helena eagerly catches at the straw. + +"That's a good idea, Victoria. Just fill the little foot-tub with hot +water, and bring it right in here." + +Victoria hurries off to get the bath, and the Professor, seized with a +new idea for the explanation of the mystery, goes to his study to search +his dictionary for "daykumboa" in some dead or living language. + +The foot-tub is brought, and the aunts proceed to undress his Highness, +whereat he waxes wroth. They persist; there is a frightful howl, a +struggle, and the tub of hot water is very vigorously overturned among +the photographs, scissors, and eatables that strew the floor. The +Professor, in alarm, comes tearing in, a book in each hand. At that +moment a patter as of small feet is heard in the hall, and a little +figure with flying golden locks darts into the room. + +Ralph rushes into her arms in a kind of ecstasy, crying, "Oh, daykumboa! +daykumboa!" + +"What is it that Ralph is saying, Daisy?" eagerly asks Miss Helena, in +the lull that follows. "He has been wanting daykumboa all the +afternoon." + +"He says, 'Daisy come back,'" answers the little girl. "That's what you +wanted--wasn't it, Ralphie?" + +"Es, me ont daykumboa," assents his Highness. + +The Professor regards his niece with humble admiration not unmixed with +awe, and retires to his study to lay his dictionaries by. Victoria rolls +her eyes ceilingward, and says, "Well, I declar'!" then falls to work +picking up the ruins of their various offerings, and the two ladies turn +to help her after a little silent astonishment. + +Ten minutes after, his Highness is seen in the garden pouring sand down +his sister's neck, and sternly ordering her to "fit 'till," when she +objects, in a tone that makes his aunts wonder if this _can_ be the same +boy who spent the greater part of two hours in wailing, "Ont daykumboa." + + + + +[Illustration: Music: Little Birdie.] + + + + +A SCARECROW NO SCARECROW. + + An umbrella for a scarecrow + Was in a corn field placed, + And with loud caws the sly old crows + Around it gravely paced; + When suddenly a shower fell, + And under it they went, + And staid until the rain had ceased, + As in a little tent. + Then said they, as they all trooped out, + "_That_ man's a jolly feller; + Not only plants the corn for us, + But lends us his umbreller!" + + * * * * * + + +=The Paradise of Insects.=--None but those who have travelled on the +Upper Amazons can have any idea of the number and voracity of the insect +torments which work their wicked will on the bodies of the unfortunates +exposed to their attacks. The "sancudos," or small sand-flies, form by +far the most important section. In the villages, round which the forest +is cleared away for some distance, the sancudos are generally pretty +quiet during the day, except where darkness prevails: there they are +ever busy, and are a perfect plague. The triumphant note of a sancudo +which has made his way under your curtains is more annoying than even +his bite; and should you have been careless in getting into bed, and +been accompanied by two or three of these blood-suckers, we will defy +you to sleep until you have exterminated them. + +In the forest and on the river the sancudos are always busy. Men +sometimes get into the vessel's tops, and there cover themselves with +sacks, notwithstanding the heat, rather than remain below exposed to +their attacks. Fortunately they can not stand a current of air, and so +when under way the vessel is comparatively free from them, but when at +anchor these pests are something awful. To get rid of them is next to +impossible. Creosote will keep them off, but the remedy is as bad as the +disease. Whitewash will drive them away, but when dry its power ceases; +and the only thing to do is either to cover all exposed parts of the +body with black pigment _à la mode Indienne_, or else to "grin and bear +it." + +Scarcely less troublesome than the sancudos are the mosquitoes, although +they have the negative merit of biting only by day. They are minute +creatures, not much larger than a pin's head; they prefer the backs of +the hands to any other spot for their attacks. But, unlike the sancudo, +which, when undisturbed, gorges himself until unable to fly, and becomes +an easy prey to your avenging finger, the mosquito never seems to take +too much to prevent his easy escape on the slightest appearance of +danger, being evidently just as wide-awake when full as when empty. + +Everywhere in long grass lurks the "moquim," a little red insect so +small as to be almost imperceptible, but which fastens on the legs, +causing the most intolerable itching. + +There is a fly which burrows in the skin and deposits an egg, both in +human beings and animals. This produces a maggot, similar in shape to +that of the common blow-fly, but much larger, probably analogous to the +Guinea-worm. + +Then there are "chigos," which burrow mostly in the soles of the feet. +You feel an intense itching, and on examination find a little thing like +a pea just under the epidermis; this is the bag containing the young +chigos, which must be carefully picked out with the point of a knife, +and the cavity left filled with tobacco ash. + +Huge spiders abound, whose very appearance inspires a wholesome dread of +a nearer acquaintance, but which are harmless enough if let alone. In +fact, on board the steamers, almost every cabin is tenanted by one large +spider, whose presence is tolerated on account of his being a deadly foe +to cockroaches, which abominable creatures swarm on board. Sometimes he +is not visible for a fortnight or more at a time; but he leaves tokens +of "having been there," in the shape of the empty husks of cockroaches, +from which he has carefully abstracted the interior. These spiders have +the power of springing upon their prey from a distance, and some of them +are so large and powerful as to kill and devour small birds. + +In passing through the narrow forest paths it is necessary to be on the +look-out for the wood-ticks, which are very difficult to get rid of if +once firmly attached; also for the huge black ants, an inch and a half +in length, with stings like a hornet's; and the saüba ant, without +sting, but armed with nippers like a pair of surgical bone-forceps, +which are running about everywhere. One may sometimes chance upon a +column of the dreaded "fire-ants," marching in regular military order; +and if he does, the only thing is to bolt at once, for neither man nor +beast may withstand the fire-ant and live. 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It is as harmless as water, and has been +indorsed by the most scientific men of the day. Sold by druggists. + + + + +"_A book beyond the pale of criticism._" + + N. Y. DAILY GRAPHIC. + + * * * * * + +THE + +Boy Travellers in the Far East. + + * * * * * + +ADVENTURES OF + +TWO YOUTHS IN A JOURNEY + +TO + +JAPAN AND CHINA. + +Illustrated, 8vo, Cloth, $3.00. + + * * * * * + +A more attractive book for boys and girls can scarcely be +imagined.--_N. Y. Times._ + +The best thing for a boy who cannot go to China and Japan is to get this +book and read it.--_Philadelphia Ledger._ + +Juvenile literature seems to have come to a climax in this book. In +literary quality and in material form it is a decided improvement on +anything of the kind ever before produced in America.--_N. Y. Journal of +Commerce._ + +One of the richest and most entertaining books for young people, both in +text, illustrations, and binding, which has ever come to our +table.--_Providence Press._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +"_A nice Gift for Children._" + + PITTSBURGH TELEGRAPH. + + * * * * * + +THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS. + +A FAIRY STORY. + +Illustrated., 16mo, Cloth, 75 cents. + + * * * * * + +Written in a simple but charming manner, and illustrated by beautiful +pictures, so that a youngster just past the first reading-hook would +appreciate every word.--_Christian Intelligencer_, N. Y. + +The illustrations are worthy of special commendation. Any so airy, +pretty, and full of grace, have rarely appeared in any American book for +children.--_Hartford Courant._ + +The language in which it is told is so pure and agreeable, that parents +and good bachelor uncles will find it a pleasure to read it aloud to the +little ones.--_Boston Courier._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration] + +WIGGLES. + +Of these two Wiggles, the first is what our artist makes of the outline +given in No. 4 of _Harper's Young People_, and the second is a new +Wiggle, in which we hope our young readers will take as much interest as +they have in those already published. + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + +During this new year we anticipate much pleasant intercourse with our +young friends. We thank them heartily for the favors already received, +which from their genuine childishness we know have come direct from +their own little hearts and hands. Our paper is received by children who +live in all parts of this country, in England, Germany, France, South +America, Cuba, and Mexico; and we would like to offer them a few +suggestions which, if faithfully carried out, will add interest to our +Post-office Box, and give much valuable information. + +In the first place, many of you have household pets--birds, squirrels, +fishes, turtles, and other little live creatures. We are sure of this, +because already some of you have asked us questions regarding the care +of them. Now, if you watch your pets carefully, you will learn many +pretty facts of natural history; and it would do you good, and please +us, if you would write us about their habits, what food they like best, +and how they behave. If your communications are brief enough, we shall +gladly print them. + +Then as spring comes on--and it will come very soon to some of you in +the South--watch for the first spring flowers, the sweet trailing +arbutus, the pretty violets and wind-flowers, the crocuses, and other +early spring blossoms, and tell us when you find them, and in what +pretty corner they were nestled in the woods, among bushes by the old +stone wall, or in the open sunny field. Let us see what little girl or +boy will find the first willow "pussies." And you will all be interested +to learn how much earlier the spring blossoms come to you who live South +and West than to you in Maine and Canada. + +Then there will be the coming of the birds to watch for--the robins and +bluebirds; some of you will see them all winter, and the dear little +snow-birds, which sing and hop about so merrily on cold, biting mornings +when your own little fingers are half frozen as you scamper to school +over the snow crust. Watch all these beautiful things of nature, dear +children, and write us whatever you find out from your own personal +observation. + +In that way our Post-office Box will become a delightful and instructive +natural history exchange between the little folks of all sections of the +country. Perhaps, also, the children in England and other lands beyond +the sea will now and then favor us with bits of information about their +own birds and flowers. You must excuse us for writing so much, leaving +not room enough to print half of your own pretty communications. + + * * * * * + +"Earl" writes from Chicago: "I live on the West Side, and the ponds are +frozen strong enough for skating. I have been skating twice at Jefferson +Park." That does not look much like hunting for willow "pussies," does +it? And perhaps you are laughing, because we remind you of spring now +just when you are beginning to plan for skating parties. But willows +grow all around the ponds where you skate, and you will never see the +bare twigs without wondering how soon you can write and tell us the +downy "pussies" have appeared. + + * * * * * + + I am six years old, and I live in Hastings, Nebraska. I like + _Harper's Young People_ very much. I have a duck, a chicken, a pig, + and a little rat dog whose name is Jip. I would like to know how to + teach him to catch rats. He by accident caught one the other day, + fastened in the pig-pen fence, and killed it before it got loose. + + ARTHUR S. N. + + * * * * * + + QUINCY, ILLINOIS. + + My papa takes your paper for little folks, and I like it first + rate. The stories in it are very good. It is hard for me to say + which I like best. I wish you could see my pet chicken. + + MARY E. M. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE J. M.--In gardens and hot-houses, where they are not liable to +accident, toads have been known to attain the age of thirty-five and +even forty years. The wonderful stories sometimes told of living toads +being found imbedded in solid rock, where they must have been imprisoned +for ages, or in the heart of ancient trees, are not well authenticated, +and such cases have never come under the observation of scientific men. + + * * * * * + + NEW YORK CITY. + + I am very much obliged to you for telling me how to feed and house + my land turtle. I have also three water turtles, one bull-frog, two + large toads, and twenty small toads. Please tell me how to feed + them. I keep them in a large yard, and I never feed them, so I + often wonder how they live. Your paper is getting better every + week, and the story about "Photogen and Nycteris" is about the best + you have published. + + LYMAN C. + +Your toads have found plenty of insects for food in the yard where you +keep them. They might be taught to eat sugar, but they prefer a diet of +worms, ants, and small bugs. They will probably crawl under a stone or +into some hole, and lie numb all winter. Bull-frogs also eat worms and +insects, and very large ones are said to eat even small animals, such as +mice and moles. Water turtles eat the stems of water-weeds and small +mollusks, but they can live a long time without food. They might eat +bits of bread. You can try and see. Both they and your bull-frog would +be grateful if you gave them a tank of water to swim in. + + * * * * * + +Welcome letters are acknowledged from Mamie T., Orange, New Jersey; +Althea B., Macon City, Missouri; F. Coggswell, Hudson, Wisconsin; H. W. +Singer, Cincinnati, Ohio; Ernest B. C., Shelbyville, Tennessee; Willie +E. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 10, 2009 [EBook #28300] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 6, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SQUIRRELS_AND_WILD-CATS"><b>SQUIRRELS AND WILD-CATS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_HISTORY_OF_PHOTOGEN_AND_NYCTERIS"><b>THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PUTNAMS_NARROW_ESCAPE"><b>PUTNAM'S NARROW ESCAPE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HARE_AND_HOUNDS"><b>HARE AND HOUNDS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_SCHOOL-CHILDRENS_WELCOME"><b>THE SCHOOL-CHILDREN'S WELCOME.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OLD_PROBABILITIES"><b>"OLD PROBABILITIES."</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#TROUBLE_IN_THE_PLAY-ROOM"><b>TROUBLE IN THE PLAY-ROOM.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HOW_AUNT_PAM_BECAME_A_SMUGGLER"><b>HOW AUNT PAM BECAME A SMUGGLER.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_OLDEST_ROSE-BUSH_IN_THE_WORLD"><b>THE OLDEST ROSE-BUSH IN THE WORLD.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CROCHET_PURSE"><b>CROCHET PURSE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#ONT_DAYKUMBOA"><b>"ONT DAYKUMBOA."</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#LITTLE_BIRDIE"><b>LITTLE BIRDIE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_SCARECROW_NO_SCARECROW"><b>A SCARECROW NO SCARECROW.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#WIGGLES"><b>WIGGLES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"><b>OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="377" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 10.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, January 6, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1879, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="SQUIRRELS_AND_WILD-CATS" id="SQUIRRELS_AND_WILD-CATS"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="400" height="561" alt="A FAMILY IN DANGER." title="" /> +<span class="caption">A FAMILY IN DANGER.</span> +</div> + +<h2>SQUIRRELS AND WILD-CATS.</h2> + +<p>The most graceful of all the little inhabitants of the forest is the +squirrel. It is to be found in nearly every country, and is always the +same merry, frisky little creature. The general name for the great +squirrel family is <i>Sciurus</i>, a compound of two pretty Greek words +signifying shadow and tail, the beautiful bushy tail being a universal +family characteristic. Of the many varieties found in our Northern woods +the most common of all is the little chipmunk, a beautiful creature of +brownish-gray, with stripes of black and yellow on its back, and a snowy +white throat. It is the only burrower of the family. Choosing some +sheltered place under a stone wall or a clump of bushes, it digs a hole +which often descends perpendicularly for a yard or more before branching +off into the winding galleries and snug little apartments, some of which +serve as store-houses where nuts, corn, and seeds of different kinds are +hoarded away for its winter supplies. The little corner of the burrow +used as a nest is carefully and warmly lined with dry leaves and grass, +and here the tiny squirrel slumbers during the cold winter months. +Chipmunks are very plentiful in the country, and may be seen any sunny +day scampering along the stone walls, or up and down the trunks of nut +trees, their little cheeks, if it is in the autumn, puffed out round +with nuts, which they are carrying to their winter store-house.</p> + +<p>The larger varieties of squirrels, which make their nest in trees, are +the red squirrel, often found in pine woods, as it is very fond of the +cones of pine and fir trees; the gray squirrel, a magnificent fellow, +with such a voracious appetite that it is said one squirrel alone will +strip a whole nut tree; and the black squirrel, a handsome, glossy +creature, which is so hated by its gray brothers that both are never +found together in the same nutting grounds. As the gray are the most +numerous, at least in this part of the country, they generally succeed +in driving away the black members of the family, so that they are not +very often seen.</p> + +<p>The little flying-squirrels, the dearest little creatures for pets, are +natives of the Rocky Mountains, but are found in all parts of the United +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>States. They are very lazy, and sleep nearly all day, coming out at +twilight for a merry frolic, leaping, flying, or scampering at pleasure +among the tree-tops. They generally make their nest in some hollow +trunk, where it is very difficult to find them.</p> + +<p>The nest of a gray or red squirrel is a wonderful piece of architecture. +It is usually built in the crotch of some large branch, near or directly +against the main trunk of the tree. The spherical-shaped exterior is a +mass of interwoven twigs, so carefully placed as to afford ample +protection against rain or snow; leaves and grasses are stuffed inside, +while the little bed where the squirrel nestles and takes its nap is of +the softest and driest moss. In this pretty snuggery five or six little +squirrels are born early in the warm weather. The mother is very +watchful and very affectionate. If any wicked boys disturb her, or a +natural enemy, some beast or bird of prey, comes near, she takes her +little ones in her mouth, like a cat with its kittens, and hastily +carries them to a more secure hiding-place. The parent squirrels never +go away from the nest, but play and jump about on the branches near by, +until the little ones are strong enough to accompany them, when the +whole family may be seen springing from tree to tree, or scampering up +and down the tall trunks, waving their beautiful tails, and breaking the +silence of the woods with their merry chattering. They are wonderful +jumpers, and can spring from the highest branches to the ground without +harm. They are not runners, but can jump so nimbly through the grass and +dried leaves that it is impossible to catch them.</p> + +<p>The favorite food of the squirrel is acorns, nuts, and seeds and grain +of all kinds, and it will sometimes nibble leaf-buds and tender shoots +of young trees in the spring. Its teeth are so sharp and strong that it +will gnaw the hardest nutshell. Nothing is prettier than to see this +graceful creature sitting upright, its beautiful tail curled over its +back, gnawing at a nut which it skillfully holds in its fore-paws. As it +is not afraid unless one approaches too near, when it whisks out of +sight in a twinkling, its habits may be easily studied.</p> + +<p>It is a very provident little animal, and lays up large stores of nuts +for its winter food. As those which live in trees have no store-house +like that of the chipmunk, they deposit their hoard in hollow trunks or +under heaps of dried leaves. Nothing is more common than to find little +stores of nuts in a snug corner in hickory woods, carefully packed +together by these cunning creatures.</p> + +<p>Squirrels make pretty pets, and when captured young can be tamed, and +often become very affectionate. A young squirrel may be allowed to run +about the room, and it will often be found curled up fast asleep in +mamma's work-basket, or papa's pocket, or some other funny hiding-place. +As it grows older it becomes more mischievous, and must be kept in a +cage, or books, furniture, and everything in the room will bear the +marks of its sharp little teeth. It belongs to the order <i>Rodentia</i>, or +gnawing animals, and if kept in confinement, must be given a plenty of +hard-shelled nuts to use its teeth on. Its cage should also be kept very +clean, for the squirrel is the neatest little beast imaginable, and +spends much time at its toilet.</p> + +<p>It is sad to think that this innocent, playful denizen of the woodlands +should have many and deadly enemies. Even in the forests of inhabited +regions, from which wild beasts have been driven, hawks and owls are +ever on the watch to pounce upon it; and in the wild woods, especially +in cold countries, where the squirrels are most plentiful, there are +many enemies—pine-martens, which climb trees and spring from branch to +branch almost as nimbly as the poor little squirrel they persecute, and +the terrible wild-cat, which seeks its unsuspecting prey by night, or in +the twilight, when the squirrels are gambolling merrily among the leafy +branches before cuddling to sleep in their little nests. With sly +caution the wild-cat creeps noiselessly through the underbrush, and with +one savage spring it destroys the peace of some poor little squirrel +family.</p> + +<p>Wild-cats, although they belong to the same great family as the quiet +little pussy which likes to sleep on the hearth-rug, are considered by +naturalists to be an entirely different species. They are much larger +than the domestic cat, and have a short, stubbed, and very bushy tail. +They are terrible enemies of birds and all the small inhabitants of the +forest, and will often attack animals larger than themselves. They pass +most of the day stretched out upon some large limb of a tree, sleeping, +after the fashion of cats, with one glistening eye always on the watch +for prey. At night they descend, and creep through the underbrush, +searching for food. They are very skillful at fishing, and are often +found near large ponds, where they watch not only for fish, but for all +kinds of water-birds which haunt the surrounding marshes.</p> + +<p>They seldom attack men unless enraged or brought to bay. Woe to the +hunter who fires a careless shot, for the angry beast springs at him +with great fury, and inflicts fearful and sometimes even fatal wounds +with its sharp claws. It has no fear of dogs, and will pounce upon them, +sometimes killing them before the hunter can come to the rescue. +Tschudi, the Swiss naturalist, tells of a wounded wild-cat, which, lying +on its back, fought successfully with three large dogs, holding one fast +in its teeth, while with its claws it dealt powerful blows to the other +two, with singular instinct aiming at their eyes, until the hunter, by a +skillful shot, put an end to the conflict, killing the ferocious beast, +and relieving the poor dogs, which were nearly exhausted.