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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880, by Various
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+Title: Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880
+       An Illustrated Weekly
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+Author: Various
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+Release Date: March 10, 2009 [EBook #28300]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 6, 1880 ***
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+Produced by Annie McGuire
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+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
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+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+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.
+
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+
+
+[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. 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. It was very neatly and
+coolly done; and he thus escaped a sting, which he no doubt would have
+received had he tried to brush it hastily away.
+
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+THE
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+
+       *       *       *       *       *
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+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;
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+
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+
+[Illustration: HOW TO MAKE A CHEAP SLED.
+
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