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="THE_HISTORY_OF_PHOTOGEN_AND_NYCTERIS" id="THE_HISTORY_OF_PHOTOGEN_AND_NYCTERIS"></a>[Begun in No. 5 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 2.]</h4> + +<h2>THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS.</h2> + +<h4>A Day and Night Mährchen.</h4> + +<h3>BY GEORGE MACDONALD.</h3> + +<h3>XVIII.—REFUGE.—(<i>Continued</i>.)</h3> + +<p>"You come, then, or I shall shut them," said Nycteris, "and you sha'n't +see them any more till you are good. Come. If you can't see the wild +beasts, I can."</p> + +<p>"You can! and you ask me to come!" cried Photogen.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Nycteris. "And more than that, I see them long before +they can see me, so that I am able to take care of you."</p> + +<p>"But how?" persisted Photogen. "You can't shoot with bow and arrow, or +stab with a hunting knife."</p> + +<p>"No, but I can keep out of the way of them all. Why, just when I found +you, I was having a game with two or three of them at once. I see, and +scent them too, long before they are near me—long before they can see +or scent me."</p> + +<p>"You don't see or scent any now, do you?" said Photogen, uneasily, +rising on his elbow.</p> + +<p>"No—none at present. I will look," replied Nycteris, and sprang to her +feet.</p> + +<p>"Oh! oh! do not leave me—not for a moment," cried Photogen, straining +his eyes to keep her face in sight through the darkness.</p> + +<p>"Be quiet, or they will hear you," she returned. "The wind is from the +south, and they can not scent us. I have found out all about that. Ever +since the dear dark came I have been amusing myself with them, getting +every now and then just into the edge of the wind, and letting one have +a sniff of me."</p> + +<p>"Oh, horrible!" cried Photogen. "I hope you will not insist on doing so +any more. What was the consequence?"</p> + +<p>"Always, the very instant, he turned with flashing eyes, and bounded +toward me—only he could not see me, you must remember. But my eyes +being so much better than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> his, I could see him perfectly well, and +would run away round him until I scented him, and then I knew he could +not find me anyhow. If the wind were to turn, and run the other way now, +there might be a whole army of them down upon us, leaving no room to +keep out of their way. You had better come."</p> + +<p>She took him by the hand. He yielded and rose, and she led him away. But +his steps were feeble, and as the night went on, he seemed more and more +ready to sink.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear! I am so tired! and so frightened!" he would say.</p> + +<p>"Lean on me," Nycteris would return, putting her arm round him, or +patting his cheek. "Take a few steps more. Every step away from the +castle is clear gain. Lean harder on me. I am quite strong and well +now."</p> + +<p>So they went on. The piercing night-eyes of Nycteris descried not a few +pairs of green ones gleaming like holes in the darkness, and many a +round she made to keep far out of their way; but she never said to +Photogen she saw them. Carefully she kept him off the uneven places, and +on the softest and smoothest of the grass, talking to him gently all the +way as they went—of the lovely flowers and the stars—how comfortable +the flowers looked, down in their green beds, and how happy the stars, +up in their blue beds!</p> + +<p>When the morning began to come he began to grow better, but was +dreadfully tired with walking instead of sleeping, especially after +being so long ill. Nycteris too, what with supporting him, what with +growing fear of the light which was beginning to ooze out of the east, +was very tired. At length, both equally exhausted, neither was able to +help the other. As if by consent they stopped. Embracing each the other, +they stood in the midst of the wide grassy land, neither of them able to +move a step, each supported only by the leaning weakness of the other, +each ready to fall if the other should move. But while the one grew +weaker still, the other had begun to grow stronger. When the tide of the +night began to ebb, the tide of the day began to flow; and now the sun +was rushing to the horizon, borne upon its foaming billows. And even as +he came, Photogen revived. At last the sun shot up into the air, like a +bird from the hand of the Father of Lights. Nycteris gave a cry of pain, +and hid her face in her hands.</p> + +<p>"Oh me!" she sighed; "I am <i>so</i> frightened! The terrible light stings +so!"</p> + +<p>But the same instant, through her blindness, she heard Photogen give a +low exultant laugh, and the next felt herself caught up: she who all +night long had tended and protected him like a child, was now in his +arms, borne along like a baby, with her head lying on his shoulder. But +she was the greater, for, suffering more, she feared nothing.</p> + +<h3>XIX.—THE WERE-WOLF.</h3> + +<p>At the very moment when Photogen caught up Nycteris, the telescope of +Watho was angrily sweeping the table-land. She swung it from her in +rage, and running to her room, shut herself up. There she anointed +herself from top to toe with a certain ointment; shook down her long red +hair, and tied it round her waist; then began to dance, whirling round +and round, faster and faster, growing angrier and angrier, until she was +foaming at the mouth with fury. When Falca went looking for her, she +could not find her anywhere.</p> + +<p>As the sun rose, the wind slowly changed and went round, until it blew +straight from the north. Photogen and Nycteris were drawing near the +edge of the forest, Photogen still carrying Nycteris, when she moved a +little on his shoulder uneasily, and murmured in his ear,</p> + +<p>"I smell a wild beast—that way, the way the wind is coming."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 335px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="335" height="400" alt=""IT TUMBLED HEELS OVER HEAD WITH A GREAT THUD."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"IT TUMBLED HEELS OVER HEAD WITH A GREAT THUD."</span> +</div> + +<p>Photogen turned, looked back toward the castle, and saw a dark speck on +the plain. As he looked, it grew larger: it was coming across the grass +with the speed of the wind. It came nearer and nearer. It looked long +and low, but that might be because it was running at a great stretch. He +set Nycteris down under a tree, in the black shadow of its hole, strung +his bow, and picked out his heaviest, longest, sharpest arrow. Just as +he set the notch on the string, he saw that the creature was a +tremendous wolf, rushing straight at him. He loosened his knife in its +sheath, drew another arrow half way from the quiver, lest the first +should fail, and took his aim—at a good distance, to leave time for a +second chance. He shot. The arrow rose, flew straight, descended, struck +the beast, and started again into the air, doubled like a letter V. +Quickly Photogen snatched the other, shot, cast his bow from him, and +drew his knife. But the arrow was in the brute's chest, up to the +feather; it tumbled heels over head, with a great thud of its back on +the earth, gave a groan, made a struggle or two, and lay stretched out +motionless.</p> + +<p>"I've killed it, Nycteris," cried Photogen. "It is a great red wolf."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you!" answered Nycteris, feebly, from behind the tree. "I was +sure you would. I was not a bit afraid."</p> + +<p>Photogen went up to the wolf. It <i>was</i> a monster! But he was vexed that +his first arrow had behaved so badly, and was the less willing to lose +the one that had done him such good service: with a long and a strong +pull he drew it from the brute's chest. Could he believe his eyes? There +lay—no wolf, but Watho, with her hair tied round her waist! The foolish +witch had made herself invulnerable, as she supposed, but had forgotten +that, to torment Photogen therewith, she had handled one of his arrows. +He ran back to Nycteris and told her.</p> + +<p>She shuddered and wept, but would not look.</p> + +<h3>XX.—ALL IS WELL.</h3> + +<p>There was now no occasion to fly a step farther. Neither of them feared +any one but Watho. They left her there, and went back. A great cloud +came over the sun, and rain began to fall heavily, and Nycteris was much +refreshed, grew able to see a little, and with Photogen's help walked +gently over the cool wet grass.</p> + +<p>They had not gone far before they met Fargu and the other huntsmen. +Photogen told them he had killed a great red wolf, and it was Madam +Watho. The huntsmen looked grave, but gladness shone through.</p> + +<p>"Then," said Fargu, "I will go and bury my mistress."</p> + +<p>But when they reached the place, they found she was already buried—in +the maws of sundry birds and beasts which had made their breakfast off +her.</p> + +<p>Then Fargu, overtaking them, would, very wisely, have Photogen go to the +king, and tell him the whole story. But Photogen, yet wiser than Fargu, +would not set out until he had married Nycteris; "for then," he said, +"the king himself can't part us; and if ever two people couldn't do the +one without the other, those two are Nycteris and I. She has got to +teach me to be a brave man in the dark, and I have got to look after her +until she can bear the heat of the sun, and he helps her to see, instead +of blinding her."</p> + +<p>They were married that very day. And the next day they went together to +the king, and told him the whole story. But whom should they find at the +court but the father and mother of Photogen, both in high favor with the +king and queen. Aurora nearly died for joy, and told them all how Watho +had lied, and made her believe her child was dead.</p> + +<p>No one knew anything of the father or mother of Nycteris; but when +Aurora saw in the lovely girl her own azure eyes shining through night +and its clouds, it made her think strange things, and wonder how even +the wicked themselves may be a link to join together the good.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> Through +Watho, the mothers, who had never seen each other, had changed eyes in +their children.</p> + +<p>The king gave them the castle and lands of Watho, and there they lived +and taught each other for many years that were not long. But hardly one +of them had passed before Nycteris had come to love the day best, +because it was the clothing and crown of Photogen; and Photogen had come +to love the night best, because it was the mother and home of Nycteris. +Were they not both ripening, however, to bear the power of a brighter +sun still, when the one should follow the other into a yet larger room?</p> + +<h4><span class="smcap">the end</span>.</h4> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><b>Carrier-Pigeons.</b>—The speed of carrier-pigeons appears to depend +as much on the clearness of their sight as on the strength of their +wings. In an experiment recently made with some Berlin pigeons, on a +clear day, a distance of over three hundred miles, from Cologne to +Berlin, was accomplished in five hours and a half, or at the rate of +nearly sixty miles an hour; while the most expeditious of a group let +loose the next day—a day not of the same kind—took twelve hours to +reach Berlin. Hence it would appear that in the latter case a good deal +of the pigeons' time was taken up in exploring the country for +landmarks. It is not by instinct, but by sight, that the carrier-pigeon +guides its course.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PUTNAMS_NARROW_ESCAPE" id="PUTNAMS_NARROW_ESCAPE"></a>PUTNAM'S NARROW ESCAPE.</h2> + +<h3>BY BENSON J. LOSSING.</h3> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 297px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="297" height="400" alt=""RUSHING DOWN THE HILL LIKE A MADMAN."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"RUSHING DOWN THE HILL LIKE A MADMAN."</span> +</div> + +<p>Many years ago I was riding in a light carriage between Greenwich and +Stamford, in Connecticut. After descending from high ground by a road +cut through a steep declivity, I observed some rude stone steps upon the +abrupt slope, which were half concealed by shrubs and brambles. An old +man was standing at a door-yard gate near by, and I inquired of him the +meaning of those steps.</p> + +<p>"Before the Revolutionary war," he said, "the people from this way, when +going to the church on the hill yonder, had to go nearly a mile around. +To give those who were on foot a nearer cut, those steps were placed +there. They are the rocks," he continued, "that people believed 'Old +Put' went down when he escaped from the British dragoons at Horseneck. +He didn't go down the steps at all, but went zigzag from the top to the +bottom of the hill, very near them. I stood just here listening to the +firing above, when I saw the general rushing down the hill like a +madman, as he seemed, for you see it is very steep. As he flew past me +on his powerful bay horse, all bespattered with mud, I heard him cursing +the British, who had pursued him to the brow of the precipice, but dared +not follow him further."</p> + +<p>My informant was General Ebenezer Mead.</p> + +<p>The whole story may be briefly told. Putnam and a few foot-soldiers were +attacked near the church by some British dragoons on a warm morning in +March, 1779. So much greater was the number of the assailants than the +Americans, that the latter fled for safety to the swamps near by. Their +leader, who was mounted, turned his face toward Stamford. Finding +himself in danger of being caught, he wheeled suddenly, his horse at +full speed, and descended the declivity as described. The dragoons dared +not follow him in his perilous ride, but sent pistol-balls after him. +Putnam escaped unharmed to Stamford, where he quickly gathered the +militia, and rallied some of his scattered followers. Then he pursued +the invaders in turn as they retreated toward New York, and making +nearly forty of them prisoners, he recovered much of the plunder which +they were carrying away with them. Those famous steps, associated with +one of the perilous feats of a bold American soldier, may be seen at +this day, not far to the right of the highway, as you go from Greenwich +to Stamford.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;"><a name="HARE_AND_HOUNDS" id="HARE_AND_HOUNDS"></a> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="363" height="500" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h2>HARE AND HOUNDS.</h2> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 115px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="115" height="150" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>have never taken part in "Hare and Hounds," but I feel as if I had, +because in the first place, I have read <i>Tom Brown</i>, and in the second +place, I have a brother who is devoted to athletics, and who has just +returned from a "run" with his club. It is just like a real hunt, only +all the animals are human beings; two boys are hares, and carry bags +full of scraps of paper, which they scatter as they go; any number of +boys are the hounds, and follow this paper scent; two boys are the +whippers-in, who call the "pack" together with great tin horns; one boy +is master of the hunt, and does nothing in particular, though he is +supposed to arrange everything.</p> + +<p>My brother got up at an unearthly hour on the morning of his hunt, in +order to meet his fellow-dogs and their prey at the Grand Central Depôt +at nine o'clock. I am sure that he was over an hour before time, though +he will not own to more than a quarter of it; I know that he had a jolly +time, anyway. But I will give his report in his own words.</p> + +<p>"Such fun! We ran twelve miles—<i>twelve miles</i>! Just think of it! Why, +we got way up round Spuyten Duyvel—from High Bridge, you know; but +first, you know, we all met at the depôt; then when we got to High +Bridge we went to the hotel and changed our things. We started from +there. We only intended to run twelve miles, but the hares took us +twenty; they meant to take us up to Yonkers, they said. Never mind; they +got the worst of it—they had to run the fastest, you know. Didn't we +tear through the country!—up hill and down dale, over stone walls and +brambles and down swamps; one fellow got up to his knees in water. We +lost the scent once, near a railroad track, and it took us about five +minutes to find it.</p> + +<p>"The hares had colored papers, pink, blue, white, and yellow, and they +looked quite pretty scattered all over the ground.</p> + +<p>"The people about the country seemed to take a great deal of interest in +us; one or two told us which way the hares had gone; a policeman too, +near High Bridge, told us. They seemed to understand all about it. I +thought they'd think we were crazy—a whole lot of fellows in white caps +tearing through the country in that way.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that reminds me: two little boys asked one of our fellows what we +were going after. 'Two men.' 'What have they done?' 'Stolen our +watches;' and they stood staring after us with their eyes and mouths as +wide open as—as—oh, anything.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I must tell you: one time just as we were going along the road we +heard a tremendous noise on the other side of the fence; we thought it +was one of the whippers-in blowing the horn—it sounded exactly like +it—and we turned round, and there we saw a little donkey coming +hee-hawing over the hill after us—a pretty little gray donkey; then one +of the whippers-in blew the horn, and the donkey was just +delighted—tickled to death; he hee-hawed and capered about, and ran +alongside of the fence, wanted to join us—had a fellow-feeling, I +suppose. Just then a little girl came running out of a house, calling +him; she was afraid we were going to hurt him, or something, I suppose; +and when we looked back again he was standing still, just as quiet as +could be, and the little girl had her arms around his neck. It made me +think of Titania, in Shakspeare, you know.</p> + +<p>"We did have a run, I can tell you. One of our fellows got hungry, and +stopped at a farm-house, and got some bread and goose. I wish I'd +thought of it too. Some of the country we went through was beautiful—up +by the Hudson. We could see the river winding along, and catch glimpses +of the Palisades—perfectly beautiful. We couldn't have had a better +day, just cold enough, and not too cold.</p> + +<p>"We were <i>awfully</i> tired, though, and <i>hungry</i>—you'd better believe it! +Why, it was two o'clock when we got back to the hotel, and we had +started at <i>ten</i>, you know—four hours. Didn't we go for that dinner +just as soon as we'd changed our things!—they'd kept it waiting for us +since twelve. Didn't we eat! Turkey, cranberry sauce, potatoes, cider, +coffee, pumpkin pie, and I don't know what besides. We were almost too +hungry to enjoy it at first, but we <i>did</i> eat. I had two plates of +turkey and four cups of coffee; the coffee was pretty weak, but we made +up for it by taking enough. I think we must have scared those hotel +people. The man and his wife and daughter waited on us, and we did carry +on so—firing things at each other, you know; and then after dinner we +went up in the parlor and played and sung college songs, 'Upidee' and +'Cocachalunk,' and all those things. Such a row as we made!</p> + +<p>"But coming home in the Elevated was the worst. How those fellows did +carry on! Just imagine—about twenty of us—my gracious! what a noise we +did make! We kept the car in a roar. One fellow would go 'Ee-oh,' and +then another fellow would go 'Oh-ah,' and then they'd all go together. +One of the fellows put his head out of the window, and another fellow +immediately dragged him in and began patting his hair down as if it was +a wig, you know. We made puns on each other's names, and whistled and +sang, and oh! carried on like sixty. One man with a black beard laughed +at us ready to kill himself, and a brakeman on the back platform was +grinning from ear to ear.</p> + +<p>"Well, we did have a day of it, I can tell you—but won't we all be as +stiff as bricks to-morrow!"</p> + +<p>I will only add that I do wish I had been one of those boys; but—I am +glad that I wasn't that hotel-keeper.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_SCHOOL-CHILDRENS_WELCOME" id="THE_SCHOOL-CHILDRENS_WELCOME"></a>THE SCHOOL-CHILDREN'S WELCOME.</h2> + +<p>Saturday, December 20, was a splendid holiday for the school-children of +Philadelphia. All through the week they had been reading of the +receptions given to General Grant in honor of his return from his +journey around the world, and now they were to take part in a welcome of +their own.</p> + +<p>There was, in the first place, a grand street procession of boys, to the +number of nearly four thousand—quite an army, in fact—who marched in +four great divisions, each headed by a band. The boys were well drilled, +and stepped gayly to the music, with soldier-like bearing and precision. +As the General rode between their lines he was greeted with enthusiastic +cheers. No doubt he was as much gratified by this boyish welcome as by +the grand military display that attended his entry into the city.</p> + +<p>After reviewing the lads, General Grant was escorted to the Academy of +Music, where almost as many school-girls as there were boys in the +procession were assembled to give him a reception of a gentler kind. It +must have been a pretty sight—more than three thousand lassies, all in +their teens, and all in their best attire. As soon as he appeared, two +thousand sweet voices joined in the grand melody of "Hail to the Chief!" +which was sung with enthusiasm and fine effect. The General acknowledged +the courtesy in a short address. Several other speeches were made, +interspersed with patriotic songs.</p> + +<p>Of all the festivities of the week, the one General Grant will probably +remember with most pleasure will be the reception given him by the boys +and girls of the public schools.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="OLD_PROBABILITIES" id="OLD_PROBABILITIES"></a>"OLD PROBABILITIES."</h2> + +<p>The next time the Professor came, it was in a dense fog. The morning was +so damp and disagreeable that we hardly expected to see him. He did not +disappoint us, but seemed to have come almost before the sun was fairly +up, it was so dark.</p> + +<p>"What makes a fog?" asked Gus.</p> + +<p>"I meant to have talked about something else, Gus," answered the +Professor; "but you have chosen a subject for me. It is a very good one, +too, and quite suitable to the occasion. Fogs are nothing more nor less +than clouds. They usually float aloft, a mile or more, high, but +sometimes drift down to the ground and lie all around us. They are so +light that they rise and fall from very slight causes, when there is no +wind. A brisk breeze soon drives them off."</p> + +<p>"But what are clouds made of?" inquires May, who has become such a +favorite with the Professor that she never hesitates to stop him when +she wants anything explained.</p> + +<p>"Clouds, May, are made up of small particles of water or vapor slightly +chilled. When vapor or steam is hot, it can not be seen, but is +invisible like the air. You have noticed the steam from a tea-kettle. +Near the spout it is hidden, but a little farther off, where it has got +cooled by mixing with the air, it begins to look gray, like a cloud. If +the kettle be allowed to boil a long while, so that a large quantity of +steam is formed, it will collect on the walls and window-panes, where, +becoming thoroughly chilled, it turns again to water, the same as it was +when first poured into the kettle. So it is with the clouds +out-of-doors; when the sun comes out bright and hot, it dries them up, +as we say; that is, it heats them so much that they become invisible. +Cool air mingling with them brings them into sight again; and, if cool +enough, it condenses."</p> + +<p>"Oh dear!"</p> + +<p>The Professor laughs. "There can be no doubt about it, May, science is +full of big words. We will say that the cool wind makes the clouds heavy +by squeezing them together, and sends them down in drops of rain. This +is called condensing."</p> + +<p>May rewards the Professor for his simple explanation with such a bright +glance that he proceeds with an illustration.</p> + +<p>"You have made soap-bubbles, and seen how they will float around in the +air, and sometimes be wafted clear up above the trees, until they get +broken, when they come down drops of water. The particles of vapor that +form clouds are little bubbles, or hollow spheres filled with air. When +a cold wind crushes them, they become solid, unite with one another, and +fall as rain-drops. Cold water is much heavier than air; but water made +hot by fire or by the sun, and turned into vapor, is lighter. In time of +a fog the vapor is just warm enough to have the same weight as the air, +so that it neither rises nor falls, but remains quietly near the +ground."</p> + +<p>"Professor," remarked Joe, "did you not say that when the sun came out +bright and hot, it dried up the fog? and is not the fog the very thing +that keeps the sun from coming out?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear; but fogs usually gather at night, and when the sun rises +in the morning, he goes to work at once to heat them up and make them +disappear. But when he finds them very thick, and is hindered by cold +air, he may be a good part of the day in working his way through, or he +may even have to go down before he is able to show himself. Generally, +however, he gets help from the wind, and then the fog goes off in a +hurry."</p> + +<p>"Is there no way," asked Gus, "of knowing when the wind will spring up, +and give us some clear cold weather? Ted Wynant's cousin has an +ice-boat, and we are all waiting for a ride on the river."</p> + +<p>"There is Old Probabilities," said Jack; "but he can only tell a day or +two ahead, and seems rather uncertain at that, and afraid to express a +decided opinion. It is a little this or a little that, a little cloudy +or a little cooler, and the wind is to blow a little in nearly every +direction. Most people laugh when they talk about him, as if he was not +of much account, or had grown stupid in his old age. If he would only +foretell a hurricane or a deluge, and bring it around, why, then we +would know what he is good for."</p> + +<p>"Such a test would be rather costly," said the Professor, smiling. "It +is better to give the old gentleman a little time to establish his +reliableness; for in truth he is yet very young—a mere child of eight +or ten years. And considering that he undertakes to forewarn our whole +country as to the coming weather, so that everybody will have time to +get ready for it, we must admit that he is doing all that his age +warrants."</p> + +<p>"Where does he live?" asked Gus.</p> + +<p>"We have been talking somewhat absurdly," replied the Professor. +"Instead of a single person, there is what is called the United States +Signal Service, which has been in operation eight or ten years, and +comprises some two hundred or more men, scattered all over the country, +from Maine to California, and from the Gulf of Mexico away out to the +Northwestern lakes. The men at these various stations watch the weather +very closely, and at a particular time every day send word regarding it +by telegraph to the main office at Washington, where the different +reports are carefully studied, and an opinion formed as to what the +weather is likely to be in different sections of the country during the +next twenty-four hours or more, and the result is then published in the +daily newspapers and at the numerous post-offices throughout the land. +The matter is yet somewhat uncertain, and occasionally mistakes are +made."</p> + +<p>"But will they ever get so that they can tell exactly every time?"</p> + +<p>"We hope so. The warnings given are usually right, and are becoming more +and more reliable every year. In 1872 it was estimated that about +seventy-seven out of a hundred of them were found to be correct; more +recently they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> have been declared accurate about ninety times in a +hundred. So, you see, good progress is being made; and the Signal +Service system is becoming very useful to the nation, for property and +life can often be saved from destruction when the approach of a severe +storm is known.</p> + +<p>"The New York <i>Herald</i> has encouraged the study of the weather for many +years, and its managers now send word to England by the Atlantic cable +when a storm is to be expected there. They have lately sent notice of so +many ugly ones, which have promptly arrived, that our English cousins +are complaining of the unfair treatment of the <i>Herald</i>."</p> + +<p>"Are they really so absurd?" asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the Professor; "they facetiously intimate that when +Providence controlled the weather they fared well enough; but that since +the <i>Herald</i> has undertaken to run that department they have been doomed +to storms, fogs, and rain. To give an instance of the faith, Jack, that +the English people put in our Signal Service, there is a story told of +an English lady who last autumn desired to give a lawn party. The season +was an unusually rainy one, and such entertainments had, in consequence, +been given up. The lady, however, sent her invitations, and calmly +announced that the day she had selected would be clear. When asked how +she had dared to take such a risk, she replied, 'There was no risk +whatever; I had telegraphed to the man in New York.'"</p> + +<p>The children all laughed, and it was some time before the Professor +could quiet them sufficiently to add the few words that concluded his +little lecture.</p> + +<p>"The most violent storms have been found generally to whirl in circles, +and are called cyclones. In some parts of the world they are very +disastrous. One occurred in India in 1864 that destroyed 45,000 lives in +a single day. Ten years earlier, when the English and French were at war +with Russia, a storm was observed to begin in France and to be moving +eastward. Timely warning was sent to the allied fleet in the Black Sea. +The storm came with such terrific violence that, had it not been +expected, it would probably have destroyed one of the most splendid +navies that ever rode the waters, and perhaps have changed the issue of +the war."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="TROUBLE_IN_THE_PLAY-ROOM" id="TROUBLE_IN_THE_PLAY-ROOM"></a>TROUBLE IN THE PLAY-ROOM.</h2> + +<p>"I don't care—I'm just as mad as I can be. To keep me in just for a +little rain! I won't be good—I won't play with my dolls. I'm going to +whip every one of them, and put them to bed this very minute."</p> + +<p>Such a little termagant as Bessie Hatch looked at that moment, with her +black eyes flashing, her hands clinched, and her cheeks like two flaming +poppies! Half irritated, half amused, Annie, the Irish nurse, regarded +her for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Indade, but it's a swate timper you have, Bessie Hatch; and I hope for +your own sake it'll be minded afore you grow up. It's not I will be +lettin' you out, when your ma lift particular orders you wasn't to go if +it rained. Just hear how the storm's batin' agin the windows. Your +cousin won't expect you at all. Oh, bate your dolls as much as you +like!" as Bessie made an angry rush toward them; "it won't hurt their +feelin's much, I guess. There's Baby cryin'!" she added, suddenly, and +hastened toward the room at the end of the hall.</p> + +<p>Bessie meantime had snatched her largest doll from the chair where she +was reposing, and belabored her soundly with a piece of whalebone that +lay near at hand. Then, after shaking her heartily, she tossed her on to +the bed, where she lay with her black eyes shut, as if overcome by her +feelings. She was a very handsome wax doll, with chestnut hair done up +like a lady's in puffs and curls. She had a somewhat haughty expression, +carried her head a little to one side, and was dressed in the "latest +style." Grace, a porcelain-headed doll, dressed simply in a blue muslin +and a white apron, received her punishment next, and was deposited by +Miss Augusta's side.</p> + +<p>But Winnie, dear Winnie, Bessie's favorite doll, could she have the +heart to punish <i>her</i> this way?—Winnie, with her golden-brown curls and +beautiful hazel eyes, and her dear little face rounded and moulded like +a child's. How lovely was her smiling mouth! With what confiding +affection she seemed to look up at Bessie, as the latter took her up in +a hesitating way! But the recollection of her lost pleasure came back to +her, and with it the spite and anger that had animated her a moment +before. Winnie received her whipping like the rest; but instead of +tossing her on the bed, Bessie set her back in her little chair, turning +her face to the window that she might not see it.</p> + +<p>Somehow her anger seemed to have spent itself with that last whipping, +and a feeling of shame was creeping into her little heart. She had +intended to go through her baby-house, chastising all its inmates, but +instead she took a picture-book, and lay down on the lounge by the +window.</p> + +<p>How quiet everything seemed! Annie had carried Baby down stairs to feed +him. She heard no sound but the murmur of the sewing-machine in the next +room, where Jane Kennedy, the seamstress, was working. She felt drowsy +and sleepy. Slowly her head sank down among the cushions of the lounge, +and the drooping eyelids closed.</p> + +<p>A rustling sound near her made her open them with a start, and in a +minute more she was sitting bolt-upright, staring with all her eyes. For +there stood a little figure no taller than Winnie, dressed in a white +fleecy robe trailing on the ground. Her soft black hair reached to her +feet, and over it she wore a wreath that sparkled like dew-drops in the +sun.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 341px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="341" height="369" alt=""A FROWN WAS ON THE FAIRY'S BROW."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"A FROWN WAS ON THE FAIRY'S BROW."</span> +</div> + +<p>Some fear mingled with Bessie's admiration as she gazed upon her. For a +frown was on the fairy's brow, and the dark eyes she fixed upon the +child were full of displeasure.</p> + +<p>Tap, tap, tap, came the sound of little feet approaching. Bessie looked +round, then shrank back, terror-stricken. Well she might, for her dolls +Augusta and Grace had somehow found the use of their limbs, and were +rapidly nearing the lounge. But they paused not far from the fairy, and +reached out their little hands to her with a supplicating gesture.</p> + +<p>"Kind fairy! good fairy!" they said, in shrill piping voices, "avenge +the wrong done to us. That child, who calls herself our mother, has +beaten us cruelly, just because she had nothing else to vent her spite +upon; we had done no harm in any way. Punish her, good fairy; make her +sorry for having treated us so."</p> + +<p>"I will give her into your hands," said the fairy, gravely. "See that +you punish her as she deserves."</p> + +<p>Bessie, who lay trembling and burning with mingled fear and shame, now +rallied her courage, and raised her head again. She could not help +laughing at the idea of her own dolls punishing her.</p> + +<p>"You foolish little fairy!" she said, laughing; "I could manage them +both with one hand; and if—"</p> + +<p>She stopped aghast, for the fairy raised her wand, and it flashed like a +dazzling sunbeam full in the child's eyes. She covered them with her +hands, glancing up just in time to see the fairy float away on her +silver wings.</p> + +<p>But how came she, Bessie, on the floor, and why did it seem like a great +meadow stretching around her? The lounge had become a mountain, and the +ceiling of the room looked nearly as broad as the sky.</p> + +<p>It was the same room, the same familiar objects, only how monstrous +everything had grown! Was that immense building in the corner her +baby-house?</p> + +<p>Bessie's little head swam; her heart beat tumultuously. A light mocking +laugh near her made her glance quickly round.</p> + +<p>Who was this tall figure in a trailing gray silk, looking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> down at her +with severe triumph in her black eyes? That chestnut hair, that +beautiful red and white complexion—could this be Augusta, her own doll?</p> + +<p>With a scream of terror, Bessie was darting away, but waxen fingers +seized her tender little arm, closing tightly upon it. Oh, how they +hurt! She struggled and kicked, but could not get away.</p> + +<p>"Let me go!" she cried out; "I'll pay you off well, Miss Augusta, if you +don't. Remember, you're my doll—"</p> + +<p>"Pay me off!" cried Augusta, with another shrill laugh. "You poor silly +midget! don't you know how the fairy's wand has changed you? Why, you +don't reach to my knee. No; I am going to pay <i>you</i> off, and handsomely +too. Grace, bring that piece of whalebone directly."</p> + +<p>"If you dare!" cried Bessie; but Grace clattered up toward her, her +stolid countenance fairly beaming. Bessie tried to dodge behind Augusta, +but she held her tightly by both arms.</p> + +<p>"Lay it well over her shoulders, Grace; make 'em tingle!" she cried; and +thick and fast fell the blows, while poor Bessie writhed and protested +and threatened in vain. When Grace's arm was tired, Augusta took her +turn. After beating Bessie to her heart's content, she seized the child +by her shoulders, and shook her till her head fairly turned round.</p> + +<p>"There!" she said, tossing her on to the doll's bed in the corner; "lie +there, miss, till Winnie comes. Poor thing! she's gone away to cry +somewhere, but as soon as she comes back she shall have <i>her</i> chance. +Come, Grace, we will go for a walk."</p> + +<p>She walked haughtily away, followed by the admiring Grace. Poor Bessie +lay sobbing and crying. Her shoulders and back were smarting, her little +arms black and blue from the pressure of Augusta's fingers.</p> + +<p>"I'll run away and hide somewhere," she said at last.</p> + +<p>Creeping off the bed very cautiously, she was stealing away, when +something seized her again. She gave a cry of despair, and looking up, +saw Winnie's sweet face.</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" she asked. "Are you a new doll?" holding her gently but +firmly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Winnie!" said Bessie, and hid her face in shame. Augusta came +mincing up with a triumphant air, and related the action of the fairy.</p> + +<p>"Now it's your turn," she said, handing the whalebone to Winnie. But she +tossed it indignantly aside.</p> + +<p>"Strike her! Never! No; I would rather remember her kindness to me. +Don't cry, little mother," she added, stooping to kiss her. "If the +fairy comes again, I will ask her to change you back."</p> + +<p>"No, no!" cried Augusta and Grace, in a terrible fright, but Bessie did +not hear. She was sobbing with her face in Winnie's neck.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Winnie! Winnie! how can you be so kind? I would rather you gave me +a beating."</p> + +<p>But Winnie wiped her eyes, and smiled so brightly on her that Bessie's +heart began to revive a little. Ere long they were playing together, and +it would have been rare sport for any child to see Winnie wheeling +Bessie in a tiny tin cart no bigger than a match-box. Then they had a +grand game of hide-and-seek in the stocking basket Annie had left on the +floor. Grace soon joined them, while Augusta, quite gracious by this +time, sat eying them complacently from her arm-chair.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>"Bessie! Bessie! your mamma's come in, and wants to see you."</p> + +<p>Bessie started up, rubbing her eyes. She looked in a dazed sort of way +at Annie, then at the corner where she kept her dolls. There they sat, +all three in a row as usual.</p> + +<p>"Who put them there—my dolls? Did they really whip me?" she asked, +confusedly. Then she blushed, and hung her little head.</p> + +<p>"Who put thim there? Why, I reckon they got tired of lying on the bed, +and walked over to their chairs," said Annie, with a mischievous gleam +in her eye.</p> + +<p>"<i>You</i> put them there," said Bessie; but she wished she could feel quite +sure. Catching up her darling Winnie, she walked off to her mother's +room.</p> + +<p>All the rest of that day Bessie treated Augusta and Grace with the +utmost respect; and when she had undressed them and put them to bed, she +lingered as if anxious to say something. At last she stooped down and +whispered: "I don't believe it's true; but I'll never whip you or get +into such a passion again. I didn't know how ugly it was till I saw you +behave so yourselves. And please, if it is true, don't ask the fairy to +make me little again, for I mean to be good now."</p> + +<p>As for Winnie, darling Winnie, she lay all night in Bessie's arms, her +head hugged close to her breast. And the piece of whalebone stood +bolt-upright in Bessie's match-box, where she had stuck it that it might +always remind her of the lesson of that day.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="700" height="459" alt="THE CHILDREN'S WELCOME TO GENERAL GRANT.—Drawn by A. B. Frost.—[See page 94.]" title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE CHILDREN'S WELCOME TO GENERAL GRANT.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by A. B.<br />Frost.—[See page</span> 94.]</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HOW_AUNT_PAM_BECAME_A_SMUGGLER" id="HOW_AUNT_PAM_BECAME_A_SMUGGLER"></a>HOW AUNT PAM BECAME A SMUGGLER.</h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. FRANK McCARTHY.</h3> + +<p>My name is Tom Barnes, and I live on the other side of the river, just +far enough from New York to go there once in a while with pa to a show. +That's all the city's good for, anyway. We can't get up shows here very +well; but when it comes to other fun, we can beat you city folks all +hollow. You see, you haven't got the things to work with that we +have—the woods and water and things. But I'll tell you about Aunt +Pam—her name is Pamela, I think, but we call her Pam for short. She +wasn't ever married, though I guess she's old enough. Somebody once said +Aunt Pam was an old maid; but that can't be, for old maids are always +cranky, and get out of bed backward every morning. Now Aunt Pam was +never cranky in her life; and I know she gets out of bed like everybody +else, for I've slept with her many a time. And nobody in their senses +would call Aunt Pam old, and you'd better believe she's jolly. The house +ain't anything without Aunt Pam.</p> + +<p>My sisters are all girls, you see, and so taken up with worsted-work, +and practicing, and one thing and the other, that I don't know what I'd +do without Aunt Pam. I tell her everything; but I couldn't about the +smugglers' cave, because the fellows wrote it all down in black and +white, and we took a solemn promise to keep it a secret. We all live +close to the water; and having everything handy, we made up our minds +we'd make a smugglers' cave. We got to work lively; and while some of +the fellows were digging out the bank, others chopped down small trees +and bushes, and made a covered archway to crawl under, so that the +opening of the cave couldn't be seen. We pulled the young twigs and +vines down over the chopped ones, rolled logs inside for seats, and +things began to look quite ship-shape.</p> + +<p>It was no easy job, I can tell you. We worked like beavers to get the +cave the way we wanted it; but when it was done, it was what you may +call hunky-dory. Bill Drake's father had a flat-bottomed boat that we +got into and rowed along shore. We rigged up a sail; but there was +something the matter with it, and it kept flopping about, and wasn't +much good, but anyhow it looked nice. We never went far from shore. We +weren't afraid, but we didn't care to. Smugglers always kept along +shore.</p> + +<p>We all had blue shirts, and pulled our caps down over our eyes to look +fierce. And Bill Drake kept an old pipe of his father's in his mouth; it +hadn't any tobacco in it, but it was a real pipe, so we made Bill +captain. The thing was to get lots of traps into the cave to look like +smuggled goods. We fished up old bathing pieces and bits of broken +bottles, and Bill brought down a red petticoat; but the best of all was +Aunt Pam's shawl.</p> + +<p>Now I'd scorn to do a mean or sneaking thing, especially to Aunt Pam, +but she didn't seem to care a button for that shawl. I didn't think it +was worth twopence. She used to wear it in all sorts of weather, and it +looked to me as if it was patched up out of bits that she hadn't any +other use for. I'm sure she'd worn it since she was a baby. I could +remember seeing that shawl around as long as I could remember anything, +and it was just the thing for our cave. It was kind of like a Turk's +best turban as to color; and when it was fixed over Bill Bates's bathing +suit, and one corner hung down over the rock, it made the cave look +bully. I went into Aunt Pam's room one morning, and found it thrown over +the foot of the bedstead, like an old blanket, and I carried it off to +the cave.</p> + +<p>When I came home from school, I saw Aunt Pam out walking with a worsted +thing that one of my sisters made for her, and I thought it was enough +sight handsomer in the way of a shawl. I went on down to the cave, and +when I got home again there was a regular hullabulloo in the house.</p> + +<p>The girls were ransacking the closets, Aunt Pam was flying around like a +hen with its head cut off, and everybody was turning everything inside +out. "Maybe Tom's seen it," said mamma. "Tom, have you seen your aunt +Pam's shawl?"</p> + +<p>"That old thing she used to wear around?" I said.</p> + +<p>"Old thing!" they all shrieked together. "Why, it's a camel's-hair +shawl; it's worth five hundred dollars."</p> + +<p>"Oh no!" I said. "I beg your pardon; there wasn't the hair of a camel, +or even a cat, in the shawl that I mean; it was just sewed together on +the wrong side like a bed-quilt."</p> + +<p>"That was it, you ridiculous boy," said my sisters. "Have you seen it?"</p> + +<p>"Seen it!" said I; "I've only seen it every day since I was born, and +yet I remember it well." I went whistling away, and they began to rush +around again for that shawl.</p> + +<p>I felt pale under my whistle. Five hundred dollars! who'd 'a thought it? +Down in the smugglers' cave! Goodness gracious! No wonder it looked just +the thing. No wonder we all cottoned to that shawl from the start.</p> + +<p>"I always told you something would happen to it," said mamma to Aunt +Pam. "You flung it around like an old rag."</p> + +<p>"That was the comfort of it," said Aunt Pam. "It couldn't be hurt. It +could be worn in all weathers—to a wedding or a funeral, to church or +to a clam-bake. It was always in the fashion, and everybody knew what it +was worth."</p> + +<p>"Except me," I said, under my breath.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my beautiful shawl!" said Aunt Pam, beginning all at once to feel +the full shock of her loss. The tears rolled out of her dear old eyes, +and my sisters began to snivel, as they always did.</p> + +<p>Mamma said it must be looked into, and for a moment I was scared. I +thought of the smugglers' cave.</p> + +<p>"What must be looked into?" I said.</p> + +<p>"Why, the loss of the shawl," said mamma. "It must have been stolen out +of the house."</p> + +<p>Our up-stairs girl was passing through the room when ma said that, and +she turned red and pale.</p> + +<p>"Did you notice Maggie?" mamma said, when the door was shut.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mamma!" we all cried out, for we thought the world of Maggie. I +couldn't help wondering how it was she was so red and flustered, while I +was as cool as a cucumber. Aunt Pam declared she wouldn't have Maggie's +feelings hurt for the world; and I said she was innocent, in a deep low +solemn voice, but nobody paid any attention to me. Then I stopped to +think before I went on. How could I betray my comrades and the +whereabouts of the cave? I remembered the last piece I spoke in school, +and how I hollered out the words,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">"O for a tongue to curse the slave</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Whose treason, like a deadly blight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Comes o'er the councils of the brave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And blasts them in their hour of might!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Could I be that traitor? No indeed—not much! Yet here was a dreadful +row in the house, and the only way to mend matters was to get that shawl +again as soon as possible. I resolved to get it that very night, and +when I listened to an advertisement that Aunt Pam had written out for +the paper, I saw my way clear. She said no questions would be asked if +the article was promptly returned. That settled it. I went up to my +room, and wrote out the following in a disguised hand:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">"Secrit and konfidenshal—the shawl's all right."</span> +</p> + +<p>I waited till after supper, slipped it under Aunt Pam's door, and going +out the back way I took a cross-cut down to the shore. Now pa won't let +us go out at night to play, and I think that's a mistake, because we +can't get used to the dark if we don't. The whole world looked queer +somehow to me by starlight. The moon hadn't come up yet, and at first I +could hardly see my hand before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> my face. I never saw such ugly shadows, +and once I had to stop and get breath before I could make up my mind to +pass a clump of old mulberry bushes. Once in a while I heard a crackle +behind me like a footstep, but I didn't look back. I knew my only chance +was to plod ahead, no matter how my heart thumped or my knees shook. I +thought of everything I could to bolster me up—of dear old Aunt Pam and +poor little Maggie. But the sound of the waves on the beach was awful! +They roared like so many wild beasts. It was as black as ink on the +water, and the twinkle of the light-house seemed a hundred miles away. +It was so lonely and wild that my heart was in my throat. And suppose, +thinks I, when I get in the cave, the waves come up and devour me? +Suppose somebody has crawled in there to sleep, some tramp or something, +and he should catch me by the leg? Or the bank should tumble in on top +of me? All my spunk was gone, and I turned to run, when, bunk! I came +into something behind me.</p> + +<p>"Ow!" I screamed, and "Oh!" exclaimed somebody, and wasn't I glad to +find it was dear old Aunt Pam. She scared me, though, for she was as +white as any sheet, and grabbing me in her arms, she began to cry over +me.</p> + +<p>"Tell me all, Tom," she said. "I got your note, and I followed you. You +bad, wicked, dear little wretch, tell me everything. If the shawl's got +lost, never mind, Tom; I don't care; only tell me, and come back home."</p> + +<p>Poor, dear Aunt Pam! she told me afterward she thought I had done +something to the shawl, and ran away in my fright. We were both pretty +well broke up, and I couldn't help crying a little bit myself. But of +course I couldn't go home now without the shawl. I began to feel as +brave as a lion now Aunt Pam was there. The thing was to get her out of +the way while I went into the cave. It looked awful down there in the +hollow, and the wind was getting up, the water swashed around, and I +couldn't help thinking there might be a tramp in there. All at once a +bright thought struck me. Aunt Pam wasn't afraid of tramps; she wasn't +afraid of anything. And, after all, it was her shawl. If it was worth +having, it was worth going after. But how about betraying the boys? +Another bright thought struck me. I'd make Aunt Pam one of us. She could +say the words over after me, and she could crawl in and get the shawl, +while I kept guard outside: and if anybody says Aunt Pam is old after +that, they must be crazy. She said all the words solemnly, one after +another; then she crawled in, and dragged out every blessed thing she +could lay her hands on. I put 'em all back the next morning, and the +best of it all was that Aunt Pam never gave us away. She just told the +folks she found the shawl herself, and she did, you know—didn't she?</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>MATHEMATICAL PUZZLES.</h2> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<p>Two boys kept neighboring apple stands, and each had thirty apples to +sell every day. One sold his at the rate of two for five cents, and +received seventy-five cents, and the other at three for five cents, and +received fifty cents, the total being one dollar and twenty-five cents. +It happened one day that one of the boys was sick, and the other engaged +to sell the whole stock of sixty apples at the same rate. "Two for five, +and three for five, that's five for ten," said he, and five for ten he +sold them. But to his astonishment, when he got through he had but one +dollar and twenty cents instead of one dollar and twenty-five cents. Now +how did he lose five cents?</p> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<p>"How old are your children?" asked a lady who was visiting a friend, the +mother of three beautiful daughters. "My oldest daughter is just double +the age of my youngest daughter," replied the mother, "and the age of my +other child is that of her youngest sister and one-third more. Their +three combined ages make exactly the sum of my age, and I shall be +sixty-six one year from to-day." What was the age of each of the three +daughters?</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_OLDEST_ROSE-BUSH_IN_THE_WORLD" id="THE_OLDEST_ROSE-BUSH_IN_THE_WORLD"></a>THE OLDEST ROSE-BUSH IN THE WORLD.</h2> + +<p>They say it is the oldest, and who knows that it is not? I will tell you +the story as it was told to me, and you shall see what you think of it.</p> + +<p>There is a funny old town in Germany called Hildesheim, a little out of +the way of travellers, but full of curious and interesting things, and +over its fine cathedral walls climbs a rose-bush so large and strong +that it may well be a thousand years old, as they say it is.</p> + +<p>"A thousand years ago," said the sacristan, "the country all about here +was a forest."</p> + +<p>If you have studied history, you will see the story may be true so far, +for you know Charlemagne became Emperor of Germany in A.D. 800, and that +Germany was little better than a wilderness then.</p> + +<p>"One day," continued the sacristan, "Louis the Gentle, the son of +Charlemagne, went hunting with all his retinue in this forest. They had +with them a box of relics."</p> + +<p>Relics, you must know, were pieces of the dress of martyrs and saints, +or something that martyrs and saints had touched in their lifetime, or +perhaps even the bones of martyrs and saints.</p> + +<p>"When they encamped for dinner, the gentle Louis wished to put this box +of relics away very carefully, and looking about, he saw a beautiful +blooming rose-bush, which must have been quite large even then, as he +concealed the box in its branches.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps they hurried away in pursuit of game after dinner, or perhaps +they ate too much, and, as often happens in such a case, they forgot to +be as religious as they were before dinner. However it was, at all +events they rode away without the relics, and never missed them till the +next day.</p> + +<p>"Then Louis was full of shame, and declared they must ride back again, +and never give up searching till they found the box.</p> + +<p>"So they rode for many a weary hour, searching the by-ways of the +forest—for there were few roads—till at last they all suddenly +stopped, full of awe and wonder.</p> + +<p>"It was a beautiful June day, and the birds were singing, and the +flowers were blooming; but, lo! just before them they saw a glade in the +forest where the fresh white snow lay like a soft thick carpet over +everything.</p> + +<p>"And yet it did not cover everything either. For in the centre of the +glade grew a lovely rose-bush, with hundreds of bright blossoms upon it, +and this was the bush in which the box had been hidden. Louis hastened +forward, and grasped the box; but, lo! here was another miracle: it had +grown into the wood of the rose-bush so firmly that it could not be +taken away.</p> + +<p>"Then Louis fell on his knees, and said he would receive this as a sign, +and he vowed to build a cathedral on the spot.</p> + +<p>"They called the snow 'holy snow,' because it had hidden the ugly +remnants of their feast with its purity, but had left the rose-bush +free, and they named the cathedral and the town which sprang up about it +Hildesheim, which in old, old German meant 'holy snow.'"</p> + +<p>It is certainly an enormous rose-bush, and its roots grow wide under the +cathedral. Over them, in the crypt, is an altar said to be of pure +silver, and it looks as if it might be. On the altar are heaped great +bunches of artificial roses, which they persuade the ignorant peasants +are actual blossoms of the rose-bush itself, even when it is leafless +and bare in the winter.</p> + +<p>I can not say that all the sacristan's story is true, but I know that +the rose-bush of Hildesheim is the largest one I ever saw, and that the +town is a very old place. Indeed, a few years ago, some wonderful gold +and silver vessels were dug up there, which must have been used by an +almost forgotten race. If any of you live near Washington, you can see +copies of them in the Smithsonian Institution.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CROCHET_PURSE" id="CROCHET_PURSE"></a>CROCHET PURSE.</h2> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 165px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="165" height="300" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>This pretty purse will make a nice gift for some of our young people. It +is worked with red saddler's silk in open-work double crochet, and +consists of an oblong bag pointed toward the bottom, and furnished with +small slits at the top on both sides. The purse is closed with two metal +bars, finished with knobs, and joined with a chain and ring. An ordinary +steel slide may be substituted. A metal acorn finishes the bottom. Make +a foundation of 96 st. (stitch), close these in a ring with 1 sl. (slip +stitch), and crochet the 1st round.—4 ch. (chain stitch), the first 3 +of which count as first dc. (double crochet), then always alternately 1 +dc. on the second following st., 1 ch.; finally, 1 sl. on the third of +the first 3 ch. in this round. 2d round.—1 sl. on the next st., 4 ch., +the first 3 of which count as first dc., then always alternately 1 dc. +on the next ch. in the preceding round, 1 ch.; finally, 1 sl. on the +third of the first 3 ch. in this round. Next work 24 rounds like the +preceding round, but in the last 10 rounds narrow at intervals, and +instead of 1 dc. pass over 2 dc., so that in the last round only 8 dc. +are worked. Run the working thread through the st. of the last round, +draw it tight, and set on the acorn. Then finish the purse in two parts, +working on the upper side of the foundation st. 3 rounds in the +preceding design, going back and forth, and in the last round fasten in +the bars as follows: * 7 ch., pass over 2 dc., lay on the bar from the +wrong side, carry the ch. across the bar to the wrong side, 1 sc. on the +next ch., 7 ch., carry these over the bar to the front, pass over 2 dc., +1 sc. on the next ch., and repeat from *.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ONT_DAYKUMBOA" id="ONT_DAYKUMBOA"></a>"ONT DAYKUMBOA."</h2> + +<p>In the parlor of a dear old-fashioned country house two elderly ladies +are seated, one knitting, the other reading the report of yesterday's +sermons, giving bits aloud now and then; on the carpet a little boy +about three years of age is sprawling, apparently trying to swim on dry +land.</p> + +<p>The lady knitting is Miss Helena Oakstead, the lady reading is Miss +Judith Oakstead, and the small boy is Master Ralph Oakstead, the eldest +son of the youngest brother. If you go to the other side of the hall you +will find the eldest brother (Master Ralph's uncle) in his study, +writing an essay full of great big words. He is Professor Oakstead.</p> + +<p>Master Ralph is spending the day with his relatives, and has gotten on +with them very well so far, as his sister Daisy, two years his senior, +whom he rules right royally, has acted as court interpreter; but she has +just departed for a drive with a neighboring friend, and the aunts are +left in sole charge of his Highness.</p> + +<p>He is very gracious at first, looks over a picture-book with Miss +Helena, and makes eager but unintelligible remarks respecting the +"bow-wows" and "moos," to which Miss Helena answers, "Um, dear," as +being the safest thing to say. But now he is silent, and has been so for +at least ten minutes.</p> + +<p>"How good Ralph is!" half whispers Miss Helena.</p> + +<p>His Highness pricks up his ears.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear little fellow; and he has no one to play with, either."</p> + +<p>His Highness sits up—he speaks.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="319" alt=""ONT DAYKUMBOA."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"ONT DAYKUMBOA."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Ont daykumboa."</p> + +<p>"What is it, dear?" says Miss Judith.</p> + +<p>"Ont daykumboa," repeats Master Ralph.</p> + +<p>"What does the child mean?" asks Miss Helena.</p> + +<p>"I don't know. What do you want, Ralphie?"</p> + +<p>Ralph, with a look of mingled contempt and pity at his stupid relatives, +says, slowly but emphatically, "Ont daykumboa."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he is hungry. I'll go and get him a piece of cake," says Miss +Helena.</p> + +<p>The cake is brought, and promptly accepted; but it is evidently not the +thing for which his soul longs, for after devouring half the slice he +plaintively murmurs, "Ont daykumboa."</p> + +<p>"Well, isn't that daykumboa?" says Miss Judith.</p> + +<p>Ralph gives her a scornful look as sole answer, and finishes his cake in +awful silence. As the last crumb disappears he sighs, "Ont daykumboa."</p> + +<p>"What on earth and under the sun does the child want!" is the combined +exclamation of the aunts.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps Elijah can help us."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, he knows everything pretty nearly; but he may not like being +disturbed now—he's writing, you know."</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps Victoria might be able to tell; she used to take care of +children."</p> + +<p>So Victoria is summoned from the kitchen. She is a tall majestic +negress, who looks as if she had just stepped out of history. Her speech +does not quite come up to her stately mien.</p> + +<p>"Why, what's de matter wi' de chile?" she queries.</p> + +<p>All of Ralph's reply is lost except "daykumboa."</p> + +<p>"Well, come 'long wi' Victoria—she git you kumboa. What, ain't gwine to +come? Oh laws! dat ain't bein' good bo'."</p> + +<p>For Master Ralph has seated himself flatly on a footstool, and with his +back against the wall, refuses in the dumbest of dumb-show to be +entrapped into "gwine" anywhere.</p> + +<p>Miss Helena suggests that they bring to him whatever they find that is +at all likely to be "daykumboa."</p> + +<p>So at the feet of his Royal Highness is laid such a queer collection of +articles as never before appeared in that trim sitting-room: a <i>Child's +History of England</i>, a bottle of mucilage, a pair of scissors, a coal +shovel, a comb and brush, a bunch of flowers, a photograph album, a +bottle of ink, and goodness knows what besides. Miss Helena ransacks her +brains and her bureau, Miss Judith brings every portable in the room, +and Victoria literally squanders the contents of her larder, but all to +no purpose, and what is worse, his Highness, becoming alarmed at such +unusual behavior, begins to moan "Ont daykumboa" in a way that draws +tears to the eyes of his aunts.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Judith," exclaims Miss Helena, "the case is getting desperate. We +<i>must</i> send for Elijah, no matter if he does get angry.—Victoria, just +go to the study, and tell the Professor that he <i>must</i> come here for a +few minutes. Do you hear—<i>must</i>!"</p> + +<p>Victoria, looking as scared as only a solemn-natured darky <i>can</i> look, +departs, and returns speedily with the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Is anything the matter with Alcibiades?" he asks. Alcibiades, be it +known, is what the Professor always calls Ralph—"for short," he says.</p> + +<p>"He is in a most peculiar condition, Elijah—persists in calling for +<i>daykumboa</i>, and we can not understand what he means."</p> + +<p>"What is it that you want, my boy?" inquires the Professor, bending his +dignified back and knees, so as to bring his gray head on a level with +Ralph's "curly pow."</p> + +<p>Ralph turns to him with an expression of relief, as much as to say, +"Well, here's a reasonable being at last," and explains, "Ont +daykumboa."</p> + +<p>"And what is daykumboa?" says the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Daykumboa," repeats Ralph, with a lingering hope that perhaps he is +going to get some satisfaction; but this creature is just as dull as the +rest, and his Highness, with great want of dignity, begins to whimper.</p> + +<p>"The child seems to be in pain," says the Professor, standing up, and +regarding his nephew with concern. "Perhaps he has hurt himself."</p> + +<p>"I never thought of that," cries Miss Judith.—"Have you hurt yourself, +Ralphie?"</p> + +<p>"Ont daykumboa," is the only response.</p> + +<p>"Looks like he gwine to hab a fit. I gib de chile a good warm bath, if +I's you," suggests Victoria.</p> + +<p>Miss Helena eagerly catches at the straw.</p> + +<p>"That's a good idea, Victoria. Just fill the little foot-tub with hot +water, and bring it right in here."</p> + +<p>Victoria hurries off to get the bath, and the Professor, seized with a +new idea for the explanation of the mystery, goes to his study to search +his dictionary for "daykumboa" in some dead or living language.</p> + +<p>The foot-tub is brought, and the aunts proceed to undress his Highness, +whereat he waxes wroth. They persist; there is a frightful howl, a +struggle, and the tub of hot water is very vigorously overturned among +the photographs, scissors, and eatables that strew the floor. The +Professor, in alarm, comes tearing in, a book in each hand. At that +moment a patter as of small feet is heard in the hall, and a little +figure with flying golden locks darts into the room.</p> + +<p>Ralph rushes into her arms in a kind of ecstasy, crying, "Oh, daykumboa! +daykumboa!"</p> + +<p>"What is it that Ralph is saying, Daisy?" eagerly asks Miss Helena, in +the lull that follows. "He has been wanting daykumboa all the +afternoon."</p> + +<p>"He says, 'Daisy come back,'" answers the little girl. "That's what you +wanted—wasn't it, Ralphie?"</p> + +<p>"Es, me ont daykumboa," assents his Highness.</p> + +<p>The Professor regards his niece with humble admiration not unmixed with +awe, and retires to his study to lay his dictionaries by. Victoria rolls +her eyes ceilingward, and says, "Well, I declar'!" then falls to work +picking up the ruins of their various offerings, and the two ladies turn +to help her after a little silent astonishment.</p> + +<p>Ten minutes after, his Highness is seen in the garden pouring sand down +his sister's neck, and sternly ordering her to "fit 'till," when she +objects, in a tone that makes his aunts wonder if this <i>can</i> be the same +boy who spent the greater part of two hours in wailing, "Ont daykumboa."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="LITTLE_BIRDIE" id="LITTLE_BIRDIE"></a> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="700" height="908" alt="Music: Little Birdie." title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_SCARECROW_NO_SCARECROW" id="A_SCARECROW_NO_SCARECROW"></a>A SCARECROW NO SCARECROW.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">An umbrella for a scarecrow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Was in a corn field placed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And with loud caws the sly old crows</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Around it gravely paced;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">When suddenly a shower fell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And under it they went,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">And staid until the rain had ceased,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">As in a little tent.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Then said they, as they all trooped out,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"<i>That</i> man's a jolly feller;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Not only plants the corn for us,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But lends us his umbreller!"</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><b>The Paradise of Insects.</b>—None but those who have travelled on the Upper +Amazons can have any idea of the number and voracity of the insect +torments which work their wicked will on the bodies of the unfortunates +exposed to their attacks. The "sancudos," or small sand-flies, form by +far the most important section. In the villages, round which the forest +is cleared away for some distance, the sancudos are generally pretty +quiet during the day, except where darkness prevails: there they are +ever busy, and are a perfect plague. The triumphant note of a sancudo +which has made his way under your curtains is more annoying than even +his bite; and should you have been careless in getting into bed, and +been accompanied by two or three of these blood-suckers, we will defy +you to sleep until you have exterminated them.</p> + +<p>In the forest and on the river the sancudos are always busy. Men +sometimes get into the vessel's tops, and there cover themselves with +sacks, notwithstanding the heat, rather than remain below exposed to +their attacks. Fortunately they can not stand a current of air, and so +when under way the vessel is comparatively free from them, but when at +anchor these pests are something awful. To get rid of them is next to +impossible. Creosote will keep them off, but the remedy is as bad as the +disease. Whitewash will drive them away, but when dry its power ceases; +and the only thing to do is either to cover all exposed parts of the +body with black pigment <i>à la mode Indienne</i>, or else to "grin and bear +it."</p> + +<p>Scarcely less troublesome than the sancudos are the mosquitoes, although +they have the negative merit of biting only by day. They are minute +creatures, not much larger than a pin's head; they prefer the backs of +the hands to any other spot for their attacks. But, unlike the sancudo, +which, when undisturbed, gorges himself until unable to fly, and becomes +an easy prey to your avenging finger, the mosquito never seems to take +too much to prevent his easy escape on the slightest appearance of +danger, being evidently just as wide-awake when full as when empty.</p> + +<p>Everywhere in long grass lurks the "moquim," a little red insect so +small as to be almost imperceptible, but which fastens on the legs, +causing the most intolerable itching.</p> + +<p>There is a fly which burrows in the skin and deposits an egg, both in +human beings and animals. This produces a maggot, similar in shape to +that of the common blow-fly, but much larger, probably analogous to the +Guinea-worm.</p> + +<p>Then there are "chigos," which burrow mostly in the soles of the feet. +You feel an intense itching, and on examination find a little thing like +a pea just under the epidermis; this is the bag containing the young +chigos, which must be carefully picked out with the point of a knife, +and the cavity left filled with tobacco ash.</p> + +<p>Huge spiders abound, whose very appearance inspires a wholesome dread of +a nearer acquaintance, but which are harmless enough if let alone. In +fact, on board the steamers, almost every cabin is tenanted by one large +spider, whose presence is tolerated on account of his being a deadly foe +to cockroaches, which abominable creatures swarm on board. Sometimes he +is not visible for a fortnight or more at a time; but he leaves tokens +of "having been there," in the shape of the empty husks of cockroaches, +from which he has carefully abstracted the interior. These spiders have +the power of springing upon their prey from a distance, and some of them +are so large and powerful as to kill and devour small birds.</p> + +<p>In passing through the narrow forest paths it is necessary to be on the +look-out for the wood-ticks, which are very difficult to get rid of if +once firmly attached; also for the huge black ants, an inch and a half +in length, with stings like a hornet's; and the saüba ant, without +sting, but armed with nippers like a pair of surgical bone-forceps, +which are running about everywhere. One may sometimes chance upon a +column of the dreaded "fire-ants," marching in regular military order; +and if he does, the only thing is to bolt at once, for neither man nor +beast may withstand the fire-ant and live. 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Y.</p> + +<p>To the intelligent boy or girl the book will be a perfect bonanza. +* * * Every statement it contains may be accepted as accurately +true. * * * This book shows once more that truth is stranger than +fiction.—<i>Philadelphia North American.</i></p> + +<p>It can scarcely be opened anywhere without conveying interest and +instruction.—<i>S. S. Times</i>, Phila.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>FRAGRANT</h2> + +<h2>SOZODONT</h2> + +<p>Is a composition of the purest and choicest ingredients of the vegetable +kingdom. It cleanses, beautifies, and preserves the <b>TEETH</b>, hardens and +invigorates the gums, and cools and refreshes the mouth. Every +ingredient of this <b>Balsamic</b> dentifrice has a beneficial effect on the +<b>Teeth and Gums</b>. <b>Impure Breath</b>, caused by neglected teeth, catarrh, +tobacco, or spirits, is not only neutralized, but rendered fragrant, by +the daily use of <b>SOZODONT</b>. It is as harmless as water, and has been +indorsed by the most scientific men of the day. Sold by druggists.</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> + +<p>" +<span style="margin-left: 25em;"><i>A book beyond the pale of criticism.</i>"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 30em;"><span class="smcap">N. Y. Daily Graphic</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h2>THE</h2> + +<h2>Boy Travellers in the Far East.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>ADVENTURES OF</h3> + +<h3>TWO YOUTHS IN A JOURNEY</h3> + +<h3>TO</h3> + +<h3>JAPAN AND CHINA.</h3> + +<h4>Illustrated, 8vo, Cloth, $3.00.</h4> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A more attractive book for boys and girls can scarcely be imagined.—<i>N. Y. Times.</i></p> + +<p>The best thing for a boy who cannot go to China and Japan is to get this +book and read it.—<i>Philadelphia Ledger.</i></p> + +<p>Juvenile literature seems to have come to a climax in this book. In +literary quality and in material form it is a decided improvement on +anything of the kind ever before produced in America.—<i>N. Y. Journal of +Commerce.</i></p> + +<p>One of the richest and most entertaining books for young people, both in +text, illustrations, and binding, which has ever come to our +table.—<i>Providence Press.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>"<i>A nice Gift for Children.</i>"</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;"><span class="smcap">Pittsburgh Telegraph</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h2>THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS.</h2> + +<h3>A FAIRY STORY.</h3> + +<h4>Illustrated., 16mo, Cloth, 75 cents.</h4> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>Written in a simple but charming manner, and illustrated by beautiful +pictures, so that a youngster just past the first reading-hook would +appreciate every word.—<i>Christian Intelligencer</i>, N. Y.</p> + +<p>The illustrations are worthy of special commendation. Any so airy, +pretty, and full of grace, have rarely appeared in any American book for +children.—<i>Hartford Courant.</i></p> + +<p>The language in which it is told is so pure and agreeable, that parents +and good bachelor uncles will find it a pleasure to read it aloud to the +little ones.—<i>Boston Courier.</i></p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="WIGGLES" id="WIGGLES"></a> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="500" height="310" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h2>WIGGLES.</h2> + +<p>Of these two Wiggles, the first is what our artist makes of the outline +given in No. 4 of <i>Harper's Young People</i>, and the second is a new +Wiggle, in which we hope our young readers will take as much interest as +they have in those already published.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="600" height="164" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX." title="" /> +</div> + +<p>During this new year we anticipate much pleasant intercourse with our +young friends. We thank them heartily for the favors already received, +which from their genuine childishness we know have come direct from +their own little hearts and hands. Our paper is received by children who +live in all parts of this country, in England, Germany, France, South +America, Cuba, and Mexico; and we would like to offer them a few +suggestions which, if faithfully carried out, will add interest to our +Post-office Box, and give much valuable information.</p> + +<p>In the first place, many of you have household pets—birds, squirrels, +fishes, turtles, and other little live creatures. We are sure of this, +because already some of you have asked us questions regarding the care +of them. Now, if you watch your pets carefully, you will learn many +pretty facts of natural history; and it would do you good, and please +us, if you would write us about their habits, what food they like best, +and how they behave. If your communications are brief enough, we shall +gladly print them.</p> + +<p>Then as spring comes on—and it will come very soon to some of you in +the South—watch for the first spring flowers, the sweet trailing +arbutus, the pretty violets and wind-flowers, the crocuses, and other +early spring blossoms, and tell us when you find them, and in what +pretty corner they were nestled in the woods, among bushes by the old +stone wall, or in the open sunny field. Let us see what little girl or +boy will find the first willow "pussies." And you will all be interested +to learn how much earlier the spring blossoms come to you who live South +and West than to you in Maine and Canada.</p> + +<p>Then there will be the coming of the birds to watch for—the robins and +bluebirds; some of you will see them all winter, and the dear little +snow-birds, which sing and hop about so merrily on cold, biting mornings +when your own little fingers are half frozen as you scamper to school +over the snow crust. Watch all these beautiful things of nature, dear +children, and write us whatever you find out from your own personal +observation.</p> + +<p>In that way our Post-office Box will become a delightful and instructive +natural history exchange between the little folks of all sections of the +country. Perhaps, also, the children in England and other lands beyond +the sea will now and then favor us with bits of information about their +own birds and flowers. You must excuse us for writing so much, leaving +not room enough to print half of your own pretty communications.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"Earl" writes from Chicago: "I live on the West Side, and the ponds are +frozen strong enough for skating. I have been skating twice at Jefferson +Park." That does not look much like hunting for willow "pussies," does +it? And perhaps you are laughing, because we remind you of spring now +just when you are beginning to plan for skating parties. But willows +grow all around the ponds where you skate, and you will never see the +bare twigs without wondering how soon you can write and tell us the +downy "pussies" have appeared.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am six years old, and I live in Hastings, Nebraska. I like +<i>Harper's Young People</i> very much. I have a duck, a chicken, a pig, +and a little rat dog whose name is Jip. I would like to know how to +teach him to catch rats. He by accident caught one the other day, +fastened in the pig-pen fence, and killed it before it got loose.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Arthur S. N.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Quincy, Illinois</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My papa takes your paper for little folks, and I like it first +rate. The stories in it are very good. It is hard for me to say +which I like best. I wish you could see my pet chicken.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mary E. M.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie J. M.</span>—In gardens and hot-houses, where they are not liable to +accident, toads have been known to attain the age of thirty-five and +even forty years. The wonderful stories sometimes told of living toads +being found imbedded in solid rock, where they must have been imprisoned +for ages, or in the heart of ancient trees, are not well authenticated, +and such cases have never come under the observation of scientific men.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">New York City</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am very much obliged to you for telling me how to feed and house +my land turtle. I have also three water turtles, one bull-frog, two +large toads, and twenty small toads. Please tell me how to feed +them. I keep them in a large yard, and I never feed them, so I +often wonder how they live. Your paper is getting better every +week, and the story about "Photogen and Nycteris" is about the best +you have published.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Lyman C.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Your toads have found plenty of insects for food in the yard where you +keep them. They might be taught to eat sugar, but they prefer a diet of +worms, ants, and small bugs. They will probably crawl under a stone or +into some hole, and lie numb all winter. Bull-frogs also eat worms and +insects, and very large ones are said to eat even small animals, such as +mice and moles. Water turtles eat the stems of water-weeds and small +mollusks, but they can live a long time without food. They might eat +bits of bread. You can try and see. Both they and your bull-frog would +be grateful if you gave them a tank of water to swim in.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Welcome letters are acknowledged from Mamie T., Orange, New Jersey; +Althea B., Macon City, Missouri; F. Coggswell, Hudson, Wisconsin; H. W. +Singer, Cincinnati, Ohio; Ernest B. C., Shelbyville, Tennessee; Willie +E. H., Hartford, Connecticut; and Dorsey Coate, Wabash, Indiana.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="700" height="533" alt="HOW TO MAKE A CHEAP SLED. Procure a long, narrow boy, lay him on his back, and fasten ropes to his +legs, and your sled is ready for use." title="" /> +<span class="caption">HOW TO MAKE A CHEAP SLED.<br /><br />Procure a long, narrow boy, lay him on his back, and fasten ropes to his legs, and your sled is ready for use.</span> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 6, 1880 *** + +***** This file should be named 28300-h.htm or 28300-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/3/0/28300/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 10, 2009 [EBook #28300] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 6, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S + +YOUNG PEOPLE + +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + + * * * * * + +VOL. I.--NO. 10. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 6, 1880. Copyright, 1879, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: A FAMILY IN DANGER.] + +SQUIRRELS AND WILD-CATS. + + +The most graceful of all the little inhabitants of the forest is the +squirrel. It is to be found in nearly every country, and is always the +same merry, frisky little creature. The general name for the great +squirrel family is _Sciurus_, a compound of two pretty Greek words +signifying shadow and tail, the beautiful bushy tail being a universal +family characteristic. Of the many varieties found in our Northern woods +the most common of all is the little chipmunk, a beautiful creature of +brownish-gray, with stripes of black and yellow on its back, and a snowy +white throat. It is the only burrower of the family. Choosing some +sheltered place under a stone wall or a clump of bushes, it digs a hole +which often descends perpendicularly for a yard or more before branching +off into the winding galleries and snug little apartments, some of which +serve as store-houses where nuts, corn, and seeds of different kinds are +hoarded away for its winter supplies. The little corner of the burrow +used as a nest is carefully and warmly lined with dry leaves and grass, +and here the tiny squirrel slumbers during the cold winter months. +Chipmunks are very plentiful in the country, and may be seen any sunny +day scampering along the stone walls, or up and down the trunks of nut +trees, their little cheeks, if it is in the autumn, puffed out round +with nuts, which they are carrying to their winter store-house. + +The larger varieties of squirrels, which make their nest in trees, are +the red squirrel, often found in pine woods, as it is very fond of the +cones of pine and fir trees; the gray squirrel, a magnificent fellow, +with such a voracious appetite that it is said one squirrel alone will +strip a whole nut tree; and the black squirrel, a handsome, glossy +creature, which is so hated by its gray brothers that both are never +found together in the same nutting grounds. As the gray are the most +numerous, at least in this part of the country, they generally succeed +in driving away the black members of the family, so that they are not +very often seen. + +The little flying-squirrels, the dearest little creatures for pets, are +natives of the Rocky Mountains, but are found in all parts of the United +States. They are very lazy, and sleep nearly all day, coming out at +twilight for a merry frolic, leaping, flying, or scampering at pleasure +among the tree-tops. They generally make their nest in some hollow +trunk, where it is very difficult to find them. + +The nest of a gray or red squirrel is a wonderful piece of architecture. +It is usually built in the crotch of some large branch, near or directly +against the main trunk of the tree. The spherical-shaped exterior is a +mass of interwoven twigs, so carefully placed as to afford ample +protection against rain or snow; leaves and grasses are stuffed inside, +while the little bed where the squirrel nestles and takes its nap is of +the softest and driest moss. In this pretty snuggery five or six little +squirrels are born early in the warm weather. The mother is very +watchful and very affectionate. If any wicked boys disturb her, or a +natural enemy, some beast or bird of prey, comes near, she takes her +little ones in her mouth, like a cat with its kittens, and hastily +carries them to a more secure hiding-place. The parent squirrels never +go away from the nest, but play and jump about on the branches near by, +until the little ones are strong enough to accompany them, when the +whole family may be seen springing from tree to tree, or scampering up +and down the tall trunks, waving their beautiful tails, and breaking the +silence of the woods with their merry chattering. They are wonderful +jumpers, and can spring from the highest branches to the ground without +harm. They are not runners, but can jump so nimbly through the grass and +dried leaves that it is impossible to catch them. + +The favorite food of the squirrel is acorns, nuts, and seeds and grain +of all kinds, and it will sometimes nibble leaf-buds and tender shoots +of young trees in the spring. Its teeth are so sharp and strong that it +will gnaw the hardest nutshell. Nothing is prettier than to see this +graceful creature sitting upright, its beautiful tail curled over its +back, gnawing at a nut which it skillfully holds in its fore-paws. As it +is not afraid unless one approaches too near, when it whisks out of +sight in a twinkling, its habits may be easily studied. + +It is a very provident little animal, and lays up large stores of nuts +for its winter food. As those which live in trees have no store-house +like that of the chipmunk, they deposit their hoard in hollow trunks or +under heaps of dried leaves. Nothing is more common than to find little +stores of nuts in a snug corner in hickory woods, carefully packed +together by these cunning creatures. + +Squirrels make pretty pets, and when captured young can be tamed, and +often become very affectionate. A young squirrel may be allowed to run +about the room, and it will often be found curled up fast asleep in +mamma's work-basket, or papa's pocket, or some other funny hiding-place. +As it grows older it becomes more mischievous, and must be kept in a +cage, or books, furniture, and everything in the room will bear the +marks of its sharp little teeth. It belongs to the order _Rodentia_, or +gnawing animals, and if kept in confinement, must be given a plenty of +hard-shelled nuts to use its teeth on. Its cage should also be kept very +clean, for the squirrel is the neatest little beast imaginable, and +spends much time at its toilet. + +It is sad to think that this innocent, playful denizen of the woodlands +should have many and deadly enemies. Even in the forests of inhabited +regions, from which wild beasts have been driven, hawks and owls are +ever on the watch to pounce upon it; and in the wild woods, especially +in cold countries, where the squirrels are most plentiful, there are +many enemies--pine-martens, which climb trees and spring from branch to +branch almost as nimbly as the poor little squirrel they persecute, and +the terrible wild-cat, which seeks its unsuspecting prey by night, or in +the twilight, when the squirrels are gambolling merrily among the leafy +branches before cuddling to sleep in their little nests. With sly +caution the wild-cat creeps noiselessly through the underbrush, and with +one savage spring it destroys the peace of some poor little squirrel +family. + +Wild-cats, although they belong to the same great family as the quiet +little pussy which likes to sleep on the hearth-rug, are considered by +naturalists to be an entirely different species. They are much larger +than the domestic cat, and have a short, stubbed, and very bushy tail. +They are terrible enemies of birds and all the small inhabitants of the +forest, and will often attack animals larger than themselves. They pass +most of the day stretched out upon some large limb of a tree, sleeping, +after the fashion of cats, with one glistening eye always on the watch +for prey. At night they descend, and creep through the underbrush, +searching for food. They are very skillful at fishing, and are often +found near large ponds, where they watch not only for fish, but for all +kinds of water-birds which haunt the surrounding marshes. + +They seldom attack men unless enraged or brought to bay. Woe to the +hunter who fires a careless shot, for the angry beast springs at him +with great fury, and inflicts fearful and sometimes even fatal wounds +with its sharp claws. It has no fear of dogs, and will pounce upon them, +sometimes killing them before the hunter can come to the rescue. +Tschudi, the Swiss naturalist, tells of a wounded wild-cat, which, lying +on its back, fought successfully with three large dogs, holding one fast +in its teeth, while with its claws it dealt powerful blows to the other +two, with singular instinct aiming at their eyes, until the hunter, by a +skillful shot, put an end to the conflict, killing the ferocious beast, +and relieving the poor dogs, which were nearly exhausted. + + + + +[Begun in No. 5 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 2.] + +THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS. + +A Day and Night Maehrchen. + +BY GEORGE MACDONALD. + + +XVIII.--REFUGE.--(_Continued._) + +"You come, then, or I shall shut them," said Nycteris, "and you sha'n't +see them any more till you are good. Come. If you can't see the wild +beasts, I can." + +"You can! and you ask me to come!" cried Photogen. + +"Yes," answered Nycteris. "And more than that, I see them long before +they can see me, so that I am able to take care of you." + +"But how?" persisted Photogen. "You can't shoot with bow and arrow, or +stab with a hunting knife." + +"No, but I can keep out of the way of them all. Why, just when I found +you, I was having a game with two or three of them at once. I see, and +scent them too, long before they are near me--long before they can see +or scent me." + +"You don't see or scent any now, do you?" said Photogen, uneasily, +rising on his elbow. + +"No--none at present. I will look," replied Nycteris, and sprang to her +feet. + +"Oh! oh! do not leave me--not for a moment," cried Photogen, straining +his eyes to keep her face in sight through the darkness. + +"Be quiet, or they will hear you," she returned. "The wind is from the +south, and they can not scent us. I have found out all about that. Ever +since the dear dark came I have been amusing myself with them, getting +every now and then just into the edge of the wind, and letting one have +a sniff of me." + +"Oh, horrible!" cried Photogen. "I hope you will not insist on doing so +any more. What was the consequence?" + +"Always, the very instant, he turned with flashing eyes, and bounded +toward me--only he could not see me, you must remember. But my eyes +being so much better than his, I could see him perfectly well, and +would run away round him until I scented him, and then I knew he could +not find me anyhow. If the wind were to turn, and run the other way now, +there might be a whole army of them down upon us, leaving no room to +keep out of their way. You had better come." + +She took him by the hand. He yielded and rose, and she led him away. But +his steps were feeble, and as the night went on, he seemed more and more +ready to sink. + +"Oh dear! I am so tired! and so frightened!" he would say. + +"Lean on me," Nycteris would return, putting her arm round him, or +patting his cheek. "Take a few steps more. Every step away from the +castle is clear gain. Lean harder on me. I am quite strong and well +now." + +So they went on. The piercing night-eyes of Nycteris descried not a few +pairs of green ones gleaming like holes in the darkness, and many a +round she made to keep far out of their way; but she never said to +Photogen she saw them. Carefully she kept him off the uneven places, and +on the softest and smoothest of the grass, talking to him gently all the +way as they went--of the lovely flowers and the stars--how comfortable +the flowers looked, down in their green beds, and how happy the stars, +up in their blue beds! + +When the morning began to come he began to grow better, but was +dreadfully tired with walking instead of sleeping, especially after +being so long ill. Nycteris too, what with supporting him, what with +growing fear of the light which was beginning to ooze out of the east, +was very tired. At length, both equally exhausted, neither was able to +help the other. As if by consent they stopped. Embracing each the other, +they stood in the midst of the wide grassy land, neither of them able to +move a step, each supported only by the leaning weakness of the other, +each ready to fall if the other should move. But while the one grew +weaker still, the other had begun to grow stronger. When the tide of the +night began to ebb, the tide of the day began to flow; and now the sun +was rushing to the horizon, borne upon its foaming billows. And even as +he came, Photogen revived. At last the sun shot up into the air, like a +bird from the hand of the Father of Lights. Nycteris gave a cry of pain, +and hid her face in her hands. + +"Oh me!" she sighed; "I am _so_ frightened! The terrible light stings +so!" + +But the same instant, through her blindness, she heard Photogen give a +low exultant laugh, and the next felt herself caught up: she who all +night long had tended and protected him like a child, was now in his +arms, borne along like a baby, with her head lying on his shoulder. But +she was the greater, for, suffering more, she feared nothing. + + +XIX.--THE WERE-WOLF. + +At the very moment when Photogen caught up Nycteris, the telescope of +Watho was angrily sweeping the table-land. She swung it from her in +rage, and running to her room, shut herself up. There she anointed +herself from top to toe with a certain ointment; shook down her long red +hair, and tied it round her waist; then began to dance, whirling round +and round, faster and faster, growing angrier and angrier, until she was +foaming at the mouth with fury. When Falca went looking for her, she +could not find her anywhere. + +As the sun rose, the wind slowly changed and went round, until it blew +straight from the north. Photogen and Nycteris were drawing near the +edge of the forest, Photogen still carrying Nycteris, when she moved a +little on his shoulder uneasily, and murmured in his ear, + +"I smell a wild beast--that way, the way the wind is coming." + +[Illustration: "IT TUMBLED HEELS OVER HEAD WITH A GREAT THUD."] + +Photogen turned, looked back toward the castle, and saw a dark speck on +the plain. As he looked, it grew larger: it was coming across the grass +with the speed of the wind. It came nearer and nearer. It looked long +and low, but that might be because it was running at a great stretch. He +set Nycteris down under a tree, in the black shadow of its hole, strung +his bow, and picked out his heaviest, longest, sharpest arrow. Just as +he set the notch on the string, he saw that the creature was a +tremendous wolf, rushing straight at him. He loosened his knife in its +sheath, drew another arrow half way from the quiver, lest the first +should fail, and took his aim--at a good distance, to leave time for a +second chance. He shot. The arrow rose, flew straight, descended, struck +the beast, and started again into the air, doubled like a letter V. +Quickly Photogen snatched the other, shot, cast his bow from him, and +drew his knife. But the arrow was in the brute's chest, up to the +feather; it tumbled heels over head, with a great thud of its back on +the earth, gave a groan, made a struggle or two, and lay stretched out +motionless. + +"I've killed it, Nycteris," cried Photogen. "It is a great red wolf." + +"Oh, thank you!" answered Nycteris, feebly, from behind the tree. "I was +sure you would. I was not a bit afraid." + +Photogen went up to the wolf. It _was_ a monster! But he was vexed that +his first arrow had behaved so badly, and was the less willing to lose +the one that had done him such good service: with a long and a strong +pull he drew it from the brute's chest. Could he believe his eyes? There +lay--no wolf, but Watho, with her hair tied round her waist! The foolish +witch had made herself invulnerable, as she supposed, but had forgotten +that, to torment Photogen therewith, she had handled one of his arrows. +He ran back to Nycteris and told her. + +She shuddered and wept, but would not look. + + +XX.--ALL IS WELL. + +There was now no occasion to fly a step farther. Neither of them feared +any one but Watho. They left her there, and went back. A great cloud +came over the sun, and rain began to fall heavily, and Nycteris was much +refreshed, grew able to see a little, and with Photogen's help walked +gently over the cool wet grass. + +They had not gone far before they met Fargu and the other huntsmen. +Photogen told them he had killed a great red wolf, and it was Madam +Watho. The huntsmen looked grave, but gladness shone through. + +"Then," said Fargu, "I will go and bury my mistress." + +But when they reached the place, they found she was already buried--in +the maws of sundry birds and beasts which had made their breakfast off +her. + +Then Fargu, overtaking them, would, very wisely, have Photogen go to the +king, and tell him the whole story. But Photogen, yet wiser than Fargu, +would not set out until he had married Nycteris; "for then," he said, +"the king himself can't part us; and if ever two people couldn't do the +one without the other, those two are Nycteris and I. She has got to +teach me to be a brave man in the dark, and I have got to look after her +until she can bear the heat of the sun, and he helps her to see, instead +of blinding her." + +They were married that very day. And the next day they went together to +the king, and told him the whole story. But whom should they find at the +court but the father and mother of Photogen, both in high favor with the +king and queen. Aurora nearly died for joy, and told them all how Watho +had lied, and made her believe her child was dead. + +No one knew anything of the father or mother of Nycteris; but when +Aurora saw in the lovely girl her own azure eyes shining through night +and its clouds, it made her think strange things, and wonder how even +the wicked themselves may be a link to join together the good. Through +Watho, the mothers, who had never seen each other, had changed eyes in +their children. + +The king gave them the castle and lands of Watho, and there they lived +and taught each other for many years that were not long. But hardly one +of them had passed before Nycteris had come to love the day best, +because it was the clothing and crown of Photogen; and Photogen had come +to love the night best, because it was the mother and home of Nycteris. +Were they not both ripening, however, to bear the power of a brighter +sun still, when the one should follow the other into a yet larger room? + +THE END. + + * * * * * + + +=Carrier-Pigeons.=--The speed of carrier-pigeons appears to depend +as much on the clearness of their sight as on the strength of their +wings. In an experiment recently made with some Berlin pigeons, on a +clear day, a distance of over three hundred miles, from Cologne to +Berlin, was accomplished in five hours and a half, or at the rate of +nearly sixty miles an hour; while the most expeditious of a group let +loose the next day--a day not of the same kind--took twelve hours to +reach Berlin. Hence it would appear that in the latter case a good deal +of the pigeons' time was taken up in exploring the country for +landmarks. It is not by instinct, but by sight, that the carrier-pigeon +guides its course. + + + + +PUTNAM'S NARROW ESCAPE. + +BY BENSON J. LOSSING. + + +Many years ago I was riding in a light carriage between Greenwich and +Stamford, in Connecticut. After descending from high ground by a road +cut through a steep declivity, I observed some rude stone steps upon the +abrupt slope, which were half concealed by shrubs and brambles. An old +man was standing at a door-yard gate near by, and I inquired of him the +meaning of those steps. + +[Illustration: "RUSHING DOWN THE HILL LIKE A MADMAN."] + +"Before the Revolutionary war," he said, "the people from this way, when +going to the church on the hill yonder, had to go nearly a mile around. +To give those who were on foot a nearer cut, those steps were placed +there. They are the rocks," he continued, "that people believed 'Old +Put' went down when he escaped from the British dragoons at Horseneck. +He didn't go down the steps at all, but went zigzag from the top to the +bottom of the hill, very near them. I stood just here listening to the +firing above, when I saw the general rushing down the hill like a +madman, as he seemed, for you see it is very steep. As he flew past me +on his powerful bay horse, all bespattered with mud, I heard him cursing +the British, who had pursued him to the brow of the precipice, but dared +not follow him further." + +My informant was General Ebenezer Mead. + +The whole story may be briefly told. Putnam and a few foot-soldiers were +attacked near the church by some British dragoons on a warm morning in +March, 1779. So much greater was the number of the assailants than the +Americans, that the latter fled for safety to the swamps near by. Their +leader, who was mounted, turned his face toward Stamford. Finding +himself in danger of being caught, he wheeled suddenly, his horse at +full speed, and descended the declivity as described. The dragoons dared +not follow him in his perilous ride, but sent pistol-balls after him. +Putnam escaped unharmed to Stamford, where he quickly gathered the +militia, and rallied some of his scattered followers. Then he pursued +the invaders in turn as they retreated toward New York, and making +nearly forty of them prisoners, he recovered much of the plunder which +they were carrying away with them. Those famous steps, associated with +one of the perilous feats of a bold American soldier, may be seen at +this day, not far to the right of the highway, as you go from Greenwich +to Stamford. + + + + +[Illustration] + +HARE AND HOUNDS. + + +[Illustration] + +I have never taken part in "Hare and Hounds," but I feel as if I had, +because in the first place, I have read _Tom Brown_, and in the second +place, I have a brother who is devoted to athletics, and who has just +returned from a "run" with his club. It is just like a real hunt, only +all the animals are human beings; two boys are hares, and carry bags +full of scraps of paper, which they scatter as they go; any number of +boys are the hounds, and follow this paper scent; two boys are the +whippers-in, who call the "pack" together with great tin horns; one boy +is master of the hunt, and does nothing in particular, though he is +supposed to arrange everything. + +My brother got up at an unearthly hour on the morning of his hunt, in +order to meet his fellow-dogs and their prey at the Grand Central Depot +at nine o'clock. I am sure that he was over an hour before time, though +he will not own to more than a quarter of it; I know that he had a jolly +time, anyway. But I will give his report in his own words. + +"Such fun! We ran twelve miles--_twelve miles_! Just think of it! Why, +we got way up round Spuyten Duyvel--from High Bridge, you know; but +first, you know, we all met at the depot; then when we got to High +Bridge we went to the hotel and changed our things. We started from +there. We only intended to run twelve miles, but the hares took us +twenty; they meant to take us up to Yonkers, they said. Never mind; they +got the worst of it--they had to run the fastest, you know. Didn't we +tear through the country!--up hill and down dale, over stone walls and +brambles and down swamps; one fellow got up to his knees in water. We +lost the scent once, near a railroad track, and it took us about five +minutes to find it. + +"The hares had colored papers, pink, blue, white, and yellow, and they +looked quite pretty scattered all over the ground. + +"The people about the country seemed to take a great deal of interest in +us; one or two told us which way the hares had gone; a policeman too, +near High Bridge, told us. They seemed to understand all about it. I +thought they'd think we were crazy--a whole lot of fellows in white caps +tearing through the country in that way. + +"Oh, that reminds me: two little boys asked one of our fellows what we +were going after. 'Two men.' 'What have they done?' 'Stolen our +watches;' and they stood staring after us with their eyes and mouths as +wide open as--as--oh, anything. + +"Oh, I must tell you: one time just as we were going along the road we +heard a tremendous noise on the other side of the fence; we thought it +was one of the whippers-in blowing the horn--it sounded exactly like +it--and we turned round, and there we saw a little donkey coming +hee-hawing over the hill after us--a pretty little gray donkey; then one +of the whippers-in blew the horn, and the donkey was just +delighted--tickled to death; he hee-hawed and capered about, and ran +alongside of the fence, wanted to join us--had a fellow-feeling, I +suppose. Just then a little girl came running out of a house, calling +him; she was afraid we were going to hurt him, or something, I suppose; +and when we looked back again he was standing still, just as quiet as +could be, and the little girl had her arms around his neck. It made me +think of Titania, in Shakspeare, you know. + +"We did have a run, I can tell you. One of our fellows got hungry, and +stopped at a farm-house, and got some bread and goose. I wish I'd +thought of it too. Some of the country we went through was beautiful--up +by the Hudson. We could see the river winding along, and catch glimpses +of the Palisades--perfectly beautiful. We couldn't have had a better +day, just cold enough, and not too cold. + +"We were _awfully_ tired, though, and _hungry_--you'd better believe it! +Why, it was two o'clock when we got back to the hotel, and we had +started at _ten_, you know--four hours. Didn't we go for that dinner +just as soon as we'd changed our things!--they'd kept it waiting for us +since twelve. Didn't we eat! Turkey, cranberry sauce, potatoes, cider, +coffee, pumpkin pie, and I don't know what besides. We were almost too +hungry to enjoy it at first, but we _did_ eat. I had two plates of +turkey and four cups of coffee; the coffee was pretty weak, but we made +up for it by taking enough. I think we must have scared those hotel +people. The man and his wife and daughter waited on us, and we did carry +on so--firing things at each other, you know; and then after dinner we +went up in the parlor and played and sung college songs, 'Upidee' and +'Cocachalunk,' and all those things. Such a row as we made! + +"But coming home in the Elevated was the worst. How those fellows did +carry on! Just imagine--about twenty of us--my gracious! what a noise we +did make! We kept the car in a roar. One fellow would go 'Ee-oh,' and +then another fellow would go 'Oh-ah,' and then they'd all go together. +One of the fellows put his head out of the window, and another fellow +immediately dragged him in and began patting his hair down as if it was +a wig, you know. We made puns on each other's names, and whistled and +sang, and oh! carried on like sixty. One man with a black beard laughed +at us ready to kill himself, and a brakeman on the back platform was +grinning from ear to ear. + +"Well, we did have a day of it, I can tell you--but won't we all be as +stiff as bricks to-morrow!" + +I will only add that I do wish I had been one of those boys; but--I am +glad that I wasn't that hotel-keeper. + + + + +THE SCHOOL-CHILDREN'S WELCOME. + + +Saturday, December 20, was a splendid holiday for the school-children of +Philadelphia. All through the week they had been reading of the +receptions given to General Grant in honor of his return from his +journey around the world, and now they were to take part in a welcome of +their own. + +There was, in the first place, a grand street procession of boys, to the +number of nearly four thousand--quite an army, in fact--who marched in +four great divisions, each headed by a band. The boys were well drilled, +and stepped gayly to the music, with soldier-like bearing and precision. +As the General rode between their lines he was greeted with enthusiastic +cheers. No doubt he was as much gratified by this boyish welcome as by +the grand military display that attended his entry into the city. + +After reviewing the lads, General Grant was escorted to the Academy of +Music, where almost as many school-girls as there were boys in the +procession were assembled to give him a reception of a gentler kind. It +must have been a pretty sight--more than three thousand lassies, all in +their teens, and all in their best attire. As soon as he appeared, two +thousand sweet voices joined in the grand melody of "Hail to the Chief!" +which was sung with enthusiasm and fine effect. The General acknowledged +the courtesy in a short address. Several other speeches were made, +interspersed with patriotic songs. + +Of all the festivities of the week, the one General Grant will probably +remember with most pleasure will be the reception given him by the boys +and girls of the public schools. + + + + +"OLD PROBABILITIES." + + +The next time the Professor came, it was in a dense fog. The morning was +so damp and disagreeable that we hardly expected to see him. He did not +disappoint us, but seemed to have come almost before the sun was fairly +up, it was so dark. + +"What makes a fog?" asked Gus. + +"I meant to have talked about something else, Gus," answered the +Professor; "but you have chosen a subject for me. It is a very good one, +too, and quite suitable to the occasion. Fogs are nothing more nor less +than clouds. They usually float aloft, a mile or more, high, but +sometimes drift down to the ground and lie all around us. They are so +light that they rise and fall from very slight causes, when there is no +wind. A brisk breeze soon drives them off." + +"But what are clouds made of?" inquires May, who has become such a +favorite with the Professor that she never hesitates to stop him when +she wants anything explained. + +"Clouds, May, are made up of small particles of water or vapor slightly +chilled. When vapor or steam is hot, it can not be seen, but is +invisible like the air. You have noticed the steam from a tea-kettle. +Near the spout it is hidden, but a little farther off, where it has got +cooled by mixing with the air, it begins to look gray, like a cloud. If +the kettle be allowed to boil a long while, so that a large quantity of +steam is formed, it will collect on the walls and window-panes, where, +becoming thoroughly chilled, it turns again to water, the same as it was +when first poured into the kettle. So it is with the clouds +out-of-doors; when the sun comes out bright and hot, it dries them up, +as we say; that is, it heats them so much that they become invisible. +Cool air mingling with them brings them into sight again; and, if cool +enough, it condenses." + +"Oh dear!" + +The Professor laughs. "There can be no doubt about it, May, science is +full of big words. We will say that the cool wind makes the clouds heavy +by squeezing them together, and sends them down in drops of rain. This +is called condensing." + +May rewards the Professor for his simple explanation with such a bright +glance that he proceeds with an illustration. + +"You have made soap-bubbles, and seen how they will float around in the +air, and sometimes be wafted clear up above the trees, until they get +broken, when they come down drops of water. The particles of vapor that +form clouds are little bubbles, or hollow spheres filled with air. When +a cold wind crushes them, they become solid, unite with one another, and +fall as rain-drops. Cold water is much heavier than air; but water made +hot by fire or by the sun, and turned into vapor, is lighter. In time of +a fog the vapor is just warm enough to have the same weight as the air, +so that it neither rises nor falls, but remains quietly near the +ground." + +"Professor," remarked Joe, "did you not say that when the sun came out +bright and hot, it dried up the fog? and is not the fog the very thing +that keeps the sun from coming out?" + +"Yes, my dear; but fogs usually gather at night, and when the sun rises +in the morning, he goes to work at once to heat them up and make them +disappear. But when he finds them very thick, and is hindered by cold +air, he may be a good part of the day in working his way through, or he +may even have to go down before he is able to show himself. Generally, +however, he gets help from the wind, and then the fog goes off in a +hurry." + +"Is there no way," asked Gus, "of knowing when the wind will spring up, +and give us some clear cold weather? Ted Wynant's cousin has an +ice-boat, and we are all waiting for a ride on the river." + +"There is Old Probabilities," said Jack; "but he can only tell a day or +two ahead, and seems rather uncertain at that, and afraid to express a +decided opinion. It is a little this or a little that, a little cloudy +or a little cooler, and the wind is to blow a little in nearly every +direction. Most people laugh when they talk about him, as if he was not +of much account, or had grown stupid in his old age. If he would only +foretell a hurricane or a deluge, and bring it around, why, then we +would know what he is good for." + +"Such a test would be rather costly," said the Professor, smiling. "It +is better to give the old gentleman a little time to establish his +reliableness; for in truth he is yet very young--a mere child of eight +or ten years. And considering that he undertakes to forewarn our whole +country as to the coming weather, so that everybody will have time to +get ready for it, we must admit that he is doing all that his age +warrants." + +"Where does he live?" asked Gus. + +"We have been talking somewhat absurdly," replied the Professor. +"Instead of a single person, there is what is called the United States +Signal Service, which has been in operation eight or ten years, and +comprises some two hundred or more men, scattered all over the country, +from Maine to California, and from the Gulf of Mexico away out to the +Northwestern lakes. The men at these various stations watch the weather +very closely, and at a particular time every day send word regarding it +by telegraph to the main office at Washington, where the different +reports are carefully studied, and an opinion formed as to what the +weather is likely to be in different sections of the country during the +next twenty-four hours or more, and the result is then published in the +daily newspapers and at the numerous post-offices throughout the land. +The matter is yet somewhat uncertain, and occasionally mistakes are +made." + +"But will they ever get so that they can tell exactly every time?" + +"We hope so. The warnings given are usually right, and are becoming more +and more reliable every year. In 1872 it was estimated that about +seventy-seven out of a hundred of them were found to be correct; more +recently they have been declared accurate about ninety times in a +hundred. So, you see, good progress is being made; and the Signal +Service system is becoming very useful to the nation, for property and +life can often be saved from destruction when the approach of a severe +storm is known. + +"The New York _Herald_ has encouraged the study of the weather for many +years, and its managers now send word to England by the Atlantic cable +when a storm is to be expected there. They have lately sent notice of so +many ugly ones, which have promptly arrived, that our English cousins +are complaining of the unfair treatment of the _Herald_." + +"Are they really so absurd?" asked Jack. + +"Yes," said the Professor; "they facetiously intimate that when +Providence controlled the weather they fared well enough; but that since +the _Herald_ has undertaken to run that department they have been doomed +to storms, fogs, and rain. To give an instance of the faith, Jack, that +the English people put in our Signal Service, there is a story told of +an English lady who last autumn desired to give a lawn party. The season +was an unusually rainy one, and such entertainments had, in consequence, +been given up. The lady, however, sent her invitations, and calmly +announced that the day she had selected would be clear. When asked how +she had dared to take such a risk, she replied, 'There was no risk +whatever; I had telegraphed to the man in New York.'" + +The children all laughed, and it was some time before the Professor +could quiet them sufficiently to add the few words that concluded his +little lecture. + +"The most violent storms have been found generally to whirl in circles, +and are called cyclones. In some parts of the world they are very +disastrous. One occurred in India in 1864 that destroyed 45,000 lives in +a single day. Ten years earlier, when the English and French were at war +with Russia, a storm was observed to begin in France and to be moving +eastward. Timely warning was sent to the allied fleet in the Black Sea. +The storm came with such terrific violence that, had it not been +expected, it would probably have destroyed one of the most splendid +navies that ever rode the waters, and perhaps have changed the issue of +the war." + + + + +TROUBLE IN THE PLAY-ROOM. + + +"I don't care--I'm just as mad as I can be. To keep me in just for a +little rain! I won't be good--I won't play with my dolls. I'm going to +whip every one of them, and put them to bed this very minute." + +Such a little termagant as Bessie Hatch looked at that moment, with her +black eyes flashing, her hands clinched, and her cheeks like two flaming +poppies! Half irritated, half amused, Annie, the Irish nurse, regarded +her for a moment. + +"Indade, but it's a swate timper you have, Bessie Hatch; and I hope for +your own sake it'll be minded afore you grow up. It's not I will be +lettin' you out, when your ma lift particular orders you wasn't to go if +it rained. Just hear how the storm's batin' agin the windows. Your +cousin won't expect you at all. Oh, bate your dolls as much as you +like!" as Bessie made an angry rush toward them; "it won't hurt their +feelin's much, I guess. There's Baby cryin'!" she added, suddenly, and +hastened toward the room at the end of the hall. + +Bessie meantime had snatched her largest doll from the chair where she +was reposing, and belabored her soundly with a piece of whalebone that +lay near at hand. Then, after shaking her heartily, she tossed her on to +the bed, where she lay with her black eyes shut, as if overcome by her +feelings. She was a very handsome wax doll, with chestnut hair done up +like a lady's in puffs and curls. She had a somewhat haughty expression, +carried her head a little to one side, and was dressed in the "latest +style." Grace, a porcelain-headed doll, dressed simply in a blue muslin +and a white apron, received her punishment next, and was deposited by +Miss Augusta's side. + +But Winnie, dear Winnie, Bessie's favorite doll, could she have the +heart to punish _her_ this way?--Winnie, with her golden-brown curls and +beautiful hazel eyes, and her dear little face rounded and moulded like +a child's. How lovely was her smiling mouth! With what confiding +affection she seemed to look up at Bessie, as the latter took her up in +a hesitating way! But the recollection of her lost pleasure came back to +her, and with it the spite and anger that had animated her a moment +before. Winnie received her whipping like the rest; but instead of +tossing her on the bed, Bessie set her back in her little chair, turning +her face to the window that she might not see it. + +Somehow her anger seemed to have spent itself with that last whipping, +and a feeling of shame was creeping into her little heart. She had +intended to go through her baby-house, chastising all its inmates, but +instead she took a picture-book, and lay down on the lounge by the +window. + +How quiet everything seemed! Annie had carried Baby down stairs to feed +him. She heard no sound but the murmur of the sewing-machine in the next +room, where Jane Kennedy, the seamstress, was working. She felt drowsy +and sleepy. Slowly her head sank down among the cushions of the lounge, +and the drooping eyelids closed. + +A rustling sound near her made her open them with a start, and in a +minute more she was sitting bolt-upright, staring with all her eyes. For +there stood a little figure no taller than Winnie, dressed in a white +fleecy robe trailing on the ground. Her soft black hair reached to her +feet, and over it she wore a wreath that sparkled like dew-drops in the +sun. + +[Illustration: "A FROWN WAS ON THE FAIRY'S BROW."] + +Some fear mingled with Bessie's admiration as she gazed upon her. For a +frown was on the fairy's brow, and the dark eyes she fixed upon the +child were full of displeasure. + +Tap, tap, tap, came the sound of little feet approaching. Bessie looked +round, then shrank back, terror-stricken. Well she might, for her dolls +Augusta and Grace had somehow found the use of their limbs, and were +rapidly nearing the lounge. But they paused not far from the fairy, and +reached out their little hands to her with a supplicating gesture. + +"Kind fairy! good fairy!" they said, in shrill piping voices, "avenge +the wrong done to us. That child, who calls herself our mother, has +beaten us cruelly, just because she had nothing else to vent her spite +upon; we had done no harm in any way. Punish her, good fairy; make her +sorry for having treated us so." + +"I will give her into your hands," said the fairy, gravely. "See that +you punish her as she deserves." + +Bessie, who lay trembling and burning with mingled fear and shame, now +rallied her courage, and raised her head again. She could not help +laughing at the idea of her own dolls punishing her. + +"You foolish little fairy!" she said, laughing; "I could manage them +both with one hand; and if--" + +She stopped aghast, for the fairy raised her wand, and it flashed like a +dazzling sunbeam full in the child's eyes. She covered them with her +hands, glancing up just in time to see the fairy float away on her +silver wings. + +But how came she, Bessie, on the floor, and why did it seem like a great +meadow stretching around her? The lounge had become a mountain, and the +ceiling of the room looked nearly as broad as the sky. + +It was the same room, the same familiar objects, only how monstrous +everything had grown! Was that immense building in the corner her +baby-house? + +Bessie's little head swam; her heart beat tumultuously. A light mocking +laugh near her made her glance quickly round. + +Who was this tall figure in a trailing gray silk, looking down at her +with severe triumph in her black eyes? That chestnut hair, that +beautiful red and white complexion--could this be Augusta, her own doll? + +With a scream of terror, Bessie was darting away, but waxen fingers +seized her tender little arm, closing tightly upon it. Oh, how they +hurt! She struggled and kicked, but could not get away. + +"Let me go!" she cried out; "I'll pay you off well, Miss Augusta, if you +don't. Remember, you're my doll--" + +"Pay me off!" cried Augusta, with another shrill laugh. "You poor silly +midget! don't you know how the fairy's wand has changed you? Why, you +don't reach to my knee. No; I am going to pay _you_ off, and handsomely +too. Grace, bring that piece of whalebone directly." + +"If you dare!" cried Bessie; but Grace clattered up toward her, her +stolid countenance fairly beaming. Bessie tried to dodge behind Augusta, +but she held her tightly by both arms. + +"Lay it well over her shoulders, Grace; make 'em tingle!" she cried; and +thick and fast fell the blows, while poor Bessie writhed and protested +and threatened in vain. When Grace's arm was tired, Augusta took her +turn. After beating Bessie to her heart's content, she seized the child +by her shoulders, and shook her till her head fairly turned round. + +"There!" she said, tossing her on to the doll's bed in the corner; "lie +there, miss, till Winnie comes. Poor thing! she's gone away to cry +somewhere, but as soon as she comes back she shall have _her_ chance. +Come, Grace, we will go for a walk." + +She walked haughtily away, followed by the admiring Grace. Poor Bessie +lay sobbing and crying. Her shoulders and back were smarting, her little +arms black and blue from the pressure of Augusta's fingers. + +"I'll run away and hide somewhere," she said at last. + +Creeping off the bed very cautiously, she was stealing away, when +something seized her again. She gave a cry of despair, and looking up, +saw Winnie's sweet face. + +"Who are you?" she asked. "Are you a new doll?" holding her gently but +firmly. + +"Oh, Winnie!" said Bessie, and hid her face in shame. Augusta came +mincing up with a triumphant air, and related the action of the fairy. + +"Now it's your turn," she said, handing the whalebone to Winnie. But she +tossed it indignantly aside. + +"Strike her! Never! No; I would rather remember her kindness to me. +Don't cry, little mother," she added, stooping to kiss her. "If the +fairy comes again, I will ask her to change you back." + +"No, no!" cried Augusta and Grace, in a terrible fright, but Bessie did +not hear. She was sobbing with her face in Winnie's neck. + +"Oh, Winnie! Winnie! how can you be so kind? I would rather you gave me +a beating." + +But Winnie wiped her eyes, and smiled so brightly on her that Bessie's +heart began to revive a little. Ere long they were playing together, and +it would have been rare sport for any child to see Winnie wheeling +Bessie in a tiny tin cart no bigger than a match-box. Then they had a +grand game of hide-and-seek in the stocking basket Annie had left on the +floor. Grace soon joined them, while Augusta, quite gracious by this +time, sat eying them complacently from her arm-chair. + + * * * * * + +"Bessie! Bessie! your mamma's come in, and wants to see you." + +Bessie started up, rubbing her eyes. She looked in a dazed sort of way +at Annie, then at the corner where she kept her dolls. There they sat, +all three in a row as usual. + +"Who put them there--my dolls? Did they really whip me?" she asked, +confusedly. Then she blushed, and hung her little head. + +"Who put thim there? Why, I reckon they got tired of lying on the bed, +and walked over to their chairs," said Annie, with a mischievous gleam +in her eye. + +"_You_ put them there," said Bessie; but she wished she could feel quite +sure. Catching up her darling Winnie, she walked off to her mother's +room. + +All the rest of that day Bessie treated Augusta and Grace with the +utmost respect; and when she had undressed them and put them to bed, she +lingered as if anxious to say something. At last she stooped down and +whispered: "I don't believe it's true; but I'll never whip you or get +into such a passion again. I didn't know how ugly it was till I saw you +behave so yourselves. And please, if it is true, don't ask the fairy to +make me little again, for I mean to be good now." + +As for Winnie, darling Winnie, she lay all night in Bessie's arms, her +head hugged close to her breast. And the piece of whalebone stood +bolt-upright in Bessie's match-box, where she had stuck it that it might +always remind her of the lesson of that day. + + + + +[Illustration: THE CHILDREN'S WELCOME TO GENERAL GRANT.--DRAWN BY A. B. +FROST.--[SEE PAGE 94.]] + + + + +HOW AUNT PAM BECAME A SMUGGLER. + +BY MRS. FRANK McCARTHY. + + +My name is Tom Barnes, and I live on the other side of the river, just +far enough from New York to go there once in a while with pa to a show. +That's all the city's good for, anyway. We can't get up shows here very +well; but when it comes to other fun, we can beat you city folks all +hollow. You see, you haven't got the things to work with that we +have--the woods and water and things. But I'll tell you about Aunt +Pam--her name is Pamela, I think, but we call her Pam for short. She +wasn't ever married, though I guess she's old enough. Somebody once said +Aunt Pam was an old maid; but that can't be, for old maids are always +cranky, and get out of bed backward every morning. Now Aunt Pam was +never cranky in her life; and I know she gets out of bed like everybody +else, for I've slept with her many a time. And nobody in their senses +would call Aunt Pam old, and you'd better believe she's jolly. The house +ain't anything without Aunt Pam. + +My sisters are all girls, you see, and so taken up with worsted-work, +and practicing, and one thing and the other, that I don't know what I'd +do without Aunt Pam. I tell her everything; but I couldn't about the +smugglers' cave, because the fellows wrote it all down in black and +white, and we took a solemn promise to keep it a secret. We all live +close to the water; and having everything handy, we made up our minds +we'd make a smugglers' cave. We got to work lively; and while some of +the fellows were digging out the bank, others chopped down small trees +and bushes, and made a covered archway to crawl under, so that the +opening of the cave couldn't be seen. We pulled the young twigs and +vines down over the chopped ones, rolled logs inside for seats, and +things began to look quite ship-shape. + +It was no easy job, I can tell you. We worked like beavers to get the +cave the way we wanted it; but when it was done, it was what you may +call hunky-dory. Bill Drake's father had a flat-bottomed boat that we +got into and rowed along shore. We rigged up a sail; but there was +something the matter with it, and it kept flopping about, and wasn't +much good, but anyhow it looked nice. We never went far from shore. We +weren't afraid, but we didn't care to. Smugglers always kept along +shore. + +We all had blue shirts, and pulled our caps down over our eyes to look +fierce. And Bill Drake kept an old pipe of his father's in his mouth; it +hadn't any tobacco in it, but it was a real pipe, so we made Bill +captain. The thing was to get lots of traps into the cave to look like +smuggled goods. We fished up old bathing pieces and bits of broken +bottles, and Bill brought down a red petticoat; but the best of all was +Aunt Pam's shawl. + +Now I'd scorn to do a mean or sneaking thing, especially to Aunt Pam, +but she didn't seem to care a button for that shawl. I didn't think it +was worth twopence. She used to wear it in all sorts of weather, and it +looked to me as if it was patched up out of bits that she hadn't any +other use for. I'm sure she'd worn it since she was a baby. I could +remember seeing that shawl around as long as I could remember anything, +and it was just the thing for our cave. It was kind of like a Turk's +best turban as to color; and when it was fixed over Bill Bates's bathing +suit, and one corner hung down over the rock, it made the cave look +bully. I went into Aunt Pam's room one morning, and found it thrown over +the foot of the bedstead, like an old blanket, and I carried it off to +the cave. + +When I came home from school, I saw Aunt Pam out walking with a worsted +thing that one of my sisters made for her, and I thought it was enough +sight handsomer in the way of a shawl. I went on down to the cave, and +when I got home again there was a regular hullabulloo in the house. + +The girls were ransacking the closets, Aunt Pam was flying around like a +hen with its head cut off, and everybody was turning everything inside +out. "Maybe Tom's seen it," said mamma. "Tom, have you seen your aunt +Pam's shawl?" + +"That old thing she used to wear around?" I said. + +"Old thing!" they all shrieked together. "Why, it's a camel's-hair +shawl; it's worth five hundred dollars." + +"Oh no!" I said. "I beg your pardon; there wasn't the hair of a camel, +or even a cat, in the shawl that I mean; it was just sewed together on +the wrong side like a bed-quilt." + +"That was it, you ridiculous boy," said my sisters. "Have you seen it?" + +"Seen it!" said I; "I've only seen it every day since I was born, and +yet I remember it well." I went whistling away, and they began to rush +around again for that shawl. + +I felt pale under my whistle. Five hundred dollars! who'd 'a thought it? +Down in the smugglers' cave! Goodness gracious! No wonder it looked just +the thing. No wonder we all cottoned to that shawl from the start. + +"I always told you something would happen to it," said mamma to Aunt +Pam. "You flung it around like an old rag." + +"That was the comfort of it," said Aunt Pam. "It couldn't be hurt. It +could be worn in all weathers--to a wedding or a funeral, to church or +to a clam-bake. It was always in the fashion, and everybody knew what it +was worth." + +"Except me," I said, under my breath. + +"Oh, my beautiful shawl!" said Aunt Pam, beginning all at once to feel +the full shock of her loss. The tears rolled out of her dear old eyes, +and my sisters began to snivel, as they always did. + +Mamma said it must be looked into, and for a moment I was scared. I +thought of the smugglers' cave. + +"What must be looked into?" I said. + +"Why, the loss of the shawl," said mamma. "It must have been stolen out +of the house." + +Our up-stairs girl was passing through the room when ma said that, and +she turned red and pale. + +"Did you notice Maggie?" mamma said, when the door was shut. + +"Oh, mamma!" we all cried out, for we thought the world of Maggie. I +couldn't help wondering how it was she was so red and flustered, while I +was as cool as a cucumber. Aunt Pam declared she wouldn't have Maggie's +feelings hurt for the world; and I said she was innocent, in a deep low +solemn voice, but nobody paid any attention to me. Then I stopped to +think before I went on. How could I betray my comrades and the +whereabouts of the cave? I remembered the last piece I spoke in school, +and how I hollered out the words, + + "O for a tongue to curse the slave + Whose treason, like a deadly blight, + Comes o'er the councils of the brave, + And blasts them in their hour of might!" + +Could I be that traitor? No indeed--not much! Yet here was a dreadful +row in the house, and the only way to mend matters was to get that shawl +again as soon as possible. I resolved to get it that very night, and +when I listened to an advertisement that Aunt Pam had written out for +the paper, I saw my way clear. She said no questions would be asked if +the article was promptly returned. That settled it. I went up to my +room, and wrote out the following in a disguised hand: + + "Secrit and konfidenshal--the shawl's all right." + +I waited till after supper, slipped it under Aunt Pam's door, and going +out the back way I took a cross-cut down to the shore. Now pa won't let +us go out at night to play, and I think that's a mistake, because we +can't get used to the dark if we don't. The whole world looked queer +somehow to me by starlight. The moon hadn't come up yet, and at first I +could hardly see my hand before my face. I never saw such ugly shadows, +and once I had to stop and get breath before I could make up my mind to +pass a clump of old mulberry bushes. Once in a while I heard a crackle +behind me like a footstep, but I didn't look back. I knew my only chance +was to plod ahead, no matter how my heart thumped or my knees shook. I +thought of everything I could to bolster me up--of dear old Aunt Pam and +poor little Maggie. But the sound of the waves on the beach was awful! +They roared like so many wild beasts. It was as black as ink on the +water, and the twinkle of the light-house seemed a hundred miles away. +It was so lonely and wild that my heart was in my throat. And suppose, +thinks I, when I get in the cave, the waves come up and devour me? +Suppose somebody has crawled in there to sleep, some tramp or something, +and he should catch me by the leg? Or the bank should tumble in on top +of me? All my spunk was gone, and I turned to run, when, bunk! I came +into something behind me. + +"Ow!" I screamed, and "Oh!" exclaimed somebody, and wasn't I glad to +find it was dear old Aunt Pam. She scared me, though, for she was as +white as any sheet, and grabbing me in her arms, she began to cry over +me. + +"Tell me all, Tom," she said. "I got your note, and I followed you. You +bad, wicked, dear little wretch, tell me everything. If the shawl's got +lost, never mind, Tom; I don't care; only tell me, and come back home." + +Poor, dear Aunt Pam! she told me afterward she thought I had done +something to the shawl, and ran away in my fright. We were both pretty +well broke up, and I couldn't help crying a little bit myself. But of +course I couldn't go home now without the shawl. I began to feel as +brave as a lion now Aunt Pam was there. The thing was to get her out of +the way while I went into the cave. It looked awful down there in the +hollow, and the wind was getting up, the water swashed around, and I +couldn't help thinking there might be a tramp in there. All at once a +bright thought struck me. Aunt Pam wasn't afraid of tramps; she wasn't +afraid of anything. And, after all, it was her shawl. If it was worth +having, it was worth going after. But how about betraying the boys? +Another bright thought struck me. I'd make Aunt Pam one of us. She could +say the words over after me, and she could crawl in and get the shawl, +while I kept guard outside: and if anybody says Aunt Pam is old after +that, they must be crazy. She said all the words solemnly, one after +another; then she crawled in, and dragged out every blessed thing she +could lay her hands on. I put 'em all back the next morning, and the +best of it all was that Aunt Pam never gave us away. She just told the +folks she found the shawl herself, and she did, you know--didn't she? + + + + +MATHEMATICAL PUZZLES. + + +No. 5. + +Two boys kept neighboring apple stands, and each had thirty apples to +sell every day. One sold his at the rate of two for five cents, and +received seventy-five cents, and the other at three for five cents, and +received fifty cents, the total being one dollar and twenty-five cents. +It happened one day that one of the boys was sick, and the other engaged +to sell the whole stock of sixty apples at the same rate. "Two for five, +and three for five, that's five for ten," said he, and five for ten he +sold them. But to his astonishment, when he got through he had but one +dollar and twenty cents instead of one dollar and twenty-five cents. Now +how did he lose five cents? + + +No. 6. + +"How old are your children?" asked a lady who was visiting a friend, the +mother of three beautiful daughters. "My oldest daughter is just double +the age of my youngest daughter," replied the mother, "and the age of my +other child is that of her youngest sister and one-third more. Their +three combined ages make exactly the sum of my age, and I shall be +sixty-six one year from to-day." What was the age of each of the three +daughters? + + + + +THE OLDEST ROSE-BUSH IN THE WORLD. + + +They say it is the oldest, and who knows that it is not? I will tell you +the story as it was told to me, and you shall see what you think of it. + +There is a funny old town in Germany called Hildesheim, a little out of +the way of travellers, but full of curious and interesting things, and +over its fine cathedral walls climbs a rose-bush so large and strong +that it may well be a thousand years old, as they say it is. + +"A thousand years ago," said the sacristan, "the country all about here +was a forest." + +If you have studied history, you will see the story may be true so far, +for you know Charlemagne became Emperor of Germany in A.D. 800, and that +Germany was little better than a wilderness then. + +"One day," continued the sacristan, "Louis the Gentle, the son of +Charlemagne, went hunting with all his retinue in this forest. They had +with them a box of relics." + +Relics, you must know, were pieces of the dress of martyrs and saints, +or something that martyrs and saints had touched in their lifetime, or +perhaps even the bones of martyrs and saints. + +"When they encamped for dinner, the gentle Louis wished to put this box +of relics away very carefully, and looking about, he saw a beautiful +blooming rose-bush, which must have been quite large even then, as he +concealed the box in its branches. + +"Perhaps they hurried away in pursuit of game after dinner, or perhaps +they ate too much, and, as often happens in such a case, they forgot to +be as religious as they were before dinner. However it was, at all +events they rode away without the relics, and never missed them till the +next day. + +"Then Louis was full of shame, and declared they must ride back again, +and never give up searching till they found the box. + +"So they rode for many a weary hour, searching the by-ways of the +forest--for there were few roads--till at last they all suddenly +stopped, full of awe and wonder. + +"It was a beautiful June day, and the birds were singing, and the +flowers were blooming; but, lo! just before them they saw a glade in the +forest where the fresh white snow lay like a soft thick carpet over +everything. + +"And yet it did not cover everything either. For in the centre of the +glade grew a lovely rose-bush, with hundreds of bright blossoms upon it, +and this was the bush in which the box had been hidden. Louis hastened +forward, and grasped the box; but, lo! here was another miracle: it had +grown into the wood of the rose-bush so firmly that it could not be +taken away. + +"Then Louis fell on his knees, and said he would receive this as a sign, +and he vowed to build a cathedral on the spot. + +"They called the snow 'holy snow,' because it had hidden the ugly +remnants of their feast with its purity, but had left the rose-bush +free, and they named the cathedral and the town which sprang up about it +Hildesheim, which in old, old German meant 'holy snow.'" + +It is certainly an enormous rose-bush, and its roots grow wide under the +cathedral. Over them, in the crypt, is an altar said to be of pure +silver, and it looks as if it might be. On the altar are heaped great +bunches of artificial roses, which they persuade the ignorant peasants +are actual blossoms of the rose-bush itself, even when it is leafless +and bare in the winter. + +I can not say that all the sacristan's story is true, but I know that +the rose-bush of Hildesheim is the largest one I ever saw, and that the +town is a very old place. Indeed, a few years ago, some wonderful gold +and silver vessels were dug up there, which must have been used by an +almost forgotten race. If any of you live near Washington, you can see +copies of them in the Smithsonian Institution. + + + + +CROCHET PURSE. + +[Illustration] + + +This pretty purse will make a nice gift for some of our young people. It +is worked with red saddler's silk in open-work double crochet, and +consists of an oblong bag pointed toward the bottom, and furnished with +small slits at the top on both sides. The purse is closed with two metal +bars, finished with knobs, and joined with a chain and ring. An ordinary +steel slide may be substituted. A metal acorn finishes the bottom. Make +a foundation of 96 st. (stitch), close these in a ring with 1 sl. (slip +stitch), and crochet the 1st round.--4 ch. (chain stitch), the first 3 +of which count as first dc. (double crochet), then always alternately 1 +dc. on the second following st., 1 ch.; finally, 1 sl. on the third of +the first 3 ch. in this round. 2d round.--1 sl. on the next st., 4 ch., +the first 3 of which count as first dc., then always alternately 1 dc. +on the next ch. in the preceding round, 1 ch.; finally, 1 sl. on the +third of the first 3 ch. in this round. Next work 24 rounds like the +preceding round, but in the last 10 rounds narrow at intervals, and +instead of 1 dc. pass over 2 dc., so that in the last round only 8 dc. +are worked. Run the working thread through the st. of the last round, +draw it tight, and set on the acorn. Then finish the purse in two parts, +working on the upper side of the foundation st. 3 rounds in the +preceding design, going back and forth, and in the last round fasten in +the bars as follows: * 7 ch., pass over 2 dc., lay on the bar from the +wrong side, carry the ch. across the bar to the wrong side, 1 sc. on the +next ch., 7 ch., carry these over the bar to the front, pass over 2 dc., +1 sc. on the next ch., and repeat from *. + + + + +"ONT DAYKUMBOA." + + +In the parlor of a dear old-fashioned country house two elderly ladies +are seated, one knitting, the other reading the report of yesterday's +sermons, giving bits aloud now and then; on the carpet a little boy +about three years of age is sprawling, apparently trying to swim on dry +land. + +The lady knitting is Miss Helena Oakstead, the lady reading is Miss +Judith Oakstead, and the small boy is Master Ralph Oakstead, the eldest +son of the youngest brother. If you go to the other side of the hall you +will find the eldest brother (Master Ralph's uncle) in his study, +writing an essay full of great big words. He is Professor Oakstead. + +Master Ralph is spending the day with his relatives, and has gotten on +with them very well so far, as his sister Daisy, two years his senior, +whom he rules right royally, has acted as court interpreter; but she has +just departed for a drive with a neighboring friend, and the aunts are +left in sole charge of his Highness. + +He is very gracious at first, looks over a picture-book with Miss +Helena, and makes eager but unintelligible remarks respecting the +"bow-wows" and "moos," to which Miss Helena answers, "Um, dear," as +being the safest thing to say. But now he is silent, and has been so for +at least ten minutes. + +"How good Ralph is!" half whispers Miss Helena. + +His Highness pricks up his ears. + +"Yes, dear little fellow; and he has no one to play with, either." + +His Highness sits up--he speaks. + +[Illustration: "ONT DAYKUMBOA."] + +"Ont daykumboa." + +"What is it, dear?" says Miss Judith. + +"Ont daykumboa," repeats Master Ralph. + +"What does the child mean?" asks Miss Helena. + +"I don't know. What do you want, Ralphie?" + +Ralph, with a look of mingled contempt and pity at his stupid relatives, +says, slowly but emphatically, "Ont daykumboa." + +"Perhaps he is hungry. I'll go and get him a piece of cake," says Miss +Helena. + +The cake is brought, and promptly accepted; but it is evidently not the +thing for which his soul longs, for after devouring half the slice he +plaintively murmurs, "Ont daykumboa." + +"Well, isn't that daykumboa?" says Miss Judith. + +Ralph gives her a scornful look as sole answer, and finishes his cake in +awful silence. As the last crumb disappears he sighs, "Ont daykumboa." + +"What on earth and under the sun does the child want!" is the combined +exclamation of the aunts. + +"Perhaps Elijah can help us." + +"Oh yes, he knows everything pretty nearly; but he may not like being +disturbed now--he's writing, you know." + +"Well, perhaps Victoria might be able to tell; she used to take care of +children." + +So Victoria is summoned from the kitchen. She is a tall majestic +negress, who looks as if she had just stepped out of history. Her speech +does not quite come up to her stately mien. + +"Why, what's de matter wi' de chile?" she queries. + +All of Ralph's reply is lost except "daykumboa." + +"Well, come 'long wi' Victoria--she git you kumboa. What, ain't gwine to +come? Oh laws! dat ain't bein' good bo'." + +For Master Ralph has seated himself flatly on a footstool, and with his +back against the wall, refuses in the dumbest of dumb-show to be +entrapped into "gwine" anywhere. + +Miss Helena suggests that they bring to him whatever they find that is +at all likely to be "daykumboa." + +So at the feet of his Royal Highness is laid such a queer collection of +articles as never before appeared in that trim sitting-room: a _Child's +History of England_, a bottle of mucilage, a pair of scissors, a coal +shovel, a comb and brush, a bunch of flowers, a photograph album, a +bottle of ink, and goodness knows what besides. Miss Helena ransacks her +brains and her bureau, Miss Judith brings every portable in the room, +and Victoria literally squanders the contents of her larder, but all to +no purpose, and what is worse, his Highness, becoming alarmed at such +unusual behavior, begins to moan "Ont daykumboa" in a way that draws +tears to the eyes of his aunts. + +"Judith," exclaims Miss Helena, "the case is getting desperate. We +_must_ send for Elijah, no matter if he does get angry.--Victoria, just +go to the study, and tell the Professor that he _must_ come here for a +few minutes. Do you hear--_must_!" + +Victoria, looking as scared as only a solemn-natured darky _can_ look, +departs, and returns speedily with the Professor. + +"Is anything the matter with Alcibiades?" he asks. Alcibiades, be it +known, is what the Professor always calls Ralph--"for short," he says. + +"He is in a most peculiar condition, Elijah--persists in calling for +_daykumboa_, and we can not understand what he means." + +"What is it that you want, my boy?" inquires the Professor, bending his +dignified back and knees, so as to bring his gray head on a level with +Ralph's "curly pow." + +Ralph turns to him with an expression of relief, as much as to say, +"Well, here's a reasonable being at last," and explains, "Ont +daykumboa." + +"And what is daykumboa?" says the Professor. + +"Daykumboa," repeats Ralph, with a lingering hope that perhaps he is +going to get some satisfaction; but this creature is just as dull as the +rest, and his Highness, with great want of dignity, begins to whimper. + +"The child seems to be in pain," says the Professor, standing up, and +regarding his nephew with concern. "Perhaps he has hurt himself." + +"I never thought of that," cries Miss Judith.--"Have you hurt yourself, +Ralphie?" + +"Ont daykumboa," is the only response. + +"Looks like he gwine to hab a fit. I gib de chile a good warm bath, if +I's you," suggests Victoria. + +Miss Helena eagerly catches at the straw. + +"That's a good idea, Victoria. Just fill the little foot-tub with hot +water, and bring it right in here." + +Victoria hurries off to get the bath, and the Professor, seized with a +new idea for the explanation of the mystery, goes to his study to search +his dictionary for "daykumboa" in some dead or living language. + +The foot-tub is brought, and the aunts proceed to undress his Highness, +whereat he waxes wroth. They persist; there is a frightful howl, a +struggle, and the tub of hot water is very vigorously overturned among +the photographs, scissors, and eatables that strew the floor. The +Professor, in alarm, comes tearing in, a book in each hand. At that +moment a patter as of small feet is heard in the hall, and a little +figure with flying golden locks darts into the room. + +Ralph rushes into her arms in a kind of ecstasy, crying, "Oh, daykumboa! +daykumboa!" + +"What is it that Ralph is saying, Daisy?" eagerly asks Miss Helena, in +the lull that follows. "He has been wanting daykumboa all the +afternoon." + +"He says, 'Daisy come back,'" answers the little girl. "That's what you +wanted--wasn't it, Ralphie?" + +"Es, me ont daykumboa," assents his Highness. + +The Professor regards his niece with humble admiration not unmixed with +awe, and retires to his study to lay his dictionaries by. Victoria rolls +her eyes ceilingward, and says, "Well, I declar'!" then falls to work +picking up the ruins of their various offerings, and the two ladies turn +to help her after a little silent astonishment. + +Ten minutes after, his Highness is seen in the garden pouring sand down +his sister's neck, and sternly ordering her to "fit 'till," when she +objects, in a tone that makes his aunts wonder if this _can_ be the same +boy who spent the greater part of two hours in wailing, "Ont daykumboa." + + + + +[Illustration: Music: Little Birdie.] + + + + +A SCARECROW NO SCARECROW. + + An umbrella for a scarecrow + Was in a corn field placed, + And with loud caws the sly old crows + Around it gravely paced; + When suddenly a shower fell, + And under it they went, + And staid until the rain had ceased, + As in a little tent. + Then said they, as they all trooped out, + "_That_ man's a jolly feller; + Not only plants the corn for us, + But lends us his umbreller!" + + * * * * * + + +=The Paradise of Insects.=--None but those who have travelled on the +Upper Amazons can have any idea of the number and voracity of the insect +torments which work their wicked will on the bodies of the unfortunates +exposed to their attacks. The "sancudos," or small sand-flies, form by +far the most important section. In the villages, round which the forest +is cleared away for some distance, the sancudos are generally pretty +quiet during the day, except where darkness prevails: there they are +ever busy, and are a perfect plague. The triumphant note of a sancudo +which has made his way under your curtains is more annoying than even +his bite; and should you have been careless in getting into bed, and +been accompanied by two or three of these blood-suckers, we will defy +you to sleep until you have exterminated them. + +In the forest and on the river the sancudos are always busy. Men +sometimes get into the vessel's tops, and there cover themselves with +sacks, notwithstanding the heat, rather than remain below exposed to +their attacks. Fortunately they can not stand a current of air, and so +when under way the vessel is comparatively free from them, but when at +anchor these pests are something awful. To get rid of them is next to +impossible. Creosote will keep them off, but the remedy is as bad as the +disease. Whitewash will drive them away, but when dry its power ceases; +and the only thing to do is either to cover all exposed parts of the +body with black pigment _a la mode Indienne_, or else to "grin and bear +it." + +Scarcely less troublesome than the sancudos are the mosquitoes, although +they have the negative merit of biting only by day. They are minute +creatures, not much larger than a pin's head; they prefer the backs of +the hands to any other spot for their attacks. But, unlike the sancudo, +which, when undisturbed, gorges himself until unable to fly, and becomes +an easy prey to your avenging finger, the mosquito never seems to take +too much to prevent his easy escape on the slightest appearance of +danger, being evidently just as wide-awake when full as when empty. + +Everywhere in long grass lurks the "moquim," a little red insect so +small as to be almost imperceptible, but which fastens on the legs, +causing the most intolerable itching. + +There is a fly which burrows in the skin and deposits an egg, both in +human beings and animals. This produces a maggot, similar in shape to +that of the common blow-fly, but much larger, probably analogous to the +Guinea-worm. + +Then there are "chigos," which burrow mostly in the soles of the feet. +You feel an intense itching, and on examination find a little thing like +a pea just under the epidermis; this is the bag containing the young +chigos, which must be carefully picked out with the point of a knife, +and the cavity left filled with tobacco ash. + +Huge spiders abound, whose very appearance inspires a wholesome dread of +a nearer acquaintance, but which are harmless enough if let alone. In +fact, on board the steamers, almost every cabin is tenanted by one large +spider, whose presence is tolerated on account of his being a deadly foe +to cockroaches, which abominable creatures swarm on board. Sometimes he +is not visible for a fortnight or more at a time; but he leaves tokens +of "having been there," in the shape of the empty husks of cockroaches, +from which he has carefully abstracted the interior. These spiders have +the power of springing upon their prey from a distance, and some of them +are so large and powerful as to kill and devour small birds. + +In passing through the narrow forest paths it is necessary to be on the +look-out for the wood-ticks, which are very difficult to get rid of if +once firmly attached; also for the huge black ants, an inch and a half +in length, with stings like a hornet's; and the saueba ant, without +sting, but armed with nippers like a pair of surgical bone-forceps, +which are running about everywhere. One may sometimes chance upon a +column of the dreaded "fire-ants," marching in regular military order; +and if he does, the only thing is to bolt at once, for neither man nor +beast may withstand the fire-ant and live. When at length the traveller +stops to rest, he must take care to examine the camping ground to see +that neither centipede nor scorpion is there. + +Frequently both centipedes and scorpions are found on the steamers, +introduced, no doubt, in the wood used for fuel. One day, while the +writer was watching the hands taking wood from canoes alongside, from +one of the logs pitched on board was dislodged a scorpion, which fell on +the naked left arm of a man keeping tally at the gangway. Astonished by +his sudden flight through the air, the animal remained perfectly still. +The man never moved a muscle, and quietly raising his right hand, +flipped it away with his fingers and thumb. 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But the main point which gives +them their highest flavor is the experience of naval warfare during our +late civil conflict.--_Observer_, N. Y. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +A BOOK FOR EVERYBODY. + + * * * * * + +Ninth Edition now Ready. + + * * * * * + +=HOW TO GET STRONG, AND HOW TO STAY SO.= By WILLIAM BLAIKIE. With +Illustrations. 16mo, Cloth, $1.00. + + * * * * * + +Your book is timely. Its large circulation cannot fail to be of great +public benefit.--Rev. HENRY WARD BEECHER. + +It is a book of extraordinary merit in matter and style, and does you +great credit as a thinker and writer.--Hon. CALVIN E. PRATT, _of the New +York Supreme Bench_. + +A capital little treatise. It is the very book for ministers to +study.--Rev. THEODORE L. 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It is as harmless as water, and has been +indorsed by the most scientific men of the day. Sold by druggists. + + + + +"_A book beyond the pale of criticism._" + + N. Y. DAILY GRAPHIC. + + * * * * * + +THE + +Boy Travellers in the Far East. + + * * * * * + +ADVENTURES OF + +TWO YOUTHS IN A JOURNEY + +TO + +JAPAN AND CHINA. + +Illustrated, 8vo, Cloth, $3.00. + + * * * * * + +A more attractive book for boys and girls can scarcely be +imagined.--_N. Y. Times._ + +The best thing for a boy who cannot go to China and Japan is to get this +book and read it.--_Philadelphia Ledger._ + +Juvenile literature seems to have come to a climax in this book. In +literary quality and in material form it is a decided improvement on +anything of the kind ever before produced in America.--_N. Y. Journal of +Commerce._ + +One of the richest and most entertaining books for young people, both in +text, illustrations, and binding, which has ever come to our +table.--_Providence Press._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +"_A nice Gift for Children._" + + PITTSBURGH TELEGRAPH. + + * * * * * + +THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS. + +A FAIRY STORY. + +Illustrated., 16mo, Cloth, 75 cents. + + * * * * * + +Written in a simple but charming manner, and illustrated by beautiful +pictures, so that a youngster just past the first reading-hook would +appreciate every word.--_Christian Intelligencer_, N. Y. + +The illustrations are worthy of special commendation. Any so airy, +pretty, and full of grace, have rarely appeared in any American book for +children.--_Hartford Courant._ + +The language in which it is told is so pure and agreeable, that parents +and good bachelor uncles will find it a pleasure to read it aloud to the +little ones.--_Boston Courier._ + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, N. Y. + +_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on +receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration] + +WIGGLES. + +Of these two Wiggles, the first is what our artist makes of the outline +given in No. 4 of _Harper's Young People_, and the second is a new +Wiggle, in which we hope our young readers will take as much interest as +they have in those already published. + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + +During this new year we anticipate much pleasant intercourse with our +young friends. We thank them heartily for the favors already received, +which from their genuine childishness we know have come direct from +their own little hearts and hands. Our paper is received by children who +live in all parts of this country, in England, Germany, France, South +America, Cuba, and Mexico; and we would like to offer them a few +suggestions which, if faithfully carried out, will add interest to our +Post-office Box, and give much valuable information. + +In the first place, many of you have household pets--birds, squirrels, +fishes, turtles, and other little live creatures. We are sure of this, +because already some of you have asked us questions regarding the care +of them. Now, if you watch your pets carefully, you will learn many +pretty facts of natural history; and it would do you good, and please +us, if you would write us about their habits, what food they like best, +and how they behave. If your communications are brief enough, we shall +gladly print them. + +Then as spring comes on--and it will come very soon to some of you in +the South--watch for the first spring flowers, the sweet trailing +arbutus, the pretty violets and wind-flowers, the crocuses, and other +early spring blossoms, and tell us when you find them, and in what +pretty corner they were nestled in the woods, among bushes by the old +stone wall, or in the open sunny field. Let us see what little girl or +boy will find the first willow "pussies." And you will all be interested +to learn how much earlier the spring blossoms come to you who live South +and West than to you in Maine and Canada. + +Then there will be the coming of the birds to watch for--the robins and +bluebirds; some of you will see them all winter, and the dear little +snow-birds, which sing and hop about so merrily on cold, biting mornings +when your own little fingers are half frozen as you scamper to school +over the snow crust. Watch all these beautiful things of nature, dear +children, and write us whatever you find out from your own personal +observation. + +In that way our Post-office Box will become a delightful and instructive +natural history exchange between the little folks of all sections of the +country. Perhaps, also, the children in England and other lands beyond +the sea will now and then favor us with bits of information about their +own birds and flowers. You must excuse us for writing so much, leaving +not room enough to print half of your own pretty communications. + + * * * * * + +"Earl" writes from Chicago: "I live on the West Side, and the ponds are +frozen strong enough for skating. I have been skating twice at Jefferson +Park." That does not look much like hunting for willow "pussies," does +it? And perhaps you are laughing, because we remind you of spring now +just when you are beginning to plan for skating parties. But willows +grow all around the ponds where you skate, and you will never see the +bare twigs without wondering how soon you can write and tell us the +downy "pussies" have appeared. + + * * * * * + + I am six years old, and I live in Hastings, Nebraska. I like + _Harper's Young People_ very much. I have a duck, a chicken, a pig, + and a little rat dog whose name is Jip. I would like to know how to + teach him to catch rats. He by accident caught one the other day, + fastened in the pig-pen fence, and killed it before it got loose. + + ARTHUR S. N. + + * * * * * + + QUINCY, ILLINOIS. + + My papa takes your paper for little folks, and I like it first + rate. The stories in it are very good. It is hard for me to say + which I like best. I wish you could see my pet chicken. + + MARY E. M. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE J. M.--In gardens and hot-houses, where they are not liable to +accident, toads have been known to attain the age of thirty-five and +even forty years. The wonderful stories sometimes told of living toads +being found imbedded in solid rock, where they must have been imprisoned +for ages, or in the heart of ancient trees, are not well authenticated, +and such cases have never come under the observation of scientific men. + + * * * * * + + NEW YORK CITY. + + I am very much obliged to you for telling me how to feed and house + my land turtle. I have also three water turtles, one bull-frog, two + large toads, and twenty small toads. Please tell me how to feed + them. I keep them in a large yard, and I never feed them, so I + often wonder how they live. Your paper is getting better every + week, and the story about "Photogen and Nycteris" is about the best + you have published. + + LYMAN C. + +Your toads have found plenty of insects for food in the yard where you +keep them. They might be taught to eat sugar, but they prefer a diet of +worms, ants, and small bugs. They will probably crawl under a stone or +into some hole, and lie numb all winter. Bull-frogs also eat worms and +insects, and very large ones are said to eat even small animals, such as +mice and moles. Water turtles eat the stems of water-weeds and small +mollusks, but they can live a long time without food. They might eat +bits of bread. You can try and see. Both they and your bull-frog would +be grateful if you gave them a tank of water to swim in. + + * * * * * + +Welcome letters are acknowledged from Mamie T., Orange, New Jersey; +Althea B., Macon City, Missouri; F. Coggswell, Hudson, Wisconsin; H. W. +Singer, Cincinnati, Ohio; Ernest B. C., Shelbyville, Tennessee; Willie +E. 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